#i could drink water or even stand the medicine my dad gave me which was those stupid disgustinf little pepto bismol chewable things

[shrimp-and-rice]

but it really happened oh god it really happened

[flashyourgreeneyesatme]

Sick as a dog. <Bradley Bradshaw x reader>

This is my first published piece of writing but my baby, Reese Withoutaspoon aka @greatbigshiningstar is sick with Covid, and I want to make her feel better even if I’m not where near her. Love you doll hope you can imagine Roost with this.

I hope you enjoy and anytime any one of you are sick just remember Bradley would buy you your favourite soup and cut your bread exactly the way you like it!

pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x (f)reader

word count: 1846

warnings: Mentions of feeling and being sick, Bradley’s awful dad jokes, way too many curse words and sexual references (if you really squint hard enough – haha hard)

summary: The reader is home sick from the flu she got from work (can be whatever job you want I’m not going to explicitly describe what job she does) and wants to just curl up and die. Will Rooster let her be alone? No! He protect. He attack. He’s got his baby’s back! Just a cute little drabble of Bradley looking after her.

Pain. Pain is all I could feel, coursing through my body and destroying everything in its path. It's like if you gave the basic flu weapons and said, 'have at it!'. Now all I can think about are cartoon germs with machine guns shooting at my immune system until there is nothing left to destroy. Now, I'm an averagely smart person I obviously know that they don't have weapons and aren't shooting me from the inside but right now if you told me to stand up straight and count to ten, I'd be doing the macarena and wouldn't even notice the difference. I go to cuddle my pillow until I realise, I'm not even in bed I'm in my car and have been since 3 pm. 4 hours in my car just sitting there. No music. No phone. Just sitting. When did I get home? How did I get home? Did I accidentally kill anyone on my way home? I guess we'll never know.

I decide that I need to go inside and curl up and live my life in a quarantine-like staycation where I will not be talking to anyone, my best friend will be my cold bathroom floor and kid's drowsy cough medicine because I only like the strawberry flavour and apparently adult medicine manufacturers thought Let's make it taste worse than their own vomit and make them take it 3-4 times a day. Yeah, no thanks I'm okay with my kiddie medication, maybe that's why I'm always asked for parenting advice by new mums in the pharmacy. By the time I actually am able to get my dead legs out of the car, it's been 27 minutes and I stumble into my shitty home like a newborn deer learning to walk. All because of Jaida from work.

That bitch Jaida can get the flu, have a few sniffles and get on with the day. But puts everyone else at risk. Like okay, Jaida you've got a good immune system we get it! She gets to continue her day whereas I am reenacting the exorcist when I even try to drink water.  How is it fair? I enjoy my job. I want to be at my job. I unscrew the top of the medicine bottle and simply drink it like it's an energy drink, the door to my bedroom opens and I just lay on the bed. 

Suddenly I hear the front door open once again. All this time I've been thinking about myself when I forget I share this shitty home with my amazing boyfriend who has such an important job and if he gets sick, what if he can't go out on a flight and countless people die because of it? Okay nope, he's not allowed near me it is decided I am going to reenact another film, Contagion. 

"Honey I'm home!" I hear the naval officer yell throughout the house. The silence is deafening in response. He starts whistling about as if his version of echolocation will be able to locate me within the house. I stand up to back myself against the door so he cannot enter which feels like the biggest task I've ever completed. I hear him try to push the bedroom door open and fail imminently. "Why are you up against the door? Are you naked? You know I don't mind it's nothing I haven't seen before." He goes to push against the door once again.

"I'm not naked. I'm sick." I weakly croak out just enough for him to hear.

"Okay? So are you going to let me in or?" His voice is laced with confusion, boy take a hint, I love you but not happening. 

"I'm not letting you in because if you get sick you might not be able to work and if you can't work then Mav might personally send firing jets to shoot me." He can tell there's a frown on my face even behind the oak door. By now I'm sitting on the floor leaning against the door because all my energy is drained. I hear Rooster's knees drop to the floor and look to see him looking through the gap at the bottom of the heavy door and hear a little giggle. "Fuck off it's not funny!" I can't help but laugh which causes my chest and throat to hurt more. "I'm dying of influenza in here and you're laughing about me. Some widow you'd make Bradshaw." Again a fucking giggle easily escapes that man's mouth. 

"Right then if you're dying might as well get some things I've been meaning to say for a long time but never had the courage to say." He sighs and sits with his back to the door as I am also doing. A light tension fills the air. "You're a stupid bitch and I hate you. You're ugly too." 

"Right now I want you to get sick you dickhead." I lightly hit the door soon realising that hurt my whole body more than I reckoned. 

"Then open the door all you have to do is open the door and let me get my karma." His voice sounds tempting. He's got that charm that could sell the internet to an elephant. Not sure if that makes sense but I'm feeling like dumbo on wine right now so I don't really mind if my idiom makes sense or not. That man knows exactly what he's doing. Is it reverse psychology or is it gaslighting either way it's super enticing. I push myself off the floor and open the door. "Ah, a hideous monster!" He yells as I open the door. Bradley sees the upset and frustration on my face and knows I'm about to slam this door in his face. "Wait no! I'm sorry!" Allowing him to walk into our shared bedroom felt illegal to me. I keep my distance from him baking away as far as I can go before hitting the bed that stood in the centre of the room. "Am I not allowed to be near you?" I shake my head in response. 

"I'm not getting you sick dude that would fucking suck! And you're a child when you're sick so I'm not willing to play nurse. Love you, not that much." Rooster puts his hands up in a surrender-like fashion and stays where he is. His dark brown eyes scan me up and down. "Stop looking at me like that." 

"Like what?"

"Like I'm a dying puppy." My lips form into a pout. 

"I want to look after you. That's all I want. I won't come near you I promise." His fingers form into a cross behind his back.

"And how do you propose that you can look after me without coming near me." I'm sceptical about his methods.

"Get into bed." A little smile forms on his face.

"I don't see how having sex is going to help bud." Scoffs pass his lips as he has given up with my bullshit. Before I can even process what is happening his long arms have been placed onto my shoulders and pushed my back onto the mattress. A small yelp escapes my lips. "I have no energy for this." I feel the mattress consume my weight as I sink in slowly but surely. 

"Get under the duvet and I'll be back." He's off! The room is suddenly quiet as I give in to his demands and get settled under the heavy duvet which I can't decide if it's too hot or too cold for it. The first noise I hear is the fumbling noise of the cupboards and then the slamming of them. Instead of Bradley coming back to the room the front door once again opens and closes. I want to get up and see where he has gone but this bed has grown more comfortable by the second and not to my recollection my eyes start to close and I doze off. 

I don't know how long it's been while I've been sleeping but I am slowly awoken by the smell of rich chicken wafting its way from the kitchen. My eyes slowly open and I am alerted by Bradley's figure standing in the doorway. My body does a small tense reaction to his terrifying stature. "Hey, sleepysauras. Temp check!" He works his way over to my still comatose body and sticks a thermometer into my mouth. A hmmm noise comes from my chest as I feel the cool plastic on my tongue. "Okay! 101*. You, little lady, have a fever."

"That's mean." My eyes roll around my head. 

"I made cheddar broccoli soup. Just for you. Because I love you!" I stick my middle finger up at him. His laughs fill the house as he goes to fetch the amazing-smelling soup from the kitchen. The soup enters the room before he does as he is holding it out at an arm's length. "So I don't have to come near you!" Weak fake laughs come from my mouth. The tray is set on my lap and the bread is cut my way. "Even though I'm pretty sure it's a felony I cut it horizontally because you're sick and I have to spoil you." I try not to break out into a smile and or cry because it is so stinking cute. "Now eat it up."

"Yes sir, Lieutenant Bradshaw, sir!" I give him a small salute. He goes to leave, "What you're not going to spoon-feed me as well?" He stops in his tracks and does a little 180* spin on the spot. The speed of his run could be considered inhuman, he could put the flash to shame. Instead of simply walking around the bed as a normal person would, Bradley leapfrogs over my side of the bed to his side. The metal spoon is lifted from the white ceramic bowl into his hands.

"I'm going to be honest with you I have already taster tested a lot of this soup. For your protection of course." My head shakes up and down in a mocking gesture.

"My hero!" Rooster's lips move closer to the spoon, which holds the cheddar broccoli soup, and lightly blows on it. Aeroplane-like noises advance from the aviator's lips as he spoon feeds me like a child. "It's nice." Dark brown eyes squint at my choice of words. "It's delicious, Gordon Ramsey would be proud!" Pride fills his expression as he seems very impressed with his amazing cooking. As I demolish the food in front of me my stomach churns only slightly enough to make me gag but not to be physically sick. Rooster goes white as a ghost in front of me, not very well-known fact is that Roost is a huge Emetophobic. Reassurance washes over his pale complexion as he realises I wasn't going to throw up.

My anxieties of not wanting to get him sick are gone as I open up the duvet for him to get underneath with me. He willingly does so and joins our bodies together. The warmth from his body and his arm wrapped around me sends me back to sleep. 

I hope you enjoyed!

[poptod]

The Breeding Kings (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

Description: Ahkmen’s new school year starts with a bang.

Notes: guess who has imposter syndrome!!!! heres my next work i think??? idk where my inspiration is gonna pull me at any given time. i just wanna say this takes place when ahk’s pretty young! not like ten or something lmao but lets just say hes not an adult. by the way, the reader is indian (indus valley, at the time). WC: 7.3k

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"Don't we look like a dream?"

A sharp inhale brought his eyes to shoot open, staring through the cold air to the blank ceiling above him. For a moment he frowned, as his bed had a silk canopy above it, but he quickly realized he had passed out in his friend's room again. He groaned softly, raising his hand to rub his face.

"What... happened last night?" He grumbled, his voice turning to a whisper when the volume of it left him wincing.

No response.

"Piye?"

Ahkmen raised himself, though very strenuously, and looked over the tables and stools thrown beside him. Splinters nearly dug into his fingertips, but he jerked away before anything could lodge.

Piye was much in the same position. Quite literally, with their limbs strewn about, hair a knotted mess upon their head. The only difference was that Piye was lying face down, their face squished into one of the table legs. He almost laughed, but even the spreading of a smile sparked a headache, so instead he poked his blacked out friend.

They groaned, loudly, but did not move. Ahkmen continued to poke them until they finally had enough, pushing themselves upwards.

"What the hell do you want?" They asked, their voice low and scratchy. Even their eyes had yet to open, stuck shut with crushed eyelashes.

"What did we do last night?" He asked in a mumble, resting his weight on the thin edge of a fallen table.

"You invited Panya and she killed us with beer," Piye breathed out, shielding their eyes from the sun with their hand.

"Fuck," said Ahkmen. "An... what day's today?"

Piye breathed very deeply before opening their mouth, letting out a roar of a yell, "DAD?!? What's today??"

Ahkmen winced away, covering his ears until Piye lay back down, still relaxing into the pile of chairs and tables.

"It is the eleventh of Khuiahk," came Adom's voice from around the corner of the tiny hallway leading to the door of Piye's room. Ahkmen heard a flip of papyrus before he spoke again, "you have school today, if that's what you're wondering."

"Ah... shit," Piye sighed.

"That means I have school too," Ahkmen said with widening eyes, a pitiful sense of dread overcoming his hangover. "I can't learn like this. I haven't showered since yesterday, I – I barely have a hold on my thoughts, I can't stand loud noises –"

"If you can still gripe like that, you're fine," Piye said flatly, lying for a moment more before their eyes opened, making way for them to sit up and stand.

"But –"

"Calm down, my Prince," Piye said with a derisive bow. "It's quite alright. I'll get us ready within the hour."

Having Piye as a friend came in handy a number of times, but especially when it came to maintaining his image of a perfect son. His parents adored him dearly, but Ahkmen was convinced that that status could be stripped at any moment, and that they would begin to treat him as they did his brother, Kamun. Thus having Piye to excuse away his mistakes was beyond helpful to him, let alone the secret capabilities of the palace physician's child.

In a calm-as-ever demeanor, Piye shoved both him and themself into clothes too warm for the sunshine already beating down on them through windows. The Prince felt a little off––a little more disgusted with himself than usual––but his discomfort was quickly remedied with a stop by the Nile, where the two quickly washed themselves.

Returning into clothes was made easy by the sun that dried the water on their skin within a minute of leaving the river. The two dressed, shoving their legs into skirts and golden bands as they walked, stumbling through the streets with soaking wet hair.

"One last stop," Piye said before they reached the center of the city, pulling Ahkmen off down a hidden alley.

Boxes and carts of goods had been stacked as wide as the thin alley, but they were easily climbed, and the two found themselves in an entirely different part of town.

"How quick is this stop going to be? We're already going to be late," Ahkmen said, but continued to follow Piye without fail.

"Wouldn't worry about it," they assured as they directed him into a tent of red and purple drapes.

Smoke welled in the ceiling, already uncomfortably low for Ahkmen, and even worse for Piye. It must've been important, whatever Piye was trying to do, as they were particularly sensitive about their height at times, and tried not to draw attention to it. The only true light inside the tiny shop was the burning incense, and what little sun could make it through the dark fabric that made up the ceiling and walls. When Ahkmen caught the scent, he recognized it easily––myrrh.

"What are we doing here?" Ahk whispered, trying to look over Piye's shoulder as they led the way through continuous halls of silk.

"Yogi?" Piye said, knocking against the first hard surface they could find.

There was a moment of silence before the wall of satin before him rustled, rippling till it split open to reveal you; a small, foreign child about his age, with a bright red dot on your forehead above wide eyes. His heart thumped erratically as you met his gaze. While he couldn't directly place where you were from, the style of your home and lavish clothes as well as your facial features assured him you were not Egyptian.

"Be needing something, Piye?" You said in a thick accent, looking up at the magi who towered above you.

"One of your drinks," they said. You nodded and ducked back into your room.

"We don't need more to drink," Ahkmen whispered.

"It's a hangover cure. You'll be wanting it."

"Oh."

A moment later you returned, two clay cups in hand swirling with a red mixture. Ahkmen looked suspiciously into the liquid, trying to decipher the ingredients, before Piye knocked their whole cup back and swallowed it in a single gulp. Scuffing his sandal against the floor, he copied his friend's movements.

Sweet, but thick. Like dough, but slimy, and the sensation of it slowly sliding down his throat only brought about more questions as to the ingredients.

"You must be one of their friends," you said once they both finished, handing their mugs to you.

"Well, um..." Ahkmen looked up to Piye, "yes. We're on our way to Osiris' temple."

"You are, then... students?"

"Yes. I study language and morals, Anpu here studies law," Piye answered for him, patting Ahkmen's shoulder.

"The bell will start soon. You should go, the priests are not made of give," you said as you set the cups aside, showing them out the door.

Blazing sun burnt the back of his eyes as he stepped outside, back into the radiating heat and the empty street, which lay an alley's walk away from the Temple of Osiris. He squinted, searching for the boxes he'd climbed earlier.

"Over here," Piye directed him, and he followed.

"Where's your friend from? Doesn't sound like –"

"- like Egyptian is their first language," Piye finished. "I've never bothered to ask, but if I had to guess, somewhere in the east. Our friendship is mostly limited to school, and medicine."

"They study medicine?" Ahkmen asked incredulously. If you weren't native to Egypt, and it was painfully obvious you weren't, it would be a feat beyond God to achieve any form of education concerning the human body.

"Not proper medicine, mind you. It's back-alley magic," Piye said, opening the door to the temple and allowing Ahkmen to pass in front of them.

"Quite literally," Ahkmen mumbled beneath his breath, scanning the main temple for any sign of the priests.

"Right."

"And what was with that fake name?"

"I don't think they –"

"I cannot imagine it will be a fantastic impression on your teachers that you are late on your first day of schooling," came a voice from behind them.

Both Ahkmen and Piye whirled around, wide eyes meeting the High Priest of Osiris, an older man named Yafeu that had never been fond of the royal family. Fortunately, he would not be teaching anyone––the High Priest's position was 'too important' to concern itself with the younger generations teachings. Osiris and his temple required constant cleaning, as well as regularly cleaned offerings of jewels and flowers, plates of delicacies that reached the knee of the massive statue sat at the head of the temple.

In fact, that was where Ahkmen stood; before the statue of Osiris. Somewhere he was not supposed to be.

"We're having trouble finding our class," Piye said before Ahkmen could even think of how to reply.

Yafeu raised a single brow, scanning the both of them with an unimpressed expression. He raised his finger to point at a small door behind Osiris.

"That way."

"Thank you, sir," Piye said with a small bow, taking Ahkmen's hand and rushing him out the door.

While the temple of Osiris held much land, and much of it was occupied by caretakers both priestly and humble, who worked to please Osiris, commoners and non-priests were generally not allowed. Gardens bloomed around the sacred lake, lovingly tended to fit the needs of the temple.

As Ahkmen and Piye walked down the long, open hallway, which on the left side held the many rooms of those working in the temple, and on the right displayed the wealth of the courtyard, the Prince wondered upon the subject of the temple. Very few people were allowed inside––hence his apprehension upon being caught––but considering the amount of people it took to care for the temple, it seemed to him a little unfair that others couldn't come to bow at the statue's feet.

Perhaps the priests, and his father, did not want commoners coming to Osiris with petty issues.

"You handled that quite well," Ahkmen said as he noted the arch to class approaching.

"I fucking hate priests," they seethed, but the expression gave way for a smile in an instant when they both entered the room.

Yafeu might've been old, but the priests that retired into teachers were much older. Last year, Ahkmen's teacher had been a much younger scribe, but this year his class of four would be taught by a priest who had spent his better years tending to Sobek's temple, and consequently had lots of experience with crocodiles. That was about the only interesting thing about the man, except for the fact that his name was Setet, which according to Ahk’s classmate meant 'Daughter of Set'.

A very strange name indeed. Ahkmen let the thought of it occupy his thoughts for a minute or two, but grew quickly bored of the subject, and eventually his mind wandered back to the events of the morning. If Setet had the gall to be this uninteresting, Ahkmen could be allowed time to think and gather himself.

Last night, he thought, chewing on his bottom lip. What had happened?

The details were fuzzy in his head––more a mess of mangled half-memories soaked in beer and wine. According to Piye, who now sat cross-legged on the carpet beside him, something had happened with his friend Panya that made both of them drink a lot of beer. A drinking contest, maybe––Ahkmen was, at times, too prideful for his own good.

Panya couldn't really be considered a friend. She was rarely ever kind to him, and he treated her in much the same light. Despite her crude behavior, she was quite beautiful, and attended the same prestigious school as he did––only in a different class.

What is he talking about? he thought to himself blearily, trying to focus back in on the man in front of him talking.

Then there was the question of you––the pretty little potionmaker––and with that thought implanted in his mind, he left the classroom in every way imaginable except physical.

Ahkmen very rarely met anyone from other countries that weren't royal, so the sudden presence of you was something he could think about for a good, long while as he waited out the school day. He thoroughly enjoyed any research into the cultures and activities of citizens in countries his own and not his own.

You came up about to his shoulder––which meant you were only as tall as Piye's elbow––and your skin was of a darker, more vibrantly red color than those of the Egyptians he usually related himself to. The lighting in your tent had been subpar, making it hard for him to recall what color that dot on your forehead had been. All he could remember was that it existed.

The hangover remedy you had concocted had, without Ahkmen entirely noticing, taken away his headache and minimized his sensitivity to light and sound, which convinced the Prince that you had some sort of schooling behind you. Maybe you weren't as poorly as you looked––all respect to you, of course––and, maybe, you were someone of similar noble standing.

He wasn't sure which theory he liked more.

Unfortunately, he couldn't remember your name, and now that class had started he would have to wait until lunch to ask Piye.

When midday finally did come around, he, Piye, and the other two students in his class were excused to the garden. In the center of the courtyard, the High Priest readied himself for the midday ceremony by bathing in the sacred lake placed there by hand. Clerks and jewellers flitted about from place to place, carrying the finished products of beautiful works that would never see the light of day beyond Osiris' temple. Similarly, weavers and barbers tended to Yafeu as he bathed in preparation.

"What was that eastern brewer's name again?" Ahkmen asked, tugging on Piye's skirt as he attempted to catch up with their long strides.

"The one from the alley? Yogi," they said with a curious tilt of their head. "Why?"

"Oh, I've been thinking about it all morning. I couldn't remember but I know you called them by name."

"Right. Hungry?" Piye asked, stopping before the door to the kitchens.

"I want to find Panya first," Ahk said as he scanned the courtyard.

"Well I want to eat. If you want to try and wade through that crowd for a woman who hates you, go ahead," Piye said, waving him off before promptly slamming the door behind them as they left.

"... right," Ahkmen muttered to himself under his breath.

There were far too many people going about the temple that, standing from his position, it was impossible to see everyone. One thing he did know about Panya, though; she always brought her own food and always sat alone.

Ten minutes later Ahkmen found himself yelling up into a tree that Panya had managed to scale.

"Get lost, goldie!" She yelled from above, picking one of the dates and lobbing it at his head. He dodged, eyes darting down at the ground, where the date had made a dent in the dirt.

"Come on, I just have a question!" He said, squinting from the sun shining directly above him.

"The answer's no. Now go away! You're going to attract one of the priests with all that yelling," she said, cocking her chin into the sky.

"Oh, fuck you," he muttered as he at last looked down, his neck sore from craning it so long. So much for figuring out last night.

As he made his way back to the kitchens, he crossed the middle of the courtyard and spied through the pillars of stone the open door of the inner temple. Inside grew an ethereal blue light, surrounding the figures of stone, warped with smoke as Yafeu knelt to his knees before Osiris. His mouth moved in constant prayer, but Ahkmen could not hear from his distance. He could only watch.

Until one of the clerks shut the door.

He frowned, but headed on his way, soon sliding in next to his friend, Piye. They had taken a seat on one of the many carpets set out on the floor, the open roof allowing sunlight to flood the otherwise dark room. All that protected the students and chefs from the heat of the sun, as well as the heat of the ovens, was the thin tarps covering the majority of the ceiling, though not entirely. There was still room for a couple rays of unbroken sun.

"Find her?" Piye asked through a mouthful of food.

"Yes, but she wouldn't talk to me," Ahk said, irritant in his movements as he began to eat his own lunch.

"Sounds like her."

By the end of school, the sun was already cresting the horizon of low mountains, leading his shadow to tall heights as he walked with Piye, their backs to the sun. Inside the courtyard of the temple, servants and workers planted seeds in the black mud gathered from the Nile's banks. Outside it, however, bustled the busy life of Memphis markets that always received the most amount of patrons after school and work was finished for the day.

Wading through the crowd had always been more of an art than anything, though Ahkmen couldn't practice that art very well with Piye beside him. They stuck out horribly, too tall to duck beneath the swaying barrels and baskets, and unable to pass people by without seeming rude.

"Oh shit!" Ahkmen exclaimed in a moment of remembrance, raising his hand to stop Piye. "I remember why Panya came over."

"Really?" They pulled both of them to the side, pressed against a restaurant wall. "What was it?"

"Drinking contest. Remember last Friday? We had that bet and then I lost, and I had to give her one of my necklaces, but I couldn't part with any of mine, so I just stole my mother's. Then my mother started asking questions, and... oh fuck. Mother's going to kill me," Ahk said with wide eyes, raising his hands to cover his mouth.

"I would love to help you out with this problem, but she's really not going to do anything, and I need to help my father collect ingredients from the market. Is that alright?"

"Yes, I... I understand. Any advice though?"

"Go find Yogi. They might be able to help. See you," they said as they turned and left, all but their shoulders and head disappearing in the crowd.

Ahkmen had little on his persons except the clothes he wore, and the bands he had on his arms marked him as royal. They could not be sold, bartered, or traded in any way, as any non-royal found wearing them was jailed or enslaved. He could not give them to Panya in exchange. Panya might've been annoying, but she didn't deserve something like that.

Since that was the only idea he had, he found himself sneaking back towards Osiris' temple, and going through the streets leading to it in hopes of finding that alleyway once more. It was less of an alley and more of a space between two close buildings, but that distinction easily led him back to climbing over boxes of storage.

In the warm blush of evening, it was hard to make out the different alleys leading to this singular space between buildings, where nothing had been built except that tent of yours. It appeared as though you had blocked it off purposely––made your home secret for a reason.

Questions swarmed his head as he ducked beneath the flap of your home, watching his head for anything hanging too low. He raised his hand, searching for a hard surface––something to rapp his knuckles on, as Piye had.

"Uh... Yoshi?"

"My name is not that. Do not call me that," you said, walking out from behind what Ahkmen thought was a wall. He nearly jumped at your sudden appearance.

"Sorry. I was, um, here this morning, with my friend Piye? They said you might be able to help me," he said in a rambling manner, playing with his fingers.

"What help you need?"

"I had a bet with this girl from my school, and she ended up with my mother's necklace, and I need that necklace. My mother was asking me about it earlier, so I know she's noticed."

"Hmm..." you glanced to the side, placing your hands on your hips. "What was.. your bet on?"

"Drinking contest."

"Ah," you said with a sudden smile. "No problem. You find your girl, bring her here. I will give her my beer."

"You brew beer?" Ahkmen asked incredulously, his eyes widening. Beer-making was something generally reserved for adults.

"I do many things. Do not worry. She will not die," you said, shaking your head as though that would assure him.

"Why would she die?!" Ahkmen asked with even larger eyes.

"I just tell you she will not die! Now go grab her. I will be here with your cups. Tell her you want to do it again," you said, pushing him out the door. He was not at all swayed by your efforts, but allowed you to move him anyway, and soon he stood outside in an evening where the sun had set too fast.

A chill ran over his skin, at which point he acutely missed the warmth of your tent. How you kept it so comfortable, as well as clean in there was a mystery, but that was not at the forefront of his thoughts. Instead he tried to recall where Panya might be––perhaps at school, perhaps at home, or maybe with her friend. She only had one.

After clambering back over the wall of boxes and crates, he snuck back into the courtyard of the temple, keeping a careful eye on any movement he saw. The task proved hard after about five seconds of being in there, as the next ceremony was soon approaching. The Priests would put Osiris to rest for the night.

In several of the rooms he passed, he found other children of noble bearings discussing quietly with the older priests and clerks, who passed the time of their elderly years raising the next generation. He checked each door, but in the end he found Panya on the edge of one of the creeks that ran like veins with the lifeblood of the Nile.

"Can we talk now?" He asked, taking great enjoyment in her surprise as she turned.

"I'd prefer we didn't," she said, turning back to look at the river.

"If I recall correctly," which he did not, "I won last night's contest, right? That puts us at a tie."

"You big liar," said Panya, who also did not recall the events of last night. "I quite distinctly remember rubbing your face in my win."

"Come now, all I'm offering is one more drinking contest. You get to get drunk for free. If you win, I... I'll owe you one favor. One thing you ask of me, I'll do, no questions asked. If I win, I get that necklace back."

"You're vain sometimes, you know that?" She said in a quieter voice as he stood to face her, watching her fingers play with the massive emerald that now dangled from her shoulders.

"So are you."

She raised an unimpressed brow, scanning the Prince before she sighed, closing her eyes.

"Very well. Is Piye going to be overlooking it again?"

"No, no," Ahk said with a dismissive hand, dropping his other to grab Panya's hand and direct her along. "They're busy tonight. I've got someone else on board."

It took a little convincing to get the noble girl to climb up and over the boxes for a secret part of the city, but he eventually won her over and directed her inside your tent. She was about your height––maybe a little taller––and had no problems standing in your low-roof home. Ahkmen on the other hand took a seat as soon as he could.

You introduced yourself with a small bow, bringing forward a low table with a long strip of embroidered cloth, upon which you placed four small cups built of what appeared to be clay. All of this you did in a smooth, practiced swoop that lasted only a moment before Ahkmen was forced to face Panya once more.

Ahkmen might've been a desperate man––in more than one sense of the word––but he would not resort to cheating by stealing. Not to good people. Thus he would keep his word concerning the prizes of the competition, no matter how certain he was that he would fail.

He was a prince, accustomed to constant fine wines and thick beer that smelled strongly of alcohol. A sipper in small amounts.

Panya was not. She had quite a lot of money like his family, but she was far more connected with the world of other teenagers than Ahkmen was.

"I like you to state what you will win if you... win," you said, standing beside the table Ahk and Panya sat at. "That way, it is honest."

"If Panya wins, she can tell me to do one thing that I must do without question. If I win, I get that necklace back," Ahk said as he pointed to each of the things he referred to.

"Okay. Let us begin!"

Four cups. Two on either side of the centerpiece of the table. Ahkmen reached forward at the same time as Panya, grabbing the cups from the right and downing both of them quick as he could. The less he thought about it, the better. Panya soon copied him, finishing much faster than he had, and slamming the cups down so hard he nearly jumped.

"Good start," you said with a nod. "Feel good?"

"I feel about myself," Ahk offered.

"Then you have not drinking enough." You brought out another four cups in a flash. "Try not to let any of it fall!"

It burned his throat––physically burnt it from the alcohol level. No beer or wine had ever done that before, and he nearly spit it out, but managed to swallow it and hide his teary eyes at the same time. He then watched Panya carefully for any reaction, and noted the same surprise in her expression.

"Is a bit stronger. That is how my game works. By your six rounds, it only takes a cup to get a little," you grinned and rolled your eyes in two different directions. Ahk raised his brows, unable to look away, but said nothing.

"God damn," Panya said after downing the second cup of her's on the table. "Where do you get this stuff?"

"I make it. It is levels of dizziness."

"Do you mean drunkenness?" Ahkmen asked, looking apprehensively down into his second cup.

"Whatever. It is family's secret. I sell it to markets, get a good price, people like becoming drunk," you said with a shrug, taking the old cups, and refilling them with yet another mixture.

"Come now, Ahk," Panya chuckled from across the table. "Gotta finish that second cup if you're gonna challenge me to this kind of a competition."

Ahkmen glared at her for a moment before raising his cup to his lips, knocking it back as he attempted to once again ignore every sensation happening in his throat.

"Good boy," you said, taking his cup and setting it on the shelf behind you.

Four more cups were then placed on the table, and the drinking continued.

By the fifth round, he was already inebriated, his tongue soaked in the numbing powers of this drink you had concocted. There was a part of his not-all-there brain that thought you had taken this drink from the underworld; some sort of backwards world where the Nile flowed with pure alcohol.

If you were telling the truth, and he quite well trusted your word this far, he could be dizzyingly intoxicated with your next drink. He barely had the state of mind to look at Panya, much less decode her own level of drunkenness. That left him blind to the status of his likelihood of winning. And yet, when the next cup was set down in front of him, he gulped it like a sober brewer. Panya did the same.

"Feeling a little of it now?" You asked with a grin.

"Some... something dike lat," he mumbled, his mouth smushed against the hand he supported his head on.

"Do you one finish?"

"... what?" Panya asked, her brow furrowed as she stared intensely at you.

"Do one of you give up?" You tried.

"Hell no," Panya said with an adamant shake of her head. "Get me another!"

"Me too!" Ahk said, raising his hand high as his head fell to the table, knocking against it with a loud thunk. He hissed, curling back on himself with little grace.

Panya snorted, leading into a long laugh as she cherished the look of drunken disdain painted over the Prince's face. You said nothing, but went to fulfill their requests, returning with the same drink as the last one.

"This my strongest drink. What you had before. It is good for you!"

"It may be good for me, but I think my friend over there is going to pass out," Panya said, grabbing you by your collar and forcing you to lean down so she could talk closer to your ear. You giggled.

"You have big strength," you said, stepping away as she downed yet another drink.

"Thank you, uh.. what's... your name?"

"... it is Yogi."

"Well then, Yogi. Another!"

If you had some sort of secret plan to get him to win, he was desperate to see it. This drink of yours had only seemed to be detrimental to him, not to Panya, and anxiousness stewed as he glanced into his cup. She was already ahead of him––to equalize the cards, he had to drink another cup, just to be equal.

You reentered the room as he knocked it back, carrying two more cups. When he set his cup down, you placed the others in front of him, and grabbed the empty one to clean it.

Ahkmen looked up, and through the haze of his thoughts, he might've seen you wink at him with a sly smile. Maybe. It was also possible you had just blinked and his eyes were being slow.

He grabbed his cup, and before he could think about it he chugged it. In a horrifying moment of clarity, he recognized the drink he'd had that morning––some sort of hangover cure that felt like smooth, squishy mud in his mouth. You returned a minute or two later, more drinks in hand. By then your mixture took effect, and much of his wooziness faded away, bringing him back to the land of sobriety before being offered his next cup.

It was all he needed.

Panya went on for a good long while, but without the special concoction she lost by the tenth round. During that time, Ahkmen had plenty enough beer, and had returned to the spinning thoughts of his alcohol-fueled brain, now focused on the one who had helped him so readily––you.

"What are – are you gonna do with... her?" Ahkmen asked through a half-stuffed nose, gesturing weakly to Panya, who had passed out in the corner only moments earlier.

"Do you know her parents?"

"... sort of," he answered vaguely. He definitely knew about them. Her father was Yafeu, and though he did not like Ahkmen, Ahkmen had a fair amount of information about him.

"Will they... scared, about her going.. missing?" You said, slowly piecing together a sentence you had clearly never said in Egyptian.

"You mean does she have to be home tonight?"

You nodded.

"She'll be fine. Her father will... worry, a little, but she can say she was sleeping in a friend's house. They won't.. uh... worry," he said in a mumble, laying his head to rest on your table.

"Then we put her to sleep. Let her rest for a while," you said, bowing your head as you collected the rest of the cups, disappearing behind yet another wall.

He tapped his fingers against the wood, keeping them close to his eyes so as to see his hand better. A long sigh left him.

"Will you go home? Or stay?" You asked upon your return.

"I – I have a lot of answers for you," he said, suddenly quite vindictive and stern as he pointed to you with a shaky finger. "And I want you.. to question..."

He trailed off as he realized his mistake. Embarrassment was clear on his face as he shriveled into himself, but you just giggled, sitting down across from him with a large bag in your lap.

"What is your questions?"

"What's your name? Your full name. You don't... seem happy when.. people say Yogi," he said, resting the majority of his weight on the pillows built up against one of the rare solid walls.

"Well, I come from a long travel. My name is not something many know here," you said with a shrug, digging your hands into the bag and rooting around it. "It is Yogasundari."

"Y.. yogetsury?" He tried on his clumsy tongue.

"Yogasundari. It is okay you can not say it. It is why most call me Yogi."

"So – where do you come from then? If y-you come from," he pushed down a hiccup, "from far away?"

"The east. My city was named Harappa. We live in a beautiful river, like you," you said, smiling a soft, thoughtful smile as you recalled images of your past. "Our city was great. Had all things. But my family is poor and it is easy to live here. We can make our own great.. um..."

"Riches?"

"Yes! Gold, and – and silk, you have, but we change the shape of iron," you said, your grin spreading into excitement. "We have good drinks. You want them here, so we come here, and we live much better than we live in Harappa."

"So you're... here with your family?" He asked in genuine curiosity, looking up at you from his collapsed position on the floor.

Your expression fell away, and an anxiousness overtook your demeanor.

"I was," you said, then frowned with spiteful eyes. "Those kings of yours kill my family, sell them. I love this, the river, but your kings are unjust. They take my parents and I never saw them again."

"I'm sorry," he murmured.

"It is okay. It is not your fault. I have a good home and I know how to stay away from soldiers. They go everywhere in this city. Not like my home. So that is why I am here," you said, gesturing to the patterned cloths that made up your ceiling.

"And it's just you here?"

"There is the cat," you said, looking back down to his chest, where unbeknownst to him, a thin, hairless cat had made a bed.

"Oh," he whispered softly, taken aback.

The purring was nice––actually, most of the cat's presence was nice, except when he went to pet it, and it raised its' head. At that point he saw the gaping holes where eyes were supposed to be, where they probably once were, and he just about jumped out of his skin, and would have if its' claws weren't kneading at his stomach.

"What the fuck," he whispered in a tense breath.

"She is good. Very kind. You do not worry."

"Where'd you find her?" He asked, eyes darting between you and the cat.

"On the street," you said, nodding. "She comes in for eating at some times."

"... delightful."

"What of you?" You asked. "What are you from?"

"I..." he paused, recalling your contempt for the royal family, and then the much earlier occurrence of Piye using a cover name. "... my father's a priest at Osiris' temple. Not the High one, but.. one of them. That's why I go to school there, and that's how I met Panya."

"Are you good friends?"

"Not really," he chuckled. "We have our fights but I respect her, most of the time."

"More with Piye, then?"

"Mm... yeah. How'd you meet them?"

"You have to ask them. They came in my home one day and asked for my brew."

"Which one?"

"The good one," you said with a wink that had Ahkmen snorting. "I have forgot to ask your name. Your friends name you two things."

What had Piye called him that morning? Panya had used Ahk, that he knew definitively.

"Ak'anpu," he answered after a moment's thoughts.

"It is a nice name," you said, bringing your lips to a glass contraption. With one flame on the other end, you breathed in deeply, exhaling thick clouds of smoke that easily outweighed the smoke of incense already flooding the ceiling.

"What is that?" Ahk asked with a groan as he brought himself to sit up, forcing your cat to jump off his middle.

"Shemet. I get it at the markets, by the river. It is good to sleep and calm down. Want to try?" You offered the tool to him.

"Sure," he said, though he was fairly certain he'd already had this before, and that you were simply pronouncing the name strangely.

From the taste alone he recognized it as something he and Piye had used extensively at some points. It didn't pair well with beer, which he knew from experience, so he took only one more puff before handing it back to you with a quiet 'thank you'.

"I must get home to my father, he's –" he tried to stand, falling back down when he tripped over his own feet. "He's gonna want to see me in the morning."

"You are a little... drunk to be seeing a father yet," you said, a grin tugging at your lips.

"That you are most certainly 'bight'," he said as he, again, attempted to stand.

When he nearly caught his head in one of your hanging scarves, you jumped to your feet, grabbing his arm and pulling his whole body back before he ran into it. He stumbled backwards, spinning around just in time to catch himself on the wall with you in front of him.

"Oh..." he stuttered, a warmer blush filling his head as he looked down at you. "I'm.. sorry."

But you just laughed, much harder than the times you had before, till a dark flush built in your creased cheeks, stark against your bright eyes.

"You are funny. It is alright," you said, patting his bare chest. "I don't think I trust you will get home safe."

"Is this because I'm drunk?" He asked in a teasing tone, leaning in closer with his own cocky smile. For a moment he worried your hand on his chest would feel the thundering of his heartbeat.

"It is because you are stupid," you said, ducking out from his grip and pulling the necklace from Panya's neck, handing it to him.

You took his hand in yours, carefully leading him out of your home without wrecking any of it. The ascent over the crates was a little more clumsy than usual, but in the end you both landed safe back in the regular streets of Memphis, the temple of Osiris to your right and the palace to your left.

"Which way is your home?" You asked, looking up at him after you confirmed it to be a vacant street.

"Easy there," he said as he raised his hands defensively. "I'm – can't go home this.. like this. I'm gonna go down to the Nile, and... I'm going to wash up."

"They say not to go by yourself," you said, following him when he turned to the right. "Dangerous animals."

"More guidelines than rules, really," he said as he shambled along. "And I have you now, d–don't I?"

"If fish eat your ass, I am not saving you," you said with a certainty.

Ahkmen spluttered into a laugh.

"What?" You asked, your own smile growing as you watched him, confused.

"Don't – don't ever say that again. Don't talk about anything eating ass," he said through a massive grin.

Once the two of you reached the river, which didn't take long at all, Ahkmen stripped himself of his garments, setting aside his jewelry in a neat row on the banks. His mother's necklace he set on his clothes, making sure not to dirty it in any way.

"It is funny how you Egyptians do this," you said, perching on one of the boulders present.

"Do what?" He asked, looking over his bare shoulder. Your eyes darted up from staring at something lower.

"Wash in the river."

"Not everyone does," he said, kneeling in the water. "A lot have small pools in their homes. Mostly the rich, I guess. Everyone else just bathes here."

"Maybe I am just... not knowing much about being without many clothes," you attempted to translate, the words clearly spinning in your head. You looked to him to see if he understood you.

"That I can see," he said, bringing the water over his legs and chest, trailing up to his face. "You've got quite a style. Very.. colorful. It looks expensive."

"I make my own clothes," you said with a small, but proud smile.

"You're a seamster?"

"I am many things."

"So I've seen," he chuckled. "How do you know so many things?"

"I had to learn. I had to teach me, from what I could see my family doing," you said, your feet wagging back and forth from the boulder's height. "I get not many people who.. who buy. But I have many things. I think it helps."

"Impressive," he said softly as he returned to washing himself.

By dunking his whole head into the cool water, he hoped to return more of his senses to himself, and with it his more prolific words. He didn't need drunken sentences messing up your understanding of him further. Besides, it was hard enough on its' own to try and piece together your own sentences that were jargled and brambled words of what you'd picked up in Memphis.

"Are you ready to go?" You asked after having fidgeted for several minutes, now letting your head hang upside-down off the rock.

"I suppose so," he said, rising to his feet. "I think I can probably bathe more once I get home. And if not, the morning will come, and I can wash then."

As spiritual an experience as it was to bathe in the lifeblood of Egypt, Ahkmen couldn't deny he missed the lavender soaps and gentle oils massaged and soaked into the skin.

He stumbled his way back to shore, slipping easily on the slick mud beneath him, making up the fertile silt of the Nile. You laughed from your vantage point, knocking your head back with the loudest belt of a laugh he'd ever heard. It was made especially amusing by the fact that such noise could come from someone so small. By the third time he slipped, though, you spared a little pity and climbed down from your tower to help him.

"You are funny," you said with the brightest grin he'd seen, offering him your hand with a long reach in an attempt to keep your shoes clean. Unlike Ahk's, they were made of a sort of fabric.

"I'm so sorry," he said, his legs shaky from his laughter and yours. "This doesn't usually happen."

He reached forward, setting his hand into yours, and allowing you to direct him forward. To your unfortunate surprise––though, still, very amused surprise––his weight ended up pulling both of you down, slipping into the shallow reaches of the river.

"Oh Gods," he said as he resurfaced. "I am so sorry, I -"

Your clothes, and you, were then soaked in both water and mud that easily stained to the palms of your hands as you hauled your heavy clothes out of the river. Wide eyes looked to him, your mouth open in surprise. He cringed backwards, a horribly apologetic look on his face as he watched you stand, shaking your body to test your new weight.

Glancing around your legs, midsection, and arms, you found mud dug into your elbows, your knees, around your hips, and all across your shoulders.

You laughed. Relief flooded him upon the sight of your smile, covering your mouth with a dirty hand.

"Don't we look like a dream?" You giggled.

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*ahem* PLEASE DO A FIC BASED OFF YOUR HARVEY AND PREGNANT WIFE HEADCANNONS PLEASE

ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE DEAR BBY ANON. I was honestly so excited to write this that I wrote it in a few hours. Just woo!

The headcannons were my inspiration for this, but I hope I captured everything :0 

**edit** Headcannons post where this all came from -- Here!

I had a lot of emotions, myself, when writing this. Mostly do to personal reasons, but I enjoy writing about Harvey in this way. I think it truly captures his nervous, but caring personality. That he would do all that he could to provide the best care for his pregnant wife.

In any case, I hate to say it, but I feel like this jumped around a bit- heh. Honestly there was so much I enjoyed from the headcannons that it was genuinely hard to pick just a few! I hope you enjoyed this though! I did my best and loved every minute of it! Thank you so much for the ask! (Also, the small ‘ahem’ in the beginning legit killed me. It’s so funny)

Word Count: 1918

The farmer cracked open her eyes one sunny morning. She could tell she slept in past 6am, but she was too groggy to be mad; her body felt stiff and her mind heavy, as if a headache was coming on. She pulled the covers over her head and shifted her body to try and get more sleep- she would have fallen asleep if she didn’t start to feel nauseated. It came on quickly and was growing more, the farmer shot up from her bed throwing the blanket behind her. She covered her mouth and bounded towards the bathroom, “H-Honey?” she could faintly hear as she ran past Harvey holding a plate of breakfast for her. The farmer barely made it to the toilet when she threw up any contents in her stomach. With heavy footsteps, Harvey ran into the bathroom after her, “Honey, are you-. Oh, I see.” He remarked as he crouched beside her and pulled her hair back. “I have some water here,” he mentioned as he switched hands to stroke her back as she threw up again.

There was a momentary pause as the farmer tried to gather her breath, “Oh, wow,” she whispered to Harvey. “I know, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” He reassured to her, giving her a soft kiss on her forehead. She would have appreciated it more if she didn’t immediately throw up again, “I promise that’s not because you kissed me,” she chuckled to herself. Harvey laughed and continued stroking her back until she felt like it was over. He handed her some water and walked back to the kitchen to grab medicine and a lemon slice. When he came back, she was standing and holding her head, “Maybe you should lay back down. I asked Marnie to help me with your farm work today so there’s nothing for you too worry about.” He smiled and the farmer nodded her head in agreement. She took the medicine that Harvey offered and grasped the lemon slice in her hand, walking away and smelling it. “Oh, we have a long way to go, but I’ll be here for every minute of it.” He whispered to himself with a soft smile.

After a few weeks of helping her with her morning sickness, it had quickly become about 30ish weeks since they found out that she was pregnant. Every day it was a surreal moment for Harvey, he almost couldn’t believe that it was true. The closer it was to her due date, the more he got emotional- many years he spent pent up in his apartment above the clinic. Many sleepless nights and many lonely ones- it was an eye-opening moment for him when he realized he would be a father. It scared him, no doubt. He feared he wouldn’t be good enough or if he provide enough for his family. What if his child didn’t like him? What if they rejected him or liked his wife more? He knew he was overthinking it and that he would do his best to provide his wife and child with anything they wanted, but he couldn’t help to think of his worst-case scenarios sometimes.

He still worked at the clinic, Tuesdays, and Thursdays to do annual check-ups on everyone in town. He compiled a list of questions to ask when he knew one of the mothers in town would be coming in. It was Summer, day 18, and he knew Robin would be coming in. He decided to ask her because she took things seriously but kept things light enough that he would be most comfortable asking her.

He stood and approached the front door when he saw Robin already inside and waiting, “Hey, Doc,” she smiled as she stood. “Hello, Robin! Follow me.” They made there way into the back as Robin complained of her right arm hurting again, “I’ll take a look, but it’s probably because you work too much. You need to give your arm a break now and again from swinging your ax,” She laughed a bit, “Yeah, but you know how I feel about that.” He sighed but carried on with her check-up.  “Looks like you’re good Robin, but please give your arm a break!” He scolded her but she just held up a hand dismissing it. She began to walk out when Harvey stopped her, “Actually, could I ask you a few questions?” Perplexed, Robin sat on one of the stools in the room, “I’m all ears!” He smiled and pulled out a long list of questions he had- Robin peeked at some of them, her eyes wide with amusement. “Ha, you’re worried about being a dad, aren’t you?” Harvey blushed and broke her eye contact, “Well, yes, but also, I want to make sure I’m taking care of my wife well and wanted to ask your experience with pregnancy.” Perhaps… Robin wasn’t the best person to ask because she named off every single thing she could think of for providing the best care for the farmer. Robin made it her mission to prop up the farmer in every way to get her everything she wanted. It took about an hour of talking, but once Harvey understood it all-, she began walking to the door, “Oh, and when your wife suddenly breaks down into tears, just hold her. Sometimes it’s best not to ask questions!” She laughed, leaving Harvey a bit confused.

He made his way home from work, reviewing everything he and Robin talked about. She was so quick to answer every question he had, but she reassured him in all the ways possible. His biggest stress relief is when she looked at him with honest eyes and said, “Harvey, you’re thinking about this too much. You’re going to be a great dad. Just take every day as it comes.”

It calmed his thoughts greatly as he walked through the door. He was greeted with his wife sitting at the table, she turned and looked at him, “Welcome home, love.” He dropped his stuff to the ground and walked to his wife. She was a bit confused, but she smiled, “Everything okay?” Harvey bent down on his knees and hugged her and the baby. He was careful not to disturb the baby bump in any way, but he wanted to drink in his wife’s love after his day at work. She began combing her hands through his hair, “Everything is just fine.” He reassured her as he used his thumb to stroke her belly. It was peaceful to feel her love and feel accepted by her. He was floored that he was going to be a father, and he was humbled to know that he had the best wife in the entire world at his side.

He sprung up from their tender hug when he felt a kick against his hand. “O-oh! The baby! It kicked me, did you see it, honey?!” His eyes were wide with excitement, a rosy color growing in his cheeks. His wife giggled a bit as she watched her husband. His heart rate sprang up and he gently placed his hands on either side of her belly, he watched it carefully and said, “H-Hey! You can hear me! I’m your daddy! Yeah! I’m your father, and I promise to protect you for the rest of my life.” He gave her belly a soft kiss when he felt another kick. His eyes sparkled, brimming with tears, as he watched their child move within her. He helped women give birth for some time now- it never fazed him or affected him like this. This was something totally new that he was experiencing for the first time. This time it was different. This time it was their child- he married the woman he loved more than anything in this world and now he would get to watch his child grow before his very eyes. A few tears fell as he watched this unfold. It was a magical moment that brought tears to his wife’s eyes too. He hugged her belly, shedding a few more tears as he did so.

Through the rest of the night- things went on as they normally did. He would check her ankles to see if she had any swelling and he was relieved when she didn’t. He would rub lotion on her stomach to prevent any stretchmarks and routinely made healthy balanced dinners for his wife. Everyday he would brush his wife’s hair and style it like she normally does- course he messed up a few times, but eventually got the hang of it. She was internally grateful for Harvey. He provided her with as much comfort as he could, and whenever she had any cravings (no matter how weird) he would do his best to get them for her. He eventually started coming home with tomatoes though, considering that seemed to be what she requested the most. When Pierre would question him on all the tomatoes, he’d explain it for his wife. Pierre laughed and would send him on his way, “My wife requested tea leaves once! Not even the drink! Just the leaves!” Pierre would share through his laughter.

Everything had been going smoothly until he came home one night to find his wife in a fit of tears. He dropped anything he was holding and immediately ran by her side. She sat on the couch, holding a blanket to her chin, constantly wiping her eyes and blowing her nose. “What happened? Are you all right?” She didn’t respond, just continued to cry as she clutched the blanket. Retrieving her some water, he sat beside her and held her tightly. “It’s all right, I got you.” He whispered to her, which seemed to make her cry even harder. It overwhelmed him to say the least! He figured he would take this as any regular day, but she seemed to have other plans. He collected his own thoughts and wondered if this were the hormones talking, She should have primarily experienced this in the first trimester. They level off after a few months… He thought to himself as he continued to hold her. She finally broke through with a few hiccups of tears, “I was cleaning today- and- and,” He had no idea what she was trying to say! She half mumbled them, but she continued, “and I saw the books on your table, and those love letters!” She cried again, clutching onto Harvey, Heh, well suppose I can’t surprise her with that now, he sighed with relief when she said this, “I planned to give you a love letter after you had had our child.” He explained and she sat up to blow her nose, “Th-that’s just so sweet,” she managed to say. Harvey grew a big smile when he saw her- any fears he had had melted away, and he had begun to shed a few tears himself. “You know I love you, right?” He spoke as he reached up and wiped away a few of her tears. She leaned against his hand, “I-I know.” “Mm,” He started and pulled her into another embrace, “No,” he whispered, “I mean really love you. You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted in my life. I love you with all my heart.”

The rest of their experience together went by smoothly for the remaining time. The time was approaching that they would both meet their child for the very first time, both elated and nervous, they had each other for support.

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Rockwell’s History [READ WARNINGS]

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Fandom: Madness Combat

Characters: Dr. Crackpot, Dr. Hofnarr, Dr. Jebediah Christoff, Phobos, Hank, Sanford, Deimos, 2BDamned, Jebus, Tricky, Rockwell (My OC), Rockwell’s Parents

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Death, Gore, Attacking, Detailed Gore Scenes, Cursing, Transphobia, Crying, Injuries, Very Sensitive Topics, Angst, Heavy Angst, Long Story

Summary: Talking About Rockwell’s Backstory And How He Became Part Of The Madcom Group.

Word Count: 2,681

Notes: Rockwell Is Trans. His Original Name Was Roxannie (Pronounced As Roxanne) Roxannie Will Be In The First Half Of The Fic Until She Makes The Transition.

If You Feel Very Uncomfortable/Dislike The Topics That Are Going To Be In This Fic, Please Leave The Fic Now So You Don’t Have To Experience It And Triggers You. 

Also, If You Dislike Fics That Involves Peoples Made Up Characters (OCs), Then You Are Welcome To Leave The Fic. 

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Roxannie Woke Up To Her Alarm Clock And Quickly Got Dressed, Heading Downstairs To Get Breakfast. Her Mother Greeted Her With A “Good Morning” And A Warm Smile. Roxannie Sat At The Table, Greeting Her Father. She Took One Bite Of Her Cereal Until The Table Was Knocked Over. With A Frightened Look, She Looked At Her Father And Screamed. His Head Was Chopped Clean Off With His Chest Wide Open, Revealing That His Internal Organs Were Tampered With. She Was About To Cry Until She Heard Her Mother Scream. 

Instead Of Staying At The Table, She Ran To The Room Her Mother Was In. As Soon As Roxannie Stepped Foot In The Living Room, She Was Met With A Horrifying Sight.Her Mother Was Brutally Cut In Half With Her Face Missing From Her Head. The Top Half Of Her Body Hung From The Ceiling By A Sword Which Impaled Her. The Bottom Half Of Her Body Was On The Floor, In A Pile With Her Internal Organs. Annie Almost Gagged At The Sight, Until She Saw The Man Who Had Caused Her Parent’s Deaths. A Tall Dark Figure With Red Eyes Approached Her With A Hammer. It Grabbed Her Firmly By The Neck And Bashed Her Head Twice, Revealing Her Brain. 

It Left Her On The Ground Struggling To Stay Alive, Leaving Only A Tablet Behind. Rox Used It To Contact For Help, But Could Barely Stay Conscious Due To Her Brain Being Exposed. Luckily, There Was A Fast Response. The Mysterious Person Was Immediately Able To Track Her Location And Tell Her To Stay Where She Is. She Agreed And Just Laid In Front Of The Tablet, Trying Not To Lose Consciousness. About 45 Minutes Had Passed So Far, And She Was Starting To Feel Her Eyelids Get Heavy.

A Man Rushed In And Immediately Injected Her With Some Type Of Medicine. She Immediately Struggled To Stand Up, Before Being Forced To Sit Down. Her Head Was Bandaged Properly Before She Was Helped Up. She Didn’t Even Get A Chance To Thank The Strange Man Because He Immediately Rushed Her Out Of The House And Into His Vehicle. The Whole Car Ride Was Quiet Except For Roxannie’s Cries, Mourning The Death Of Her Parents. 

She Couldn’t Even Form Sentences Or Explain To The Man That Saved Her What Happened Because Of How Upset She Was. He Felt Bad For Her, Trying To Give Her Anything She Could Keep Her Mind Busy With Until They Got To The Place. She Didn’t Really Want Anything Though, Other Than To Let Out What She Was Experiencing Now. Once They Arrived To Their Destination, She Was Immediately Brought Into A Lab Where A Bunch Of Scientists Were Working. The Man Led Her Into A Room Where A Small Chubby Man Chatted With A Tall, Stern Looking Guy.

Dr. ??: “Hofnarr, Christoff. I Uh….Got The Child.”

The Two Men Looked Over And Immediately Rushed To Roxannie. They Hugged Her And Did Their Best To Comfort Her In Any Way Possible In That Moment.

Dr. Christoff: “Thank You, Crackpot. We’ll Let You Know If We Need Anything Else.”

Crackpot Nodded And Left The Room, Leaving The 3 Alone As Christoff Shut The Door. Hofnarr Tried To Calm Her Down And Talk With Her. It Was Very Hard To Understand The Girl Through Her Crying And Incoherent Words, Even For Him. Hofnarr Just Held Her Close And Consulted Her, Doing His Best To Calm Her Down. Christoff Sat Down Next To The Two And Offered Rox With A Glass Of Water. She Took The Water And Drank Half Of The Glass, Keeping The Drink In Her Hand While The Two Older Men Did Their Best To Help Her Relax.

Once She Was Calm Enough, They Finally Got Her To Explain What Had Happened. She Told Them Every Detail From This Morning, Keeping It Short And Sweet At The End. Hofnarr And Christoff Frowned, Hugging And Comforting Her Again. It Was Very Hard For Someone To Go Through All That Trauma, Especially For Someone At Her Age. Hell, The Kid Was Only 14. She Barely Knew How To Even React Or See Something Like That. She Needed A Lot Of Therapy To Get Past That Traumatic Event.

Hofnarr: “Hey Christoff. Do You Think Phobos Will Let Us Keep Her Here With Us?”

Christoff: “Maybe, With A Lot Of Bribing.”

Roxannie: “F-Forgive Me For I-Interrputing Your C-Conversation...But Wh-Who’s Ph-Phobos?”

Hofnarr: “Oh! Don’t Worry, You Aren’t Interrupting Anything. And Phobos Is Our Boss. We Need All Permission From Him To Do Anything Around Here.”

Christoff: “Kinda Sucky, But We’re Even Lucky If He’s In A Good Enough Mood To Pay Us.”

They Chat For A Bit Before Heading To Phobos’ Office, Staying Together The Whole Trip. Once They Reached Their Destination, They All Greeted Phobos Before Saying Anything About Roxannie. Phobos Obviously Had To Ask First And The Two Scientists Explained The Whole Situation. Phobos Took A Minute To Think Before Accepting Their Request To Allow Her To Stay. Ending It With “I Don’t Care How, But As Long As She’s Not A Big Distraction To You Two And Works With What She Can.” Of Course They All Had To Agree To That.

They All Headed Out The Door And Back To The Breakroom. Hofnarr Figured She Was Still Hungry And Offered To Make Her A Snack And A Drink. Christoff Just Offered Her To Stay With Them So She Has A Place To Sleep And Stay Instead Of The Lab. Rox Agreed To Both And Walked With The Two Men. On The Way Back To The Lab, Hofnarr Was Smiling, Gently Gripping Onto Rox’s Hand. Christoff Took Notice Of This And Chuckled. He Watched His Husband For A While. It Was Only Now When He Asked About His Sudden Cheery Mood.

Christoff: “What’s Got You All Giddy, Hoffy?”

Hofnarr: “We Have A Child Of Our Own Christoff! Aren’t You Excited To Be A Parent?”

Christoff Just Smiled As Hofnarr Went On About The Wonders Of Raising A Child Of Their Own. He Goes On Fantasies About Vacation, Family Outings, Family Dinners And Other Things. Roxannie Gripped Her New Parent’s Hands Gently, Smiling Softly. She Was Going To Start A New Family And These Were Her New Parents. She Didn’t Mind That, She Loved Supporting People Who Were In Relationships With The Same Gender.

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A Few Years Later…

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Hofnarr: “Rox, You Ready?”

Roxannie: “Yeah I’m Coming!”

She Placed Her Bandana On And Adjusted It To Be Over Her Bandages, Flattening Out Her Lab Coat. She Turned The Light Off In The Bathroom And Headed Downstairs To The Door, Greeting Her Two Dads As They Hugged Her. They Headed Towards The Lab While Hofnarr Was Going On About How Lucky They Were To Be A Family. Christoff Occasionally Threw In A Few Things, Chuckling At Hofnarr’s Responses.

Once They Got To The Labs, Everything Seemed Normal Except For A Few Stressed Out Scientists. The Shaking Scientists Greeted The 3 And Gave Them Information To Keep Safe. Hofnarr Took Roxannie With Him As He Usually Does For The Morning. Christoff Set Out To His Office, Looking Around At The Messed Up Experiments. He Scoffed At The Thought Of Phobos Actually Trying To Be Successful With This….Project. Christoff And Hofnarr Agreed That This Whole “Project Nexus” Thingy Would Not Be On For Long. Someone Would Definitely Stop Him, Even If It Had To Be One Of Them. 

Not Even A Minute Later, Hofnarr Had A Worried Look On His Face As The Sound Of Gunshots Could Be Heard From The Other Lab. Rox Stayed Close To Hofnarr Just In Case Anything Happened. They Kept Hearing Gunshots From The Other Lab, Not Knowing What On Earth Was Going Down. Hofnarr Was Upset, What Was Happening To His Husband? Was He Ok? Was He Hurt? He Held Onto Rox As He Tried Not To Cry About The Thoughts That Were Running Through His Mind.

Hofnarr: “I Hope Christoff Is Ok. I Don’t Want To Lose Him Like We Almost Lost You.”

Roxannie: “I-I’m Sure He’ll Be Ok, Dad. And Hey, If I’m Still Here, He’ll Still Be Here.” *She Hugged Him Close. Hofnarr Gave Her A Soft Yet Sad Smile.*

Hofnarr: “I Sure Hope So.”

They Waited About 30 Minutes To Half An Hour Until Someone Entered The Room. As The Two Turned Around, Hofnarr Rushed To Hug The Man. It Was Christoff, And Thankfully He Wasn’t Injured That Badly As He Though. Christoff Went Over To Rox And Hugged Her, Handing Her A Gun As He Also Gave Hofnarr A Gun. He Wanted To Keep His Family Safe While This Whole Messed Up Thing Was Happening.

Hofnarr: “You’ve Made Quite A Mess Christoff.”

Christoff: “They’ve Gone Too Far. If We Don’t Stop This Now...”

A Few Agents Entered The Room, And Christoff Killed Them With The Help Of His Husband And Daughter. Hofnarr Sweated And Gulped, Keeping Roxannie Close To Him.

Hofnarr: “I See We Have No Other Choice…”

They Murdered The Agents Who Kept Coming And Headed Out. Hofnarr Unlocked All The Control Panels As The Continued Through The Lab, Killing Any Agents, Zombies Or Any Failed Experiments. It Took A While Until They Got The Whole Place Cleared But They Were Able To Do It Without Much Harm Going To Them. They Got To The Last Room With The Control Panel And Hofnarr Started Getting Worried. He Looked At Christoff While They Got Rid Of The Last Few Agents With Rox Guarding The Door.

Hofnarr: “Ya Know Phobos Will Finish Us For This.”

Christoff Looked At Hofnarr After Shooting The Last Agent, Ending The Life Of The Betrayer.

Christoff: “Phobos Better Watch His Back..”

Hofnarr Unlocked The Last Control Panel And Looked Around The Room. He Started Heading Out After Christoff And Roxannie, Staying Close To Them While They Walked. Eventually Hofnarr Took The Lead Of The Group To Make Sure That The Other Two Were Safe. He Opened The Door Outside For Them Both, And Closed It After They Were Far Ahead Of Hofnarr. He Followed Them And Took The Lead After A Few Minutes. He Then Looked At Christoff As They Approached Phobos’ Tower.

Hofnarr: “Everything Depends On You Now.” *He Used His Key Card To Unlock The Door And Let Christoff In, Keeping Roxannie Back* “Good Luck, Old Friend..”

They Watched Christoff Walk Into The Tower, And Headed Back To The Lab. Hofnarr Kept His Daughter Close To Him, Trying To Keep Her From Breaking Down Like How She Was When They First Met. They Knew Christoff Was Only Doing This For Their Own Good, And To Stop This Whole Thing From Ruining Nevada Even More. They Walked Into The Lab And Immediately Went To The Breakroom, Setting Their Weapons Down By The Table When They Got There.

They Got Some Food And Drinks While They Chatted, Sitting Down So They Wouldn’t Fall If One Was Upset Or Panicked. They Chatted About Christoff And How….Cold He Looked When He Walked Into Hofnarr’s Lab. Rox Was Scared By His Look, As It Was Her First Time Seeing Him Like That. Hofnarr Had Already Known This Look So He Was Pretty Used To It. 

They Kept The Conversation Going By Talking About Other Stuff Like Work, Family Life, Dinners, And Especially That One Dinner Night. That Was The First Time Rox Had Seen Hofnarr Angry, And Not A Playful Or Slightly Irritated Angry. It Wasn’t His Fault They Were Banned From That Restaurant Though. The Boy Walked Up To Rox And Went “Tsk. You Wanna Be Trans? That’s Gross. You’re A Girl And You Will Always Be A Girl.” Hofnarr Was Just Defending His Daughter...By Attacking The Boy With A Chair.

They Were At The Lab For About An Hour To An Hour And A Half Just Chatting And Wandering Around. After A Bit, They Headed Outside And Met Up With Christoff Again.The Only Difference About Him Was That He Was Wearing The Key Fragment On His Head. Jeb Greeted The Two And Lead Them Back Inside The Lab. This Was Going To Be A Strange Experience For All Of Them.

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A Few More Long Years Later…

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Sanford And Deimos Turn The Corner, Shooting The Agents That Tried Approaching Them. The Two Headed Into The Room And Killed All The Agents In Sight. Then They Saw Her….Roxannie On The Floor Unconscious. They Both Inspected Her Body And Picked Her Up, Keeping Her With Them. They Finished With Their Mission And Brought Her Back To Base. The Brought Her To Hank And 2B Where They Inspected Her Body. 

After She Woke Up, She Made A Request To The Doctor. She Wanted To Be A Man. The Doctor Hesitated Before Agreeing, Putting Her Under Anesthesia. He Waited A Few Minutes Before Finally Getting To Work. He Wrapped Him Up And Successfully Did Both Top And Bottom Surgery. Doc Finished With Replacing The Bandage On His Head, Cleaning The Wound Before Putting Anything On There. 

After That, Doc Gave Rockwell Medicine To Help With The Pain. He Helped Rocky Walk And Get Used To Using The Bathroom. After That, Doc Gave Rockwell Some Clothes To Wear: A White Shirt With Ripped Sleeves, A Black Vest. A Belt To Go Over His Chest, Black Pants And Another Belt To Keep Them Up, Black Boots, Goggles With One Side Red And The Other Black And A Gas Mask. He Also Put His Hair Into A PonyTail.

Rockwell Put Everything On And Headed Outside, Ordered By Hank, To Fight The Clown. Rocky Took A Look At The Clown And…….Wait….That Lab Coat Looks So Familiar…..Was It..No It Couldn’t Be….HOFNARR?! But..He Looked Way Different Than Before.

Tricky: “WHO ARE YOU?! NEVERMIND THAT- CLOWN KILLS YOU!!”

Rockwell: “No Wait-!”

Tricky Whacked Rocky Pretty Hard In The Face, His Gas Mask Had To Be Removed. After Rockwell Removed His Goggles, Tricky Gasped And Dropped His Stop Sign..He Looked Like He Wanted To Cry.

Tricky: “Ro-Roxannie…?”

Rockwell, Holding His Jaw In Place: “It’th Rockwell Now, D-Dad.”

Tricky Immediately Hugged His Child, Healing His Jaw And Forming A Metal Plate Over The Injury. Rockwell Hugged Tricky Back, Both Squeezing The Shit Out Of Each Other. Tricky Kept His Son Close, Until They Heard Footsteps Approach From Behind Rockwell. It Was Jeb….Well...Christoff But He Didn’t Look That Different. 

Jebus: “Tricky, What Are You Doing?! He’s On Hank’s Side!” *He Took Out His Binary Sword, And Swung It Up*

Tricky Backed Away And Ran To Jeb, Trying To Stop Him.

Tricky: “JEB NO HURT HIM!! GUY IS-”

It Was Too Late. Jeb Swung And Cut Rockwell Almost In Half.

Tricky: “Roxannie-”

Jeb Looked Frightened. Oh God, What Had He Done? He Removed His Sword And Watched Rockwell’s Limp Body Fall To The Ground. The Savior Broke Out In Tears. He Just Murdered His Own Child, Or He Thought He Did. He Was Relieved When He Heard Rockwell. He Was Still Alive! How? That Didn’t Matter, He Was Just Happy His Son Was Alive Still.

Jeb Rushed Over To Rockwell And Healed Him, Summoning Bandages And Wrapping Him Up. He Was Still Crying From What He Had Done. Tricky Joined Them Both, Starting A Group Hug With All Of Them As They Reunited. Sanford, Deimos, Hank And 2B Rushed Out As Tricky Helped Rockwell Up And Jeb Healed Him Again.

Sanford: “Oh Cool, So I Guess We Can Call A Truce.”

Deimos And 2B Agreed, Hank Didn’t. Wimbleton Didn’t Like The Idea Of Living With His Enemies, Especially If They Act Nice And Turn On Them In The End. Hank Disagreed And Left To Blow Off Some Steam, It Was Gonna Take A Long While To Convince Him. Sanford And Deimos Ended Up Adopting Rockwell While Tricky And Jeb Readopted Him. Rockwell Now Lives With The Crew, With Having 4 Parents Who Support And Care About Him, 2B Who Takes Care Of His Wounds And Trans Stuff, And Hank...

[supercalvin]

HI I’ve been basically binge reading ur merthur ficlets on ao3 and just. all your fics actually and... first of all i love your writing i would die for you and your AUs. all of them. second of all I have a huge list of shitty AUs that i’d love to see written so it took me ten minutes to actually choose one but. “We’re both in the vegetable isle and I just burst into tears while staring at the cabbages” AU if you’re still doing the ficlets, could I request this prompt? tysm!!!

…crying in the grocery store is too relatable for me right now.

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When Merlin had moved to Camelot, into his Uncle Gaius’ flat which sat above the grocery shop, it had just been part time while he adjusted to the city. Then, when his Uncle had passed away, Merlin had taken over the shop full time. The shop wasn’t huge, but he stocked it full of food fresh from the farms just outside of Camelot and a lot of the old-fashioned herbal medicines that Gaius had always offered.

Being a small shop in a quaint neighborhood, Merlin got to know a lot of his customers.

Mrs. Lee always came in on Sunday mornings, picking up the ingredients for her special Sunday dinners. She would tell Merlin about the dishes and if her son was coming to visit that night.

Some kids usually stopped by after school, grabbing the ice lollies or sweets that Merlin stocked by the register.

Mr. Davies never brought a grocery list with him and just bought what he remembered needing. Merlin had reminded him on more than one occasion that he had bought milk only two days before, and unless he had chugged a whole gallon of milk yesterday, he probably didn’t need another.

So Merlin knew his regulars. Even if he didn’t know their name, he could easily pick out someone who had stopped by his shop before. So that was why it was easy to tell that the blond man standing in the fresh produce section was a newcomer. He had a bag in hand, as if he understood why he was there, but he hadn’t picked up anything. It was almost closing time, five minutes to eight, and the man had been staring at a head of cabbage for the last ten minutes.

Merlin wondered if he was drunk. Or high. He didn’t look the type. He was dressed in a nice but rumbled pair of trousers and his button down was rolled up to his sleeves.

Merlin hesitated by the register, idly sweeping the floor. After another minute, Merlin finally gave into his curiosity and what his mother called ‘a natural tendency to help others’ (although Uncle Gaius had called it ‘a natural tendency to get into trouble).

Merlin cleared his throat, “Can I help you find something?”

With a jump, the man looked up and Merlin was startled to find the man’s face was wet. He hadn’t expected that.

“Oh,” Merlin said, too flummoxed to say more.

“Sorry,” The man’s eyes were red, deep purple circles around his eyes. “I’m just… I was trying to get myself together before I continued shopping. I think I lost track of time again.” He looked around, as if releasing how late it was. “I’ll just…” He tilted his head to the door.

With a quick evaluation, Merlin determined that the man had been born and raised to carry on with a stiff upper lip. Merlin on the other hand, had been raised by a kind mother who soothed his tears and never told him to hold it in.

“Oh forget that,” Merlin reached out to guide the man away from the produce and towards the back of the shop where Merlin had set up a small table and chairs for people to drink the complimentary tea. “Here I’ll make a fresh pot. Just sit right there.”

The man looked like he was going to protest, but then deflated, as if too exhausted to argue.

By the time Merlin came back from the kitchen with the tea and biscuits, the man looked more put together already.

“Thanks,” He said, “You didn’t have to.”

Merlin rolled his eyes, “And left you over there by the cabbage? I don’t think so.” Merlin poured the tea and offered cream and sugar, which the man took. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Got sacked,” The man said, looking pitifully into his tea.

“I see,” Merlin took the seat across from the man. “Will you be alright? Financially, I mean.”

The man nodded. “That’s not it. I worked for my Dad.”

Merlin winced, “Sounds complicated.”

The man snorted, which Merlin considered to be a good thing. Humor, even dark humor, could make a situation brighter.

“I came out to him,” The man said, eyes nervously flickering over to the tiny Pride flag sitting next to register. “It didn’t go well.”

Merlin felt his stomach clench in sympathy.

“His loss,” Merlin said, feeling outrage on behalf of this stranger. “Sounds like a right bastard. Sorry. Probably not what you want to hear right now.”

The man’s lip turned up, a facsimile of a smile. “Not sure what I want to hear.”

“Well, that’s alright too.” Merlin said before holding out his hand. “Merlin, by the way. Bi. I own the shop.”

“Arthur,” The man took Merlin’s hand, “Gay. Recently disinherited and unemployed. Bit of a catch, eh?”

Merlin smiled, “Those things are not in your control. Besides,” Merlin said, picking up a biscuit and gesturing with it, “You’re in the right spot. Gwen next door hosts a queer meet-up every Tuesday and I bring over fresh baked bread and anything else from the shop that needs getting rid of. And if you’re in need of a job, my friend Lance works somewhere downtown. Fancy place, I don’t know. But he could help you.”

Arthur frowned at him, “But you don’t know anything about me.”

Merlin shrugged and nibbled on his biscuit, “So?”

Arthur’s eyes began to water again.

Merlin dropped the biscuit and quickly patted Arthur’s hand, which was clenched next to the teacup. “Hey, I know I’m weird, but I didn’t mean to upset you.”

No tears fell, although it looked like a close call. “I’m just… My sister told me when if I came out to my Dad that there would be a community for me. I just didn’t expect a random bi man to invite me over for tea and offer to help me find a job.”

Merlin continued to pat his hand, “Well, I suppose that makes me your queer guardian angel. Or maybe I should be your fairy godmother? That’s more in line with being gay, isn’t it?”

Arthur laughed. It was the first genuine smile Merlin had seen from him. It was something special, Merlin thought, to behold something so intimate. Arthur had been through so much that day, having come out and been disinherited in the span of only a few hours, and Merlin was the one to not only see that freedom from despondency, but be the cause of it too.

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Prompts + Ficlets

[valentinesdiaries]

Dancing with the devil  (Ethan x F!MC)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Casey Valentine) x Dr. Tobias Carrick 

Word count: 5,000+ 

Warning: Some adult language. Angst.

Premise: When Casey has a conversation with Ethan about their relationship, things don't end well. A date at the bar with Tobias Carrick can make things worse or warm things up. (This is after chapter 8 of Open Heart 2).

Author’s Note: This is my first Open Heart fanfic and English is not my native language. Sorry for any grammatical errors and let me know in the comments what you think.

Tags: @ohramsey​ - @schnitzelbutterfingers​ - @binny1985​ - @openheart12​

The air was starting to cool a little in Boston again. Casey Valentine ordered a hot chocolate at  Edenbrook’s cafeteria that morning, hoping to warm her body.

Her hands were more frozen than usual. As she walked down the halls, she found Ethan Ramsey, standing at the door to the diagnostic room, seeing something on his phone.

- Hey. -  She whispered as she opened the door, and Ethan, distracted, followed behind.

- I think you and I have a few things to discuss. -  said Casey, after she sat down at the table and took a sip of her drink.

- Yes, and I need to be direct - said Ramsey in a different tone. He was a little more irritated than usual, with his intense blue eyes trying to avoid contact with Casey. - I'm sorry about yesterday. I was in very mixed emotions because of the game and after the thing with my dad, you helped me ... I shouldn't have kissed you. It feels like I'm using you and trying to take advantage of you when I do not...

- When you're not ready to commit. I get it. I'm not a 17-year-old girl being deceived. But I really thought that this time Ethan, this time you would learn something, that you could see me more than that. More than a resident. More than a friend. 

Ethan sighed, pulling his hair back and finally looking into the doctor's captivating green eyes in front of him.

Before he said anything, Baz and June came into the room with the patient's chart and complained about the broken CT scan machine. He gave a heavy sigh and walked away from Valentine, who stared at the table, lost in thought.

 - So, Valentine, do a blood test before we can take the patient to a CT scan, okay? - Ramsey says, seeing her eyes get lost in the moment.

 - Yes Doctor Ramsey - Casey left the room with a chest so heavy that she felt like she was collapsing. How could he be such an idiot, such a insensible man? After everything she did for him? She wondered in the hall before bumping into Jackie Varna, who didn't look good and was holding a form from Pancea Lab.

- Hey, you look like crap -  Jackie said, playing with Casey's hair

- You too. Is that pharmaceutical bitch bothering you again?

- Not for so long. Do you want to drink later? My shift ends 9. I really need to drink.

- Sure, mine ends at 8, but I wait for you in Donahue's. I need to drink until I forget that men exist - Casey said

- Jesus, ask Reggie for some free shots. You need this. Jackie joked. Casey laughed and went into the patient's room to run the tests.

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The clock hit 8:35 when Casey was sitting at the Donahue's counter. She was wearing a little red dress that made her dark brown hair and green eyes brighter.

- Alone tonight, doctor? - Reggie said, putting two drops of bourbon on the rocks for Casey.

- Not for so long. My friend will come soon - She said and saw Reggie attending to other people.

- Is this place occupied? - A male voice asked and Casey recognized that voice. It was him. What was he doing here?

- No -  She answered and took a sip of her drink. - What makes you drive across town? Did you come to get more of my patients, Dr. Carrick?

Tobias Carrick smiles provocatively. His blue eyes were intense, but not as sweet as Ethan. His tanned skin made his smile look a little brighter than normal

- I was passing through the area and I want to visit the famous  Edenbrook  bar. Your shift is over and mine too. I thought I could buy you a drink, but I see you already drinking whiskey. Ethan's favorite.

- Sure, because Ramsey is the only person who can drink whiskey. If you want to become useful here, buy me a few shots of tequila and leave me alone.

She looks at Tobias with a flaming look, while he asks Reggie for the six shots with a smile on his face. She felt her purse vibrating. A message from Jackie.

"Sorry V.

My patient got worse. I need to stay here. See you at home later.

Jackie “

- Great -  She murmured to herself as she felt the tequila liquid running down her throat. - My friend just dumped me.

- I know I'm not your favorite person, but I'm really nice if you know me - Tobias talks while drinking one of the doses - Or at least drink with me.

- You are the devil - Casey said - Tell me, Carrick, why are you really here? It's not like you're going to get me drunk and talk about my team or Ethan's bullshit and your drama history. I'm out, I don't want to play that game.

- Is it the only thought he speaks or thinks right? Medicine? Patients? The hospital? - Carrick said - I know Ethan. This is his life, but it is exhausting for everyone who tries to be a part of it. Even if it's a friend or a girl, he puts his medical ethics, thoughts and desires above everything else.

- You think you’re different? - Casey asked.

- I know I am. I was different at college that time and I am now. See, this is my job, but this is not my life. I like to travel and sailing, play soccer with my mates and flirts with pretty girls. That's why Ethan is a better doctor than me, but I got the good parts - Carrick said, looking at her. She shivered down her spine, and shook her hair out of spot. 

- If you're going out with him, I'll stop, I don't want to make you uncomfortable.

- We have nothing. We are nothing. But that doesn't mean you can show your cute face and tell me that I'm pretty like something is going to happen. It is not. You, me, enemies, understand?

- Ah, so you think I'm cute? This is a good thing - She rolled her eyes listening - But yes, I understand, I am the Devil, Lucifer, Doctor Evil. Let's see how long the little angel doesn’t commit any sin - He said, looking across the bar - Your friends are here.

She saw Elijah Greene and Bryce Lahela in the beer garden, where they played on the pool table. Casey got up from the counter, took one last look at Carrick and crossed to the other side of the bar, where her friends were.

- If this guy is pissing you off, I can fix it -  Lahela said, seeing Casey approach.

- No, I got tequila for free, nothing more. She said while watching the boys playing pool. Tobias was watching her every move.

A song from The Weeknd was playing in the background. Valentine drank too much. The guys were sitting and talking about a stupid video game and her mind was on the movement that Tobias' eyes were making to meet hers. The way he smiled, as if he knew what would happen next.

Her mind was confused and she spoke to the boys that she were going to the bathroom. She paced back and forth, close to where Tobias was sitting. Their eyes met, he followed her red dress to the bathroom with his eyes, devouring it.

 He waited a little and followed her behind. Casey was looking at herself in the mirror. Her brown hair was a little messy and her lipstick was long gone.

Without warning, Carrick opened the door.

They said nothing. They keep looking at each other in that small place, with their bodies touching, until she made a move and pressed her lips against his with urgency and violence.

The kiss was different, but it was hot. It was intense. Tobias did not move away from her and explored her body under the dress with his hands.

Casey let out a small moan when he pressed a finger on her panties, feeling the wet fabric. - I could rip your panties off and fuck you right here in this dirty bathroom bar, Valentine.

Her mind woke up and realized what she is about to do. She broke the kiss, not fast or furious, but conscious. Tobias received the signal and stopped his hand, pulling it and trying to calm his excitement. Casey looks him in the eye very seriously.

 - It never happened.

She came out of the bathroom, waved to her friends and asked for an Uber to  go home.

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The next morning, Casey woke up with a hangover and regret. What happened to Carrick was hot

But it was Tobias, the Tobias, who stole her patient. The doctor who is Ethan's ex-friend / current enemy.

 She showered and went straight to the hospital. She should have been the first to arrive at the diagnostic team's office, but everyone was already there, including Ethan, and June was holding a bouquet of red roses.

It looks like someone has an admirer, how romantic -  said June Hirati ironic, looking at Ethan.

Oh shit.

He wrote a card.

"Valentine,

I hoped you enjoyed your dance with the devil last night.

You are a beautiful corrupted little angel.

T. "

Her mind was going crazy. Ethan read? Did June recognize Tobias' handwriting?

 - So who's the lucky one? - Baz joked, breaking the mood of the room. Ramsey stopped looking and started making coffee.

- A guy from my hometown. He knows I work here and is trying to get in touch again - She lied. Ethan laughed a little.

- Anyway, we lost valuable time, while Dr. Valentine keeps talking about her love life, which, like the last time I checked, will not help save the lives of patients. So, please, can we focus on work?

Ethan said, upset about everything. As Casey moved into the room, he pressed his hand on her arm.

- Ah, and Valentine, this is a workplace. I know you may be having trouble understanding this, but every guy who slept with you can't send a gift or any shit to my office. Am I clear?

She wanted to shout at him how ignorant and rude he was being with her.

- Clear as water, Dr. Ramsey. I know this is a workplace. After all, I learned from the most ethical doctor.

[snezfics-n-shit]

Whumptober Day 31: Halloween

Fandom: Ace Attorney 

Characters: [2001 Half] Gregory Edgeworth, Raymond Shields / [2021 Half] Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth, Trucy Wright

Notes: Two Halloweens, Two Defense Attorneys, Two Decades Apart. Last day so we’re going to town. Two whumps for the price of one! In the first half, you’ll find some Gregory content. For the second, you’ll see everyone’s favorite disbarred hobo dad. It really is Real DILF Hours this fine Halloween.

                                                   --October 31, 2001--

“Thank you again, Mrs. Wright. You kids have fun!” Gregory watched the group of trick-or-treaters go on their way. It felt almost like a dream to know his son was in that group, trick-or-treating with real friends. For past Halloweens, Gregory and Miles would stay in and read something together until deciding to watch It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown together before usually falling asleep on the couch. While he was more than proud of his son making friends, Gregory felt a little sad when his son told him he would be out. 

It was only when Gregory woke up the morning before with a persistent tickle in his throat that he was actually grateful to be the only one at home for the holiday, for at least a few hours. For a moment, he assumed it was simply the doing of Fall allergies, and perhaps some of it was, but the steadily rising feeling of malaise started to tip him off. By the time he was seeing his son off with his group of friends, he was more than ready to turn in for the night at 6:30PM.

Gregory closed the door slowly so he could triple check that the group was traveling safely. Despite having kept a close eye out on his surroundings, he failed to notice a familiar face approaching his home. He thought he could easily resign himself to some cold medicine and an early night until he heard the turning of a doorknob. 

“Miles? Is that you?” He called as far as his hoarse voice could reach.

“No, it’s me, Mr. Edgeworth!” Ray twirled a keychain around and bit into a chocolate bar. “You gave me your spare key, remember? When I helped you bring in that big bag of dog food? Or was it when you had shingles? I forget.”

“Neither.” Gregory shook his head. “I gave you the spare key that time you watched Miles when I had that date.”

“O-Oh, right. How did that go, by the way?”

“Not great. The movie was awful and she demanded a refund after it was over. I don’t think I’ll be going out with anyone on the PTA again.” Gregory coughed a few times in his elbow before noticing what Ray was eating. “Where did you get that?”

“From your candy bowl.” 

“Did you take just one like the sign said?”

Ray shrugged as he pulled about four more chocolate bars from his coat pockets. 

“You should really be handing out the candy to prevent this kind of miscommunication.”

“I’m coming down with a cold, so I think I’ll pass.” Gregory took Ray’s coat to hang on the coat rack, if only to prevent more candy smuggling. “I’m surprised you’re not trick-or-treating.”

“I wanted to spend time with you, Mr. Edgeworth. You said you’ll be staying inside alone this year.” Ray helped himself to the living room couch, pleased to greet the pomeranian lounging there. “Hey, Missile!” He made kissing faces at the pup. “I guess not too alone.”

“Don’t let him lick your face while you have chocolate all over.” Gregory called the dog over to him. “You can rinse your face in the bathroom, and could you bring me the cold medicine from the cabinet?”

“Of course, Mr. Edgeworth!”

“Thank you.” Gregory stole Ray’s spot on the couch and let Missile hop on his lap. Just sitting down was more rest than Gregory had let himself have all day. He looked up to watch Ray return from the bathroom, somehow having gotten his hands on a lollipop.

“How come you’re not using Coldkiller X?” Ray tossed the requested medicine into Gregory’s lap. “It’s been flying off the shelves since it came out; it’s a real hit.” 

“I prefer my usual NyQuil. I’d rather sleep through my colds.”

“You do look like you could use some sleep, Mr. Edgeworth.” Ray wiggled the lollipop stick around in his mouth. “Also, I think it’s really cool you put candy all around your house for Halloween.”

“What do you mean?” Gregory furrowed his brow. 

“These lollipops in your bathroom.” He pulled out the stick to reveal a purple teddy bear pop. “It kinda makes my mouth feel funny, though. I think I’m allergic to something in it.”

“Raymond, that’s--,” Gregory sighed and put his head in his hands, “medicated. It has an anesthetic in it.”

“Oh, huh.” Ray stared at the lollipop before offering it to Gregory. “Do you want it?”

“No, thank you.” Gregory found the offer to be both amusing and repulsive. “I think I’ll be fine just having some tea.” He ushered Missile to direct some affection towards Ray so he could stand up. “Do you want any?”

“Just water is fine.” Ray rubbed his tongue against his front teeth. “I don’t think anything else would taste good right now.”

“At least that means you won’t be stealing any more candy.” Gregory chuckled as he proceeded to start the stove under the kettle. “I also shouldn’t have to tell you that you shouldn’t be eating things from a medicine cabinet.” 

“Got it. ‘Don’t eat candy from the medicine cabinet.’” Ray read aloud from his notepad before eating the page he just wrote on. 

“I feel like I should be concerned that you needed to write that down.” To say nothing of Ray’s paper eating habit, which Gregory stopped questioning after six months into Ray working part-time at the firm. He wanted to say Ray had matured since he had hired him, but it was likely more familiarity with his antics than anything. “Do you want any ice in your water?” Gregory opened the refrigerator door and leaned forward, reaching for the pitcher of water.

“No, that’s fine.” Ray answered, not looking away from Missile, who was staring at him with wide eyes. “Who’s a good boy?”

“I’d like to think I am.” Gregory laughed before standing upright again. Having his head at any angle outside of a very specific range when he had a cold always gave him a head-rush. “AE’SSHHOOUH! Eh’KXNT...chooh” He stifled the second one so Ray wouldn’t say anything about trying to scare him. With it being Halloween, the potential for comments like that was abundant.

“Bless you, Mr. Edgeworth.” In truth, Ray was hardly paying enough attention to really say anything; he was too busy scratching behind Missile’s ears. “You’re such a cool dad, keeping this cutie.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been called ‘cool’ before, at least not sincerely.” Gregory tugged a tissue from the box on the kitchen counter and gently held it under his nose. 

“R-Really? Not even about all your Star Wars stuff?”

“That stuff is exactly--,” Gregory used the tissue to muffle some coughs, “exactly what made me not cool. I only had one friend in high school, and that was Miles’s mother.” He always felt some pain in his chest bringing her up, but he was too caught up in the memory to stop himself. “She was homeschooled before she transferred, so she didn’t really care if I was ‘cool’ or not.” He dropped the tissue into the trash bin before he opened a cupboard and grabbed two plain blue mugs. Cold water in a mug wasn’t a faux pas, was it?

“Are you feverish enough to finally tell me about her?” 

“This cold’s only just started, so no.” Gregory shut off the stove once he saw the steam leaving the kettle. As nice as it would be to have savored that, he didn’t want to keep Ray waiting for his water. “But I guess I can’t avoid talking about Marie forever.” He coated his own mug’s base with honey before topping it with a tea bag. He had no idea exactly what kind of tea it was; he only bought the types his son wrote on the grocery list in skillful handwriting absolutely not inherited from Gregory.

Naturally, when Gregory returned to the living room with both beverages, Ray had reclaimed the seat he had rightfully stolen.  He set Ray’s drink on the coffee table in front of the sofa before finding himself a new seat next to him.

“So, what was she like?” Ray took a long sip of his water, hoping to wash out the anesthetic. 

“Well, for starters, she was my best friend for over ten years.” Gregory moved the tea bag up and down by the string. “She transferred to my high school just after her parents separated. She moved with her dad all the way from the middle of nowhere, so we were both in the same ‘no friends’ boat.”

“Did you two realize the one you loved was right in front of you? Like in a movie?”

“Ah,” Gregory didn’t look up from his mug, “just one of us did. She didn’t feel the same way about me.”

“B-But you guys had a kid together! There had to be something there.” Ray’s jaw dropped when he saw Gregory shake his head. 

“I only realized I loved her after we, uh,” Gregory coughed awkwardly, “you know. I told her and that just ruined everything we had. The last time I saw her before she died was the day she dropped off Miles.”

“Oh, huh.” Ray felt himself tearing up. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not that much of a tearjerker, I promise. I have a son I couldn’t be more proud of. I wouldn’t trade him for the world, even if it meant having Marie in my life for a few extra years.”

“Wha?’ Ray wiped some tears from his eyes. “I’m not that sad. I just, uh, lost an eyelash. Let me find it so I can make a wish.” He grabbed a tissue from the box on the coffee table to pretend he was searching for that ‘eyelash.’

“Hey, it’s definitely not the time to waste those.” Gregory scolded in jest before taking his own tissue for actual use. “E’kXTT… chuh.” That particular stifle made his head pound.

“It’s Halloween, Mr. Edgeworth. It’s okay if you startle me.” Of course. Why did Gregory think he could get away so easily? “I don’t know how you can hold those in. It was pretty impressive when you did ten of those last month.”

“I wasd’t about to let you bake jokes for the rest of your shift.” Gregory blew his nose forcefully, displeased at the amount of time it took to really feel any benefit. 

“To think I just called you cool.” Ray teased. “I still think you’re cool, though. You made your son’s costume, didn’t you? Signal Red?”

“Indeed I did.” Gregory nodded. He figured his drink had cooled enough to chase down the cold medicine Ray retrieved earlier. “I stayed up all night making it.” He cleared his throat and made a face in reaction to the unfavorable taste of the medicated liquid. “Two nights, actually.”

“No wonder you’re sick. You work too hard and never sleep.” So was that why Ray seemed immune to colds? 

“Once this kicks in, I’ll be sleeping like the dead.” Gregory leaned back. “You can watch TV if you want. Take the remote or a VHS.”

“Woah, really?” Ray made himself at home in front of the VHS shelves with Missile following behind him. “You wanna help me pick out a movie, boy?”

“Just not any movies about a dog. Otherwise, he’ll bark at the screen.”

“Aw, that’s cute! Let’s watch Air Bud, then.”

Thank god for NyQuil.

                                                           -------------

                                                    --October 31, 2021--

      Phoenix was woken up by the sound of footsteps on the entryway’s tile floor accompanied by the excited listing of various candies. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes to take a look at the wall clock. 9:30PM. Miles and Trucy returned an hour late, but it sounded like they had a good time.

“Daddy! We got so much candy! Are you feeling better? Papa Miles said you should eat something healthy, but I won’t tell!” It was as if Trucy didn’t even need to stop to breathe while speaking. 

“Trucy, your father needs to rest.” Miles, who had at least stopped to leave his coat on the rack, needed to catch his breath. “Sorry to wake you, love. I hope you got some sleep since we left.”

“I slept great, yeah. Did you two have a good tibe?” Phoenix looked up at Miles with glassy eyes and a tired smile. 

“We had a wonderful time, but we missed you. It’s a shame you were too sick to come with us.” Miles glanced at the empty bowl and mug on the coffee table. “So you finally ate something?”

“Does that mean Daddy can have some of our candy now?” Trucy lifted her heavy pumpkin shaped basket. “He ate something healthy!”

“Not tonight, I don’t think. Why don’t you change into your pajamas and get ready for bed?” Miles pointed at his watch. “We already came home late.”

“Aw, okay.” Trucy pouted and dragged her feet walking to her bedroom.

Phoenix watched her leave and then frowned at Miles.

“What’s that look for?” 

“You’re doh fud.” Phoenix sniffled. 

“You were the one who wanted me to be more authoritative with her.” Miles was right; every time Trucy wanted something, she would go straight to him if she thought Phoenix would say no. Phoenix found it funny at first, but it got out of hand when Miles rented some ponies for Trucy’s previous birthday, ponies that needed to be cleaned up after. “It’s a school night.”

“I dod’t thigk she’d be up too late just shari’g a couple chocolates.” Phoenix reasoned. The couch made a squeak as he turned on his side.

“Do you think you could even taste them with you being that congested?” Miles peered into the tissue box on the coffee table, finding it empty. He wasn’t pleased to hear Phoenix blowing his nose into a tissue he had definitely used before. 

“Aa’SCHOOUuh! HT’TCHUUUh! Ah, dabbit.” Phoenix cursed at his effort to clear his nose being undone so quickly. “I guess I should just go to sleep.”

“That’s a good idea.” Miles kissed Phoenix’s warm cheek. “Are you coming to bed or staying on the couch for the night?”

“It’s probably a better idea to sleep here.” Phoenix blew his nose again in the crumpled tissue that left the skin it touched sore and red. “You have a trial this week, right? I don’t want you to get sick.” 

“I’ve already accepted that as inevitable.” Miles picked up the living room waste basket to dispose of the tissues that had accumulated on the couch while he was out. “Though I can’t blame you for staying here if you intend on sleeping under more used tissues.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve been out since about an hour after you and Trucy left for trick-or-treating.”

Miles winced as he pictured just how many times his boyfriend had reused tissues while he was gone. No wonder his nose was so red Miles could think of a few costumes it would enhance. 

“I’ll take another box from the hall closet for you. Do you want something to drink? I could heat up some apple cider so you can feel festive.”

“That would be great.” 

Miles gave Phoenix another light kiss before heading to the kitchen. He took mental notes of what counters would need cleaning in the morning, particularly where it was undeniable that Phoenix tried refilling his own tea but was too out of it to keep the mug steady. As much as Miles wanted to spend the rest of the night personalizing Phoenix’s cider, it was getting late and Phoenix had no objections to just heating a mug in the microwave. 

While the microwave was doing its job, Miles made a trip to the hall closet to deliver a fresh tissue box to Phoenix. 

“I hope this lasts until morning.” Miles tore off the cardboard covering the opening. “Maybe you could take something so you can sleep easier and use less of these?”

“Yes, please.” Phoenix coughed with his fist pressing against his mouth.

The microwave beeped just as Miles went to retrieve the mug. On his way back, he made a stop at the bathroom to pick up a pack of NyQuil capsules. He blew lightly over the steaming mug to cool it off a little before he brought the drink and medicine to his boyfriend. 

“Here you go, love. Let me know if it’s too hot or not hot enough.”

Phoenix popped out two capsules and washed them down with a large drink of cider. It burned his throat a little, making him tear up, but at least that part was done and over with. It was better than taking the medicine as a liquid, that was for sure.

“Thanks so much, hon. I can’t wait to get some sleep.”

“I’m looking forward to you getting some sleep as well.” Miles picked up the empty bowl and mug from the coffee table so there was only the mug of cider to worry about. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“G’night.”

Miles washed the dishes thoroughly but quickly enough for him to turn in at a reasonable time. He kept silent as he stopped to watch Phoenix finding a comfortable position to sleep in and stayed still for a while in case Phoenix needed anything. 

With a quiet yawn, Miles began his trip through the hall, only to stop suddenly with a hitch of his breath.

“Hh’sshhooh!” He sniffed. “Oh, of course.”

[weeklyfangirl]

Frat Boy Pt. 18

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 (1), part 7 (2), part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13 , part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17

NOT having to wait a year for another update?! WHO AM I?!?!! A new woman I tell you. Fortunately (or not) Frat Harry’s the same ‘ol Frat Harry. And this time you let him into your life a little more. But will he stay? Enjoy loves, lemme know what you think ;) 

“So turns out Mike’s bottle of tequila was $350 and John and I had already dank all of it. When Mike told us how much it was, we just had to be the full dicks. You start apologizing at block parties and you lose your edge. Stuff is borderline evaporative!” Father looked around at our unimpressed faces and his red face grew darker, exploding from wheezing laughter. “Oh, come on! It’s funny!!” His wheezing subsided with a toss of his eyebrows. He shrugged dramatically. “Good thing I appreciate my humor.” 

 Paul sat at the head of the table, the top two buttons undone on his blue business button-down. He made eye contact with me, both of our eyes widening. I’d given him a quick side-hug, one of those awkward lean-down-because-the-other-person-is-too-lazy-to-stand-up hug. It’d almost been a year, but it was the same customary greeting we’d developed. Their plates were already stacked in the sink, but my mom had readied plates of mash potatoes, string beans, and steak for Harry and I. 

 They were sprawled out, tummies full, all of them looking like they’d had long days at the office. Father especially. His face was reddened like the whites of his eyes, his hair standing on end. 

 I poked at my steak. 

 “You missed it, Y/N. He’s already five glasses in,” Paul continued. Teasing father was the one thing we could connect on - but he enjoyed it a little more than I. 

 Mom leant over the table, rolling her eyes. “At least. This is his ‘not drinking during the week,’” There was a smile, though.

 Dad held up his hands. “Hey! I haven’t had one sip of tequila. Wine is like water now.” He turned to Harry, as if his frat boy radar sensed a fellow drinker in his midst. “You have that problem…?” He fished for a name. 

 Harry’s shoulders straightened. “Harry.”

 “Harry?” he asked. 

 Before Harry could answer, Paul’s eyes narrowed. “You look familiar.” 

 It was like somebody sprinkled coked-out fairy dust over Mother. She sat up straighter, eyes twinkling, and sprawled her hands on the table as if to reveal the grand hurrah that Harry was the heir to all the land. Which, in modern day Newport, perhaps he was. I tried to come up with something to rescue Harry, but she beat me to it. 

 “His dad’s a doctor here. Coast Shores Medicine. Mr. Styles runs his own practice.” 

 “He can speak for himself,” I grumbled, stuffing my mouth with mash. 

 My mom stirred, voice low, “Honey, I was just letting them know.” 

 My dad’s eyes bulged out of his head before erupting into laughter. “You- you’re-” He pointed his finger, looking between Harry and me. He laughed more. 

 “Dad,” I warned. It’d clicked in his mind. At the end of summer, before I’d even known the Styles legacy let alone seen Harry’s face, we’d walked past the Styles medical office and my dad absolutely BLASTED their ostentatious display. My dad’s boisterous - Can you believe this idiot??! MORON! DIPSHIT! - blared in my mind like a flare gun. 

 Father caught my daggers. “Oh, relax,” he wheezed, settling down. He wouldn’t say anything, for now. “I transferred more money into your account today by the way.” He winked, pointing to me. “I love you.”

 “Love you too.” But I shrunk in my chair. I know Harry wasn’t one to talk about living off family money, but I didn’t want him getting the wrong idea either.

 Completely oblivious, Harry smiled politely, answering Father’s previous question. “We all have our vices.” 

 “Speaking of addicts-” Paul started.

 “Oh, God,” Dad huffed.

 Paul put his hands up with a humorless laugh. “I wasn’t targeting you, but now that you mention it-” 

 “Paul.” I frowned. 

 My warning tone flipped a switch in him. 

 “What?!” It was sharp, full of irritation, and no matter how long it'd been since I’d heard it - I stilled. His eyes challenged me to press him further, but I didn’t. “Can I speak?” 

 “All right,” mom said. “Let’s settle down.”

 “I’m calm,” Paul declared tersely. “I don’t know about your daughter.” 

 I scoffed, fighting the urge to bite back. 

 Harry tensed, and if I was an inch further I wouldn’t have heard his breath get a little deeper. 

 Without breaking his stare, Paul sat back in his chair, pushing up his sleeves. “Okay,” he started. “As I was saying. I don’t know if you guys saw on the news - probably not, but there was a scandal at the company last week.” 

 The company – AKA Rich Silvang Industries. Paul went straight from college and his internship to full-fledged Wall Street investment banking. He was only three years older than me, but he hadn’t lived at the house since he was eighteen. By 17 ½ all his things were in boxes. Meanwhile, I was almost twenty-one and still had half my things in my old room.  

 Mom practically gasped. “Really?” her voice swam with concern. 

 “I think I saw something about that,” Dad mentioned, putting on a serious tone. 

 “Maybe you did hear about it, then. It’s pretty big. The president was caught in his Vegas penthouse suite filled with drugs, and they arrested him for drug trafficking. They’re searching for someone to replace him right now.” 

 My mom’s hands dropped in her lap. “Wow.”

 “Could you be the replacement?” I asked.

 “Ha, yeah. I wish. I’m a few years off from that.” One thing you need to know about Paul - he has a plan for everything. If he wants something, he’ll buy every book to learn the ins and outs before making a move. His career was no different. 

 “What’d they find?” Harry asked, brows stitched in curiosity. 

 Paul puffed out a breath. “Everything. Heroine, cocaine, meth, ecstasy. It was just sitting there, in his suite. His girlfriend’s arrested, too.”

 “God, what a dipshit,” Dad breathed, irritated disbelief. “This guy has all the money in the world-”

 “Three thousand million dollars,” Paul corrected. 

 “Three tHOUSAND MILLION-!” Father squeaked. “God, if I had that money- GOD, why the hell would you piss it away like that.” 

 “Greed,” Mom said. “Is this the same president who donated all that money to helping foster children? The one invited you for a weekend in Aspen?” 

 “There’s only one president, mom.” 

 “Well I hope you didn’t USE anything.”

 Father ran his hands through his hair, still distraught at the impotence of those with money to enjoy their money. “I mean, I’d be fishing on an island somewhere.” 

 “On YOUR island that you BOUGHT,” Paul pitched in. 

 “With three thousand million,” I breathed. “If someone has everything in the world…” my voice trailed. Human nature was a mystery to me. A complete and utter mystery sometimes. Why get involved in drug trading when you had more than you could possibly need. You could fish off your personal island and then declare that island it’s own country if you wanted to. You could give hundreds of thousands of people access to clean water! Education! Tampons!! Essential things!!!

 Harry suddenly rested his hand on my thigh beneath the table, completely silent. My mom caught the action, a knowing smirk appearing on her lips. 

 “Money is wasted,” Father sighed dramatically, placing a hand on his belly. “Oh!! Speaking of, I have an important question for you.” 

 It took me a second to realize he was looking at me. “Yeah?” I asked, skeptical.

 “Can you grab me another bottle of red?” 

 ----

 The hot water ran over dishes clattering in the sink, and I winced, but I didn’t pull away. I could still feel the crusted blood beneath my nails.

 “Quick, somebody grab a camera.” 

 Father stood in the entranceway to the kitchen, hands up, mouth open in a ridiculous pressed circle like an orangutan. “Y/N’s doing the dishes!!” 

 “Haha. Very funny.” 

 Father sighed, running his hands over his face with a tired smile. “God that was a tiresome dinner, huh.” He tossed the empty wine bottle from hand to hand. 

 My eyes widened. “Yeahhhh.” 

 Harry, Paul, and Mother were still by the table, talking on some new financial law. I timed an escape perfectly. So had Father. 

 “Are you staying the night?”

 “Hm.” I hadn’t thought about that. “Maybe.” 

 “Is he spending the night?” 

 I smiled, not sure what he was going to say to a boy spending the night. The situation certainly hadn’t come up before. “I don’t think so.” 

 “I mean, I don’t care. You’re an adult, you can do what you want. Mom might not like the idea.” 

 In any other case, I’d agree. But this was the Styles boy. I think she’d make an exception. As if knowing where my mind was heading, his blue eyes suddenly twinkled with something mischievous. He finished his thought out loud. “Styles, huh... Isn’t that funny. Where’d you meet this kid?” 

 “English class. Small world, huh?” 

 “For how small it is we don’t see Paul too much, do we?” he asked. It was a more serious question than I was used to. One that didn’t need to be answered. 

 My hand suddenly came too close to the metal faucet, burning it, and I quickly turned it off, moving the dishes to the drying rack. An old Patsy Cline song crackled through the old radio in the kitchen. 

 “I don’t see too much of-” you either. But the words died on my lips when I saw Father’s notoriously clear eyes, wet with springing tears. I stood, shocked, not quite knowing what to say. I couldn’t be mad at him. Not for money, not for drinking. Maybe it was the wine getting him emotional. 

 He gave me one of those dad smiles, patting my shoulder. He hugged me, a proper hug, and I stood, stiff, before relaxing, letting myself be held. I hugged him back, feeling like I was six and he’d just told me he was going away for business. “Let’s go to the shake shack soon,” he said, softly, the slight jokey tone trying to reappear. “S’been a while.” 

 Guilt pricked me. Guilt for growing up, guilt for leaving, guilt for something I couldn’t name. “Course, papa.”

 Over his shoulder, I met Harry’s gaze from the kitchen table.

 Later at the door, we stood telling Paul goodbye. 

 Harry stood behind me in a protective stance while Paul adjusted his briefcase. “So what are your plans for the rest of the year? Are you going to add that extra class next semester, finish early?” he asked, the business-technical tone coming back in his voice. 

 “I’m going to finish my internship at the practice.” 

 “Good. Good. Then what?” Only half-joking.

 “I don’t know, I have another year to figure it out. Go to med school, probably.” 

 “Probably?!” He knocked on the door as he started to leave. “Time flies! Better figure it out, Y/N.”

 I smiled, the only thing I could do.

 “At least you’re going into something employable!” he called. The car beeped behind him, and he loaded his briefcase in the car.

 I smiled tighter.

 “She’ll be fine, Paul,” Mother waved behind me.

 He waved back. 

 “Wait!” Mom called. “You’re not going to give us a hug goodbye?” 

 He jogged back up the side-yard to the door, giving them hugs. Harry a handshake. Me, a side-hug. 

 “Will we see you soon?” I asked.

 “Why?” 

 “Thanksgiving.” 

 His brows rose. “Mom didn’t tell you?” 

 I shook my head.

 “This was our Thanksgiving. I leave for Japan next Wednesday.”

 “What?” I knew for a fact Thanksgiving was two weeks out. 

 “Honey..” she scolded. To Paul, “I told her we were going to do it early, she just doesn’t listen.” 

 “I’ll be back after Japan.” He exchanged a look with my father I couldn’t quite decipher. 

 Some vague memory of Mother telling me about an early Thanksgiving was there, buried beneath sororities, and gangs, and policemen questioning me. And beneath a thick layer of pig’s blood. 

 “Sorry, I forgot.”  

 But he was already in his car, closing the door behind him. 

 We stayed until the headlights disappeared, a sharp wind bellowing in and shaking the curtains. Harry didn’t stay to watch Paul leave. When my parents left for their room, I found him by the painted green wood table, picking at the edge.

 “This is from my fourth birthday.” I pointed to a dark circle on the edge of the table. “I ate my cake so fast, the candles knocked over and almost put the whole house in flames.” 

 “You didn’t blow them out?” 

 “There was cake. I didn’t see the candles.” 

 He smiled. “You’ve lived here a long time?” 

 “Since I was born.” 

 “Not bad.” 

 I led him wordlessly through my past, going through the 70s living room over plush stained carpet, down the hallway past family photos. It was a wordless tour. He stopped in front of a gold frame. It was all of us, on the beach in white. Paul and I had our arms around each other, laughing with gaps where our baby teeth had fallen out and the new ones had yet to come in. Our parents stood behind us, trying to wrestle us in their own arms, wind-whipped hair covering half my mother’s face. Taken seconds before we all fell over and Paul kneed me in the jewels, Father liked to say. 

 Harry caught himself staring, easily catching up with me in the short distance to my room. 

 “The grand reveal,” he murmured. 

 I was suddenly nervous. He followed close behind, entering a space of Frank Sinatra and Elvis posters. My old white wire bed frame stood in the middle of the small space, Winnie the Pooh sheets and mismatched purple pillows on top. The rest was taken up by a large pink bean bag that touched the foot of my bed and the mirrored closet with a European travel collage I’d taped together in its bottom-right corner when I was sixteen.  

 He looked up at the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to my ceiling, oddly reminiscent of his sister’s old nursery room. “It’s cute,” he finally said. And somehow when he said it, it didn’t sound condescending. 

 He approached the near-empty bookshelf against the wall, now holding my mom’s arts and crafts and random junk bins. Ever since I moved out, more of her had moved in. She still left the walls untouched, though. Harry plucked at a photo booth strip I’d taped to the walls when I was thirteen. The summer after middle school. Matt and I were smiling, tongues out, sticking up our noses, pretending to strangle each other… 

 He tried to tape it back, but the tape had lost its stick.

 “It’s fine,” I said, taking the photo back. I propped it up against the bins. 

 “Do you have most of your books at the dorm? 

 “Yeah. The rest we sold a while back.” 

 “Spring cleaning?” 

 “Kind of??” I wrestled with whether to tell him the slightly more complicated truth. I’d hesitated too long though, and just came out with it. “Actually no, not really.” 

 He raised his brow, looking at my lips, waiting for me to digress. For some reason, I didn’t care if he knew. Maybe because I knew he had secrets, too. Even if he wouldn’t tell.

 “When we were younger… about four years ago now? It was a really rough time, financially.” 

 Harry didn’t say anything, didn’t move. I continued, “We had to get rid of a lot of things to afford the lease.”

 “You guys have been leasing this same house?” 

 I nodded. “It’s a lease-to-buy option. So maybe, one day…” I let my voice trail off. Maybe we’d own it. A potential dream, pretty impossible on paper. “It’s an old lady who owns this house, really sweet. She rents the house to us for a lot less than she could. I think it’s because she doesn’t want somebody else to buy it and tear it down, and she liked our family, too. She grew up here.”  

 He dusted the spine of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. “That’s one of the few I kept. Cliché, I know, but…” -I shrugged- “Who doesn’t love Mr. Darcy, right?”

 He turned, a softness in his eyes. 

 “We had to sell a lot in the house to make the payment on-time. She’s sweet and has the final say-so, but her family essentially runs her finances. They’re not so sweet.” 

 “You had to sell your books?” 

 “They were nice. Rare. My Grandpa picked them up for me in antique bookshops he’d visit when he’d travel. People sell a lot more than that to make it… like their bodies, their souuulllll.” 

 “Y/N,” he scoffed. 

 “What?” I sat at the foot of my bed, watching a once-again awkward Harry not quite what to do with his body. “It’s better now! A lot better than what it was. We still live here,” I shrug. 

 “Why don’t you live somewhere else?” 

 He didn’t say what he was thinking. Some place we could afford. 

 “My dad needs to live by the water. It’s his lifeline.” I paused. “That, and wine. If he works this hard and dies tomorrow, he wants to at least enjoy it.” 

 “Your brother…-” 

 “Wasn’t always an ass.” I smiled. 

 “I wasn’t going to say that.” 

 “I know.” I lay down, closing my eyes. I sensed him move towards my feet. “I don’t think he’s ever forgiven my dad,” I admitted. I didn’t say what for, but as soon as the words were out of my mouth, the words I’d wondered about for years, I regretted it. That was too personal to share, even to Harry. With the tact of someone who learned not to speak about his past, he noticed. He didn’t bat an eye, didn’t press, just silently accepted. He moved his hands along the only other Austen cover I had. Sense and Sensibility.

 “You know…” he started, voice delicate as silk. “Austen’s dad went to a publisher on her behalf without even telling her.”

 “Really?” 

 He nodded. “He got declined, but- still. He did everything he could to help her succeed with her work, with her dreams.” 

 “Where are you going with this Shakespeare.” 

 “I can see that in your dad. He really loves you.” 

 I propped myself up on my elbows. “You know, for a boy who’s supposedly failing his classes, you’re pretty smart.”

 “Y/N,” he laughed lightly, settling in a strong gaze. “I was never failing.”

 The room stilled. “What do you mean?” 

 “You know what I mean.” He gently nudged my legs over, settling in beside me. I turned on my side, the Austen book cradled in the nicest hands I’d ever seen. “I didn’t know how else to get you alone,” he admitted, a quiet confession. 

 “Josiah de Saude didn’t know how to talk to a girl.” 

 “Oh, come off it,” he laughed, my favorite shiny laugh. And suddenly I was grinning, too. “I used to know what to say.” His eyes ran over my face, lingering on my mouth. “But then you came along, Y/N,” he admitted. His smile faded.

 With a strong gust of wind, the brush outside thwacked against my window. I jumped. It was always eerie, no matter how old I got. Inside, we had blankets, childhood memorabilia plastered to my walls, the steady thrum of a heater that’d just come out of summer hibernation. The outside wasn’t as calm as it was here. Here, in this mix of childhood and whatever it was that made my heart beat wild, we were safe. If only for a little while.

 I almost forgot Harry was next to me before the back of his hand brushed my leg. His fingers stroked my thigh, the skin beneath him tingling. A simple touch was all it took, and suddenly each cell of my body was on high alert, informing me, fairly quickly, that he didn’t let his hands wander. Did he want them to? 

 “They’re coming after me now,” I said, when it was clear he wasn’t trying anything. His eyes were closed, but his nostrils flared when I spoke. The hickey he’d given me was still there, carefully hidden by pounds of coverup. My fingers memorized its spot. It seemed to burn anew, reminding me of its place as its giver’s face shadowed.

 It needed to be said.

 Maybe my paranoia wasn’t just paranoia. Maybe it was my sixth sense. A warning. Maybe they really had been watching me. Maybe they’d memorized his mark, too. I remembered Harry shouting at me before disappearing on the field. If they fuck with you, they fuck with me. Was I just a walking target? 

 “They won’t get to you.” 

 “They could’ve.”

 “They aren’t dumb enough to do something like that,” he glowered.

 “Something like what?” 

 Words stalled at the curve of his lips. 

 “Something like what,” I repeated, slightly panicking. What had these people done before? Wouldn’t be dumb enough to rape me? Kill me? Hadn’t they come close enough?? His chest rose with a deep breath. “Tonight wasn’t a mistake,” I whispered.

 “You’re right, it wasn’t.” 

 “Well then what do they want? Because if it’s money they’re barking up the wrong tree.” I propped myself on an elbow, silently begging him to open his eyes. He did, hand running gently up my spine. “Do you even know?” I asked, suddenly horrified that he might be as in the dark as me.

 He swallowed, hooded eyes darkening. 

 “They want what I have,” he said. “And they’ll threaten me in any way they can until they get it. They’ll fish out any weakness. And then they’ll exploit it.” His voice softened at weakness. 

 Money, then. They wanted money. Unless… unless his weakness was me? I shook the thought away.

 “Why can’t you tell the police? Why can’t you just… tell them what’s going on?” I was becoming the girl I hated in movies. The girl that as soon as something horrific happened, she made an awful decision to try and solve it herself instead of CALLING THE DAMN COPS. Which is what I yelled at the screen, every time. CALL THE DAMN COPS. Which is what my brain was yelling at me, every day. CALL THE DAMN COPS. Neither of us listened. 

 “It’s more complicated than that,” he brushed off. 

 “Does this have to do with your ‘association’ with them?” 

 His voice turned sharp.  “That’s enough with the questions.” A horrific tremble rippled up my spine. The tone, so harsh and authoritative, just like my brother’s, made my skin crawl. He looked at me, sighing. “Please, just trust me on this. The less you know the better.” 

 “It’s a little hard to trust you when you’re the reason I’m a target.” 

 My words lingered for a horrible moment. A long, drawn-out silence. I could practically feel them dissolve into Harry’s skin before he sat up, leaping to his feet.

 I panicked. “I mean, it’s just hard to trust anyone when there’s so much that could happen. Things I don’t even know that could happen to me. Or even my family.” He scratched his collar, looking at our reflection in the mirror. My body scrambled upright, tearing itself from the blankets. “I don’t know what these guys are capable of. If you could just tell me, maybe-”

 “I should go.” 

 “No, Harry- wait!” 

 He stalled at the door. I met him there, tugging at his sweater sleeve. He’d looked so lovely in my room, in a different part of my life he’d only just entered. And now to see him leave my safe place so suddenly hurt me deeper than I thought it would. He turned, begrudgingly. The green ivy of his eyes had cooled, hardened, becoming impenetrable. 

 “Don’t leave. Please. You can’t keep coming and leaving, it’s more than confusing, it’s… it’s completely maddening!” 

 He leaned his head back against the door, practically groaning, but pinched the bridge of his nose instead. He took several levelled breaths. Finally, “You think I want this?” 

 I stilled. “Want what?”

 The horrifying possibility that “this” referenced us, petrified me. But the insecurity that he didn’t want me vanished when he looked traitorously at my waist, strong hands following suit. They gripped my sides, tugging me lightly forward. Suddenly I was drunk off the thought of them pushing me further, enough to make me dizzy... but they didn’t push. Strong hands kept me a safe distance apart, at any second looking like they could pull me into him or push me away. 

 “I want so many things, Y/N,” he breathed. “But all of them seem to do with you. And I don’t-” He seemed frustrated with himself as his brows stitched, trying to find the words. “I don’t know how to handle this. Everything’s so entangled.” 

 A knock at my door made us both jump. It creaked open, Mother poking her head in with a wide smile.

 “I heard it was a good game tonight,” she half-whispered. 

 Harry cocked a smile, and his hands fell from waist. “Yeah, it was.” Guarded eyes look to me. “Y/N went with my sister.” 

 So he had seen. I couldn't tell if there was irritation lacing his voice, but there certainly wasn’t joy. Entangled…. 

 “Oh, that’s fun. We’ll have to go watch you sometime huh honey?”

 I nodded slowly, eyes wide, silently asking what in the HECK are you doing in here?? 

 She drummed her fingers along the door. “Are you staying the night? You’re more than welcome to sleep on the couch. I know it doesn’t look that big, but it’s actually quite comfortable with all the blankets...”

 “You’re so sweet, really,” he started. And Mother believed it. I believed it. His entire look softened. “But I can’t, unfortunately. I have an early practice tomorrow. And I have to get gas on my way home.”

 My heart sank. The car. He needed to move my car.

 “Oh, really?” Mother opened the door wider. “It’s getting late, though. It started raining…” 

 “I’m used to a little rain,” he said, slipping past my mother. I remained behind her, arms crossed. “Thank you for having me. It was a lovely dinner.” He looked to me, betrayed and abandoned, something sad and regretful brimming in his eyes. He lifted a finger to his brow in salute, then turned on his heel, heading down the hall. 

 “Bye Harry!” She called. Then, to me, “Don’t you want to walk him out?” 

 I shook my head, fighting back a slew of angry words as I sulked to my window. I opened it, wide, letting the first sprinkles of rain hit my face. 

 “Oh honey, shut that, you’ll get the sill all wet.” 

 “I just want to feel it for a little while,” I said. 

 “You’ll catch cold!”

 “Mom, please.”

 She flinched. “Okay. Just a little, though. Want me to close your door?” 

 I nodded, a gust of wind blowing and almost slamming it shut itself. 

 “A storm’s coming, Y/N,” she shivered. “Don’t stand there too long.”  

 I wasn’t sure when she left my doorway, but I knew when he left the driveway. An engine roared to life and the rain surged with a frenzy. I listened as the grumbling faded away, down the street and off to somewhere unknown - but not out of my life. That part wasn’t in my control, but there were things that were. I couldn’t stand around and wait for him anymore. Mother was right.

 I closed the window, walking to the foot of my bed. Alone, a soppy looking girl stared back at me from the mirror. She sat on a familiar bed, wet hair plastering her face, droplets hanging from her nose, from her lashes. She looked only partly relaxed, the rest of her poised, tensed, like she could either jump or sleep in any given second. She looked exhausted.  

 But there was something alive, still. Just beyond her eyes, a little ember catching spark.

 I wasn’t going to stand around. The window had already opened. The rain had hit the fan and it’d soaked me through. Nothing was going to change unless I did. Unless I moved.

 Waiting for a boy to verify my safety?

 Yeah, no thanks. If Madame Bovary taught me anything,

 I’d get that myself.

part 19

[ahatintimestorybook]

AHIT Twin AU- Magic Overboard

So I got this chapter done last night, but sadly my internet was out all day yesterday and just came back on today! Once I saw it was back up I quickly got out of bed and here I am posting the new chapter now!!

I also got started with the next two chapters, and both aren't angst and just sweet wholesome fluff. Not sure when I'll jump into angst again, but it may be after those two fanfics.

Enjoy!!!

@winterpower98

It’s been three days since the bullying incident and things had happened over the course of those three days. For one, Angela and Richard decided to let MJ stay home the next few days to relax as the incident left him numb to go back to school. MJ still had his black eye, but the bruises on his arms started to fade. The good news out of it was MJ was able to take care of Luka and soon his little brother started to feel better and was back to his spirited self.

It was now Saturday, and MJ and Luka we’re home alone as their parents were at work. The twins were watching TV, and the cartoons that played every Saturday morning finished. The twins decided to go on another cartoon channel and watch whatever was on, but sadly there was nothing.

Luka groaned and collapsed on MJ’s leg. “MJ, can we go to the park?” He asked. “I’m bored”

MJ looked down at his little brother and gave a soft chuckle. “Are you sure? You just got better.” MJ reminded him.

“Yeah! I want to go! I’m better now!” Luka yelled. “Please?” He begged.

MJ chuckled knowing Luka will keep begging. “Alright. Alright. We can go.” He surrendered. Luka cheered, removing the blanket from his body. He’s been at home for days and finally can head outside! “First we need to check your temperature.” MJ said, taking Luka’s hand to take him to the bathroom.

Luka frowned knowing it wasn’t going to be that easy. “Do I have too?” Luka asked.

MJ nodded. “Yep. Wouldn’t want you to get even worse.” MJ replied. Luka frowned and sighed. He hoped his temperature was a decent one, decent enough to let him go out for the day with his brother.

MJ went to the medicine cabinet and pulled out the thermometer, “open.” He commanded. Luka opened his mouth as MJ put the thermometer in. They waited for a minute and once it passed MJ removed it from his brother’s mouth.

“What does it say?” Luka asked.

“Well,” MJ started. “You're only at 98.8.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means we can go out, but just for a walk. I don’t want you to get worse if you're running around.” MJ explained.

Luka smiled. “That’s better than nothing!” Luka replied. Luka ran to his room to get dressed into some clean clothes. He then came out wearing a purple plaid button up shirt, black shorts, and purple and black sneakers.

MJ chuckled. “Wow that was fast!” MJ said amused.

“Yep!” Luka replied.

“Alright we’ll leave in a minute let me pick up the house keys and write a note in case mom and dad come back before they do.” MJ explained. Luka nodded and waited for his older brother to do what he needed to do before they left.

MJ picked up the house keys that hung by the refrigerator on a lanyard and put it around his neck. He then wrote the letter on a piece of paper and hung it on the fridge. Once that was done he grabbed his red and blue sneakers and he and Luka went out the door.

Subcon Park was a pretty big park, like most parks it had a playground, a lake  and walking trails. There were also food stands where you can get ice cream or a snack, and  it held many events such as their Summer Solstice Subcon Festival. However, Subcon Park was different from other parks; Subcon Park had a deep dark spooky forest called Subcon Forest.

Subcon Forest is a living nightmare to everyone in Subcon, but a world of discovery to MJ and Luka. It's a forest stuck in an eternal night, noises are heard, but no one goes to discover what made that noise. There are many legends of the Subcon Forest, one of them about two brothers once battled here to claim ownership of Subcon, but both died in their duel and their ghosts still haunt this place today. There was even a legend that  the ghost belonging to one of the prince’s stole young children that wandered into the forest and put their souls in dolls.

However, those were just stories to tell kids not to wander far into Subcon Forest. MJ and Luka have been in the forest over a million times and came back unharmed. The twins use this as their hiding place and it was their way to explore and have fun with their magic without getting caught. Basically they called this forest their P.E class for Magic.

MJ and Luka’s house weren’t far from the park, and soon they were there. Since it was Saturday the park was full of people going for a jog, out with their pets, bringing their kids to the playground, the usual you see at any local park. However, like MJ said Luka and him were just getting some fresh air and a walk.

Luka breathed in the fresh air and sighed in relief. “I miss the outdoor air!” He sighed.

MJ chuckled and ruffled Luka’s hair. “You were only sick for three days, not three months.” He laughed. Luka laughed and tried to push MJ’s hand away, but the older brother grabbed his little brother ruffling his hair and messing it up.

“MJ! MJ stop!” Luka laughed.

“What? You want me to stop?” MJ asked. “I thought you liked having your hair ruffled, Lulu!” MJ continued to mess Luka’s hair before both brothers lost their balance and fell on the grass laughing. Luka laughed hard and started to cough again, but tried to look like he was okay.

“I’m fine.” Luka paused to cough again. “I’m fine.” Luka gave out a few more coughs before breathing heavily. MJ frowned feeling bad knowing his brother was just healing from his sickness. The older twin went to rub Luka’s back hoping that it would relax him.

“Easy there Luka. Easy.” MJ soothed. Luka took a few deep breaths and started to feel better. “Feeling better?” Luka nodded. MJ sighed and pulled his little brother close for a hug. Once Luka felt calm, MJ took him to buy some water so he could drink something to clear his throat. The brothers then sat on the bench of Luka chugh the bottle of water down.

“Thank you.” Luka sighed.

“Anything for my little bro.” MJ replied. Luka smiled and leaned on MJ’s shoulder. MJ pulled Luka close, making his younger brother smile. Once Luka felt better he and MJ took a walk around the park and it made me the younger twin feel better.

They were about to head home and stop somewhere to pick up some lunch, but were being followed by three familiar faces. Luka turned and grabbed MJ’s hand and quickly ran. “L-Luka! What’s going on!” MJ yelled.

“Don’t look back, MJ! Just trust me!” Luka yelled. Even though he was told not too, MJ turned and gasped seeing that the Lazy Paw Trio was right on their tail. “MJ what did I say!” Luka shouted back.

“Sorry!” MJ apologized. “Hurry!” Luka picked up the pace and ran as fast as his legs could take him and his brother. Then Luka started to cough again due to all that running and fell to his knees as he coughed some more.

“M-MJ.” Luka coughed. “K-keep running!” Luka coughed.

MJ shook his head. “N-no! Not without you!” He shouted. Just as he tried to lift Luka up, Blake came by and tackled MJ to the ground.

“MJ!” Luka yelled.

MJ skidded to the ground and looked up in fear to see it was Blake holding him down. MJ struggled to get out of Blake’s grasp but the bully held him down tight. “Miss us, MJ?” Blake asked.

MJ glared. “Peck no!” He shouted. Blake then replied by giving MJ a slap on the face.

“MJ!” Luka shouted. He tried to get to his older brother, but Luka was held down by Robin. Luka struggled to release himself from the young girl’s grasp, but the girl was able to tighten her grip on the younger twin.

Scott chuckled and made his way to the twins. “Well, well, well. You thought you two thought you saw the last of us?” He asked. Luka and MJ glared at their bullies they thought they would have been grounded with what they did to MJ days ago. “Well you're wrong! We still have places around Subcon and whenever you two are alone like you are now we can strike.” He explained walking towards MJ.

MJ glared at the bully he’d attack if he could, but sadly Blake held on to his arms tight. MJ looked over to Luka and saw small embers of a purple flame coming out. MJ shook his head slowly at his little brother signaling him not too.

“So guys who should we beat up first?” Scott asked. “Shall we beat Mikey up again,” he then turned to Luka, which made MJ’s heart drop. “Or shall we go towards his little brother?” He smirked, giving an evil smile.

“You touch him your dead!” MJ snapped. Scott glanced at Blake, who then punched the young boy in the stomach making MJ whince and held it in pain.

Luka gulped and looked up at Scott and Robin who smiled evilly at the younger twin. “Looks like Mikey gave us an answer.” Scott snickered. Luka started to hyperventilate as Scott cracked his knuckles ready to punch the younger twin. “Blake keep a hold of MJ, he’d love to watch this.”

Blake lifted MJ forcefully and held his arm back. MJ looked up to see Robin did the same to Luka. The younger twin started to cry and struggled to get out of the female bully’s grasp, but she held him really tight.

“Don’t touch him!” MJ yelled, but that caused Blake to hold him tighter.

Without warning, Scott lifted up his fist and landed it in Luka’s face making the younger twin scream.

MJ’s eyes widened as his heart dropped when he saw blood drip from Scott’s hands. He looked towards Luka and saw blood dripping on his face and his head down, not looking MJ in the eye. MJ’s eyes started to swell up with tears seeing his little brother hurt. “Luka.” MJ whispered.

Scott went to punch him again, but stopped when he heard Blake in pain. Scott and Robin turned to see Blake’s pants catch fire, making him let go of MJ. The older twin was confused, but looked to see Luka’s hands black, and his eyes golden.

“Are you okay?” Scott asked.

Soon MJ ran and pushed Robin and grabbed Luka’s arm and the two ran off inside the Subcon Forest to hide. “Get them!” Scott shouted as the three went tailing after them inside the forest.

The twins ran far as their feet could take them, and once they were in the clear. MJ got a closer look at his little brother’s condition. Luka’s nose was dripping with blood like how his nose was a few days ago. MJ teared up and hugged Luka tight. “I-I’m sorry.” MJ cried. “I’m so sorry.” Luka didn’t respond, but accepted his older twin’s hug.

“I think they're here!” Robin shouted. MJ let go of Luka and turned to where the Lazy Paw Trio was heard. They were nearing the twins, and they had to dash.

“L-let’s go Luka!” MJ shouted.

“No.” Luka growled.

MJ stepped back. “W-what?” He asked.

“No.” Luka repeated and looked up to MJ, his eyes glowing a bright yellow, almost covering both of his eyes. “We’re gonna fight.” MJ flinched when he heard his little brother have an echo into his voice and saw the blue flames turn purple.

Robin groaned in disgust as she had to push the branches away to get through the woods. “Where did those twin punks go?” She asked.

“They can’t be far.” Scott replied. “No kid has made it this far into Subcon Forest.”

Blake gulped. “You think that soul snatching prince ghost got them?” He asked.

Scott chuckled. “That’s just an old folk tale to have parents keep us kids from being kids.” He replied.

“And if it is real, then we just find another group of victims to pick on.” Robin added. She then laughed till she tripped and landed face first in a mud puddle. Scott and Blake laughed as Robin lifted her head, spitting out mud from her mouth. “Real mature guys!”

“Hey, it wasn’t us!” Blake replied.

Robin turned and saw a red string had been caught on her shoe. “What the?” She asked. “Red string?” As the girl got a close look at the string she felt something grab her arms making her stand up on her own. “W-what’s going on!?” She shrieked. Soon Robin spinned around like a ballerina before she punched herself in the face repeatedly.

“The forest is haunted! We disturbed the ghost of Subcon Forest!” Blake screamed. “Don’t kill me!” He was about to run out of the forest, but the same red string grabbed his legs and lifted him upside down before throwing him on the tree like a ragdoll. This in turn caused Blake to pass out.

Scott gulped and stepped back. “I-I’m not scared of you!” He shouted with a hint of fear in his voice. “MJ, if this is you and your puny little brother, you're both gonna get it Monday!” Once he said those words he heard childish giggling coming from behind.

Scott was never this scared before. He watched horror movies and was able to withstand the bloody scenes, he knew the Subcon Forest legend was just a folktale, and everything going on is just a prank done by MJ and Luka. The giggling went on for a while, before it stopped and the forest went quiet again.

Scott sighed in relief. “I knew it was just a prank.” He said to himself. He decided to help untie his friends till he tripped and fell on the ground. “Ow! What the-'' Scott's eyes widened in fear as he saw the same red string tied around his legs. Scott tried to untie it, but his arms were tied as he was slammed from tree to tree like a pendulum.

Soon the red strings let go of the bullies before tying all of them up together. Then a trail of purple flames came by and surrounded them. The bullies woke up and screamed trying to get out of the string as the flames started to reach them.

“Okay! Okay! We’re sorry ghosts! We didn’t mean to! Please spare us!” Blake cried. Like it heard the bully’s cries the flames stopped and soon faded. This gave the group a sigh before they were lifted up and tied into a tree knocked out cold.

“Alright! We got them!” MJ cheered.

“Yeah!” Luka replied, the echo in his voice still there.

However, before any of the twins could celebrate they paused in fear at each other. Luka saw MJ’s hair glowing with a light blue aura and his eyes fully red with his left one having a diamond in them.

MJ saw Luka’s eyes were completely yellow, making his brother look ghost-like and his hair was turning purple as well as Luka’s arms being a dark purplish-black.

The twins looked at each other horrified at the other’s appearance. They then turned towards their bullies who were knocked out thanks to the impact of the tree. Soon the twins flinched as they heard footsteps coming towards them causing their magic to fade away and turning them back to normal.

“Who goes there!” A park ranger shouted. He paused seeing the bullies tied up in string slowly starting to wake up  as well as the twins frozen in fear over what just occurred.

Soon the bullies were tied up and both parties were sent to the police station as they trespassed in a forbidden area of Subcon Forest plus seeing a “fight” had happened. Once at the station the twins told their side of the story about what happened saying The Lazy Paw Trio attacked them and they pulled a “prank” to scare them off. They didn’t mean to hurt them.

Though the twins truly did, they also didn’t want to get in trouble as well as to avoid any hints they have magic powers.

The Lazy Paw Trio’s side of the story was they were attacked by the twins as revenge so the twins could get in trouble. One of the officers assumed that one of if not both of the twins had magic abilities and were ready to report it.

“I have a question for you three?” The officer in the corner asked. The trio looked up at the officer. “Did these twins have magic?” He asked.

The trio looked at each other and smirked. They knew how much magic can’t be talked about and lying to the officers would be a breeze if it's anything about magic. With a smirk they crossed their arms and said at the same time, “yes.”

After hearing both sides of the story, the police decided to call their parents which Angela and Richard didn’t take very well.

“Listen officer, my sons have been being harassed by these kids! Why did they need to be arrested! They acted in self defense!” Angela shouted. Luka and MJ flinched hearing their mother yell at the officers, and boy they wish she wouldn’t.

“Listen Mrs. Prince, your sons aren’t in trouble and so were the other kids, but they shouldn’t have trespassed into that forest in the first place!” The officer replied to her.

“And what’s this about magic! I’ll let you know my boys are perfectly normal” Richard replied. MJ and Luka looked at each other wide eyed. They didn’t tell anyone about their magic, their powers faded when the park ranger showed up, and the bullies were knocked out cold plus the twins stayed hidden so no one saw them use it.

The officer sighed. “Look we don’t know if they do! That’s what the trio of kids told me.” The officer replied.

“Well those kids are lying to you. I have proof my boys are perfectly normal!” Angela shouted.

“MJ?” Luka started. MJ turned to Luka and saw his little brother about to cry. “I-I’m sorry. I-I shouldn’t have suggested we go to the park, t-then we, then we.” Luka paused when he felt MJ put his hand on his shoulder.

“It's not your fault Luka.” MJ replied to reassure him that they didn’t predict their little walk to the park turned out horrible. Luka gave a small smile and hugged his brother tight. MJ gave a small smile and hugged his twin brother back.

The twins let go of the hug when they heard the door open. “I’m really sorry for the trouble Mr. and Mrs. Prince. W-well bring the trio back in tomorrow.” The officer said.

“Thank you, officer.” Angela replied. She then turned and faced her sons. “Michael. Luka let’s go home.” MJ and Luka looked at each other and followed their parents out of the police station and into the car to drive home.

The car ride home was silent between the Prince family, but the twins knew they weren’t going to be off the hook the second they headed home. By the time they made it home Angela finally spoke up, “Boys when we go inside you sit on the couch there’s going to be a lot of talking.” She explained.

“Yes mom.” MJ and Luka said at the same time. They both got out of the car and went inside and followed with what their mother told them to do.

“What were you two thinking?!” Angela asked. The twins went quiet not responding to their mother. “Do you know how crazy and stupid you guys were today! You were almost caught with your magic and used it to fight your bullies!”

“They punched Luka, mom!” MJ replied.

“And I wasn’t going to let them hurt MJ next!” Luka added.

“That doesn’t give you boys the right to use your magic for violence!” Richard shouted back. The twins gulped at their father’s anger. “You promised us that you wouldn’t use your magic for violence and went behind our backs and used it!”

MJ sighed. “I’m sorry mom and dad. We didn’t mean to, but we had no other choice.” MJ explained.

“I’m sorry too.” Luka spoke up. “I was the one who told MJ to use his magic. He tried to prevent me from using mine, but I just got hurt and...snapped.” He explained.

Richard and Angela softened their expressions on their sons and looked at each other. They both nodded in agreement that the boys regret their actions, but that didn’t mean they were off the hook. “We forgive you boys.” Angela said. “However, for disobeying us and using magic to fight you're both grounded for two weeks.”

The twins sighed knowing they were going to be punished for their actions, but what happened next threw them into a loop.

“There is some good news though.” Richard started. Luka and MJ looked up at their parents. “While we were out, we were trying to find a new school to transfer you boys too so those jerks won’t bother you two again.” He explained.

This lifted up the boys spirited, ignoring the fact that they were just grounded.

“And to add on to the good news, we found one and you’ll be enrolled sometime next week.” Angela added.

MJ and Luka looked at each other with a smile and hugged their parents tight. “Oh thank you! Thank you mom!” MJ cried. He was in tears of joy that soon he would no longer have to be bothered by his tormentors ever again! Angela and Richard smiled and hugged their sons tight, despite having to punish them, they were happy that this bullying will all blow over.

[angelliev]

Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part Twelve - Spring Break Forever

Word Count: 3.7K

Summary: The Pogues spend Spring break in Miami Beach

Warnings: Light smut, cursing, pranks, drugs, alcohol, tattoos and piercings?

A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in a few days. I was camping this weekend with my family, which went downhill. Sorry if this one feels a little rushed. I hope you guys like it! (Not my GIF. Credits to the owner. I don’t own any of the shows or characters.) 

Lover Boy Series Masterlist

I’ve been to many places on vacation. Malibu, Las Vegas, San Francisco, Houston, Manhattan, Philadelphia, Chicago, Boston, Seattle, Orlando, Los Angeles and more. All of those were with my family for business, but I never had much fun. This time though, I’m going to Miami with the coolest people on the fucking planet.

The road trip has consisted in us playing card games in the back, switching drivers, telling stories, and stopping to eat at diners. As of now, we’re on 95 in Florida, not too far from our destination. JJ’s head lays on my chest, fast asleep, while I hold him and stroke his hair, listening to his adorable soft snores. If I ever started shifting, he’d hug me tighter, snuggling into my breast.

“He’s such a big softie for you.” Kie chuckles, along with the rest of the pogues. I glance to see Kie doodling on her leg with a marker. That’s when a great idea popped in my head.

“Hey Kie, how good are you at drawing penises?” I asked oh so casually. Everyone laughs and gives me a questioning look. “Can’t be that hard. Why do you ask?” I smirk and look at JJ. “I just thought it was time I’d get JJ back for all of his pranks. JJ was the ultimate prankster in our group. Now he gets a taste of his own medicine.

We arrive at the hotel parking lot. Thankfully, Sarah was easily able to convince her dad to let her book a reservation in one of the suites for Spring break. The pogues get out to stretch. I’m still trapped under JJ.

“Hey baby. Wake up. We’re here.” I nudge him. He just groans. “Finally, I thought that was never going to end.” He said groggy. I couldn’t stop a giggle slip past my lips when he lifted his head up, giving me a full view of the penis shooting cum on his head. He’s going to fucking kill me.

“What?” He asked confused as he got his duffel bag. I get a hold of myself for a moment. “Nothing. I just love you so much babe.” I wrap my arms around his neck before pecking his lips giggling. “How much of my weed did you smoke?” He asked. “None. I’m just so happy.” The pogues are having difficulty holding in their laughter, JJ just stands there clueless. “I swear to god if you guys smoked all my weed.” He mutters before walking up to the entrance. Everyone he passed by, gave him weird looks while some laughed. Sarah and John B go to the front desk to check us in, while we sit in the lobby.

That’s when JJ got super touchy feely with me. It first started off with him grabbing my thigh. Then it went to wrapping his arm around me. Normally, I wouldn’t find this odd, but it kind of felt almost territorial, especially when he kissed me hard. I finally pull away after needing air.

“What is up with you?” I asked. “That guy over there keeps fucking staring at you.” He grumbles. I just laugh, knowing I wasn’t the one he was staring at. “Don’t worry tiger. I’m all yours.” I play with hair. The pogues couldn’t hold their laughter in anymore, they start laughing hard, tears falling. I couldn’t help but join. “What the fuck is so funny??” JJ scabs the lobby.

“I don’t know.” Is all I was able to say. Before he could say anything, Sarah holds up the room key. We all make our way to the elevator, hand in hand with JJ. We squeeze in with a dad and his kid. The dad immediately notices the dick on JJ’s head and just chuckles. The son, who must’ve been like seven, couldn’t stop staring at JJ’s head. JJ notices this and takes a step away, a little creeped out.

“Hey mister, why’s there a peepee on your head?” The boy asked with the most serious face. Pope chokes on his water laughing along with the dad.

“What??” JJ asked looking at the kid puzzled. “There’s a peepee on your head!” JJ’s widen. He snatches my phone and pulls up the camera. He finally sees the dick on his head. Everyone starts bursting out laughing.

“You guys are so stupid.” He tries rubbing it off, surprisingly not cursing, sparing the child. JJ whispers into my ear, “You’re in for it now babygirl. Daddy’s gonna punish you tonight.” I only smirk, looking forward for tonight.

Next Morning;)

I groan as I toss and turn, looking for a certain someone in the empty bed. How dare my personal body pillow leave me. I look up to see JJ in the bathroom brushing his teeth. I admire his shirtless figure. God he’s so handsome. He catches my staring eyes, smirking. “Sleep good babygirl?” He asked closing the door and taking a hit from his vape. “Mm. C’mere.” I demand, arms open wide. He crawls on top of me. He kisses me softly, tongue slipping in. I let my hands roam his body. “You were a little rough with me last night daddy.” I say in such an innocent little voice, pouting. “Aw, did daddy beat your pretty little pussy up too much? Maybe you should’ve been a good girl yesterday and I wouldn’t have to punish you.” He plays along. “I just wanted to have some fun.” I say innocently. “Well, if you’re a good girl today, I’ll make sure to reward you. You gonna be a good girl for daddy?” His fingers trace my lips. “Yes, daddy.” I whispered. He leans down, our lips barely touching mine. “That’s my babygirl.” His lips finally attach to mine. I softly moan into the kiss. “Baby, I want you.” I whine. “I know you do babygirl. I’ll take good care of you. I promise. Just be a good girl for me.” He peppers kisses on my neck before the door swings open startling the two of us. Charging in are the Pogues, who pile on the two of us, ignoring our pleads and screams.

“Get your swimsuits on ya’ll. We’re going to the beach!” Sarah tickles me, making me erupt in laughter. “We would if you guys weren’t crushing us!” JJ wheezed. “Woogity, woogity!” Pope runs out of the room excited. JJ and I quickly get changed into our swimsuits and clothes. I walk out to see the boys ready with their trunks, tops, sunglasses and hats. The girls were both rocking their vibrant bikinis. Kie wore her favorite bright purple bikini, while Sarah wore her a hot pink, and I was wearing my royal blue, one of JJ’s favorites. The six of us make our way out of the hotel and into the beating sun.

The beach was insanely crowded with spring breakers. Many of them were already roaring drunk and high, having the time of their lives. We waste no time to join in on the fun. Drinks in hand, dancing to the music blasting from the speakers. We easily fit in with the wild crowd. I loved the feeling of being so carefree, not having to worry about anything from back home. As of now, we’re in the moment. We’re young and in love. We’re chasing thrills, always on an adventure. Whether that’s us chasing each other around like kids, chugging down a beer, splashing each other in the water, starting tickle fights, and more. We let our youth get the best of us.

We didn’t watch the day pass by as we partied on. We were all high as shit on our way back to the hotel room, and we apparently all had the munchies. John B held the phone as we all sat in the living room of the hotel suite watching cartoons and jumping on the beds, being chaotic. “What the fuck do you guys want?” He asked as we sat their clueless as to what we want to eat. “Food!” JJ answered, earning an eye roll from his best friend.

“Okay, can I get six cheeseburgers, six milkshakes, two of each flavor, a lot of fries, and by a lot, I mean like a big bucket of it, and do you guys have any Cheez-Its?” We all looked at him, feeling sorry for the chefs. “Downstairs? Okay. Ooh! You guys have cheesecake? Can we get? What flavor? Um, all of them! Why not.” Sweet baby Jesus, John B. “Thank you!” He hangs up. “Foods on the way. Can someone come with me downstairs? I need Cheez-Its.” Nobody volunteers, not even Sarah, so I raise my hand, cause why not? “Cool beans. We’ll be back in a second.” John B hollers before slamming the door. “Get me some fruit snacks!” Pope shouts desperately. “You got it dude!” We give him a thumbs up.

“So, what’s with you and Cheez-Its?” I asked curiously. “They’re awesome. I love them like you love choking on tapioca pearls.” He smirks. “What the hell?! How do you know about that?” I asked shocked. “Sarah sent us that video of you choking the pearls after seeing JJ. You must have it really bad for him huh?” He dies laughing. I’m going to kill Sarah. “In my defense, I didn’t even know he was at my place, and those tapioca pearls are dangerous. They should have a warning label.” I shrug my shoulders. “Aw, don’t worry. JJ’s got it pretty bad for you too.” “Oh? How so?” I asked interested.

“Ever since we found out about you guys, he’s been talking nonstop about you. He’s like ‘John b she’s so pretty, oh my god she’s amazing, you wouldn’t believe what she said to me today.’ I’ve never seen that boy blush so much in his entire life. He’s crazy about you.” I couldn’t help but smile thinking about JJ. “I’m really glad he’s with you though. Seriously, for a while I thought he’d never just settle down with one person. He was either having meaningless hookups or getting his heartbroken by bitchy girls.” This made me frown. I hate the idea of seeing him heartbroken. Knowing that he’s hooked up with many girls in the past, never seemed to bother me though.

“What made him want to be in a relationship with me?” I asked curiously. I wonder what would've happened if that was just a meaningless hookup. I probably wouldn't be here in Florida today.

“I asked him the same question. At first, he was amazed by how beautiful you were. He started falling for you harder, when guys hung out more. He said he knew he loved you the day you told him that heaven is a place where you’d see him. No one has ever told him that before. You made his heart melt that night.” I smile at the fond memory on the balcony.

“He really love you. You know that right?” John B scanned my eyes. “I know. I love him too. He’s gotta be the best thing that has ever happened to me. I can’t imagine my life without him. I haven't even known him for a year yet, and I already know I want to spend the rest of my life with. My dad says I'm too young to love him, that they're just stupid feeling, but I know he’s wrong. I’ve told JJ more about myself than I’ve told my best friends. That’s how much I trust him. I’ve never been so close and intimate with someone before.” I ramble on, JJ clouding my mind. JB smiles down on me, approving my answer.

“I know what you mean. JJ and I have been best friends since the third grade. I just know that we’ll always be tight, even after high school, and we become adults. Our bond is too strong to break. Just like you and JJ’s love is unstoppable.” He smiles. “It’s JJ’s loyalty that makes relationships with him so promising.” I say and we both nod in agreement. “I’m glad you're a part of this group Aria. Welcome to the family.” He holds out his fist. I gladly return it. “I’m glad to be a part of it.” I smile as the two of return to the suite.

We all chowed down on the shitload of food delivered to us. I don’t even want to know what the room service bill is going to look like. All of us sit in a circle as we play truth or dare. I just got finished my dare, slurping down my vanilla milkshake, earning me a terrible brain freeze. “Whoo!” I shout. “Alright Aria, your turn to pick someone.” Pope says. “Okay, JJ! Truth or dare?” I asked. “Dare.” He challenged me. “No! You’ve picked dare five times already! Truth!” Kie shouted.

“Fine! Truth!” JJ puts his hand up in defeat. I think long and hard for a moment, until the perfect question popped in my head. “What is your full name?” It just occurred to me that I have never heard of is full name. Everyone just calls him JJ. “Nope!” He refused to answer the question. “Oh, come on! You have to answer! It can't be that bad! Is it Jack? Jonas? Jayden? Johnny? Jeff?” I guess. “Nope! Different question.” He still refused to answer. I huff before an idea popped in my head. His driver’s license! I don’t hesitate to run to his wallet. He follows closely behind, already knowing what I'm up to.

I quickly snatch the wallet off the counter, he tries to swipe it out of my hand. I frantically open it up to find the license, where his name is beautiful printed. Jesse Jacob Maybank. “Aw, babe that’s such a nice name! I love it! You definitely look like a Jesse and a Jacob.” I smile at his embarrassed face. “You're in for it now.” He chases me around the suite. Everyone gets up in excitement.

“Throw her in the pool!” Pope suggests. JJ’s, or should I say Jesse Jacob’s, ears perk up at the suggestion. “No! No! I swear to god JJ if you throw me in that pool!” I continue to run away from him. Everyone was blocking the bed and bathrooms, so I run out the suite and into the halls, JJ not too far behind. He finally catches up to me, grabbing waist and lifting me up. I squirm and squeal as he carries me down the hall, the Pogues laughing and encouraging him to throw me in.

We had to sneak our way in, since it was past ten, so no one was around. “No! Please! I’m sorry! No!” He launches the two of us into the cool water. Thank goodness we’re still in our swimwear. I resurface and find my friends laughing. “You jerk.” I splash him. “But I'm your jerk.” He pulls me close and plants a kiss on my lips. Our friends groan before splashing us. “The last thing we need is for you guys to be banging in the pool.” Says Kie. A devilish smile appears on my face when I see Pope and John B sneaking up behind their clueless girlfriends before pushing them into the water. We all let out a chain of laughs as we continue to screw around in the pool.

I sit on the steps with the girls, smoking some weed, as the boys play around in the deep end. We stare at the smoke combine with the beautiful night sky. “I never want to leave.” I say, gaining the girls attention. “I know. We should all live together in this big house on the beach. Every night could be a sleepover.” Says Kie. “I just don’t want to go back home.” Says Sarah. “Me either. I don’t even want to know what my father has to say.” I huff. He's probably livid as we speak. The whole neighborhood is probably gossiping.

“Have you talked to him yet?” Asked Kie. “Hell no. I think I might crash out in JJ’s room at the chateau for a bit when we get back. I really don’t feel like dealing with my dad.” “He’ll come around eventually. He just needs some time. Plus, your mom is the voice of reason. He just needs to get to know JJ. Everything will work out just fine.” Sarah reassures me. “I hope so.” I say looking at my prune fingers. “We should probably head in and shower.” I suggest. Me and the girls get out of the pool. The boys said they’ll come up later.

We all shower off and get dressed, before snuggling together under the blankets and put on ‘Mean Girls’. “I remember when you guys were fighting like crazy back then.” I chuckle to myself. These two were ruthless. Kie sighs. “It’s a good thing we got our shit worked out though.” Sarah chuckles. “Tell me about it.” “I love you guys, you know that right?” I asked. The two just looked at me with heart eyes. “We know.” Says Kie. “Just promise me that none of us will split up again. No matter how bad the fight is, please don’t go separate ways. It was hard seeing my best friends hating each other for so long.” I confess. “We promise. We’re not going anywhere splinter bean. What brought this on?” Sarah asked concerned.

“Nothing, I’m just scared, that we’ll split up after school. It’s senior year, and I don’t want us to drift apart. Some things just don’t last forever you know?” I asked. Kie strokes my hair. “Don’t worry. You're stuck with us to the end, because we love you too much to let you go.” I smile as I snuggle closer to the girls. The front door opens, the boys come bustling in. JJ’s eyebrow cocks up.

“Ooh, some girl on girl action. I don’t know if I should be happy or jealous.” JJ smirks, and we all just roll our eyes before Kie says. “You're such a perv.” JJ and the boys all land on top of us. I don’t know how we managed to fit on the bed together. At least we don’t have to worry about being cold.

The past few days have been fun exploring Miami Beach, trying a bunch of foods, partying all day, and such. I have no idea how we ended up in a tattoo parlor though. Kie had insisted on getting herself a new dolphin tattoo. I scanned the tattoo book, tempted to get something. I just finished getting my belly button pierced, which JJ doesn't know about yet. Him and the boys are off somewhere else, since we wanted to have a girl’s night out.

“What are you getting?” Asked Sarah. “Don't know yet. I think I want something meaningful though. I just don’t know what yet.” I continue to browse. I then see this nice font, which gives me an idea. “Can I ask you something?” I looked at Sarah. “What’s up?” She asked. “Would it be crazy if I got a name tattoo?” I asked warily. Her eyes widen. “Oh, like a certain someone's name?” She smirked. I just nod happily. “I think I know what I want...”

I lay down on the bed, naked underneath my robe, waiting anxiously for JJ to return. My eyes never leave my wrist. Inked on my once innocent skin, is printed, ‘JJ’. I’m a little nervous as to how he’ll react. We have the place to ourselves, finally, and I’m planning on making the beast out of it. The door opens, making me jump. I look up to see a surprised JJ, as his eyes roam my body. “Well, this is a pleasant surprise.” He says pleased with me wearing nothing but a silk robe, which he’ll definitely rip off me.

“That’s not the only surprise I have for you.” I say. “Oh? And what would that be?” He crawls next to me. “Well, for starters I got this.” I open up the robe, revealing my belly button piercing. He bites his lip. “That’s so fucking hot babygirl.” He says, ready to lunge at me. “Ah ah. There's also this.” I extend my arm, showing off the tattoo. His eyes bulge at the ink. The silence scares me for a moment. “Baby, I don’t know what to say.” He was speechless. “Do you like it?” I asked hesitantly. “I love it! I’m flattered. It’s just a lot to take in. Plus, I kind of have a surprise for you too.” He takes off his shirt to reveal something that nearly made pass the fuck out. On his naked chest, I see my name, Aria, forever inked on his beautiful skin. Tears well in my eyes.

“Oh. My. God. Are you serious? When did you get that?” I asked, my hand tempted to touch the ink. “Today, looks like great minds think alike.” He chuckles. The two of us sit there in silence, processing our thoughts. Neither of us could believe that we had our names forever printed together on our bodies. I just smile and gleam before grabbing his face and littering it in kisses. He giggles. “I love you JJ. Always and forever.” “I love you too Aria. God, I love you so much. You’re the only one for me.” He declares as I begin to unbuckle his belt, his shorts pool around his feet. I let the robe slip off my body, the cool air bites at my skin.

For the rest of the night, we dived deep into a pool of love and pleasure. We whispered sweet nothings into each other's ears as we made love. We didn't hold back our moans. His name left my lips like a prayer. Our breaths mixed together when he kissed me. I love you can be heard throughout the bedroom. He marked me when he filled me up completely with his seed. We have each other. Always and forever.

Always and forever will I remember this trip, as I stand alongside my family and lover, watching the sunset one last time in Miami before we hit the road. I can’t help but smile as I gazed at these amazing people. We jump in the van, leaving behind the words ‘Pogues 4 Life’ in the sand.

[writersrealmbts]

A Natural: Part 4

Description: Hybrid!Taehyung x Reader: You’re a single mom, and your son is your entire world. When you take him to get his first hybrid, his choice is pretty bewildering, until you realize that he was picking out a dad.

Warnings: Tissues suggested, Panic Attacks, Tears

Posted: 10/1/2019

Tags: Taehyung, Hybrid Taehyung, Human Reader

Wordcount: 4,318

A/N: Hope y’all are ready for this. It took me a while to figure out how I wanted to do this part and then discovered it was great for working through emotions.

Words were swirling inside your brain. All the words spoken to you since that morning. That beautiful morning with your son carrying his socks and wearing a mis-buttoned shirt, eating cocoa puffs and excited about his class spelling bee and his sleepover with his teachers/uncles. Hoseok telling you he would only call you if Theo needed you. Theo saying he loved you and to tell Tae that he loved Tae as well. Namjoon’s call. There’s been an accident. All the updates the doctors had given you about Theo and Hoseok. Concussion. Broken. Surgery. Severe. Young. Time will tell. “Y/n!” You flinched and looked up as Jimin came rushing in, looking like he ran the whole way there. “Theo?” He asked, finally coming to a halt in front of you. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. 

He knelt in front of you. “Y/n?” “Um…he’s still with the doctors,” You finally managed to reply. “They were stopped, but the other car…” Taehyung whimpered and nuzzled into you. Namjoon looked up. “The other car was going 65 in a 25 and slammed into the side of the vehicle that Theo was on.” Jimin dropped to the floor. He had a haunted look that you were sure you shared. It was too similar. Jin and Yoongi helped Jimin into a chair. A doctor came in. “For Jung Hoseok?” You hopped up with Namjoon. “He’s out of surgery, he’s in room 427. He’ll need physical therapy and it’ll be a while before he’ll get the cast off, but he should be released in a couple days.” “And the boy?” Namjoon asked. “They’re still in surgery, but I’ll check and have someone give you an update.” You nodded, grabbing onto Namjoon’s arm. “We’ll wait here, why don’t you guys go see Hoseok,” Yoongi suggested softly. “I’ll text you if they bring an update here.” “Call me. It’s faster.” “Okay.” You, Namjoon, and Taehyung headed toward Hoseok’s room. He wasn’t quite awake yet, but he looked better than you would have thought from the severity of the crash. You sat down, knowing if you were standing you might start to pace. Hoseok’s gaze swept the room as he woke up, looking confused. Then his heartrate rose and his gaze fixed on Namjoon, who was closest. “Theo!” “He’s with the doctors still, Hoseok,” Namjoon said calmly. “It’s not your fault. Let’s calm down.” Hoseok shook his head, obviously still upset. You got up and took his other hand, smiling softly when he opened his eyes to look at you, just noticing your presence. “It’s okay. Let’s just breathe. Okay? You and me.” His eyes were full of tears, but he followed your breathing. “It happened so fast.” “I know. I know it did. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. Even…” You closed your eyes, “even if Theo doesn’t make it. It’ll be okay.” Hoseok sobbed lightly, but he kept painstakingly following your even breathing. “It’ll be okay,” You whispered again, forcing yourself to breath normally. “You’re going to get better. You did everything right, Hobi. You even had that car program that called the ambulance for you before anyone else. If you hadn’t, things could have been worse.” Theo could have died before reaching the hospital. Hoseok was still crying, but he did his best to follow your breathing. It had to be painful, but you figured that might just make him cry more. The medicine was also probably making him more emotional. Taehyung leaned over Hoseok’s head, gently petting his hair. “It’ll be okay, Hobi-hyung.” Hoseok drifted back to sleep again after a while. You kept hold of his hand, almost afraid to let go. You felt like you might float away without something to ground you. Your wisp of a soul blown away. Taehyung startled you when he placed a hand on your shoulder, but he gentle kissed your temple and pulled you to your feet. “I’m going to take her back out to the waiting room.” “I’ll stay with Hoseok. Call me with the details when we know them,” Namjoon replied softly, not moving from his seat. “I don’t want him to be alone.” You couldn’t come up with any words, your throat tight and the knot growing ever-tighter. Taehyung closed the door to Hobi’s room, then squared your shoulders so that you were facing him. He didn’t say anything, just looked into your eyes, his own a little misty and full of fear as well. His hand brushed your cheek, and you followed the sight of his damp fingertips before his hand dropped out of your sight. You brought your hand to your face, feeling the dampness. You weren’t sure exactly when you had started crying. You didn’t know if you had just never stopped. He pressed his forehead to yours, and you could just barely hear the way his breath shook as he exhaled. “I don’t…I don’t know as much about this as most adults…I don’t…” He breathed out quickly. “I don’t….” “I don’t think I could bear to lose him,” You whispered, tears filling your eyes again. “He’s my baby. Why is this happening?” His eyes filled as he looked at you, obviously not having an answer. But understanding your pain. He hugged you to his chest, crying with you in the hallway of the hospital. After a while he gave you a squeeze and wiped his eyes before pulling away from you, and gently brushing your tears away. “Come on, let’s get back to the waiting room.” You nodded, still shaky, and definitely clinging to him as a sort of lifeline. You’d never been more grateful for Theo picking Tae at the shelter. You couldn’t imagine what kind of mess your life would be right now without the collie-hybrid supporting you, not just today, but in the month and a half since he started living with you and Theo. Taking care of Theo so you wouldn’t have problems at work, fixing things around the house (only sometimes making things worse), and helping you sleep. He was a perfect fit for your family, and you hadn’t even been able to explore what the two of you could have. How it would work with Theo. If Theo… Jimin’s gaze snapped up when you two came in, only to drop again when he realized neither of you were the doctor. His face was red from tears. Jin kept absentmindedly rubbing his back. Yoongi looked up and an eyebrow quirked. “Hoseok is okay. He’s asleep again,” You said, voice shaking as you sat down. “Nurse came back and said they were still in surgery,” Yoongi replied. “But she didn’t have any other information for us.” Taehyung grabbed both of your hands in one of his, his other arm wrapping around your shoulders. “Are you cold?” “A little,” You whispered. “Why?” “You’re trembling. Here,” he took off his sweatshirt and helped you put it on before pulling you back into his arms, “I’ll keep you warm.” You curled up and into his arms, focusing on the nice smell of his sweatshirt. It was kind of strange scent, but it was warm and calming. He started humming, a lullaby if your memory was correct. You breathed out shakily, feeling fidgety. Another hour passed. Frustration and anguish were fighting for dominance as the clock continued to tick away. Shouldn’t they be done by now? Shouldn’t there be some sort of news? They could only keep someone Theo’s age under sedation for so long, right? You ended up curled up in Taehyung’s lap, probably because he was as feeling about the same as you were. Namjoon came out half an hour later, checking that there hadn’t been any news, then went back to Hoseok who was still sleeping. Taehyung started stroking your hair, a slight whine in his voice that he quickly controlled when he asked if you were hungry. “No,” You choked out, curling tighter. He nodded resting his head on yours. “Okay. We’ll eat later.” Was Theo alive? Were there complications? “Where’s my baby?” You whimpered, finding it hard to breathe completely. Your chest felt constricted. Your breaths came in gasps. “Why is it taking so long?” “I don’t know,” He answered, voice shaking as well. “Hey, y/n,” Yoongi said, coming over and crouching beside you and Tae. “You need to breath properly, okay? You’re going to hyperventilate. Follow Taehyung’s breathing.” You choked as you tried to swallow, coughing and struggling to breath in again. You dragged in a shallow breath. They had a quick exchange and then Taehyung was kissing you when you breathed in next. You breathed out rapidly when he pulled away, then dragged in a deeper breath. He kissed you much more briefly, making sure you held the oxygen in for a moment, regulating your breathing with kisses. The tight feeling in your chest started dissipating, like a belt beginning to be loosened. You finally drew in a proper breath, meeting Taehyung’s gaze. He shushed you when he saw that you were going to say something. “Just breath. Let’s just breath. You and me. Breathing.” Jimin handed you a cup of water, not letting go until Taehyung was supporting your shaking hands. The water definitely helped, which wasn’t surprising. You always had Theo drink a glass of water when he was upset because he would calm down faster and it could prevent him from getting a headache. The same headache you now had. “Ibuprofen?” Seokjin offered. You nodded, taking it and then drinking more of the water. “Sorry.” “You have no reason to be sorry. Your son is in surgery after a bad accident. It’s natural for you to be worried,” Seokjin said, tone comforting as he rubbed your back briefly and then hugged onto Taehyung, who leaned into the comforting touch of the other hybrid. “Waiting is a form of torture.” You almost felt like he was talking from experience and from the way Jimin hugged onto Jin, and Yoongi’s sharp inhale, you suspected you were right. “You…” He just smiled gently. “You can ask.” “You were a dad?” Taehyung asked, looking in surprise at Jin. “Well, sort of. There was this…kid. I found him abandoned in the streets. Hid him in Yoongi’s room for the last two months we were there and he came with us when we moved into the apartment. He was a bright kid, but he got hurt. We went to the playground and he fell from the swings, onto his head. The hospital handed him over to social services after we waited with him for three days. We at least found out that he made a full recovery, but we…haven’t seen him since.” Yoongi was regarding his hybrid with hidden worry. But Jin seemed peaceful, maybe a little wistful. He smiled softly at you and Taehyung. “But the hours in the hospital, waiting to find out how he was were hell. Yoongi wouldn’t stop pacing and I was a mess. He got hurt on my watch. But it had to have been for the best. He probably got proper parents. Given a better chance at life than I could give him. I was still so young, and he was about to be a teenager. I like to think that he’s living a fantastic life. He’d be an adult now.” Jimin rested his head on Jin’s. You shifted so that you were sitting beside Taehyung instead of across from him, leaning on him. You were calm now, but also sleepy. You felt guilty about it, but you knew that fighting it might cause you more anxiety. “Nap.” “Okay,” He whispered, his voice deep and even again, also seeming calmed by the older hybrid’s gentle tone. You woke up with a crick in your neck, and your head pounding a little more. You looked blearily around the waiting room, noticing Yoongi staring blankly at a magazine. “What time is it?” You asked in a hoarse whisper. He jolted, looking at you then breathing again and checking his phone. “You’ve been asleep for about two hours.” Your heart sank. “Still nothing?” He shook his head. “Not yet. I was going to go ask for an update if we didn’t get anything in the next ten minutes.” You nodded, carefully extricating yourself from the pile of sleeping people on the floor. You sat in the chair next to Yoongi. “Tell me honestly, how bad was it back then?” Yoongi leaned back in his seat. “Jin was inconsolable. He cared so much for that kid. And he left out the bit where Jungkook cried as they took him away. Cried for Jin. I wasn’t as involved with everything, but it was still hard. It took months for Jin to cheer up. Being separated from someone they love is like pneumonia for hybrids. Especially dog-hybrids. And Jungkookie was Jin’s baby, even if he wasn’t a baby.” You had a weird tickling thought that wouldn’t fully form. “He seems so at peace with it now.” “Yeah, more than I think I ever will be. I can’t forget the way Jin cried. How sick he got afterward, or how he was a skeleton with skin despite me force-feeding him as often as he would let me. Jimin was one of the reasons Jin started recovering as well. I had to get a roommate because Jin was so sick and I had to pay his medical bills as well as rent. Jimin answered my ad, and when he came to see the place, him and Jin hit it off right away.” Yoongi sighed. “Jimin was close to having an eating disorder, but the two of them worked on eating properly together. When we decided to move, we didn’t even think about not inviting Jimin. He sort of filled part of the gap that Jungkook had left.” What was it about that name that seemed familiar? You frowned a bit, trying to pull that little tickling thought to the front of your mind. “Can’t replace that bunny-smile though.” It finally clicked. “Jungkook…he probably had a deep affection for hybrids because of Jin.” Yoongi frowned, shrugging. “Maybe. Unless he viewed it as Jin’s fault.” Taehyung was stirring and he woke up groggily, looking around and then moving so that the other two were propped against each other while he came over to sit against your legs. “Tae, at the shelter, do you remember the guy that was helping me and Theo?” Tae nodded, barely forcing his eyes open. “Jungkookie. Jeon Jungkookie. He was the best.” Yoongi’s eyes were huge, and his gaze locked onto yours. “Big eyes? Bunny smile?” “He’s on the staff website,” Tae murmured, looking like he might fall back to sleep. Yoongi whipped out his phone again, then cursed. “My battery’s almost dead.” “I’ll pull it up,” You offered, fishing your phone from your pocket and pulling up the website. You scrolled until you found him, and showed it to Yoongi. Who choked, looking like he’d been punched. He took your phone with shaking hands. “It’s him?” Yoongi nodded, then his gaze cleared and he shook his head like he was clearing his thoughts. “Don’t tell Jin-hyung about this. I want to investigate it first.” “There’s a phone number,” You whispered. He looked at it, obviously tempted. “I called him earlier,” Tae said sleepily. “He was one of my friends at the shelter. I was worried so I called him earlier. He said he would come down.” He looked at the clock. “He should be here soon.” Yoongi’s alarm was palpable. Enough that it fully woke Taehyung, and woke up Seokjin. “Yoongi? What’s wrong?” Jin asked, rubbing his eyes. Yoongi opened his mouth. “Taehyung?” A somewhat familiar voice called out, poking his head into the waiting room afterward. Tae grinned. “Jungkookie!” He hopped up and hurried over, hugging his friend. Jin’s face was white as snow, and slack. His tail was between his legs, back turned to the boy, and obviously avoiding looking. “Hey, any news on the kid?” Jungkook asked Tae. Tae’s face dropped. “Not yet. But Hoseok-hyung is going to be okay.” Jungkook looked a little worried. “It’s been a long time, right?” Tae nodded silently. “Oh, you remember Y/n? And that is Jimin, and Yoongi and—” “Seokjinnie-hyung?” Jungkook’s eyes were wide, and his voice full of surprise and disbelief. Jin had turned ever so slightly, and his adam’s apple bobbed visibly as he saw the young man. Tail still between his legs, and ears flat against his head. “Hello, Jungkook.” Jungkook’s disbelief gave way to a huge grin and he launched himself at Jin, hugging him. “I found you! I found you!” He grinned at Jin. “I found you this time!” Jin whimpered, then nuzzled the boy’s head, pulling him tightly back into a hug. Taehyung looked confused. “What…is going on?” “Jungkook is the one…that…” Yoongi’s voice shook, and he gave up on explaining. Jungkook pulled away from Jin and latched onto Yoongi. “Yoongi-hyung.” “Yah, stop it,” Yoongi complained, but it didn’t sound very much like a complaint as he tightly returned the hug. Jimin must have explained it to Taehyung, who looked a little excited now. Jungkook quickly tucked back into Jin’s arms after his hug with Yoongi. “God, I’ve missed you like hell, Jin-hyung. I was really scared when I started the hybrid studies course at school because my professor said you probably would have died from grief after I was taken away. I’m so glad you’re okay. So, so glad.” Jin didn’t seem to have any words for that. Instead he smoothed Jungkook’s hair and choked on something that might have been a laugh. “You got tall. And strong.” Jungkook nodded with a grin. “I’m taller than you now, hyung. I went back to the apartment, at least, I think it was the right one, but you weren’t there anymore. Hadn’t been for years from what I could find. I thought I had searched the whole town for you. I even asked every hybrid that came into the shelter if they knew or had heard of you.” “He’s working at a cafe, the only hybrid worker they’ve ever hired,” Yoongi said proudly. “And he got his degree right alongside me.” Jungkook’s eyes shone with pride for Jin. You wanted to enjoy the sweet moment, you really did. It would make a wonderful distraction. But your baby. It’d been far too long, and you feared the news would be dire. Jin’s gaze snapped to you and Taehyung whined. You shook your head. “Sorry. I just…” You trailed off, gesturing to the clock. “I’ll go ask if there’s any news,” Yoongi said, sobering up and quickly walking out. Jin detached Jungkook, gently hugging you before leading Jungkook over to chairs a little separated from everyone to slowly choke out a sort of conversation. Yoongi came back looking exasperated. Jimin hugged onto him. Taehyung sat beside you. “So, Jungkookie was the boy that Jin took in. Small world. Must be fate.” “I want to go check in on Hobi, but I don’t want to leave here in case the doctor comes. Namjoon probably needs a break too.” You muttered, more to yourself than him. He covered your hands, stilling them from where you were rubbing and fidgeting. “Yoongi gave him a break a while ago, he ate and went back. You were asleep. Someone told me once that no news can sometimes be good news.” “They obviously weren’t waiting to find out if their child was going to be okay after a serious car crash,” You retorted, scrunching your face. He chuckled softly. “Yeah, but I feel like if he…then they would come tell us. Aside from that, what could be the worst news we could get?” It was rhetorical. You knew it was. “ ‘I’m so sorry, Ms. Y/L/N, we did our best but your son will likely not survive through the night’ or ‘I’m sorry, we’ve done all that we could but we suspect he’s brain-dead’.” He whimpered, looking terrified. “Yeah,” You replied, leaning against him. You weren’t feeling weepy anymore. You were strangely irritated and angry. You wanted to rant at some nurse about waiting for so long. There was no way that they kept Theo under sedation that long. It’d been almost eight hours. Too long. You groaned and dropped your head to your hands. “Park Jimin, we’re looking for Park Jimin,” An alarmed voice said at the desk, loud enough that it easy to hear. Jimin’s eyes got huge. “Eomma?” He called out, probably without thinking judging by the alarmed look he fixed on you. Your hand gripped onto Taehyung’s, breath caught in your chest. His mother came rushing in, followed by an older man who must have been Jimin’s father. “Aish, we were worried sick. I called you at work and your coworker said you had left to come to the hospital!” “Oh,” He muttered. “Sorry. No, I’m um…here because…” “Hoseok, he’s here because our friend Hoseok was in a bad accident,” Tae jumped in. “Yeah, Hoseok.” His mother’s eyes narrowed. “Hoseok?” “He’s a good friend.” “You’ve never mentioned him before.” “I haven’t?” Jimin sounded guilty. “I thought you all were waiting to hear about y/n’s son?” Jungkook asked. “Not me!” Jimin said too hastily. “But Jin said he was your nephew?” Jin scoffed. “I said no such thing.” He batted the younger boy’s head. But no one believed him despite Jin’s excellent acting. Jimin’s parents were looking between him and you, while you felt like dying. This was your nightmare. This was the level of hell that you never wanted to play with. The one thing you never wanted to experience. “Nephew?” Jimin’s father asked. His mother’s gaze was fixed on you now. You couldn’t breath. Your mouth was dry. Taehyung placed a hand on your back. “It’s going to be okay,” he whispered. You barely managed to swallow. “Eomma,” Jimin said urgently. “Let’s talk outside.” He gently tugged on her. “Park Jimin you better explain what he meant right now,” She warned. “Eomma,” He tried again, looking pleadingly at his father. His father looked a little frozen. “Now, Park Jimin.” “Y/n…’s son, Theo, he’s…my nephew. He’s Jihyun’s son. Jihyun-hyung…and y/n were dating when he died. He never knew about Theo.” Jimin’s voice was unsteady, and he looked like he might cry. You could see Jin stop himself from going over to hug Jimin multiple times. “That’s ridiculous,” His mother replied. But his father looked like he believed it. “He would have told us,” His mother continued to argue. “He didn’t know, eomma. But he told me about her. He told me he wanted to marry her. He was going to have me meet her. Besides, you’d been arguing with him for two years, he only talked to me about his personal life.” You did not need this drama. You didn’t need to know how much Jihyun had protected you from his family. You needed to know that your baby was okay. You looked over at Yoongi. He went over, his aura suddenly quite intimidating. “I understand that this is difficult for you to find out, but I must ask you to take this discussion somewhere else.” He definitely wasn’t asking. Jimin’s mother looked like she was about to argue. “Family of Theodore Y/L/N?” A doctor came in. You bolted up. “I’m his mother,” You said, almost breathlessly. She nodded, coming over to you. The other guys gathered nearby, definitely listening with bated breath. “We had to complete multiple procedures, and we’re sorry we didn’t get more information to you.” You nodded, waiting feeling more tense by the second. “We have put him in a medically induced coma,” She said gently. “He sustained multiple injuries and we judged it best to keep him in the coma until his body can heal a bit. We don’t know the extent of the damage to his spine, but there were two breaks in it.” You sat down, hearing from her intonation that there was more. “There was some minor brain trauma, his collarbone is fractured, and both the radius and ulna of his right arm were broken. Five of his ribs were broken and punctured his lung, and a shard of bone was dangerously close to his heart. We managed to get the shard, and he’s breathing on his own, but we’re keeping him on the oxygen to keep him stable.” She paused. You thought you were going to be sick. “Both of his legs were fractured. He’s going to need extensive physical therapy, and we don’t know how his brain will heal.” You stared at the floor through your tears. “He’s in the ICU, room 387,” She finished, sounding sympathetic. “Thank you,” You whispered. Taehyung rubbed your back. “Let’s go up.” You nodded, wiping away your tears. It didn’t feel real. It couldn’t be real. The elevator made you feel even more sick. Taehyung hugged you tightly until the elevator opened, but he kept his arm around you. The other guys said they’d come up in a bit, let you see your baby first. Jin had gone to tell Namjoon. You stepped onto the third floor, following the signs to where Theo was. Taehyung stopped you. You turned to him, and tears filled your eyes when you saw how scared he was. “I’m so scared,” he whispered. “He’s my pup.” Tears were filling his eyes. You nodded. “I know.” You squeezed his hand. He squeezed it back and quickly stepped closer to you, inching to his room apprehensively. You finally saw your baby. Taehyung held you as you sobbed on the floor, great body-wracking sobs over the broken body of your baby boy.

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Popped Like Bubble Wrap (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

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The second you saw Gil’s name flash across your phone screen, you knew Malcolm had done something, more than likely stupid and reckless.

“What did he do?” you sighed when you answered the phone, already getting up from the couch and slipping on some converse.

“Followed the serial killer we’ve been chasing, by himself of course,” Gil said on the other end, exasperation obvious in his tone.

“Is he okay?” you asked, concerned.

“Bruised ribs, fractured ego, nothing huge,” Gil told you.

You let out of a sigh of relief, “I’ll be there soon, and don’t give him too much of a hard time, that’s my job.”

Gil chuckled, “Sure thing kid, see ya soon,” he said.

You hung up and grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder, you’d walk there and then order an Uber for the ride home, Malcolm might be in for it, but you weren’t going to make him walk back to the loft.

He was going to get an earful when you got there, Gil wasn’t going to have all the fun.

*

When you walked into the station, you could already hear Gil shouting in his office, even with the door closed. Dani and JT were sitting at their desks and they both gave you knowing smiles when you passed by.

You opened the door to Gil’s office just in time for you to hear him say, “To run into a dark tunnel and let him pop you like bubble wrap?! Yeah! I’d say so!”

Both men looked up when you entered, and the minute Malcolm saw the look on your face he looked away like a puppy caught in the act.

His shirt was unbuttoned, and you could see the gauze wrapped around his torso, he held his arm across his ribs, obviously in pain.

Your heart broke a little for him before you remembered why he got hurt.

“You’re lucky Gil called me and not your mother,” you spoke, coming over to stand in front of Malcolm.

He sighed, meeting your gaze, “I suppose so,” he told you, “but I know you’re still going to yell at me too.”

“I wouldn’t have to if you stopped putting yourself in danger!” you shouted, crossing your arms. “He could’ve killed you Malcolm!”

“He wouldn’t, I’m not what he wants,” Malcolm said.

“Oh, you know that for certain?” you asked frustratedly.

“He knew my dad, he wants something from me, he won’t kill me, not yet anyway,” Malcolm spoke, which only made you more worried.

“There’s still no good excuse to go after a serial killer without backup,” you told your boyfriend.

“See, she agrees with me,” Gil chimed in, making you smile.

You turned towards the older man, “I’m assuming I can take him home?” you asked.

Gil nodded, “Please, and keep him home,” Gil told you.

“Of course,” you said as Malcolm began buttoning up his shirt and grabbed his jacket.

You thanked Gil once again for calling you and you pulled out your phone to order an Uber while you left the station, Malcolm trailing behind, looking as if he was doing the walk of shame.

The ride back to the loft was silent, and when you got upstairs, Malcolm eased himself down into one of the chairs at the small kitchen island, beginning to take off his shirt again.

You kicked off your shoes and headed to the fridge where you grabbed a frozen bag of peas from the freezer. Heading over to Malcolm, you shoved the frozen bag against his ribs, maybe a bit to harshly as he winced when you did so.

Ignoring the sympathetic pang in your stomach, you headed back to the kitchen, Malcolm kept his medicine in the cabinet, so you grabbed a bottle of ibuprofen and filled a glass with water.

You silently set both of those down in front of Malcolm, who looked up at you, “Thank you,” he said, giving you a small smile. When you didn’t return it, he sighed, looking away and grabbing the pill bottle, twisting it open and popping a few into his mouth before taking a drink of water.

“Are you going to give me the silent treatment forever?” he finally asked, looking up at you again.

“Are you going to stop putting yourself into mortal danger?” you retorted.

Malcolm rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, wincing again as he pressed the frozen peas harder into his stomach.

“Can I see?” you asked, motioning to the gauze.

Malcolm nodded, beginning to unwrap it, you shook your head, stopping him, “I got it, you don’t need to hurt yourself more.”

Your hands replaced his as you gently unwrapped the gauze, it took a few layers before you could finally see skin, and when you did, your eyes widened.

His skin was covered in blue and purple bruises shaped liked poles, they made lines across his ribs. Not to mention to bruises on his shoulder and back as well. When you reached out to brush your fingers against them gently, Malcolm tensed, grabbing your hand.

“Sorry,” you muttered, looking up at him.

He smiled, letting go of your hand, “It looks a lot worse than it feels,” he told you.

“That’s utter bullshit,” you said, making him sigh.

“Can’t ever lie to you,” he sighed.

“That’s why you love me,” you joked, making Malcolm smile.

“Of course,” he said, leaning forward.

“I’m only kissing you because you’re hurt, I’m still mad,” you told him before pecking his lips softly.

“Mmhm,” Malcolm muttered, kissing you once more.

You smiled and pulled away, “Let me wrap you back up, and then I’ll make you something to eat.”

Malcolm nodded as you carefully rewrapped his torso in gauze. He went to the bedroom to put on some comfier clothes and you began making grilled cheese, one of the few things he actually ate.

When Malcolm came back after changing, he smiled widely when he saw what you were making, “You’re the best,” he told you, coming up behind you to kiss your cheek.

“I know,” you said with a laugh.

You were still mad at Malcolm, he was probably never going to learn his lesson, but you made sure to let him know that he was never going to live this one down.

A/N: Hey guys, sorry I haven’t written in a while, I’ve been insanely busy with school, but thankfully this semester is almost over! Hope you guys like this one and thank you to the person who requested it! Love you all! ~ Sara :)

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The devil within

Summary: Summer time is supposed to be fun and worried free right? Not when you live in Derry. The capital of kids going missing. But what could cause all these kids to go missing? I think it has something to do with the clown I keep seeing.

It was about 2:30 in the morning before Henry and I fell asleep. Then it was close to 9 until we woke up. When I woke up I noticed that Henry had his arm around me. “Are you feeling any better today Henry?” I asked him. “I’m still a bit sore is all” Henry said as he took his arm off of me and sat up. “I can go get you some medicine if you want any.” I said. “It’s okay I know what it is.” Henry said getting up from my bed. I got up and walked out of my room to go get something to drink. Henry followed behind me. We both walked into kitchen as Henry went to go get some medicine I got him something to drink. “Does Belch know you’re here so he knows to come here to pick you up so you four can do god knows what today?” I asked sitting down at my family’s island. “Yeah I texted him last night. He should be here soon. Are you going to hang out with those losers today?” Henry asked. “I might or I might just hang around my house today I haven’t decided.” I said. “You can always hang out with us.” Henry said. “And have Patrick feel me up. Now I love you, Belch and Vic but Patrick pushes it.” I said. Henry let out a laugh. “Yeah I guess you’re right. Tell you’re folks I said thank for letting me stay the night.” Henry said. “They said that you to keep saying thank you. They would let you stay anytime and you know that.” I said. “I know. I just.” Henry said. “You just like it better at my house than your own.” I said. Henry looked at me and sadly nodded. “You know if want wanted to stay here permanently my parents would be more than happy to go to court to become your legal guardians.” I said. “I know but I don’t know what my dad will do.” Henry said. “Well if the judge grants my parent’s custody there’s nothing he can do.” I said. “I’ll think about it.” Henry said. “Okay and we don’t have to mention this to my parents until you make up your mind if you want.” I said. “Yeah I would like that.” Henry said as the sound of horn rang out. “I guess that would be Belch.” I said. “Yeah that’s him. I’ll see you later y/n.” Henry said as he came over and gave me a hug. “See you later Henry.” I said hugging him back. I watch as Henry pulled away from the hug and made his way out of my house. When I heard the door close I let out a sigh. I grabbed my drink from off the island as I got up from my seat and from seat and made my way back to my room get changed. As I was getting changed I heard my phone start to ring. I rushed over to see who it was. It was Stan. I unplug it from the charger bring it up to my ear as I answered it. “Hey Stan what’s up?” I asked. “I just wanted to make sure you are still coming?” Stan asked. ‘Yeah sure. Just let me finish getting ready. Where did you want to meet?” I asked. “I’ll just swing by your place.” Stan said. “Sounds good just head this way in ten minutes.” I said. “Alright see you soon Y/n.” Stan said. “See you later.” I said as I hung up.

I quickly finished getting ready so once Stan got here when go just go meet with Bill, Richie, Eddie. Since I was almost ready when Stan called I quickly got a small backpack with some first aid stuff and other stuff like that in case I need to help with any of the guys. I also put some water bottles in my bag but that time I heard a knock at my door. “Coming!” I yelled. I put my backpack on as I put my phone in my back pocket on my shorts as I went to answer the door even though I already knew it was Stan. When I opened the door I saw that Stan was waiting on me. “You ready?” Stan asked. “Yeah. Where are we meeting the others?” I asked. “They want us to meet them at Eddie’s house.” Stan said. “Alright as long as we don’t have to go in his house I’m all for it.” I said. “What you don’t you think you and Eddie are meant to be.” Stan said. “Oh very funny I don’t know why she’s trying to make me and Eddie to become a thing.” I said. “Honestly you’re guest is as good as mine. But you seem to be the only girl she seems to like hanging around Eddie. Which I don’t know you’re as bad as Richie maybe worse.” Stan said. I flipped him off. “Are we going to go or what.” I said starting to walk off my porch. “Yeah let’s go.” Stan said following me.

I got on Stan’s bike behind him putting my hands on his shoulders as he started to pedal to Eddie’s house. I didn’t have a buke of my own and haven’t for a while I preferred to walk or run. But when I was hanging out with the guys I usually rode with Stan or Bill. Neither of the two mind. I think that they are just waiting for me to get my license so I could drive them. Richie though would be the only one to just straight out admits it. The others say that it’s not the main reason but I know and I’m not upset at it. Anyways the ride to get to Eddie’s house from mine was only about five minutes. When we pulled up Richie, Eddie and Bill were on their bikes waiting for us. “It’s about time the two of you showed up.” Richie said. “Oh shut up. We’re here aren’t we?” I asked. “Yeah and we have been waiting for hours.” Richie said. “Oh have you now?” I asked. “Yes we have.” Richie said. “Cut the bullshit Richie how long have you guys really been waiting?” I asked. “Maybe five minutes maybe less.” Eddie said. “Thank you Eddie now can we go.” I said. The other three boys nodded and then we started to ride the bike through Derry to go check the sewers for Georgie. I knew that we weren’t going to find anything but I didn’t dare to say anything like that in front of Bill. Because he was so sure that Georgie was just going to show back up. But I have seen enough criminal minds and crime show to know if a kid isn’t found in the first 24 hours that it was never a good sign and Georgie has been missing for almost ten months so odd are he’s dead.

We stopped near one of the many entrances to the sewer. I hopped off of Stan bike as he got the kick stand down. Richie and Bill started to walk into the sewer while Stan, Eddie and I waited outside of the entrance. I could overhear Stan asking Eddie if something was poison ivy. “I don’t know I guess.” Eddie said. “That’s poison ivy. And that’s poison ivy. And that’s poison ivy.” Stan said as he pointed to every plant he saw and none of them were poison ivy. “Where? Where’s the poison ivy?” Eddie asked slightly freaking out. “Nowhere. Not every fucking plant is poison ivy Stanley.” Richie said. “Yeah Stan I told my dad that we were going to be around this area and if there was poison ivy around here he would have told me for us not to be around here. “What exactly did you tell him?” Richie asked. “Just that we might go to the quarry.” I said shrugging. “Okay I’m starting to get itchy now and I’m pretty sure this is not good for my.” Eddie said. “Do you use the same bathroom as your mother?” Richie asked. “Sometimes yeah.” Eddie said. “Then you probably have crabs.” Richie said.  “That’s so not funny.” Eddie said. Richie turned to look at the three of us. “Aren’t you guys coming in?” Richie asked. “Well I wasn’t given much of a notice that we were coming to the sewers or else I would have worn my boots and not my vans. I don’t want them to smell like shit tipping off my dad to where we really where so I’m passing.” I said. “Uh-uh. It’s greywater.” Eddie said motioning to the water. “What the hell’s greywater?” Richie asked. It’s basically piss and shit. So I’m just telling you- you guys are splashing around in millions of gallons of Derry pee. So.” Eddie said as he started to go off. Richie then grabbed a stick swishing it around the water that bringing it up to his nose to smell it. “Are you serious? What are you.” Eddie said. “Doesn’t smell like caca to me senor.” Richie said in a bad Spanish accent. “Okay I can smell that from here.” Eddie said. “It’s probably just your breath wafting back into your face.” Richie said. “Have you ever heard of a staph infection?” Eddie asked losing it. “Oh I’ll show you a staff infection.” Richie said motioning the stick towards Eddie. “That is so unsanitary. You’re literally. This is literally like swimming inside a toilet bowl right now. Have you ever heard of Listeria?” Eddie said as Richie had picked up a pair of shorts with the stick and threw them at Eddie. Which made Eddie scream as he dodged them. “Are you retarded? You’re the reason we’re in this position right now.” Eddie said. “Guys!” Bill yelled shutting Eddie up as he turned around. I saw that he now had a shoe in his hand. “Shit. Don’t tell me that’s.” Stan said. “No. Georgie wore galoshes.” Bill said as Richie walked forward to Bill to see who’s shoe it was. “Who’s sneaker is it?” Eddie asked. “It’s Betty Ripsom’s.” Richie said. “Oh shit. Oh god. Oh fuck! I don’t like this.” Eddie said. “How do you think Betty feels? Running around these tunnels with only one frickin shoe?” Richie said as he started hopping on one foot. Then he saw that none of us were laughing with him. “What if she’s still here?” Stan asked. Bill and Richie turned around as they started to walk further into the sewers. “Eddie come on!” Richie said. “My mom will have an aneurysm if she finds out the we’re playing down here. I’m serious. Bill?” Eddie said. “If.. If I was Betty Ripsom I would want us to find me. Georgie too.” Bill said. Now I was debating on if want wanted to go in now or not. “What if I don’t want to find them? I mean no offense Bill but I don’t want to end up like.. I don’t want to go missing either.” Eddie said. Eddie came closer to saying Georgie but he had stopped himself. “He has a point.” Stan said. “You too?” Bill asked. “It’s summer. We’re supposed to be having fun. This isn’t fun. This is scary and disgusting.” Stan said as something large splashed in the water behind making us all jump. I looked behind us to see Ben from school. He was soaked to the bone and bleeding. “Holy shit! What happened to you?” Richie asked as he and Bill walked out of the sewer. He looked over to us and the look he gave just asked for us to help him. “Stan Eddie help him to this rock.” I said as I pointed to a rock big enough of him to sit on. As Stan and Eddie went to go help him I went over kneel down in front of the rock as I took off my backpack and started to take out the stuff I brought.

As Stan and Eddie helped Ben sit down on the rock I put my hair up in a ponytail. I gave him some medicine and one of the water bottles. Ben took them from me. I took another one of the water bottles and poured some on a piece of gauze. I started to clean his bloody nose. “So what happened?” I asked as I started to clean the other small cuts on his face. “I ran into Henry.” Ben said. “Got it. Did he just give you a bloody nose?” I said knowing that I would have to talk to him about this later. “Um no.” Ben said as he looked down. “What else?” I asked. Ben lifts his shirt to show that Henry had craved an H into his stomach. I could hear the other boys wince. I started to looked through my stuff. I noticed that I was out of rubbing alcohol so I could clean it. “We need to take him into town so I can go get some more rubbing alcohol so I can get this. “You heard the lady gentleman let’s go.” Richie said. “Don’t worry Ben I’ll get you fixed up and this will stay just between the six of us alright.” I said as I put my stuff in my backpack.

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[deathsshadow]

I gasped and forced my eyes open, taking in the sun shining through the half-blinded windows, the lights throwing shadows off the dozens of boxes littering my room. Groaning I rubbed my forehead, clearing sleep and the dark mat of hair out of my eyes before wrestling the tangled mess of blankets from my body and made my way to the adjoining bathroom.

The sudden shock of cold water woke me up and brought me fully back to reality. I stared at the mirror for a few minutes, just talking in my pale complexion. My black hair still fell across my forehead and I had to move it back to look at my face, at my eyes. My whole life I’d been told I looked like my father and they were right, except for my eyes. They were my mother’s, one of the many strange things I had inherited from her.

One of my eyes was a bright crystal blue while the other was what she used to call ‘ghost grey’, a blue that was so pale it was almost translucent. For most of my childhood she forced me to wear contacts, “to avoid suspicion” she always said, but I never knew why. Right now the lenses rested in their case on the sink, never used. Once I turned fifteen I figured I was old enough to just not care what people think of me.

Also on the sink were my variations of meds: pills for depression and to help with sleep and some sort of experimental thing that was supposed to help with ‘hallucinations’. I huffed at the thought but reached for the cartons anyway, taking a few of each and gulping them down with a mouthful of water even though I knew they wouldn’t help. Sighing I twisted the caps back on before just tossing them into the bin, I’d tell dad I lost them during the move and we might even find a stronger type later, besides this prescription was about to run out anyway.

Throwing on the only clean clothes I had that weren’t already packed I made my way downstairs. Dad was already in the kitchen, sitting at the table with a newspaper in his hand and a coffee cup in front of him. The kitchen like my room was full of boxes.

“Morning Sal,” dad said not even glancing up from the paper, his hand instinctively reaching for the coffee in front of him.

“Morning,” I replied, taking the opposite seat at the small wooden table, eyeing the cup hopefully, “can I have some coffee?”

My father sipped his drink before regarding me, “did you take your medicine?”

“Yes,” I told him truthfully

“Then no,” he said simply finishing the drink, “you know what caffeine does to you while on your meds.”

I sighed and went to pour myself a bowl of cereal. Back at the table however my appetite left after one small bite so I just sat there and watched the flakes go soft in the milk. Finally dad finished the paper and folded it, placing it on the table beside him, only then did he actually look at me and took in my pale appearance.

sighing he leant forwards and laced his fingers together, “bad night?”

i shrugged, trying to act casually about it and stirred the spoon around my untouched breakfast, “just tired. all this packing.”

dad sighed again before smiling, reaching over to ruffle my hair, an action he hadn’t done since i was a child.

“it’ll be okay kid,” he promised, “once we head out we can start a new life. things will get better, you’ll see.”

after that he got up and made his way over to the sink, preparing to wash up the dishes. I waited a few minutes before finally caving in under my overwhelming feelings. Sighing i slouched back in my seat.

“I dreamt about mum last night,” I admitted, my voice cracking halfway through my sentence as an unwanted tear welled in the corner of my eye.

The clatter of plates caused me to glance up. Dad stood paralysed, hands in the sink, the dishes left forgotten. He had his back towards me but i could easily feel his emotions, the same feelings was currently running through me as well.

Finally after a few more fretful minutes he turned to glance back at my slumped form. He sighed and pulled the plug before running his wet, soap covered fingers through his hair and dried his hands on a tea-towel, then refilled his cup with fresh coffee.

“here,” he said, placing it down in front of me, “you look like you need it.”

i stared up at him with as much shock as i could force my tired face to show, “but… what about my meds?”

he shrugged, “well, they don’t seem to be working anyway, so…”

at this i practically grabbed hold of the mug and downed half the drink, ignoring the liquid as it burned my throat. as soon as it hit my stomach however a sudden flash blinded my vision, scenes from my past and even worse things flashing by in fast precision, a ringing buzz filling my head. Gasping out in pain i pressed my shaking hands against my temples as the buzzing became horrid screams. suddenly my stomach lurched and i rushed to the slowly draining sink, emptying both the caffeine and useless tablets out of my system. that was when i reminded myself that i just hated coffee.

bringing myself back i wiped my mouth clear with a hand, feeling the sweat trickle down my neck. i could hear dad sighing in the background.

“maybe next time,” he said as i turned to face him. slowly he cleared his throat, fidgeting slightly under my accusing gaze before adding, “speaking of which, shouldn’t you go say goodbye to Toby? it’ll be a while till you get to see him again.”

His question forced me back to the current situation. Sighing i lowered my head and, nodding sadly, made my way to the backdoor. this was one of the things i was dreading, having to say goodbye to a good friend. one of my only friends...

...

He spotted me the moment i exited the door. Giving a happy bark the large black hound bounded forwards, only to be pulled back by the heavy chain holding him down. Whimpering he sat back and scratched irritably at the shabby red collar.

Smiling sadly at his pathetic expression i closed the door, making my way over to unclip him. The moment he was untied he gave a loud yelp of excitement and bowled me over, forcing me down easily. I gave a genuine laugh and pushed him back just enough to sit up, scratching him behind the ears. He whined happily and tilted his head back against my palm, staring at me with his mix-matched eyes.

I had Toby ever since i was a kid, my auntie got him for me for my twelfth birthday. None of us knew what breed he was, some kind of cross-mix by the look of him. He was large and dark, with thick fur, pointed ears and a long bony tail. But the main reason my aunt got him for me was because of his eyes, they were just like mine, blue and grey. shiny and bright.

“Hey bud, it’s good to see you too,” i laughed as he licked my hand and then my cheek.

Smiling i pushed him back again so i could wipe my face clear. As the minutes drifted by my expression started to slip. Giving a small sigh i placed a hand against the dog’s head. He whimpered instantly at the touch, probably picking up on my emotions.

“Listen bud,” i muttered, placing both hands along his long head, forcing us to make eye-contact, “I’m going to go away for a while and i... won’t be able to bring you with me...”

He gave another sad whimper like he understood what i was saying and once again i could feel tears welling in my good eye. Wiping them quickly away i wrapped both arms around him, pulling him close for a hug.

“... I’m going to miss you...”

“— don’t worry, we’ll take good care of him.”

Sniffing I glanced up, shocked but not entirely surprised by the sudden voice.

She was standing in the shadow of the house, leaning confidently against the wall, which was probably why i hadn’t noticed her sooner. She was wearing ripped, faded blue jeans covered entirely in brightly coloured paint and marker stains, a long purple t-shirt and a short black coat. Her spiky black hair was cut short and styled in a way that i could only describe as punk-ish. She had a wide smile on her face.

Smiling back at her i wiped my eyes clear.

“Thanks Ace,” i muttered quietly.

Her smile widened at my response.

My cousin, who’s actual name is Ashley White, was exactly what I should have been, what i wished i had been, having inherited the Prince’s family genetics. Although both our hair was raven, a black so dark and shiny in was almost blue, she had been lucky enough to also inherit those bright emerald eyes, and the normality of sight that came with it.

Although i was admittedly a little jealous of this i never actually resented her, in-fact it was the exact opposite. I loved her. She was the best cousin i could have ever hoped for. Even if she was a little annoying at times...

Stepping out of the shadows she crossed her arms and studied me, tilting her head to the side.

“You look terrible,” she shot out, her words dripping with sarcasm

“...very funny...” i muttered, stroking my pet’s head.

She smiled before dropping the act, becoming the true caring and loving girl i knew. Making her way over she knelt down beside me.

“I’m serious,” she said, actually sounding like it, tucking her hands under her knees, “what’s wrong?”

It took a few minutes for me to say anything, but I’ve never lied to her and holding something back, keeping silent when i was hurting, too me at least was the same as lying. i sighed and gave in.

“I had the dream again,” i admitted, staring blankly off into nothing.

Ace’s eyes widened and her face went pale, but she shifted closer as if i had just informed her on some sort of secret, like a child finding out about a hidden birthday present.

“Was it there?” She asked, “i mean, like... did you see it?”

I nodded, absently running my fingers through the dog’s thick, black fur, “i did. Clearer than ever...”

Climbing to her feet she grabbed hold of my hand, “come on, let’s go to my room. Then you can tell me in detail.”

Nodding i followed her up, re-clipping the ratted old collar back on and saying a hurried, and final, goodbye to Toby.

...

The door to Ace’s room was always kept closed for her privacy and no one was allowed in without her permission, whether she was in the room or not. A plaque on the door read: ASHLEY WHITE’S ROOM DO NOT ENTER, but someone (Ace) had gone over it with red paint and had written: ACE’S.

I snickered a little at the sight, remembering how that whole scenario came about. That name had come around when we were kids, playing our own make-believe version of cards seeing as we were too young to have learned the original rules. She was always trying to hide things, but her smile always gave her away. When i called her out on it she snickered in a way she thought was evil and threw down her hand-made card.

“Bam, ace of fours. I win!”

I snorted at her failed scheme and scolded her, saying that an ace of four wasn’t even a real card. She pulled a face and muttered: “what-ever...” and ever since then it had become a sort of nick-name.

Slowly i brought myself back to the present as Ace pushed her door open. Flicking on the light she nodded for me to enter...

Entering her room was like entering an art studio, it was wrong to even think about calling it a bedroom. From floor to ceiling, even littered along the floor, were hundreds if not thousands of paintings, sketches, drawings, you name it. If someone was to mention something about one of her drawings she’d only scoff and say that it wasn’t even her best work, but i knew better. She had basic sketches that looked as if they could have been taken from an art museum. Even her worst was better than anything i ever drew.

Ace motioned me over to her bed and I obediently sat, curling my feet up silently. Making her way over to her overflowing desk she slipped out a large folio and a broken stick of charcoal. Slowly she flipped through the pages, looking for a clean slate. Each page she passed—much like the rest of her room— pictured a dark illustration of my nightmare. The black, horned shadow appearing to creep closer the more pages she turned.

Finally she found a blank page. Picking up her chunk of charcoal and a plain red pencil she asked me to recite my dreams to her. Tucking my knees up under my chin i obeyed, allowing the faint sounds of drawing to put me under a sort of trance.

The minuets blurred together as i spoke, eyes shut tight as the memories flooded through my mind. Then came the loud, sudden snap of the charcoal that forced me out of my nightmare back to the present, the creature’s glowing red eyes still burning through my retinas.

I sat there, curled up and shivering as Ace blew away the excess charcoal dust, brushing at the page almost lovingly to made sure it didn’t smudge. not once did she turn back to look at me. I didn’t mind, I actually appreciated the few minutes free time, giving me the chance to wipe the invisible tears and calm myself from the relived fright.

Finally she raised the page up to admire her art, the evil stare of the beast glowing right off the page, the blood red gaze so lifelike it was like it was staring right at me. I shuddered at the thought and turned away, re-closing my eyes. Unfortunately Ace took notice of my movement and turned to face me with a look that almost resembled guilt. She placed the page back down and made like she was going to say something when she was interrupted by the sudden, almost reassuring voice of her mother calling out to us.

“Salazar? Ashley? Are you there? The moving van’s here. Let’s go!”

We both let out a breath at the same time. I had no idea what Ace was sighing about, but i was sighing out of relief at not having to keep that image in my head any longer. Putting on a smile she slipped her drawing into a drawer and got up to walk over to me. Giving a small nod i joined her and together we left her room.

[nautiscarader]

This is a sequel to my last Yumalia fic (x), inspired by a comment by ZekkKiray:  

Fun fact: I actually sped-wrote it the same day, but then realised it was kinda similar to one other story, so I decided to change it. Sorry it took so long. 

Yumalia, E

(Ao3)

With falling water roaring around him, Yugo remember faintly the first time he bathed in the royal bathroom of the Sadida palace. He also remembered what was on his mind back then, and when he looked down, his fantasy became a reality.

As a fierce Sadida Queen, Amalia wouldn't bow to anyone else, so the sight of her on her knees was a satisfying one, especially with her mouth sealed around his cock. She was bobbing her head back and forth, unabashedly slobbering all over his manhood in the most un-princess-like fashion, even letting his hands push the back of her head just so that she could feel him hitting her throat.

And it was precisely what Amalia wanted.

For the last ten minutes, Amalia was pleasuring her husband, making sure that not an inch of his cock would remain unloved, kissing licking and gently sliding her teeth across his delicate skin, just to stimulate him a bit more. The last year or so taught her exactly what he liked, so it was no surprise that Yugo's knees became wobblier with each second of her oral treatment, and soon his voice started giving clear signs of his oncoming weakness.

With her heavenly, wet mouth around his cock and her frisky eyes fixed at him, Yugo couldn't take it anymore. He cried Amalia's name and spilled his cum, first inside her mouth, just so she can get his taste and smell, and then, as he pushed her head against his crotch, into her belly, to make it slightly easier for her.

With his head thrown to his back, he could suddenly understand what Amalia might be feeling right now, as water from the waterfall flooded his mouth, and only after about a solid minute, Amalia pushed herself from her husband's cock, taking a much needed breath of air.

She waited for a while to make his senses come back to him, and when that happened, he found her standing next to him, with just one small glob of his cum clinging to her lips which she promptly swallowed.

- I didn't spill any of it this time, did I? - No, you didn't. - Amalia smiled and kissed him, letting the water cool their heated bodies.

Just under a year ago, Amalia found Yugo, just a visitor back then, standing naked in her own bathroom, with his hand around his cock, spilling his seed while he muttered her name. And from that moment onward, Amalia made sure that every single drop of his essence would always belong to her. Though she joked at the time about her people treating every seed as sacred, it gave them many ideas on how to spice their bedroom life, with Yugo not wanting to enrage the wrath of the Sadida princess, or as he should call her now, Sadida queen.

As their kiss deepened, a thought reawakened inside Amalia's mind, and when she let go of her lover, she decided it was perfect time to bring this up.

- Actually, Yugo, I've been thinking. - she blushed - I have never punished you for that crime you've committed, have I? - I told you, Ami, it was an accident! - Yugo smiled - And yes, I had to portal myself inside, but back then I didn't know that the door only open to your magic! - You keep saying that... - Amalia dragged her finger across his chest. - But speaking of your punishment... - Ami, I think you have punished me several times. Last week comes to mind... - his voice became somewhat meeker, as he suddenly remembered the sharp pain of her magical vine in his ass. - Oh, I'm not talking about that.

Amalia stepped out of the pool, covering her body with a leafy towel her husband handed her and helped tie behind her back.

- I'm talking about the seed you have wasted on the walls, thinking of me. - What-what do you mean? - Yugo stuttered at the sudden reminiscence of his shameful act. - I'm saying that it's time your seed would take root in a proper, fertile ground.

She smiled and stepped towards him, just so she can see how his eyes widen as she spoke her words and the understanding hit him.

- A-Amalia... Are you saying you-you are...

His eyes gravitated towards her belly, but her hand swiftly pushed his chin up.

- No, not yet, silly. I've been taking my potions rather diligently ever since that night... - she shied away for a moment - But it's just about to run out, and I've had this thought...

She sat on the rocky brink of their bathhouse, her hands still in his, just so she could feel his increased pulse.

- In three days time Spring will begin, and it's a big holiday for my people... - Yeah, I remember last time I visited your kingdom, there was this huge feast and all... - Yes, but it's more than that. In spring natures wakes up to life. - she spoke calmly - Don't you think... it would be a perfect moment for us to try?

In a split of a second, Yugo was on his knees, kissing her hands, chest and belly, undoing the same towel he helped tying around her.

- Ami, that's... That would be wonderful. - he beamed. - I thought so. - Amalia smiled, and burst into giggles, finally letting go of her royal composure - Oh, Yugo, I've been trying to say that for so long, I just... I didn't know how you'd react. - Are you kidding? I'd love to be a dad. Though...

His mood was suddenly overshadowed by familiar shroud of doubt, the same one that nearly broke her heart a few years back, when they first kissed and addressed the differences in their biology. He looked at her, knowing the same, painful memories have reawakened inside her mind, and he was quick to tighten his grip on her, reaffirming his love for her that once he was so unsure about.

- ...would I... would I even be able to? - he looked up at her, finding her beautiful face stricken with the same uncertainty. - Well... This is why I chose that date. And it is common for couples who want to make sure they conceive to make love in the Sadida glades, and one is just outside the castle's limits... - I don't think I've ever seen it. - Well, no, it's a sacred place... - Amalia smiled - Perfect for what we're about to do. And I've brewed myself a fertility potion. Again, that usually helps women who can't get pregnant, and I hope that in our case it will-

But she didn't got to finish her sentence, as his lips pressed against her, drowning her worries in a long, soothing kiss.

- I know it will work, Ami. - he smiled, as his hands reached to coil around her naked body again, quickly positioning themselves on her butt. - Ah, ah, Yugo, I don't want to have any false starts. - she scolded him - You will have to wait. - A-Ami... - Yugo whimpered when Amalia pushed him gently away - The satisfaction would taste better if you wait. - she smiled - Besides...

Yugo yelped when her hand sneaked underneath the discarded towel and brushed his testicles.

- I want to make sure you will gather your forces for the next three days. You will have quite a fortress to conquer.

She kissed him, feeling the impatience through his skin. Her towel fell to the floor, and the Sadida queen marched naked towards their bedroom, practically feeling his stare on her naked thighs. She loved teasing him, and she knew she has just created the worst torture so far. And yet, she knew he will succeed.

The next days were indeed troubling for Yugo. She found him meditating on the top of their castle, or under the same waterfall, concentrating on the Wakfu around him. She jokingly asked if he was going to count every life particle around him, and he half-jokingly replied that he would. With Spring, he felt more and more life around him, his Eliatrope senses attuned to the energy flow. But there was something else in the air, something he wasn't that well-adversed in: the enticing smell, especially when Amalia was around. Was it just a coincidence with her perfumes, or was her scent a sign she was ready? It made Yugo's blood boil, especially during long council meetings, and he would gladly jump to his feet and take her right there, in front of everyone, just to satisfy his itch...

Oddly enough, nights were the easiest, though Amalia had equally bad time staying abstinent with Yugo's hard cock pressed against her naked bum whenever he would spoon her. She hoped her medicine would work, since after all no one really knew if the two can have children. She even asked Master Jorris, a man who has seen more than any of her advisors, and he wasn't able to answer her.

When the day of the Spring equinox arrived, Yugo started the day with his usual portal training, giving the chance for Amalia to see his fit body as it flew around the courtyard, appearing and disappearing from the blue holes in reality he was creating at will. His trainings with Adamai made him a true master of his magic, Amalia thought, as she continued planning today's feast at sunset with her two servants.

When the sun has set, the same courtyard became brimming with people all gathering to celebrate their goddess, in a series of dances and songs. The firefly lanterns bathe the entire place with warm light, even when the skies became dark. Sitting next to Amalia, Yugo kept nervously looking at her, and his behaviour has not been unnoticed.

- Ami... - he pleadingly whispered into her ear - I can't... I can't keep it up... I need you...

His hand moved underneath the table to thigh, sliding up her dress, and his hunger only deepened when he realised she wasn't wearing any underwear.  

- Just a few more minutes, Yugo. - she replied - By the way, drink up, I might have given you something extra.

She smiled and poured more of the sweet juice from the flask into his cup. In a single gulp, Yugo drank the content, counting each second until the end of the song. And when the music stopped, the two started clapping first, as Amalia dressed her people, thanking them for their attendance.

The tradition would dictate that the two hosts would help cleaning up after the party, but both of them knew they didn't have time for that. Giving him a knowing look, Amalia grabbed her husband's hand and led him into the forest, already feeling his rugged breath on her shoulder, and his hands on her waist, wondering if they will reach the place, or would Yugo's libido take over him sooner.

- Just... just a moment...

Before Yugo knew, they were standing in front of a thick leafy wall, which Amalia has parted with her magic at once, allowing the two to sneak inside. And even with his mind consumed by lust, Yugo had to stop and marvel at the idyllic place that was kept from sight; the circular glad was filled with blooming plants and small brooks, flowing from rocky mounds. Despite the late time, birds chirped in the canopy above them, and in the center of the glade rose the wooden statue of Sadida, made by no doubt with her people's magic.

- Wow... that's beautiful, Ami. - My mother made it. And I've added a detail or two myself...

She replied to him from the side, and only then Yugo realised that his better half has been absent from him for quite a while. And when he turned, he understood why.

Her beautiful dress lay on the ground, as Amalia lied on a mound of moss, perfectly shaped for her, accentuating her every curve she showed him with her welcoming pose. Though he was flabbergasted by her beauty, he nonetheless traversed the length to the makeshift bed in seconds, losing most of his clothes on the way, and found himself in her arms when he opened his eyes next, her lips already kissing his.

The bedding underneath them responded to their frantic moves, just like Yugo expected. It wasn't the first time the two made love on magical plants, and this one seemed to understand their needs, accommodating its surface to better host the two lovers.

Yugo began with kisses, traversing from Amalia's lips, through her chest, already imagining how her breasts would look like if they were swollen with milk, but he ventured down, lured by the alluring, impossible to resist smell and when he found himself between her legs, his senses were overloaded with a primal, needy aroma that was strengthened by the sap-like, thick juices oozing from Amalia's sex.

One lick of Yugo's tongue made him hungry for more, and with his hands on her thighs, he continued lapping the sweet nectar overflowing from her sex, in a clear sign of her readiness. and with each lick, Amalia let out a moan, high above his head, preventing her from speaking coherently.

- Yu-Yu-Yugo! = she grabbed his hat - Li-Licking me wo-won't make it... - I'm sorry, Ami - he spoke from between her thighsm, his mouth pressed against her sex - It's stronger than me.

His voice vibrated against her folds and made Amalia spring her legs up, just to ease her husband way to her sex, but he was relentless, and continued his work, with a clear aim in sight of licking her dry. of course, he knew it was impossible, and the thick layer of lubricant would help him, but with each dive of his tongue, Amalia's moans were becoming deeper and deeper, until the Sadida Queen wailed and thrashed against the leafy bed, flooding Yugo's mouth with her juices.

He waited until she'd regain her senses, and only then took his regal, blue clothes and used it to wipe her fluids from his face.

- I guess I better take it off, it's a bit dirty...

Watching as her eyes widen, he took of his shirt, but when he saw her again, her fingers already dug into his pants and boxers, just so she can disrobe him in one, quick swoop. Amalia gasped when her eyes lay on her husband's cock, as if she saw it for the first time. She cupped his testicles, practically feeling his love for her brimming underneath his skin.

Their lips found each other, and Yugo gently lay her back down, assuming a position between her legs. But then Amalia broke the kiss and addressed him.

- There's one more thing...

Amalia reached and yanked Yugo's hat from his head, exposing his ethereal, Wakfu antlers, which only added to the surreal lighting filling the glade.

- As I said, Sadida favours being au naturel...

Her legs locked behind his back, and her arms tightened their grip on his shoulders.

- And I want to be sure I'm being knocked up by the king of the Eliatropes...

She watched as Yugo's eyes widened a bit when she spoke these words, and responding to what would happen in a moment, she raised her hips slightly, giving just a fraction of advantage. And indeed, next second, she let out a loud cry, at the same time as a deep, animalistic groan escaped his when his hips began working into her. With her legs flailing behind him, he was not making love to her, but rutting her, with one primal need on his mind, and one she could read from his eyes.

She has seen this look in his eyes, when he was battling his opponents, the one of desire and determination, and the knowledge that she was gonna be defeated tonight was a captivating one.

Yugo knew they were alone, and yet, he wouldn't mind if the entire party watched them, because for now, his mind was concentrated only on one person underneath him, her mesmerising eyes fixated at him. Their joined bodies moved in unison, making the leafy bed rustle more and more with each of Yugo's powerful thrusts.

But that wasn't enough for him. The agile Eliatrope jumped from his knees to his feet, towering over her, with his antlers making him look much taller and intimidating. He grabbed her thighs and unceremoniously pressed her legs against her body, exposing her wet sex, before he rammed himself inside her again, this time in a near-vertical fashion, driving Amalia crazy.

- Yes! Yes, Yugo! - she encouraged him, knowing he was just inches from his climax - Come on, gi-give everything you've got to me!

She watched his face get torn with grimaces, and then, just as he was about to come, she saw it once more: the same doubt he had before, burdened by the differences between their races, with all the future consequences...

Amalia had to act quickly. Though in her position it was a bit difficult, she cupped his face and kissed him, just so she can address him directly, as if there was a chance he was listening to someone else.

- Yugo, my love... Put a bun in my oven... After all, you are a baker's son...

And that has done it.

Crying her name one last time, Yugo hilted himself deep inside her, as far as his modest length could, and though he wished he could look her in the eyes, he threw his head back, almost in recoil of the flood of cum that erupted from the tip of his cock.

Amalia let out a cry in preparation of the familiar feeling of streams of his cum, thickened by the few days of abstinence that would paint her walls and hit against the entrance to her womb. She was ready to cry more praises towards Yugo, just to make sure to wrangle each and every strand of seed from him, but then she realised she wasn't feeling any of that.

Instead, she felt his warmth bathing parts of her body much, much deeper than he has ever done, a feat she though was impossible.

She opened her eyes, unable to comprehend her situation, and saw a new, flirtatious smirk on his face, fighting with his orgasmic grimaces every time his hips bucked, delivering more of his potency, showing that without any doubt he was in control of it, even thouh she didn't know how.

For the longest time, Amalia was still in the dark, her confusion only strengthened by her post-orgasmic bliss. Though Yugo certainly wasn't short, his manhood wasn't impressive enough to reach her womb. More importantly, she knew it wouldn't be a pleasurable experience, as evident by one tale from Eva about her husband's monstrous cock. And just when she was about to ask him, she looked at his right hand, not coiled underneath her, or residing on her hips, but held in a very precise, odd position, with his finger twitching every few seconds.

And when their eyes met again, she understood what he has done

At the same time, the two lovers looked at her underbelly, pulsing with each batch of cum Yugo delivered into her womb, as well as glowing faintly blue from the two minuscule portals he created inside her a moment ago.

Performing the most precise act of Eliatrope magic of his life, Yugo ensured that his seed would be sown exactly where Amalia wanted, bypassing the treacherous way his sperm would normally have to traverse. As his finger twitched, the exit portal moved the swollen tip of his cock from left to right, making sure that each side of her womb would get equal portion of his seed, as neither of them would know from which one would she release her egg... And it was that knowledge that pushed Amalia over her edge once more and into Yugo's arms, where his lips were already waiting for her.

The couple collapsed onto the moss bed, twitching from their climaxes and the knowledge of their scared union finally being cemented.

- Yugo... - Amalia whispered through tears, unable to contain herself - That... that was... - What can I say... There is a reason bakers use peels to put the loaves deep inside the oven. - Yugo smiled modestly -  Though my dad was always using his shovel for that... - And you have certainly shovelled your way in there....

She kissed him again, her legs automatically locking behind his back, still driven by the fear that some of his seed might escape her, even though at this point it was near impossible.

- So... uh, Ami, how-how long will it take- - I was gonna say hours or even days... Some couples try for weeks, especially if they don't know when the ovulation would occur. But with you...

She looked deep inside his brown eyes, held his hand, moved it over to her still pulsating underbelly and spoke exactly what he needed to hear.

- ...I wouldn't be surprised if it happened already. - Ami... - But let's assume I didn't take my fertility potion, we didn't make love naked in a glade dedicated to a goddess of nature and fertility, on the first day of Spring, and you haven't poured your seed directly into my womb with your freaky alien eliatrope magic, and let's just spend a week in here bonking like two horny wabbits.

For once, with a beaming smile, Yugo took the initiative; he kissed her, grabbed his lover by her waist and effortlessly flipped Amalia around, putting her on all fours, just so he can once more see the alluring, thick translucent strands of liquid heat between her legs, proving without any shadow of a doubt she was fertile. For a moment, Amalia wished he didn't use his portal magic to seal his seed safely in her womb, just so she can show him it overflowing from her pussy to the ground, when he spread her twitching folds.

The tip of his cock brushed her opening, when the Eliatrope stopped, and with a breaking voice, he gasped and spoke to her.

- Amalia... I-I love you. - he spoke wiping away a tear. - I love you too, Yugo. - she spoke, turning around. - Are you ready? - Y-Yeah...

Yugo tightened the grip on her thighs, adoring her scrumptious thighs, her submissively arched back and savouring the moan that escaped Amalia's lips when he slid himself inside her welcoming folds again.

And as he continued rutting her, he pondered the meaning of Amalia's question. Because when he closed his eyes a minute ago, he saw something he never thought he would.

With his Eliatrope sight, he saw millions of dimmed particles of his Wakfu in Amalia's womb, each supplying only a fraction of life energy her body was giving. And then, suddenly, amidst that dull pool of background noise, his vision was filled with a tiny explosion of light, burning as brightly as the sun, when one of his seeds have found its fertile counterpart, forming a new life. Yugo gasped, as he understood he might have been the only father in the World of Twelve privileged enough to see that happening live. And then, mere seconds after that, he saw it happening again, this time on the other side, which made him lose his air in his lungs. Twins; one boy, one girl, one Eliatrope, one Sadida, he saw and felt at once. He didn't know if he, and more importantly, Amalia, was ready for that.

But her voice has reassured him about it.

For now, the two had a blissful week ahead of them, and maybe, just maybe, if Amalia asks him nicely enough, he might tell her what lies ahead. After all, it's not often that the father knows it before the mother.