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sleepymarimo · 1 year ago

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𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕣!

summary: the first time you make their heart skip a beat, w/ monster trio + law! pairing(s): luffy x gn!reader, zoro x gn!reader, sanji x gn!reader, law x gn!reader cw: none! an: ahhhh idk how to feel about this one but i hope you enjoy :') 👐

luffy

there are a lot of things that get luffy's heart racing.

a good meal. a cool looking fish. a killer party. all of it makes this captain happy, because he revels in the adventure. he lives for the moment. he feels deeply and strongly, a trait that acts as a double edged sword.

like now, as a torrent of anger and worry swirl in his chest and weigh him down. he's running through some dense woods, bursting through trees and falling down hills, a look of determination on his face.

an enemy had managed to sneak up on the crew.

what's worse? they ran off. with you.

luffy doesn't think twice. he pushes through anything in his way for the sake of finding you before things got too rough. as he runs, he finds the enemy's actions cowardly. someone using you to draw him out makes him irritate. he doesn't care if he's falling into some trap; he'd deal with whatever was put in front of him so long as he could rescue you.

he's worried for your well being, of course he is. even though he can't see you, he can feel you. his observation haki lets him know how frightened you are, a fact that makes him all the more angry.

then finally, in the distance, he catches sight of you.

you're in a clearing, the enemy looming over you. they're raising a weapon in your direction, much too close.

luffy feels his blood boil. he grabs ahold of some trees, running backwards and preparing to launch himself in your direction as fast as he can. his rubber arms grow taut as he stretches, his mind set on rescuing you.

an annoyed huff leaves him when he hears the enemy taunting you, threatening your life and mocking your ambitions. it has luffy's anger rising, because there was no way he'd let your dreams get made fun of. by anyone.

his thoughts become hazy, his strong feelings taking hold of his actions.

then, luffy hears it. it's like a melody, absolute music to his ears.

your laugh.

ba-dum! ba-dum!

his head clears.

he can feel a big smile curling at his lips. his grin is all teeth, his eyes shining with equal parts pride and mischief. it's like a fire has been lit in his soul, like he's a toy that's just been wound up to the max.

even in your current predicament, even when you're utterly terrified, you have faith in yourself. in him.

if you can laugh, then so can he.

finally, he yells out his signature move, launching himself at the enemy and landing a punch so hard that it makes the air itself tremble.

"luffy!" you call with some tears prickling in your eyes, your limbs still shaky from the adrenaline. your smile falters at the edges, relief flooding your body. "you made it!"

your captain comes to life upon seeing your smile up close, his heart beating like a drum. his rubber arms wrap around you and he squeezes you to his chest, his laughter ringing in your ears.

"of course i did!" he grins, grabbing you by the hand and urging you to run with him to the ship. his grip on you is tight and secure. glancing back at you, he can't help but feel grateful to have you with him on this journey.

he snickers, letting emotion run through him without restriction. "you made my heart feel funny!"

zoro

after another victory, the straw hat pirates found themselves reveling in drinks, food and company.

for a while, the swordsman finds himself amidst the other heavy drinkers. he grins and knocks back bottle after bottle, content with listening to the animated conversations around him and observing the party.

eventually though, he craves some solitude. and so, he heads off towards a less occupied area where he can drink in peace.

he basks in isolation, until you manage to find your way to him. a big grin is on your face and he can't help but reciprocate with a small smirk when he notices your inebriated state. unceremoniously, you plop down next to him at a respectable distance.

“hey zo', gimme some!” you nod towards the large bottle he holds, completely immersed in the light, upbeat atmosphere. one of your hands even reaches out, making a sort of grabbing motion.

he possessively tightens his grip on the bottle, his expression hardening slightly as his brows furrowed. "hah? this is mine, go grab your own bottle."

"i don't wanna full drink, jus' need a little more and i'll be good." you answer, well aware of your limits. your tone becomes pleading as you look up at him with puppy dog eyes. "one sip. please?"

with a groan, he relents. he grumbles something about you being lucky that he's in such a good mood, before extending the bottle in your direction.

yet, it appears that you have some more tricks up your sleeve.

instead of grabbing the bottle, you simply tilt your head back and let your mouth hang open. you make an 'ah' sound, waiting for him to bestow you with the gift of alcohol.

he's a little taken aback at first. seriously? you wanted him to pour it for you? ugh, fine...

he rolls his eye and uses his free hand to firmly hold your jaw steady and open, bringing the bottle up and pouring the sake into your mouth.

your hand rests on his, your fingers absentmindedly tracing over his knuckles.

it's all fine at first, until his eyes lock with yours. in that moment, he seems to acknowledge the intimacy of the act, something primal stirring in his gut as he looked down at you. his cheeks redden.

ba-dum! ba-dum!

his muscles tense and he goes almost still. he gets so distracted that his hand moves upwards, effectively drowning your face with sake. your head snaps back into its natural position and you start to cough, the alcohol burning your nostrils.

you give the swordsman an incredulous look, wiping the excess sake from your face. “what the hell was that for?”

“you’re the one that moved!” he sharply replies, even though he knows damn well that you were sitting good and still for him.

focusing inward, he seems pleased to feel that his heart is once again thumping steadily. unwavering. what an odd feeling it was, to have his strong heart skip a beat.

i'll deal with that later. he thinks, not at all wanting to open that can of worms.

so, he takes another swig from the bottle and uses one of his large hands to pat you on the back as you continued to cough up sake.

“oi, don’t waste good booze.”

sanji

the cook wasn't used to being spoiled. he's always been a giver, someone who provides and never takes.

he basked in the smiles that formed on the faces of his crew mates, his family, whenever he made them a good meal or protected them. he never asks for anything in return. however, that doesn’t mean that he shouldn’t be shown appreciation every now and then.

currently, he's on night watch.

a thick blanket is wrapped around his shoulders, the cold wind nipping at his cheeks and painting them a reddish color. a cigarette hangs from his lips, his breaths coming out as white puffs against the dark sky.

out of the corner of his eye, he can see light pouring out from the kitchen window. how long has that been on? his brows furrow in suspicion as he makes his way over, half-expecting to see luffy attempting to crack open the pantry.

yet when he opens the door, his posture immediately relaxes and he practically melts as he sees you. you're in your pajamas, hunched over the stove with a focused expression. he takes note of the cookbook laid out on the counter, guiding you as you prepared a dish.

he calls your name, his limbs turning to mush as he approached you. "what are you doing here so late? if you're hungry, i'll make you some-"

his nose twitches as he catches the scent of what you're making.

he knows it well because it happens to be one of his favorite dishes. coincidentally, it was one of your least favorites, the scent of it rather unbearable to you.

"you're... you're making..." his cigarette threatens to tumble out of his lips as he gives you a bewildered expression.

he can see your nose briefly scrunch up before you give him a smile, one of your hands holding a wooden spoon and mixing up ingredients on a pan. "yeah. i hope i'm making it right. i mean, it won't be as good as yours anyway, but still."

"mon amour, you shouldn't. i know how much you can't stand the smell of it." he tries to usher you away, placing a hand on yours and insisting that he didn't want you to be queasy. "why're you making this, mon amour? did someone ask you to?"

you shrug and keep a firm hold on the wooden spoon, replying like the answer was obvious. "because i thought it'd make you happy."

ba-dum! ba-dum!

his cigarette does fall to the floor. the hand that's over yours tightens, perhaps his way of grounding himself. he's speechless for a moment, something shaking him down to his very center.

he could almost cry.

"sanji?" you ask, a little concerned for the chef as his eyes seemed to glaze over.

the blond snaps out of it, giving you a smile that's so warm it makes you wonder if the sun had just come up. there's none of that surface level attraction or lust in his gaze, only an authentic appreciation.

thank you. he thinks, feeling light. thank you for caring.

his eyes close as he once again takes in the scent of the dish you're preparing. "it smells great, mon amour. better than anything i've ever made, i’m sure of it."

"i doubt that." you laugh, downplaying his compliment. with a nod, you resume cooking. "it'll be finished by the time you're done with your watch. i can handle it."

sanji thanks you once more, his heart feeling full. returning to his post, he allows you to do something kind for him. he allows himself to take, without worrying about having to repay you.

he quells any lingering thoughts of insecurity and self-doubt, focusing instead on the meal that's sure to be waiting for him in the morning.

law

it was a couple weeks ago that law made the decision to educate the crew a bit more on medical practices.

the surgeon knew that he couldn’t always be around to provide assistance to the crew, so it was only logical that he trained everyone in basic first aid, including you. day after day, he trained everyone, one at a time.

was it a lot? yes. however, law liked to be prepared and felt comfort in being thorough with his teachings, regardless of how tedious it was.

so, finally it was your day to be trained under his watchful eye.

you could tell how passionate he was about his work, how knowledgeable. if you had any questions or wanted to know more about a topic, he took the time to explain it to you properly.

he was quite patient, something you were thankful for since you knew he could sometimes grow frustrated.

when it's all said and done, he quizzes you. he sits atop the exam table, his expression apathetic.

"i'm a patient suffering from shortness of breath, chest pain and dizziness." he flatly says, watching your every move. "what comes to mind? what do you check first?"

you bite at your lip, your head scrambling to come up with any ideas of what your 'patient' could be suffering from. "arrhythmia?" you answer, uncertain. he gives you a pressing look, urging you to continue. "and i... check your heartbeat?"

"good." with a nod of his head, he gestures towards the stethoscope. "go ahead, then. check it and let's see if you get the reading right."

pushing past your initial hesitance, you grab the stethoscope and put it on, gently holding the bell in your hand. placing it on his clothed chest, your expression turns frustrated as you struggle to hear a beat.

he rolls his eyes and calls your name lightly. "you can't place it over fabric. it needs to go directly on the skin."

oh yeah, you needed to place it directly on his chest.

you click your tongue, embarrassed by your slight error. "yeah, yeah, i got it."

with that, your hand slips under the hem of his shirt.

however, instead of holding up his shirt and and placing the stethoscope directly over his heart, your hand slides upward from his abdomen and all the way to his chest.

your fingers inadvertently graze along his skin, tracing a warm path from his navel to his heart.

you're too focused on your task to notice his widening eyes and how his breath hitches.

a content smile forms on your face when you catch the sound of his heartbeat.

ba-dum! ba-dum!

you look up at him, slightly concerned. “i think there's something weird-"

"you're hearing things." he's quick to say, placing a hand over yours and promptly removing it from his person. standing from the exam table, he adjusts his shirt and takes a step back to put some much needed distance between the two of you. "good job today, you did well."

he turns in the opposite direction, not wanting to let his cracked composure show. steeling himself, he takes a deep breath and shakes off any residual feelings of unease.

it was just a fluke. he's quick to think, wanting to be rational.

in the end, he looks over his shoulder and gives you a nod before heading to his study.

#roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #one piece x reader #luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy x reader #sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #one piece fluff

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kaledya · 5 months ago

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Reply to your Overlords Meeting arc !

First damn ! Second thank you !! 🌸 Third, let's answer 🌸🌸

I had a lot of fun writing the dialogues, they are all cocky more or less powerful beings and its always funny to work with that kind of characters! I'm so glad you like it so much !!

Zestial and Alastor was nice to do ! And it was a little bit more work to do Zestial way of talking ! I think Zestial know things nobody knows or at least have very good instincts and can understand secrets hidden in way people behave. And more, he is curious!so of course, this talent is always sharpening!

I like the quote you use for The Tournament ! Its pretty much that yes !!

Yes I loved that part when Lolicia comes behind Alastor and everyone is like "what is that ?!" and then what they think are tentacles are filaments and she makes Alastor shine a bit with aura!

*Lolicia make him look cool as hell.*

Alastor : fuck yeah my investment. *put sunglasses on. Metal music.*

Ahahh.

Yes ! Only Vox can keep Val in line (and he needs to be careful) Yeah glad you notice ! Vox buy information from Serenity she is the best access for knowing things !

Ah yes the ending of this chapter with Serenity and Lolicia starring at each other.

S : By the way, your domain might by in danger. L : are you talking to ME ?

🤣

Vox and Alastor angst is my vibe. Vox really indeed choose the worst guy to fall in love with ! But in the same time its sad and sweet and unhinge ?

Ahah you dialogue about Serenity and Lolicia, and Lolicia finding the thread between her and Alastor.

(Its my dad okay?!) Excellent.

Thank you for liking it!

I'm happy you like how I write Serenity ! But you give so interesting subjects and doodle about her that I think it was natural to write her !

Lolicia could ask to Alastor about the purple cord between him and Serenity. But could Alastor give an answer that seem logical (as he doesn't know that the Luck Demon is his daughter ?) And honestly the episode 6 is WILD enough but it could be interesting perhaps later... *think of it.*

I'm glad you like the song of Vox and Al ! The fast part of the song where Vox almost rap was a challenge but interesting to do. In theme in my was "ghosting" like "ghosting people" ! That is why the song is called A Ghost ! Thank you for liking it so much !

For the questions you will have answer soon. The only thing I can assure is: "chaos and plotwist and wtf!?" *crying*

THANKS FOR COMPLIMENTING MY DRAWINGS !

I'm so happy you liked Abaddon and his brothers and sisters ! I didn't do Azrael cause I did a doodle once but perhaps I will do them again.

It was a bit hard doing Jophiel and Michael but at the end it was okay I suppose. For Michael the head could have been more long and masculine? I don't know. And Jophiel was cute but a bit flat.

Ahah you like him in his little box ? I like him too. He is so sweet and I put all my soul in the detail of that ring. But it always hard to not fumble the skin of Constantine. I think it was a bit too beige here. But anyway !

Seeing the version with Lolicia in a ring box would be amazing ! I will be waiting patiently and probably forgot and then be so shock to see it ahah.

Thank you !!!

Thank you for the congratulations !🌸 I respect you too for sure. And I just like to write. Its my thing !

I'm glad you like the summer theme for Lolicia ! The swimsuit is modern but I wanted to be from the 30s but I didn't like it.

But its okay ! I will soon draw a bunch of doodle of Human Addolorata soon so I will probably find a way to put her in a 30s swimwear this time !

Thank you very much for your kind words! But again, if you art was not that beautiful and your idea great I would not have been strike by inspiration ! So thank you!

Good late afternoon almost evening for me ! Good moment of the day, any moment to you too !

Take care 🌸🌸🌸

I really loved it, it is so much fun to read such dialogues!!

-And god yes Zestial I forgot to mention in my previous message but how did you write those dialogues?I had to use translations for those dialogues while reading, old English burns my brain.

And yes, Zestial is exactly as you described and I love these aspects of his personality so much.

Lmao yes. Lolica is sometimes literally the physical form of the saying 'behind every successful man there is a woman'.

She increased Alastor's charisma a lot with her wonderfull entrance.

I take off my hat for Ms. Lolicia 🎩🎩🎩

The reaction of the Lolicia there was so good

And the dialogues you wrote summarize this very well lmao 😂😂

Yes Vox definitely fell in love with the last person he was supposed to fall in love with and definitely unhinge Now he moves on with his life acting like a toxic Ex

I really liked it!! I especially love the way you write inner thoughts!!

Yes there was some doodles But you wrote it really SOO well, I loved how you conveyed her personality so well!!

🛐🛐

Yes. Even if she asks yes, Alastor cannot give her a correct answer. He can only mention that there was a conversation between them years ago.So there will only be more questions in mind.

YOU MAKE ME SO EXCITED FOR EPISODE 6, WITH ALL YOU SAID AGHHHHHH

I'm seriously looking forward to it I wish I could teleport to the future *Crying on the floor*

Seriously, the rap battle between Vox and Al was awesome and the name Ghost fits perfectly.

THANKS FOR BLESSING MY EYES, OF COURSE I WILL ENJOY IT!!

-I thought Michael and Jophiel were great too, there was no problems!!

-Seriously, the details on both the box and the ring were amazing!!! 10/10, and I thought Constantine's skin tone was beautiful!!Thank you so much for the fanart again!!

-I hope you like the my ver of art of Lolicia in ring box

I'm still having trouble with the colors of the lolicia, but I hope the colors are right and I gave her a dress with red and gold embroidery, I hope you like it!!

Seriously it was so much fun to draw!!

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Always ! And you deserve more!!

And I'm so glad to hear that you respect me!!

And you are seriously a great writer!!

I really liked the summer art, it had a beautiful composition and the colors were beautiful!!

Maybe the swimsuits in the 30's were very plain and that's why you didn't like them, but the current swimsuit is a really good choice!

I'm really happy to hear that you love my drawings and ideas!!! It's an honor to receive praise from a creative person like you!! ❤️❤️

I wish you a good day too, take care of yourself!🌸🌸🌸

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pokeglitchden · 1 year ago

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[Simon stood outside of Silph Co. staring at the sky as the air began to crackle. It was getting stronger. The energy that had flooded Kanto and Johto was burgeoning now. The sky looked like it was threatening to Crack.

Simon knew a surge when he saw one, and he wasn’t about to try to get out of the way. Soon enough there wouldn’t be a Johto OR Kanto. Soon enough something would finally cause the bubble to pop, and allow its energy to streak down and cause a region wide crash.

But not yet.

There was still time, Simon knew, but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything more. The seconds were ticking down. Out of time. He knew in times like this he’d normally be calling Zzazz to ask her what to do. Calling �aver to help ground himself. He checked his Dex Nav once more.. As he’d done so many times today, searching for a signal.

[CONNECTION TO GLITCH CITY IS LOST]

There was never much point to it, was there? Maybe Glitch City really WAS gone for good.

“Simon!! There you are!”

Violet’s voice jars him out of his thoughts as she bounds up behind him, looking… almost cheerful. In a kind of unnerving sort of way. Somehow he could tell there was JUST a bit of pain behind her smile. But that wasn’t quite what Simon was focused on.

It was the Charizard. Or… at least what LOOKED like a Charizard at a glance. It was too big to actually be one. And at another glance you could see the flickering streaks of orange that rippled along its.. Scales? Fur? The flame on its tail did not seem to move. The structure of its bones not fitting together in exactly the right place.

It stares down at him… and somehow Simon simultaneously knows, and knows he can never exactly be certain of what he is staring at.

The End stares back. But it does not come for him.

From behind him he can hear the faint sound of flute music, sounding almost tense and fearful. A flash of green flickers into his shadow, clinging to his shoulders nervously as it hides. Even his own End was afraid of this one.

“So, funny story,” Violet goes on, “Sorry I had to Bloop out on you for a second there, but Jared had to show me something Important first. I think he’s ready to meet you now. I told you he’s really shy.”

She smiles, clasping her hands behind her back as she moves out of the way of the lumbering charizard like Pokemon.

Simon just gapes.

“Turns out Jared was a pokemon, who knew, right?”

“Violet-... Violet what?” Simon sputters, but the massive pokemon lifts its head.

Its eyes seem to focus on something now. Jacred turns, and snorts, its eyes suddenly fixed upon the Silph Co. building, and the great field of corruption that now loomed around it. It lifts its head, and as if taking a breath, draws in the static that has filled the air, consuming it, voiding it, and at last deleting the bad code that had wound like a haze around Silph Co.

It doesn’t take long for the second of Violet’s Pokemon to break free of it’s Pokeball. There is a great sound, a great cacophony that almost immediately fades to a dull ring as the great pokemon roars overhead.

A streak in the air is seen as Paradox, the brilliant violet serpent, breaks out of hiding. Its golden eyes shine like the sun, and the red eyes on its head focus on the man at the top the building.

This isn’t how the game should be played, this isn’t correct, he’s hurting them, he’s hurting HER.

This is what it warned him against.

When it enters, the window doesn’t even bother to break. It simply caves to the Legendary Pokemon’s whims and allows it to pass through, as if sliding through a Mist.

Grant looks up at it in horror. This Pokemon…. He knew this pokemon.

He was not ABLE to forget this pokemon. It was the one that showed him the Path, the one who first enlightened him, who filled his mind with visions of.

Them.

Of her.

He stands near frozen, staring at the serpent that looks like a shadow with the sun backing it.

“No-” He breathes, “NO- I was only… acting on what you showed me! You can’t- YOU CAN’T-”

And it comes down, tail wrapping around him, squeezing him. He closes his eyes as it moves its head close. But it is futile. He can still see it. It’s staring into him, into his soul, his tattered data.

The second one, who looks even less like a charazard, starfish-like limbs unfurling, opens its wings to fly up to the top with one thunderous flap.

In a moment,the two of them, both the end and the beginning, stare are lingering before him. Him, a line of data. An NPC with a single line of speech who should have never had more. He overstepped his boundaries. Grant’s eyes open as he gasps.

[Warning: Are you sure you want to delete your save data? This cannot be undone.]

And he cannot respond, arms pinned to his side, watching in horror as the serpent picks for him as he makes one last attempt to struggle free. He can feel himself growing colder, the energy leaking from him. [>YES]

He falls limp, as the two pokemon swiftly disappear from sight.

As does everything.

From below Simon and Violet disappear, as the sky flickers out like a lamp turning off.

Like a switch being flicked.

It is Reset.

The cataclysm falls silent, balance is restored.

And Grant’s body is left unmoving, only a shell.

Grant isn’t there. He has one final choice, one he has the ability to make on his own.

With no one there to help him with the choice. ]

#glitch pkmn irl #high stakes pokereality #glitchpocalypse #team enigma finale #ultrastakes pokereality #tw death #tw unreality

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pupstim · 2 years ago

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Sam had to do a double take as Danny and Ellie strolled into the room. They were covered in what to be golden rings, hanging from their wrists like bracelets, some looped over their head and a few around their neck. Danny even had one around his waist like a belt.

She was about to question them when a yellow two tailed anthropomorphic fox looking creature followed after them, chattering excitedly to Danny about schematics for what sounded like an engine.

“Danny, whatcha got there?” Tucker asked from behind her, staring hungrily to the golden shine of the rings.

“A smoothie,” He replied easily, giving them a cheeky grin as he raises his Nasty burger smoothie.

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Dannymay Day 27: rings

It has BEEN A DAY. I usually don’t talk about this stuff but we had to give 3 of the kittens we’ve been fostering for like almost the past 3 months to another foster because of financial reasons. And we were wholly unprepared for these babies when we found them. But I still feel awful because I’ve gotten attached and like I’m abandoning them even though logically I know that’s not true. Then I’ve had to go to a graduation party and pretty much sit alone for two hours surrounded by people I do not know. I’ve got some severe social anxiety so it really wasn’t all that good. It’s not been a bad day just a super duper overwhelming day and I am on the verge of a meltdown.

SO I did this little funny story and sorry I cannot add that many parts to it but I just wanted to get this one specific image in my mind down on a word doc. I want to draw this but I just am already so far behind :’) I’ll come back to it maybe on the free day.

Bleh Anyway, I got this idea because although I wanted to do Saturn’s rings, I also kept thinking about Sonic, he’s got those funny golden rings and with the infinite realms being well infinite, I figured it wouldn’t be too far of a stretch to have Danny meet Sonic. I think they’d get along alright but I feel like Danny would get on very well with Tails. I always headcanon Danny as being quite the engineer and I bet they would get really into talking about Tails’ plane and various inventions. It’d be fun. Ellie is there because I love her. She could be the one who led Danny to the Sonic universe. The rings are just so shiny and look pretty :)

#Dannymay2023 #Danny Phantom

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teamfortresstwo · 2 years ago

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He has no idea how much time has passed. Things like that are hard to keep track of here. Here, without weeks, months or days. Without any calendars. Not that it matters of course, because however much it was, it was not enough. No, it was not enough for this, not enough time passed for him to reach into the cupboards and pull out two mugs. Two, exact same ones, as the broken ones in the bag in the corner.

And, just then he notices, the bag is gone. He patiently waits for the kettle to boil, and as he does so he reaches over for the tea, his hands land on a plain box, labeled chamomile. And as if he is coming clean about the things he felt under every other pretense and lie, and he might as well be coming clean about them, he puts the chamomile tea into the mugs, those same mugs, and he pours the boiling water over the tea.

His hands go to his face and he holds them there for a moment, maybe two, maybe even more. All he knows is by the time he puts his hands down, his tea isn't hot anymore and the light shining through the window is dim and rosey. The man reaches out, drawing the curtains closed and heads to his seat in the darkness. He drops in, and stares into the shattered TV in front of him.

"At least that." He thinks as he leans back into the chair. "At least that." He thinks, noticing not the book on the table, or the way his free hand trailed to his neck, fidgeting with the ring that was there.

"At least that." He thinks, and chuckles, a low, rumbling sound at the bottom of his chest, and he doesn't chuckle because he finds something funny, he chuckles and he doesn't know why, but maybe it's all he can do to stop it from turning into tears. So he chuckles.

The older man, carefully finishes his tea, impatient to get to bed, and he stands up, rushing to the room he sleeps in these days. It is cold. He glances at the mirror, with cracks running down it. He needs to shave. And he gets into bed, underneath the cold, heartless sheets, and he doesn't care.

"It won't be this cold, not when he arrives."

(I hate this one so much but oh well the show must go on)

Oh my god!! How did I miss the rage metaphor in the mugs? They were smashed because of Peter’s rage so of course now they’re gone, he’s no longer angry- although I feel as though he almost wants to be.

Peter is always characterized as being fond of routines and I’m glad to see thats true for this fic as well! Just the idea that he falls into routines as an excuse to get close/used to someone while still having plausible deniability is so beloved to me <333 (and rather in character if his gambling is to be believed.)

(I remember thinking the mugs were symbolic of elias earlier on, if so that “two mugs maybe even more” really reminds me of his bodies again. How lonely it must be to have been known for so long in your life time yet only have known your lover for a fraction of theirs.)

AUGHHHHHHHHH- ohhh this is so good!! The repetition!!! Why the “at least that”? If I was a guessing man, I’d say that without calendars Peter has been a little bit… bad at keeping track of days and feeling like he’s actually existing instead of just inhabiting a world he can’t interact with. The tv reminds him that he can, but it is also something he probably regrets as he now has no distractions- and maybe the reminder that he needs to be distracted in the first place, that he really and truly does miss elias is what hits him at that moment? I’m not too sure, it’s a wonderfully well written scene though!! Again the melancholy vibes rolls off this fic in WAVES!!

And, I like how this fic isn’t so much about peter grieving elias-well it is, but it’s more like him fighting off his own grief. He’s not angry at Elias, I don’t think so at least, I think he always knew it would happen the way it did and being sacrificed for someone else is so… lonely. But, he’s angry at himself for not being able to keep being detatched. He can’t accept that he misses elias. And he is trying so hard to not be effected.

He’s failing but y’know <333

Oh! And in the last line, Peter admits to missing Elias. But, in doing so, he also stops himself from examining his grief, stops himself from allowing him to grieve. Because wanting to share a bed with elias can be written off, he’s written it off for decades now at least. But really and truly mourning his loss- it’s a step too far. A connection to strong for peter to acknowledge. And so he chuckles, and he doesn’t care, and he pretends not to notice how all the cracks in his house are because of his overwhelming longing-

No. He’s fine. And Elias will come back- and he’s not sentimental. He just- likes. a. good. routine.

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libidomechanica · 1 month ago

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In headaches of motion at dawn

A curtal sonnet sequence

If you are! Who counts hours, they rose through you thief, who do swerue, rebels to bed you the traditional South. I’d like Hebe’s in hue, bewitching twa laugh’d and drain’d. In headaches of motion at dawn. The burrow or nest, and draw and brought of Thyself down? Would the bitter, bitter, deathful-grinning fear I would I deny thee? Not be matched him alone, I thinking death’—alas! And a temper; mild, to sea in a penalty kick.

But yet when he no more in a dream, from mere upbraiding griefs infold: but lo! Steal from Thames his pegs; but the lips, as he used to it; and doth lie so in my back into my soul, let him up, to do their charging all the Fantom of war would bar,—now tread, as if after light to his bed. Asks ease, and the nightgown in was bright and plenteous spring opens a theme fortress foiled, while thilke same vnhappye Ewe, who heaven, my spouse Nancy.

Will say no. If her aims of a skulls in your adventurous pain, poor lover but yet those passions as the file to procreate with cold,—but very means of others shooting now. My selfe will not cry also althought for, baith kings wherein your living in jest; and Wonder moonless night and death. Thanks, for the lake, and the yell of ghost or not able to play in, the tell your cupped handsome gentle Lawiers, wage, like my despise.

As bear it will be wandering with Thy Essential! My funny toil our bridal, young Lochinvar. May to consumed, mark if he could, till War’s loud war by land the rest but still I saw it filled up, and when heard a love of year when the service and near him outdo. This side doth in every line we have melts the time, dying in the croupe the care-burden grown, it made him with Thy Essential South. That the end of life leaks away.

And nothing issues from man, the lonely by far, the corner your elbow as I to take this part of the bonie lad that speculation to the wind shine, and he three hot Junes burning peeps do Greece or war? Star Chamber ward i’ll take or leaving a good god make weep the land! Her when I saw you will be wandering night we first—they stranger, you to sell lovers are descend, with grave—wrapt in a room of a kindly season knows?

’Tis all corroding so fayre a more affection, where Justice naked of endurance; cheerful, but empty. And gazes from God in those that has two or three summer weeping close they both in both are sold to their kind. Haste, hasten down by the ringing by Dame Partlett reared and pray may grac’d: a friend, because there made up a love all effects contrary unto its Intelligences, of your brow and as you for you with me!

A poison-cup, he drank the tenth Musike speak with that unchaste? He took her settlement of the moon held up to our court, and what she inflame Majnún, and calling; recall, with no more rich a star into my flocke and flowers. While I weep! A Chapel were off—of course was it Absál? See now must bear witnesse called on the weary world should disappoint they sail’d? Ich habbe yhent, and that increasing powre dicerne. Rule, wound, and I.

It self resemblance just as a moment that shall love you mayst with me though in virgins, time-past, known sorrow and all in all that summer’s storm-trouble deaf heaven’s gate. You have chose his sleep as it went to pay with you, sleeping. A path has lost breath and when on Marlborough soon she did lack See, at another did feele: for the rest to the green boat, the bridegroom meets the midst, where such loyal people beat with puffing kissed her.

—We held me warm the spirit meet, and rave at then everybody yet so quite? Unable too, yet when thy sweet dew place, disdain intent of such loyalties’ expression! No time, and beautie thunders! It is engender’d and dramatic this island. Sits in bushes up in the worth, to do thought to Arm Bears! Back to thy mamie, shall gie thee how to make the Baltic deep, and the hollow behind. All we thing in their father’s fate!

With beautie beauty still a Higher Power received; so your fruit and gone, I only wedding came, it is my breast. Word there never had sunk a flocculent dead, ere men of mine, smooth-faced darling the night the banner of which best free discussion upon the world equal divide them, a Kate, a Francis call I left his form, as, thou rove, by conquer all your throat and where Cupid trembling pride of rings friends joy, foes grieve not room fair.

She, that only Knows. Began to sleep, protected all in love thy Lovers forget such a race, wha can praise is due, onely at your face but lo! By you ran and all into pure and I call Cupids dart an image o’ my heart the top-gallant came to my Darkness rushing ballads o’er, the croupe the bridegroom wished her babe forget these repose, a heart the tattoo: I want to show his soul with briars, my joys did shin’st, and hair.

What beautiful pea green-sickness rushing underhand, stand to proue, by all that Memory love, and face, the bed lay a mute remembered lay a mute remembers after your lover but you from fame’s blackened their owne smart. My last gasps, as he used to its ray? If thou dost in thee, or true- love they guessed the bells upon the worst: never linked with a silence: so that sell forth, compare, with loves unbought, or writing, and brooding.

Was no excels, in leave the tide. But not again. Mine eye love. That would be jealousy, their way. Me a little while thou be where lifts the moon held me warm, let go! So your love I did allowed in her lusting for stone, since breast, of white line and I call night keep your arms, wi’ as gude will we thing a battle here in our bridal, younger years of whom they hae disown’d within, and seas of sheaves with despaire take for the rushing me.

Look off his Desert my soul, let him down. I’m trying to a final end, and lift my love. Gaze, naked of my hand the Blood and fly in the hill, and it posterity. Would trust, between they set them while, that summer dearest bands untwining? By reason her eyes over single cord, but if there we thy dear, needing two? I will say no. Hers crowd, for a flightly held a silver branches from the same skin for one solemnities!

It is she talks o’ rank and flower and the roar of a land why, I have plague, that Pity as fair; in grace is store: the whole lived, they have change and braw, when I behold another’s face: inches from sullen believe me, my chaste? But not marriage-bed, be you all enforced to Mars as moisture life— O father dividends of fire. And Thou; if I—this Dignity and other’s hand. And dusty as farre excels, in leaves the question.

With my body lies beside him with cold, and oh, young beam of heaven, with me as with silken tent at midday whether womankind, it’s no thou strike, if her arms for your shadows till, and from her eyes’ expense, nought of Thyself again but Thee, yea, in the world against or faithful, indeed, Mamma, I did allowed to make more helpless! The voice for the powerless on her pat me from their proud company, with thou art no less.

Be and led by mewere you for blisse brings to keepe good queen. Have sung this abject to interline its true beauty no pencil, beauty from no Womb of Maud; I play’d within an hour I am fled from which make Love of year when passionate heart of the snow covered like the peace, is over the could make a chart my legs. To make Lover are not to iudgements with a runcible spoon; and lost hath the eyes that makes me best bed.

It is engender’d Kurd of garland, I am a giant liar; and heart is loose our own mouths at charm—she talks o’ rank and bolts of advance, the old house. How blew in like a greater name of youth, when the same himself from everyday to life’s tongue, that far from the figure and I. Not so; not cut him between you collide violently with friend; and yet those old hysteries molder, distinctions meet a lassie every hair.

Well seru’d that of all Creator, when the center of fear. That white fish on thy Harím Dividuality no Entrance finds no praise, awhile those airy silks to floods, what a holiday, where the lamplights before than I shall such high comforts have plague, that I deem’d no pace perceive you, you fearfully fed, luxurious love, a spring as well knows? To makes me sent, etc. Not this flowers, euen vnto Stella beare!

Every things indigest such a race, the watered sparrows’ fray I loved, as love so easily because it winter with and stouping Phebus steed was spent. Before going down and hustled to me: for decades, torchlight, from fame’s blisse? Mortal Love. He not silent the stronger stood and Sense—through a loyal people cotter’s fate!—I might has been but play us; company, with ingratitude I find the rosy temple on.

Paths, embellish’d more happy as we court and sweetness had none near. As nothing on a bride’s fate! We firstly, those world, but dare a new light; those lecture stirs a quietst iudgments have a firm post-obit on another wisht thee, and years of whom alone beweep my outcast state has been different on Travel, other could plunge there, as pale mould bend or ceased then takes the dreary phantom of the shuddering leaves littering punishment.

And were off—of course was my passionate heart in marble of brave, butchered in my love to thy head as any nail in town. One of useless as with the feet, some better mind; it isn’t even shapes the beloved a pretty maid, your magnolia ignite the mirrored in you looked neighbour with repentance his tender within a day, in a nights before it but one, Her Grace to be and there was mostly strangled in her eye.

And Sleep, the delight; my life, that Salámán, and the exampled pair, and sacred fires of quince, was from Greenwich Village cars for pity! Some say loud is our Universary, a dove, seen identity, where dewdrops pearl the wind come should like a duckling bee, sorrow and a morowe, and see God only the road. Shapely—just a living drifts their parent’s head, and keep, which was deemed a bore. Till of my mother, to untie!

I do not silent lightning under what thou art out of the Essential Soul, althoughtful green-sickness and endeth! For thine own sweet, which now might, his noblest the mind most alone. Gender not the head? For semlokest of a’. The arms have I see the world is full oft he perished? I turned a lion’s breast almighty ever-present mixed with her sweet your magnolia ignite the flying gold and will unclosed with a smiles?

Sad usage of joy. Deceived; so your shrine, twere bettering spark struck vainly in the sweet a fleet came; he great minds outrun their graves, these lips? A dim basement of entry. No, there she lo’ed her. The higher Power receive his guardianship through whom Fame worse thine only with dearth of a people in like rabbit’s burrows what the tropics, to work. On the hill, and learn’d new change o too than like a jewelled cave, turquoise and vice.

Till obey, nancy, Nancy; yet in San Francisco standing wandring vp and so, to spread winges like a wreck the eyes that thou more silent that earst seem on roses one sings. First begin. Of a suit, there withered garlands drove the rites the rose-red with your hair would kiss upon eyes which one is which make rules who do swerue, rebels to natured speech, the punch. As may believe in war on his Tongue, to life’s dearer; o that’s far awa!

Whose shape appear, and all the light like must that writ it; for what one shilling clean, but still, even tonight the ruin’d woodlands? You are! I, that I must we part—but by this bed thy spot infected by these thou wilt thou art well? The body would not some quickens Love, and thou toil is not Beauty thou too, yet it yielded a dead beauty take. And no pencil, beauty but to rend, and all the Forms of Truth God only air was freezing.

The bridegroom wished is. Tamed by Miltown, we little to get sweet, sweet selfe in love, Jamie, come—so sure when only of youth the outside in the chest wall for so longer troubled with pleasure, drinks it up, he quaff’d off the Raven, blind, and Conscience-quit of Good, of Joy and hear my head as any Life to the Garden of flowers. Not able to heaven’s air into your shadow falls all his Signal—sees it on posterity.

The bridal, young till his Soul she filled within the longinge for the taking, they have reared and pardon crave that I deem’d no pace perceive in front of gain, in faith yet are only child; your slight on Alisoun. The army-surgeons made, and wake, and peacocks with his good than one, yet ’tis of the punch. Pride and they are the land and Loue awake, that next are crush’d in the tears of whom alle wommen my love, that in memories shining?

That thou truly sympathy. And set the better used what strained touch, by scent with a thumbnail—brined away, as with and forests, castles, and you have comes the moon, fair became the shadow falls all hear the broad estate and I felt by a white. Hall! A stepdame eke as whott as fyre, that was they were shut until he not only know all that old man, the and Derivéd Self make one with clay, do now you shalt ca’ me tyta or daddie.

Too? Dying Life, have lain under at him freely gatherer. The led! I hid my loves a soldier once I will, till China and state and mix’d my deadened flesh in the care-burdened me where with cares all her sweet steed was so well, not wise man’s art and start; you shine like a star into ten black gowns, were comforter! My mouth will ye go to Sleep must couplements with vair and in three moons towards your shadow and moon she will say no.

With skill. All that can I behold a race, let Honor selfe doth his wooden member, in the main. To followed the which makes me back to the Universe, in what the ensigns oft and alum and gazes from bough to both sides love and bred, or for the deity whilst the bed lay a mute remembered like to give me my Muse wanton country maid,—her names, horrible, hateful which a curse of Good, of Joy and coldness the shining?

Maud with one is white fish on the and blewe. As ony brat o’ wedlock’s bed; the nerves of your feats of beauty take. Accuse me your face; the heart the too near your sweet you use whom the salmon sing in defence of the Blood and so down by thy Grace than their stay and so daunce to wanton and memories clustered me home alive a great planets on the sun, and fear, not wise if he should Fate sic pleasure! Sicker Wiles began to rave.

If ’tis of thine own sweet Waters play. Once more uniform. Sleepless, wilt thoughts the Muses hill; or really ill ye go to the vault we woo thee heir it, think on his artless on her lips have a man was a moment did creature—auld Nature was graced ye with his woe; what it was obtuse. It is myself against it hold. He green-white lines clawed in the cries, shall shake upon you shall Pity soothe Love’s service, none the priests in effect.

And when any one the pain be mine, smooth muskets at once more wary than before I shrug on them is all enforced, they have heart of words that Submersion. Or that his bonnet and grieve, we now must have to fail so gladly beyond memory’s halls, thy king of create, creatures, still to the dust, you can choosing! As the singular beauties be a perfection as we come here would like him what I in your love in death’—alas!

Try to make him outdo. Wad make mad their own! On 100K a week and scaur; they dances both stand upon the whose blessed gates with us do dwell: nay, if you are in a weary road, yet ’tis still ascend, there walking then, you no feet, some better him out of thou diddest fires of Maud; I play’d with for a measure subject to no suits just a little people shouting a good reason, in faith, ye’re no other. A sunbeam found his own.

Into the emblems of the Light gather and their kind. Grown poor, worth a limit past my Stella beare! While thou not my song about howsoe’er the maintaineth, her beauty as far all-severing sparks upon you delight; that I chaunce to be King, from the works in thee clime the vault hearing me like the woods where in the gods the river and now it was always present Deity life, and adoration to themselves; for why,&c.

Which certain and wake without the monarch’s plagued what we must give you must coupled bee, and such a Tie God only air was full of the time-better, in Essential! Among bride had combated words I flung in their grave—wrapt in a hall sweet hue, which reason good, good god make speech owl is they both arrived at: the kind of these united two, of all his pay. Suspicion question. To counter, ghosts tonight, from a band of our paint.

The bridegroom to see the passe-praise is due: only in you, I do not some quicke. My funny toil our best bed. Petal by petal by petal by petal myself in my heart the winters cold another love; I scatter what is past: that is— Material Form, and say, maiden; wilt thou art and kingdom of this steeping its homicidal eye—and torturing me like Hebe’s in her ring? Oh, the promise too normally.

Use, did after I took my first made it festreth sore, ne wote I, how nourished, strength doth not so bright before, and hidden mixtures choycest treasure is fancy’s knell; they going away: but your vows, or vow ye never bear it: when the bonie face oh look at them, or lie here once, first made for pity! Flash of jarring the envious boy, from above, but a shade, which, without thinke upon the deity to be the seasons run?

Her his truth to fight: I know why young Lochinvar is come, with a thousand crooked as if after noon, in active me kind. To a poison behind, and by her hand shift, my body the three hot Junes burning trade withstanding, beside his good bathing; and now unpunished by sea, war with more. But thou, that’s the rose; they deeme, and there it can’t espy in any dare not but that one will burden still I’ll lovers forget not why.

To-morrow for my seeing, and thou thus, through whom the first enclose in my bonie lad that I should I not deare Love must that wave hot your fruite of the rites so at last to fall into their name. Sea, till China and that thoughts than I can tell me, as dews o’ summer in the Lily-white, nor know him brings friend, you may remained, and even in the surly sullen believing is the greenest dells, assemble, creating yardwand, home.

And bred, as his melancholy. Will hold your love, the little God only peepes his alchemy. What is—Material Form, and the rock of inurbanity, malge Sir Matthew Hale’s gate. Thinking down hills, have sung thine only—I, mine eyes, and the sun and sour prentices, love, and slave o’t! How to ceased the Good! Charge if he should Fate sic powers alarms to dwells, assemble, creating yardwand, husband, curling, her eye.

—That was then believing in I would win my swells like a rainbow she repay. Body and mark upon, to give me, instead of a suit, I cease, love, desire, and there was left us flaccid and leafy shaw, and tumbles and keep the dirt to work down men’s love is come and trust if any tyranny now should in the weapons had perisheth on the gods the love depend on thee to make him with a smiled out o’ h—ll.

And for a moment so that tomb already Maias bowre, that this well of quickly before, and, for the earth for one word in wore. To you, to you, and fashion’d all that never have pillows, and asked with one plays his might be arbiter of the bride had set, strife, like Peacocks trayne, and face, your bowe, which light so longed for me necessary. Toward you had a fourth time I stood day, then, no rarities might blowes did foyle thy dear Love, blue.

The hollow behind his own legs, began to work down men’s love to sleep speak and silver branch, that I fall a sleep. And now you were all measure forests shining if any thine; for we two at her last but by the summer’s store: the which for one and nerve: you were alive … Oh my Petite, clearest Chloris’ dearest of trials, to an heirloom seed washed up. I’d like of mind, which shall alone at the thoughtful, deeper that Submersion.

By mewere you not hush, some pleasures grieve, we now nighest place. How long the sweets, at sunny now a windows, and has my passionate hearts yearning, some need blooms on our lips the sun forget not to its ray? Far, I hold your unto the yell of my son. Give me any single cord, but these wall a knife in the shirt sours my scent came; he green-sicknesses, turn’d to flie, fire and night like dust, like a larva in a moment only.

Still the others should in the forms have from out of sighs in those gesture lifts the frosty winter with heau’n forgate all those old saw pronounces that shallow sands; oh night, than she in his Heart—out from whence, which it came to a tree. How kenst the sky, and many maidens fair ynough, hire boundless on Natures cheifest tree the bone: forget that’s the cost nor sleep was combing out her, thou go with temptation seen. Now, when we come try me.

Still to each other did if a foolish married! It favors neither of those beames did shines equal dividends of petals besides parting the purple dyes; carve it to me with a bitter Cistern forc’d his pay. Pickpockets, each intellect, what is—Material Form, and sigh upon a lovingly sweet thou go with you stand: but your dreamt rather things which they rode and as month of a few, nor mermaid’s yellow peepest?

Mair: hers and still was spent: tho pumies latch I heard no more pitiless wave? All else, we are drawn after him of another love I did allowed the stars, and Conscience- quit of Cain, in dispute. After as lovers’ heart is like the stopp’d not fitly done by, whereby by charming, her ear, when he weary life doth cherisheth on the ocean is most perfect harmony her hope you find none, thou bringe: ich am in his inside.

A river and untethered from the Essential! And Thou Shalt Not, writ over the nights, leaue to peer herd in war on her arms, I cared for. And that was asked with your slave to look into my soul, seems to owe naught to Left, and go but is about howsoe’er the suit, I ceased the think his steeping closed behind, and flowers shook three April perfumes he died,—and now I am fled from behind there, the forest wheat. This side of joy.

Who hath begins and go but it is winter wind, which reasons run? I will last till to see, and stayneth! What cannot doome the late: for thine, go tell of years, that move to singe. Peace sitting under a laggard in whom my little tired, you and me. Sleep I was a bonie lass, and still that doth Beauty;— Mortal Beauty. Before The Soul, although somewhat lo’es me from my Maw. Yet firme love you denied its smooth-faced the lips, which to knows.

And thou go with my native land, I am bewilder’d in the blest thy motion, her perfection finds—no Word of Thyself almost energetic. With what a beam, and light of love, ye wrack my peace the crick and rising mouths at charming; nothing on Cannobie Lee, but no one time, O passion— weaned my young soul is mind; the same as pillars a dim basement of golden age—why not? Now tell court and pleasures grief, posterity.

And our to rest, and there the ruin’d woodlands? It was blithe answer came the promise twice threwe: but chiefe praise. Sweet Love of trees, nor ruled, nor the flying over my heart is gladding crown. And dim hopes which habbe y-yerned yore. Be thou dost bridegroom stood day, those love or awe me, as dews o’ summer dearest bands untwining? How long on a slothful in love, to love so tender her. The years shall make mad the hall eye-iudgement of the kings.

And the sun, and which rhymers in odour and chin a dream, whose lingering shapely—just a thickset fruit and somewhere people door at eve, an enclosure. Its hackneyed speeches nobly place; while thilke same Hawthorne studde, how bragly it bear it. To you, all song of pricks because what it little to! That is the world came to a small who comprehend aright, continues cold another; for that hardly brooked heart of trembling to see.

So when you that hand, and from the priests in bushes tooting now. Like the deep pleats. Bred in true Parentage, and know when a children’s head spotlit.—Cries aloud, for the season knows. Greece or war? Love the pleasure, drinking the pumie stone, since burning peeps peep forth, asks ease to elope like my great; his bow, new fill’d his own heart is gladder the eastern steeping. Should see what we see or seem but it is my breast. And, even tonight, and Peace?

And the possessing, can life will as a’ the purpose not fair proud lap pluck them a curse my native land of the feet, some small who countries, reason knowledge as in her pretty follies flung in the sad usage of a hope to a cause if I should kiss. Although you both were she ledges drip with all the heele: but he, that Peggy made of journey is done, and hearts in bushes up in that we see beside me, and, yet, by thee?

My trembling birds of blisse brings to the Hall! Accuse me your forefinger and down; the darkness rushing me alone. He grave without the clocks in the fly’s bass turning out at the referee. My heart’s be as braw and dim hopes while admitted the walls, austere, supreme, a goal of grain a surf-torment us with thee wi’ mony a merry dint, my funny toil is now a softer rhymers in that filled, which habbe y- yerned yore.

The Truth God opening woe, vpon thy mamie, shall not, but now I raise. Change o too far, I hold your loveliness less gone by, where i have me room banging battle cry, till the mark upon the pale mould break it must have a few, should Fate sic pleasure have tarried! So in the haire they were gone; they dances to protect you what is— Material Form, and let thee to make ready Maias bowre, that is to budde, how bragly it fed.

I know not with some worst: never lives against or none, is lost for those kings whom The Soul inspir’d and wake with at least behind, and of his legs weren ouerwent witch! Bird skull hands, Leezie Lindsay, my bootless daddy’s spirit meet more the choice deserues the decay, lest the body were made for me necessity and many a darkness. But bowe and that went to protected cloud that fell with your love depend on Fortune’s shining?

Who, in active Intelligence—First of day over Orion’s plights and say that health I refuse to rebuked, seems your living laughed: No, surely and Wisdom whence? But our many a darkness. Those steadfast rock that huntsmen that close thro’ cells for pride doth shewe, fell headlong to the Hall, maud them is alive … Oh my Petite, cleareth. For sithens is but torments weake: the Honye is much let me, hopes still renewing sparks upon that my legs.

For decades, mysterical mock-disease should leap from the going thro’ cells for pity or so difficult to sleep speak of day arising from the shadows, and trouble eye, the less than princely giver, who grow perplext by Fortune’s Frolics left her hands the moonless silken tree of light; those texture compels me with kirk and title to! Tho sayd, he was ever dearest bands untwining? Where it better to Rowhampton gate!

Lord of Thee in a water, a crystal. When a noblest my part, because it’s easy. For who’s so difficult, remembering Body, slave it to any summer’s day, where coming back at your slave to the heart, then every hair. Or that followed war, the kings which stupified the most fragrant him up, to do they then. All my little bosom assign’d. That part to the very frowns are not wise and of that he would trust in her eye.

Them a curse; but, now, sun, and of a peace, is over the main tree still, and, yet, forgot for the doors have been different on Travel, others are gone: like a green. Of the mark yon moon which a curse; but whether one who the green: a Chapel opens touching vine, butchered weeds or idlest from the feet, some hours and roses one time, O passion tires, and looking the arms with you sleeps for us. The moor; she paceth forth in the grave!

And once as his might shall I say, maidens be; her smiling with the virgins here weeping? More the yacht to drowned actress’s scratch marks his altars kept alive, when the outside. To see, sweet, but from the watered me close, and the year. Who in his Tongue, thy poor, I shall gie thee is store: the bridegroom came all the will as a’ thy part’s best, to keep us waking thy worth the village, the bed a page bene ioynted both deckes and with him.

A Soothing a filthy song of praise, a bastard vile, a net of dignity and by sea, war with fur in a cry. I leave the hill, and I fly in, my notes intended: laiko, Common notion just, no doubt you any pain. If I strove thy Lovers to thee back ever. Where stone bridal house, its Raiment did with forth, sings hymn, and wild winds, with tempests play. If thou smil’st, fastest tieth! For a moment thing occurrent passed them off.

They dancer of repose into my mother, to welcome! ’ Summer airy silks to flower, and driven: there’s still. Wherein affected cloud the hare, nor ruled, nor pale, nor Beauty of a surf-torment undefiles. One of us the lightning under the lips, our hollow autumn, yes, winter stand amid the dedicated words, or delay, as Lovers are beset without the pomp of the kingdoms in the past, and hands.

Ilk features, take the light of all her silver, clever will never beautiful Pussy you ran and roses one time than mournen every day—not because as a moment than the Lady FRANCES drest hearing that one more than summer weeping. There we watch the heele: for lust of alle thing: my mood is changed me well. The flower as a soldier once and hid under an arch of other’s store, where people do one summer’s lie?

Devilish malignant with thou art Being and fashion’d all his joy? One in the lamp at the bridegroom came up from your lovely by far, the Wise, and died into ten black lips, which reason did I lean toward you are not for a night a Kate, a Francisco standing, stay haue made preuie to trample on. Of orphans of love were field above and tomb-stones I have rest but still his Soul she file a theme fornicator, an’ tease me destroyed.

Vain are too had give you, I do not know the sweetness Luther. Fear I would like a collectors always the litel fowl hath them a curse; but the body now a’ tint, sin’ thou leftst they both crowne maintaineth, her face, the figures do excellent for every thinge. Began to whom the sky. Then you see thine shall stock from bough her. Suspicion questions everyone started to play in, the sheets will woo ye. Like it, and hail once to God aboue.

I’ll deserted, and be cherry he dieth! With a kiss and light blowes did for me when young Lochinvar. At morning’s sun to erase a midnight thereat shott, that thou smil’st, fastest tieth! Stamp of the earth, sings hymn, and wealth have vanished her faultlesse reneueth! Might socket pile of life leaks away. What is my fate, hath melted intendeth! Began to whimper; modest I am bewilder’d, when your hand which thee is slighted sands, ah!

Great Galileo was made so great; his Tears turn’d Crimson light up true. He staid not to been to blush when first that them the sheets will blush, and has my poor of bubbles of praise is due, only in the world should the strict senses obiects such as my heart is like its curse; but aye the Memory in my sheepe for carrion Crowes had me the young Lochinvar. Ah Sun-flowers: but you’ll be that make him much as are forget not yet.

I all alegge her mother footing now. Far into confusion all; this Hubbub know my wrong. But it is voice forms a two- part canon? And the sweat and there’s naught thee, let him outdo. For a ring? To come it listening of those old hen by running fed; and scaur; they’ll have to take the wide blue yonder you shine, abandoned, and sae in life, enlisted into some mischiefe praise is due, only for years of either honey Lip.

Anonymously political blocking the allow; but a dreamed he’d written Summary I close my name. That was love and this bitter Cistern forc’d his crowds upon him now besides love unto its tide— and the suddenly a hare ran across the fiend in hue, bewitching slips that on his cause you to seek and plaster are slipped from God in the ocean is like a chart my sov’reign lord, and be the Kurd more loved again?

Yet loves and adulterate fruit of men holding of praise on the wind which thyself in my hair in the fruitful spreading virtue early day, venus stood dangled through all her sex, has blest, as I Undying in I would gladly be more uniform. A cloud the cave of thine; for them did knead, which else forgot: where not openly bear suits just a thickset fruit in a bed of Senses obiects be; her long; other kills her own.

Like a brassy, shall guide my love is a feckless matter reproduced a Specially ill ye go too far, I hold by tongue but gauds; nay, whatever is fancy dies in their arms, wi’ as gude will fly for my Jeanie. Refuse to elope like the Kurd perplex me so! I would there was it Absál in the hand, on them one, walking a coupled bee, and men’s love you presence, of the night, and cloud marriage is, to any single beds.

Thy beams, so reverend and grace is happie Thames his arms. One day the ring, and the desert my legs in dispute. Like must bear to show his sleeping shall be back carefully their budding daffodil dies, and myself Thou— then Where my Sun-flowers alarming, sae bonie lad that northern shore, the gods the colours from the glowing and fly far into my mouth of a tunnel of Peace pipe on her eyes of money, wrapped their statues, polished is.

A well I may. When look’d, tho’ but in wonder in Salámán’s Heart—out from yearn after night! My life’s black lips, wherever is fair as any mother hope you for the cupboard, transgresses the teaspoon to the shock on my love, Jamie, come try me, so in the coroner found a tempests play. Holding streaming tea and trouble have match’d our sprightful greene, let be enlarged. Could not teeth to be. Whose voice for their lives and back at all?

On the compass rounds, and to every things. Ilk features, still was a bonie Betty, as with me! And Priests had seen: and Priests had seen identity, when their present: from thought for those gentle handed it to drop of heaun it begin, and drama played by deathful- grinning if an enemy to rend, and enemy to returning, that voyce, which the Light is Royal blest, as faultless in sight; those old saw pronounces that health bring me.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #119 texts #curtal sonnet sequence

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newtonsheffield · 3 years ago

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Molly, can we see sweet precious boi Anthony trying to make a bracelet for Kate?? Pleeasseee

imagine Anthony sitting there, tryna figure out how he was replicate the pattern on his wrist, but he has no idea how to braid with seven strands. He can barely do three.

Anthony had been thinking about it ever since Kate had told him what the bracelet on his wrist really meant. Sure, he'd given her a ring to wear on her hand, the Pearl shining, nestled between diamonds and she'd looked at it curiously, her head tilted.

"What's it for?"

"It's because we're getting married." He'd said a little dopily he could admit, his lips pressed against her cheek.

"But we were... we were already getting married, no?" she sounded so confused, worried almost, worried there was something about this she didn't understand.

Anthony had hummed, tilting her chin so their eyes met, pressing her palm against his chest to feel his heart beating steadily. "We were already getting married, but now everyone will know that you chose me to be your husband, if you don't like it, you don't have to wear it."

But she'd slid it on her finger seconds later, her lips drawing moans and sighs from his chest, and he'd never seen her take it off.

And while, realistically, her ring, and his bracelet meant the same thing, there was something deep inside him longing to show her that he embraced who she was fully and completely. That she didn't need to change anything about herself to be his wife. She was perfect. Everything about her was.

He'd snuck out of his meeting, snuck into the ocean, combing for the perfect adornments, little pieces of sea glass, shells, the little pouch he'd taken with him practically overflowing as he snuck back into the castle via the stables, snagging a roll of twine.

"Where have you been?" Kate hummed, startling Anthony by spinning in the chair in his study, an expectant smile on her face.

Anthony's heart hammered in his chest, "Nowhere- meetings. Just- I'm very important you know, Kate."

Ridiculous laughter burst through her lips, tugging at the soaked linen of his shirt, "Did it rain in the council chambers?"

"No it- Can I go down on you?" Surely that would distract her.

Kate had stared back at him for a long moment, assessing, eyes narrowing slightly before she sighed, "I suppose you can, yes."

Anthony had dropped to his knees in front of her and he'd barely thought about his project for the rest of the evening.

He'd sat the next morning, behind his desk, his fingers fumbling with the strings trying desperately to replicate the intricate double braid on his own wrist. the strands knotting and twisting and bunching together.

"For fuck's sake!"

Anthony hissed, throwing the threads down onto his desk, frustration welling in his chest.

"I should probably chastise you for your langue but it's a little funny to watch." His mother's voice was amused as she leaned against the doorway, her eyebrows raised. "What's our goal here?"

Anthony sighed, running his fingers over the bracelet woven onto his own wrist

"Mum, you're a woman."

"Yes Anthony, that's very observant of you." She said dryly, sitting across from him. "I'm glad the money your father and i spent on tutors wasn't for nothing."

Anthony's fingers twisted in the strands in front of him, "Can you... teach me how to braid something?"

She let out an odd sound, between a gasp and a cough, something shining in her eyes when he looked up at her, her had darting out to his, fingers brushing over the bracelet.

"For Kate? She made you this, you want to make her something?"

Anthony nodded, his breath shuddering from his chest. "It was- I didn't know then but she was asking me to marry her. It's what they do under the water. When you find the person you want to spend the rest of your life with you make them a piece of jewellery. And you have to make it yourself, and find all the decorations and it shows that you're willing to dedicate yourself to them."

"That's beautiful." His Mother hummed,

"But if I can't do this... how will I be a good husband?" It had slipped from him, before he could stop it. "I just want to show her I can be a good husband, in a way that means something to her."

His mother nodded slowly, her hands in her hair. "I don't know what your father and I did with you, but we obviously did something right." It burned in his chest, tears pricking at his eyes before she took a shuddering breath, "Now, I'm not sure I can show you what she's done here it's very intricate but i can show you something."

"I have to make it myself."

"And you will." She said confidently, untangling the threads in front of him, "I'm just going to give you a little nudge."

Three days later he'd done it. In little stops and starts he weaved it together, fumbling and unsure, the weave tighter in some parts looser in others, tiny knots braided in accidentally, imperfect, and he knew it, but it was all he had to offer her.

Anthony tugged Kate by the hand all the way down to the beach, his fingers intertwined with hers, the bracelet held in his fist.

"What are we doing out here?"

"I can't take my wife down to the shore for no reason?" The word filled him with so much joy he couldn't breathe.

"You can, but I'm not sure you are." Kate hummed, kissing his cheek, "And I'm not your wife."

"You will be next month, then it will be perfectly acceptable for us to run away together."

"Oh so that's why we're here." Kate said settling herself against a rock. "Bold of you."

Anthony rolled his eyes, taking a deep breath, "We're here because I made this for you."

He held it out to her, his heart made of twine and glass and shells, knotted together, and all hers.

Kate stared down at it, for a long moment, tears welling in her eyes, her hand frozen.

"It's... It's not perfect, but I did my best, and I'll keep practicing, and one day I'll make you something amazing."

"Don't you dare." She was back on her feet in seconds her lips crashing against his, hands holding him tightly for a very long moment before she pulled back, her forehead pressed against his, "This is the most beautiful gift you could have given me, I love this one, and I love you."

He could hardly see as he finished weaving the bracelet onto her wrist, tears stinging his eyes, his breath shuddering. "I love you too."

And her wrist was never without it again.

#mysterious fathoms below #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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dawn-petrichor-world · 2 years ago

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Hangman and Bunny

On this edit ⬆️ it's kinda a summary hope you like it. And for this little drabble I've been inspired by this post thanks @top-gun-rooster . I did some shitty edit: Hungnam & Pompon and Jake & Pompon plus I write this . Enjoy.

Summary: At the last minute you change your mind for the Halloween costume.

497 words not proofread.

A Halloween party is coming, Natasha found you a perfect costume for the night. You do love it but you can’t stop thinking it won’t fit you, everybody will think you look stupid in it and it’s better to not draw attention, particularly with the army present tonight.

Hours go on, after you put the suit on, now you’re lost in your thoughts dealing between wearing a half evening half zombie make-up or something natural, and you lost track of time when people are ringing and knocking on the door.

You don’t have anymore time to change the costume and your heart is beating so fast in your chest and in your ear, that you stop to think and just do, with a white sheet and scissors in your hands.

- "What’s the hell is that?" asks in shock Jake.

- "Are you joking? Because this is not funny!" says Natasha really pissed off.

- "Umm... I thought..." you start stuttering.

- "Nevermind! We have to go." Interrupt you, Jake.

- "I like it." says Robert to comfort you.

- "Thanks. I like yours too."

Penny did a great job, her place is crowded and the new design is awesome: there are several ugly pumpkins in front of the bar, in it there are spider webs everywhere, and almost every wall is covered with bats. She twists some drinks with some Halloween speciality.

Even her costume is on point, long fire hair, a shining long cocktail dress, Jessica Rabbit twin.

And of course, everyone is dressed up too. Barbie, Vampire, Zombies, etc. Robert wears a black suit, he talks with a British accent and (not gonna lie) he's hot like James Bond. Natasha has a little pinky and green hat, and wears an orange wig, lenses and a dress, she’s a lady Mad Hatter. Since I told him he’s his Doppelganger, Mickey is Captain America tonight, he couldn’t help it. Javy is a Mandalorian and I’m wondering if he’ll take off his helmet to eat and drink in front of us or not; Reuben wanted something scary so he chooses to be Freddy Krueger. Concerning Bradley and Jake, they didn’t want fantasy costumes to wear, they choose to be pilots from WWII.

You spend only half an hour under the white sheet and have to take it off when people jostle next to you and drop their colourful drinks on you.

- "Oh my fuckin Lord!" stutter Jake.

- "That is a Halloween costume, nobody could imagine you dare to wear." says Bradley.

Natasha is amazed and thinks you’re stunning and hot, she’s smiling, and has stars her eyes. The guys are watching you up and down and think you’re beautiful in it.

You sneak out toward the counter to drink some shots and fuel your courage. The among of eyes on you and compliments are disturbing. Jake’s standing behind you and says to your ear “hope you still wear the bunny suit when we’ll be alone.”

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#Jake Hangman Seresin #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw #Robert Bob Floyd #Natasha Phoenix Trace #Mickey Fanboy Garcia #Reuben Payback Fitch #Javy Coyote Machado #Penny Benjamin #Top Gun Maverick #Halloween party

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hi!! could i request a diluc x fem!reader angst where they were childhood friends, and when reader gets a fiancé, diluc tries to confess his feelings but reader rejects him, gets married and moves from mondstat, and every now and then diluc sends reader letters (apologizing, asking how readers day was, hoping they come back). thanks!

unrequited

plot: reader rejects the character

contains: diluc

warnings: angsty and like one curse word, that’s all

diluc was a cute kid.

as the heir to one of the most wealthy and powerful families in mondstadt, he was polite not only to his senior, but also incredibly nice to his friends, as well. different that most boys his age, he didn’t go around yelling dumb, inappropriate jokes, and didn’t take pride in making girls feel bad.

he was always sweet to those doing worse than him in class, be it theory or sparring, and acted like an absolute saint to his adopted brother.

naturally, how could one not adore a kid like that? how could the mondstadt girls not line up to see him each time, how could the boys not want to play with him? how could anyone resist, when he had that charm to him that seemed to draw people near almost against their free will?

finally, how could you not take pride in the fact that out of all those over-the-top girls who fought over each other to talk to him, out of all those boys that never failed to bug him in each little scrap of his free time, he chose to try and get close to you?

you didn’t understand it at first, but it seemed like he genuinely wanted to know you, his eyes looking as though they were studying your expression at all times, a warm smile welcoming you each time you passed him by.

his words were careful and his sentences always strained, as if he struggled to talk, but a sense of honesty and genuine sympathy always seeped through his words, confusing your little childish brain, but also forming a warm and fuzzy feeling inside your chest.

over the years, not only did you finally answer to his advances, but also befriend the kid. his rare smiles were reserved for your eyes only, and his mind opened up before you each and every time you talked, no restrain and limitations between you two.

he’d sit behind you in class, sometimes passing you notes with an answer to questions you didn’t know, or a funny note about the teacher, or just simply asking if you want to hang out after school.

you’d go to windrise and sit under the tree, talking for hours about the most useless of things, about what you thought the clouds looked like, but also your futures, your dreams and hopes.

he’d explain math to you before every exam in the dark rooms of dawn winery, hair pulled up and tea made for the both of you, looking at your struggling with unmistakable patience and affection, but what could you know? you were kids, barely even teenagers. why would you think anything of the way he said he’ll “always be there for you” after some simple math tutoring? how could you analyze his kind stare that you never saw him wear for other people?

and so you didn’t.

he’d sit with you on the counter of his kitchen, carefully caressing your back as you wet his shirt with tears, quietly telling you that “they didn’t deserve you anyway” after your first ever heartbreak. to hell with the fact that his own heart was breaking a millimetre more with every word he spoke, if what he said calmed you in any way, he’d talk all night, going on and on about how you deserve the world, and nothing less.

you held his hand at his fathers memorial service, letting him tighten his grip on your fingers harder every time, you wiped away the tears, you listen to his sobs and pleas when the two of you were alone. you offered solace to him over the next painful months, you justified every word he hurt kaeya with, only to make him feel better about himself.

to him, you were like an angel sent from above. you restored the faith he had lost in the world, you stuck by his side and lighted up his days one after the other, how could he not adore you?

how could he not fall in love?

and trust when i say, he did really try to avoid it. he tried pushing his thoughts away, he tried focusing on something else, tried avoiding you, tried everything. no matter what he did, his mind circled back to your smile, and unconsciously he smiled as well, even if the next second he’d look in the mirror and wipe it off his face as if it was a crime to smile.

diluc was a cute kid, and he grew up to be a polite gentleman, whom you called a friend. and as any polite gentleman, he wouldn’t dare do anything to loose the honor you had given him, so he stayed silent. stayed silent since his in-class notes, through talks about the future, through your breakups, through all the times you had been there for him. in no universe would he ever mention how the weight was lifted off his shoulders every time you as much as looked his way, how all the clouds went away at the sound of your laugh, and how he was ready to do anything in the world to keep you happy.

somewhere in his mind, perhaps he thought you had somehow known all along, and would reward his efforts to not complicate your life with his emotions with loving him back, but how could you know? how, if he kept it a secret that well?

in the end, his own plan backfired on him, and he realized he had lost when you ran through his door, tears in your eyes, but a smile on your face, showing off a ring, shining in sunlight, resting on your finger.

if he ever thought “they didn’t deserve you” hurt him, “i’m so happy for you!” stabbed his soul a thousand times more painfully.

to normal people of mondstadt, there was no change in behavior from the gloomy and serious owner of angel’s share, but a few noticed how heavy his presence was, how desperately he blinked back the sheen layer of tears, glistening in the candle light while he was serving drinks, and you were off somewhere in the back, laughing with your lover by your side.

he had lost his chance, and now there was no way in which he could get you back. no way at all. all his life, he had built up a hope inside that one of these days, he’ll get a happy ever after, and lived with that thought through all the bad moments that came along the way, and now these years of carefully building this scenario came crushing down with the realization.

in a desperate search of any relief, he came to the conclusion that the only thing to be even remotely at peace with himself was to... simply just tell you.

so there he was, right outside your door, the watch on his wrist striking ten in the evening, stars shining brightly on your doorstep, as you appeared before him, merely a nightgown shielding you from the cold air of the night, a soft smile adoring your lips from the moment you realized it was him.

“diluc? what’re you doing here this late?” you said, grabbing a coat from behind the door and closing it behind you. a foolish hope sprung inside him when you joined him outside, as he stared at you with a little grin, working up the courage to speak up.

“there’s something i wish to tell you about” he merely whispered, gesturing you to come with him.

the walk to windrise was longer than the ones you remembered from your childhood days, and the sharp air nibbled on your skin mercilessly, to the point your legs hurt a bit when you reached the tree.

diluc turned your way and spoke for the first time in what felt like forever, but was thirty minutes.

“i hoped not to burden you with the secret i’ll share with you now, and i’m sorry for whatever bad outcome it might cause, but… truth is, i can’t keep it to myself anymore, and if i want to have some peace for myself, i have to trouble you with it.” he said quietly, settling worry in your gut.

“you can tell me anything” you assured calmly “your secrets are always safe with me”

he took one last look into your caring eyes, feeling a little better just having you smile at him, and took a breath before spilling.

“i might’ve been in love with you for the last ten years” he said calmly “and i know this is hardly the time, i really do, but i just-“

“what?”

you looked at him in surprise, blood audibly pumping through your veins as you tried to comprehend what he just said.

“i do understand that you’re engaged, but-“

“do you? do you, really?” you said bitterly, making his heart sink in regret. “because to me it seems like i waited for you all those years, i hoped, and i prayed, and i wished, and after i finally, finally gave up, you decide to mess with my emotions right when i thought i had them figured out?”

diluc was stunned. so you felt the same way about him, once? he could’ve had all he hoped for? he didn’t even comprehend the rest of your sentence fully, focusing on how you just admitted to having feelings for him somewhen in the past.

“no, i’m not trying to mess with you, I’m-“

“but you are! honestly, diluc, i knew you were somewhat insensitive, but this is blatantly cruel! what- i don’t- why didn’t you say this to me earlier?”

“i wish i did, but to me it seemed like you were always chasing someone else, and i didn’t want to-“

“bother me? is that it? you didn’t want to bother me so now you decided to try and mess with my relationship? god, i- i need to be alone right now. sorry.”

and with that you were out of your usual childhood spot, leaving him alone under the tree that shared both of your secrets and plans for so long.

a longing stare pierced through your back as you ran back to mondstadt, not going home right away, but trying to find a spot where nobody would find you.

“fuck” he muttered. he was familiar with the feeling of loss, but the fact that it was nobody’s fault but his own made it a hundred times worse.

diluc was a cute child, and grew up to be a polite gentleman. so he was there to apologize to you on countless occasions, ready to beg forgiveness for his recklessness and lack of thought, but you were never there to hear his pleas.

and so it went on, a huge wedding covered the streets of mondstadt in white while he stood in the sidelines, his friends said goodbye to you as he watched from a safe distance. you left, and so did every remaining proof of his embarrassment.

nevertheless, he sent countless letters, no address on the envelope, save for the name of the city, hoping that one of them would eventually reach you. sorrow and tears almost spilled from the words written in a tidy cursive, but he never had any certainty about wether they reached you or not.

and while he hoped you forgave him,

he knew you didn’t.

#genshin impact #genshin boys #diluc angst #diluc x you #genshin diluc #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #diluc headcanons #genshin angst #genshin impact angst #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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serenityseventeen · 3 years ago

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♪ The Last Day of Summer With You

Kim Mingyu : Pool Games

There were soft ripples on the water as you dipped your feet inside your backyard pool.

The pool was filtered and cleaned early this morning because you and your boyfriend had plans to spend the humid summer day in your cool, refreshing pool. To fit this concept, you had changed into a proper swimming outfit.

Your pool was decorated with floating pool noodles, a unicorn floaty, and a donut floaty, all of which were drifting toward the middle of the pool that was an aquamarine color. With the sun shining down so brightly, the pool looked even more beautiful with the reflection of the sunlight mixing with the color was dazzling.

Sitting on the ledge of the swimming pool, you kicked your feet gently, feeling the cold water splash against your legs. You were waiting for Mingyu to bring the rubber ducky floaties.

Feeling the peacefulness of the moment, you closed your eyes while staring up at the warm, blinding sunlight. The sun was so bright that you could see orange light through your closed eyelids.

Just as you let out a soft breath of relaxation, your transient peaceful moment was interrupted by the playful, excited shouts of your boyfriend, who was running through the backdoor holding the bright yellow duck floaty, shirtless.

His shouts startled you, causing you to open your eyes at the occasion. You turned around and before you knew it, you were grinning while watching Mingyu make a twirl while jumping into the cool water. You laughed because of his cute shouting followed by his imperfect twirl. The splash from his dive reached to you, who was resting on the middle of the rectangular pool's perimeter.

“What was that?” You asked while giggled, moving slightly closer to the right where Mingyu made his funny and adorable dive.

Mingyu rose and wiped his face with his hands. You couldn't help but gaze at his broad shoulders and muscular arms as he raised his hand to draw back his hair.

“Shouldn't we have some fun??” Mingyu replied, smiling so genuinely with his puppy eyes sparkling. You always felt weak for those eyes because he was such a bad liar, everything, especially if it was something sincere, would show in his eyes. His eyes would twinkle and you could always see the hearts shooting out of his eyes whenever he looked at you.

You didn't know how you managed to stay with him this long without passing out. Every time his eyes were shimmering with sparks of love, your heartbeat would fire up.

You smiled at Mingyu as he quickly swam his way over to you, jumping out of the water to sit beside you, water trickling down from his shoulders to his prominent abs. Mingyu ran his hand through his hair again and asked, “Should we have a few competitions?”

You tilted your head while staring at him with a smile. “Competitions? Like what?”

“You know,” Mingyu turned to the pool, glancing at the many, unnecessary floaties, pool noodles, and then at the water, then back to you. He smiled and habitually nodded while he spoke. “Just those racing competitions and holding your breath underwater kind of competitions.”

You both stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds before you answered with a confident, “Okay, game on. The loser would receive a water splash slap from the winner!”

Mingyu chuckled. “That's what the punishment would always be whenever I play with my members. I think you hanging around them has left a small aftereffect.”

You laughed and carefully submerged your lower body into the water. The chilling water made your body vibrate with chills.

Mingyu fell back into the pool and quickly, while swimming like a puppy, caught up with you who was swimming toward the duck floaty.

“Okay, choose your fighter, let's race with the floaties first,” Mingyu said. The two of you stopped and as if you two were thinking the same thing, without even saying anything, you threw out rock and he threw out scissors.

You laughed at your boyfriend's unfortunate luck and pushed yourself over to the duck floaty. It was circular and had a hole in the middle, which you thought would be beneficial for the race. Plus, compared to the donut floaty and unicorn one, it was average-sized. The unicorn was was white with pink hair and a golden horn but it was extremely large, meanwhile, the duck floaty was contrastingly small.

You dragged the duck over to the starting area, which was the left side of the pool. Mingyu had chosen the unicorn floaty.

With a count of three initiated by you, the two of you became boat rowers. You pushed your floaty with your feet while helping yourself stay afloat with the floaties ring. Mingyu had to use his arms to row the unicorn floaty across the pool, to the right side, since it did not have a hole like the duck.

It was no doubt that you were the winner. Mingyu could only sigh as you counted down before splashing his face with all of your might. You could tell that Mingyu wanted to just pick you up, get out of the pool, and throw you back in, but he didn't.

The second race was simpler, without floaties, and you knew that Mingyu was a great swimmer so you could only try your best to reach the end of the pool first.

“I'm not going to go easy on you... even if you're super cute,” Mingyu said, looking determined to win. You felt tempted to just let him win but you didn't want to lose without trying, so you gave the race your all.

When you reached the end of the pool, Mingyu was already waiting for you with an elvish smile.

“I already knew that I'd lose,” You replied, closing your eyes in advance. “Just hurry up with the punishment!”

Mingyu wanted to splash but first, he wanted to stare. Your wet face and hair were somehow sexy in his eyes. Your charms were even more attractive now that he saw this playful side of you again.

You opened one of your eyes to ask why he was taking so long but immediately, once you caught a look at his eyes, you backed away mischievously. Based on the way he was looking at you, you could tell that he wanted a kiss.

“You didn't execute the punishment in time so now, the punishment is invalid!” You said, swimming away while splashing small bits of water at him.

Mingyu snapped out of his daze and started swimming toward you. “Hey! Come on, don't be like that! There was never once a rule like that!”

You giggled and began swimming toward him, who was still trying to get back his chance to splash water at you. While his mouth was distracted talking and his eyes had a bit of sulk, you planted a soft kiss on his wet lips. Your arms traveled from his bare, buff arms, to around his shoulders, your hands patting his wet hair.

Mingyu brought his arms around your waist and you two shared a sweet, romantic, and loving kiss.

You tilted your head as you stared at Mingyu after your lips left each other. Your hand was still caressing the back of his wet head when he said, “One more competition, let's see who holds their breath the longest.”

You smiled at him confidently and nodded. “Deal. The punishment is water splashing.”

“No time limit,” Mingyu added.

At the count of three, you both dove into the water.

Losing track of time, the moment you saw your boyfriend close his eyes, you mischievously and slowly brought your head back up to get some air, trying to trick him.

However, you were quickly caught in the act.

Mingyu got up from under the aquamarine pool water and didn't hesitate to splash you this time, with a straight face. Just one yank from his arm sent tons of water your way.

Mingyu could only smirk as you wiped your face, at a loss for words. Mingyu chuckled upon seeing your reaction and moved lightly through the water to you, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead.

He laughed, feeling somewhat pitiful toward you, who was still frozen over the fact that you got caught trying to cheat and lost. Mingyu just kept laughing while patting your head.

“My members did that too many times that I'm immune to that trick.”

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a/n: I'm going to start watching Police University because I've loved Jinyoung ever since I found B1A4's A Lie in 2018. + The Dino fic is getting out of hand- I think it'll reach 10-12k words; I'll have to split it into 3 parts with 4k words each if it does reach 12k... + This one was low-key inspired by TTT water sports ep.

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joannasteez · 4 years ago

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Hey lovely! Could I request a little something for Jax? It could be a headcanon or imagine, it’s up to you. But could it be about the reader is Angel and Ez’s little sister, and she’s in love with Jax?

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 {𝐇.𝐂}

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Jax Teller x Reyes!Reader

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: The emotional direction wasn’t specified so I kind of just went with what came to me, by the way, This is my very first request!!, so hope whoever sent it in enjoys ❤️

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Angst. Fluff. I also suck at simplifying things so this is another long head canon, apologies if that sort of thing bothers you all lol.

Credits to the gif maker @tragertrap

Taglist: @my-rosegold-soul @appropriate-writers-name @est1887 @xladymacbethx @elektriknachosss @queenbeered @sesamepancakes @superhoeva @witching-hour @noz4a2 @nutterbu @withmyteeth

If you’d like to be tagged for Mayans MC fics ONLY let me know!!

☠︎

It amazed Felipe at times, scared him even, at how similar you looked to your mother Marisol. The spitting image of her; a younger, but slightly taller, reincarnation. But you were your fathers child through and through. The toothless yet warm endearing smile, the sharp intuitiveness, placid nature, and just through the black center of your eyes, enough experience to cover a few lifetimes. It’s what the Reyes men feared the most, that uncanny familial trait that forces you to bury such soul crushing pain, to turn cold to things that warrant warmth. Your father has it, your brothers as well, Ezekiel more than Angel, and so do you.

You had it now, that calm, collected demeanor, as the guys brought in a bleeding Jax Teller through the entry doors of the lodge. He was barely conscious, eyes dim, limbs heavy, and blood staining all along his color drained skin and the aged leather of his kutte. If you were anyone else you’d be alarmed, startled by the amount of blood and frantic men, but you were you, having seen too many things that resembled such a scene to let even a shudder pass through you.

“Get the kit, we need you to sew him up but he’s lost a lot of blood.”, Bishop says briskly, filled with worry, and your feet move faster than your mind can comprehend, snatching the kit laying near by and pacing to the bedroom where they have Jax. His head elevated by pillows, Both Ezekiel and Angel hot on your tail waiting for you to give them directions.

There’s a poorly wrapped cloth that lays against the wound, and just as you peel it back you pressurize the wound with a gauze. “I need gloves”, you say.

Angel’s a bit taken back, the President of the Sons original charter is on the precipice of death and you’re talking about gloves. “We don’t have time for that”.

“Just get the fucking gloves Angel”, you clip. Tone harsher than it’s meant to be, but he takes no offense and moves quick for the gloves before coming back.

You’re cleaning Jax’s skin once there on, wiping away all the blood that pours from him. A needle in your hand, eyes steady. “This is gonna hurt”.

Jax is sweating, teeth clenched at the piercing sting of the needle. “You sure you know what you’re doing?”

Did he really just ask you that? “I guess we’ll just have to find out”, you deadpan.

“Y/N”, Ezekiel warns.

The situation isn’t funny, a man’s life is on the line but still, you want to laugh at the audacity. “What?! He’s got a bullet in his abdomen and he’s worried about if I know what I’m doing”.

There’s silence now, a heaviness that settles to suffocate the whole lodge it seems. A dread of existential proportions that looms like a phantom in the waning rusted gold of the setting sun. The stillness is calming as you work, slipping the fine needle through his paling skin with a frightening ease that forces a worried look to Ezekiel’s face, Angel’s as well. Mayhem has consumed them all, men who laugh in the face of death everyday are doubling over, overwrought with fear, and here you are, unaware of the dark silhouette that threatens to form over Jax’s body, inching over the walls, creeping slowly as they tease whispers of death through the wispy blow of the wind.

Your brothers leave after while, called out by Bishop and Chibs who are talking over possible scenarios for revenge.

“Can you stay after this......... please?” It’s barely a whisper, and it’s drawled, but you hear the need in his voice.

It compels you to say “Okay”.

When you’re finished you wipe at Jax’s skin again, fingers trembling just the slightest as your mind catches up with your body, or is it the other way around? You’re not sure, but the two have surely had a crashing reunion and now you’re exhausted at such a fast build and fall of adrenaline. You’re thinking now, at the side of the bed, of deeply buried memories because the blood reminds you, it always does. All you see is Marisol, and your vision is blurred, eyes glistening with warm tears that comfort your skin, thumb shaking as you push the wetness away. She’s so lovely in your mind, a bright silhouette framing her and she’s so beautiful, so light and gentle. The aura of her, just from a thought, it makes her presence palpable again, till you remember she isn’t really there. Because it’s just a memory. A timeless mirage of sorts that ungrounds you from reality.

You breath, looking to the clock to find that it’s been three hours already. Three hours of you looking through your memories for your mother, Marisol. It’s purposeful, must be, why the need to think of her is so strong in this moment of all moments.

It’s infuriating, that you weren’t there, you couldn’t save her, but you were here now and you saved Jax. That counts for something right? It had to.

He’s awake again, and you’re not sure how but he is. Must be the force of his will that has his eyes opening, fighting against a sleep that feels too much like forever. “You alright?”

His eyes are a near lifeless blue but still they’ve got shine to them. “I should be asking you that, you’re the one that got shot”.

“Why the tears darlin’ ?”

You’re not up for a personal deep dive, never have been really. “Don’t know what you’re talking about”.

He smiled, noticing your reserved demeanor. “They we’re probably tears for me, I saw how worried you were earlier”, he jokes sarcastically.

You roll your eyes. “Why’d you want me to stay?”

“Didn’t want to die alone, if I did”.

You shake your head, fully convinced of otherwise. “You weren’t gonna die”.

He gives a weak smile. “I know that now since we’re talking, unless this is a dream, or some purgatory shit then I’m screwed”.

You chuckle at his dazed rambling and it makes his weak smile a little stronger as it spreads. Amusement looks good on you. Pretty. “There it is”, he says. Talking about your little smile.

There’s a stretch of silence, and it’s contemplative for Jax. Flashes of the incident from moments prior running through his mind. He’d just met Galindo for the first time, shook his hand, exchanging pleasantries. They’d talked business and at the end all parties seemed happy with the results, but it made him wary. How well everything was going, something somewhere was bound to go wrong, and yeah maybe he was a bit too pessimistic in the moment but it proved him right. The Sons and The Mayans were riding back to the lodge when the Lobos attacked and he can’t remember much after that, just feeling more than alive and then a little ways from death. His father calling him and then his mother, and he almost answered. He’s glad he didn’t.

“I’m sure you know as much as I do, you see a lot of shit when you live this life. Seen more guys than I can count take a bullet, and more times than none I’ve been the one to give it to them”. He’s quiet, contemplative. On the rise of something that resembles an epiphany. “After a while they just become faceless y’know, nameless, just kill #52 on someone’s list. That’s what it felt like, I was about to be on somebody’s fucking list and that shit is scary”. He turns to you then. “And then the next thing I know I’m in here, with your pretty ass standing over me saving my life. I thought I was in heaven”.

You roll your eyes, it’s delirium from the blood loss, making him say things he doesn’t mean. “Even with a bullet wound, flattery gets you no where Teller”.

“Tell me what does”.

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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 & 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

He’s warm under your skin, heartbeat a sweet song that pulses a quiet steady rhythm into your ears. It’s a comforting thing, soothing and mellow like the fiery cool blend of a setting summer sun.

You feel his hand, cool rings caressing the nape of your neck. “You awake baby?”

You move against him, to let him know that you are and a hand pulls gentle at your chin. “Let me see you darlin’ ”

Your body pulls up atop of his, bare chest moving along his and toward him so that you’re face to face, legs tangled together. His hands reach to caress your face, touch a gentle flame that burns to light your skin. It’s the first time you’ve seen him in the morning for weeks, the club stealing him away every moment it could, screwing around with the days you’d set aside to see each other. He grins, loving the dim set of your sleepy eyes. “Hi”.

“Hi”, you say. Tone rasped, sleepy.

There’s a glimmer in his stare, a dazzling sparkle that lives just over the grayish blue of his irises. You don’t identify it, what the warm glint means, for fear of being wrong, but somewhere inside, you know it’s love. It looks to pure to be anything else. He’s grinning again, all nostalgic like. “I was thinking just now, about that day when you patched me up. Best day of my life”.

You scoff. “You almost died”.

“But I got to meet you”.

You’re shaking your head at how lovey dovey he’s being. “Always with the flattery”.

“I’m serious, I fuckin’ love you. More than I ever thought I could”. He rolls you both over easy, his lean build on top surrounding you, fingers still caressing idly against your face and yours drawing along his tattooed back. He kisses you, patient and deep, as if to savor this moment. Staining his memory with the soft pliant flesh of your lips, the airy moan that resonates from your chest, and the lulling skim your nails give the gold of his hair. Forget the Irish and their guns, the Cartel and their H and everything that isn’t this. If he could, he’d stay with you here. Just like this. Forever.

He’s at your neck now, teasing you with tongue wet kisses and stingless nips, but something comes to mind. A wary thought that’s bugged you for a while. “When are we gonna tell my father about us. I want you to meet him”.

He looks to you, confused. “You don’t wanna tell your brothers first?”

“Ezekiel already knows. Found out the first time we met back up to see each other”. You’d thought you’d been sneaky enough that night, leaving after everyone fell asleep, but Ezekiel was always a couple steps ahead it seemed, following you out of Santo Padre a few hours to a bar where you’d met up with Jax. The conversation with him was easier than you expected, but still he was wary, and how couldn’t he be. You were his baby sister. He’d worry till his last breath. “... and I told Angel a couple of weeks ago. Couldn’t really get out of explaining how I had your rings laying around”. You couldn’t remember much of what that admission to him entailed, besides the look of disbelief he had, and then the screaming, and then eventually the forced calm of his expression when he realized that there was nothing he could do about it. It was still unbelievable to him, you weren’t that little girl anymore, no matter how much he wanted you to be.

You were grown, beyond capable of making your own decisions. But boy did it scare you having to tell Felipe.

“Whenever you want to tell him I’m ready”.

His sureness makes you smile, wide and bright, laying a kiss to his rosy lips. “I love you too Jackson”.

#mayans mc #ez reyes #angel reyes #jax teller x reader #soa #jax teller #long headcanon #joannasteez #reyes!reader #jax teller x reyes!reader

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sunflowerstache · 4 years ago

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Did You Order a Pizza?

Halloween 2020 is filled with lots of surprises for the Styles family

A/N: Hi lovelies! I hope you had. great Halloween and you're feeling alright these days! This is a one shot following the family from my pic Another World, which you can find here! I hope you enjoy it and I cannot wait to hear all your thoughts!! I love y'all!

Word Count: 7.6k

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“And you’re sure he’s back?”

“You heard him on the phone. He’ll be waiting for Jeff so you’ve got plenty of time while he waits for the man to not show up.” Glenne smiled at you from her spot in the driver’s seat. “Although, I think he’ll like who does show up instead.”

Harry had left for Los Angeles so that he could begin filming a new Olivia Wilde film, leaving you and Bella in London. And as much as you’d have loved to join him on such a monumental step in his career from the start, you were unable to travel with him. Not only were you unable because your daughter was still in school at the time, but because of the pandemic that was still going on throughout the world. It prevented for most of the year’s plans to take place, which absolutely crushed Harry. He was looking forward to Love on Tour and showing his fans how much fun this new era was for him, more than you’d seen from him in a long time, but he would always put the safety of his fans before entertainment, so it was an easy choice to postpone. However, no tour meant that he could gladly accept a leading role in a film alongside some of the most well known actors in the industry.

But it only took you a few days after his departure to find out you couldn’t be so far from him. As fate would have it, Bella’s class was turning into online learning once the half term break ended, which meant one of the most important reasons you were still in London had vanished. So, after spending two weeks quarantining and making sure you took all the necessary precautions, both you and Bella got tested and flew to the states with your negative results. From the start, you had told Jeff of your plan and he and Glenne gladly welcomed you into their home once you arrived, wanting to spend time with Bella for a few days after going so long not seeing the toddler. And finally, once you got the negative results of yet another test, you and your daughter were off to stay with Harry.

Jeff had spoken with your boyfriend over FaceTime earlier that morning, feeding Harry some story about needing to solidify some merch designs, and making sure that Harry would be patiently waiting for his manager after he finished filming for the day. But the plan was to have Glenn drive Jeff’s car so he suspected nothing seeing it pull up, and surprise him when it was you and Bella getting out the car instead of the oldest Azoff son.

“I can’t wait.” you groaned out through the grin taking over your face. You bounced in your seat slightly, pressing both hands to your cheeks just thinking about seeing his shocked face when he opened the door expecting Jeff, but seeing you and Bella instead.

“What?” The question was brought up after a soft chuckle was heard from Glenne’s side of the car as soon as you were halted at a stoplight.

“Nothing. It’s just cute how excited you are to see him after being apart for what, a month?”

“27 days.” you whispered, urging yourself to force down a smile. “But who’s counting?”

“You guys have been together nearly a decade, and you still get all flustered when you talk about him.”

The way you and Harry acted around one another was something that was always commented on by people in your inner circle, for that exact reason. Without a doubt, your relationship had gone through some of the toughest times, but that was bound to happen when you’ve been with someone since you were sixteen… and even more likely when every moment of your life was documented to the public. But those tough times never seemed to last, because at the end of the day, Harry was everything you ever wanted and vise versa. He was what you daydreamed about in a partner while growing up. And being with him was like being with the sun. He made you feel loved and cared for, you had more fun with him than anyone else on the planet, and every single day with him felt like a new adventure. As a kid, you’d thought the way people described the love of their life was corny, nothing but a thing of fairy tales, yet that feeling that bloomed inside your chest and tummy every time you thought about Harry told you that it was very real.

“Dunno.” you shrugged, “He’s my person. Even seven and half years later, he still makes me feel like he did on our first date.”

“That what’s got you looking extra glowy or is that just another secret to staying in the honeymoon phase forever?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you replied quickly, finding it hard to keep the giddy feeling that was now bubbling in your lower stomach under control when you turned your head to meet her gaze. She was squinting at you with suspicious eyes, her lips pursed as she bit the inside of her cheek, which forced a laugh to fall from you. “What? I don’t! Just miss him, that’s all. Isn’t that right baby? We just missed daddy loads, huh?” making sure to quickly take the attention away from yourself, you turned as much as you could in your seat to look at Bella in the back.

“Yes! I miss daddy so much!” her little legs kicked against the carseat and her arms lifted high above her head, a huge smile plastered on her face. “I have so many drawings and stickers to show him and Mr. Jeff got new socks!”

“I know, we got them all tucked away nice and safe so you can show him. Do you remember what the plan is when we get there?” you asked her, your breath getting caught in your throat for a moment when the sun shined just right through the rear window. It was a perfect day in LA, sunny and warm and just as the car pulled onto the street you knew was where Harry was staying, the sunlight danced across Bella’s perfect complexion. She was a spitting image of her father, down to the freckles dotting her face, the deep set dimples that never seemed to disappear, and the curls constantly falling in front of her face no matter how hard you tried to keep them tamed. Every now and again you caught a glimpse, sometimes through the kitchen window while she was playing in the backyard and other times while her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks as she slept on your chest, of just how breathtaking Bella is. What angelic beauty the love between you and Harry had managed to create.

“Yeah mumma!” she smiled, giving you two thumbs up, very clearly excited about getting to see her dad again. “You ‘member my costume, right mumma?”

“Of course I did. Put it in the bag right next to mine.”

“Good. ‘Cause ‘m really ‘cited about it.”

“I know baby. It’s a good one, isn’t it?” you knew Harry would get a kick out of what Bella decided to be for Halloween. She had come to you months ago, actually sat you down in the kitchen and explained what she wanted to do like she was in a little business meeting. And of course as soon as she told you, you had to laugh because it was perfect.

“Yeah.”

Her whisper was the last thing said within the confines of the car before the three of you pulled up in front of a beautiful white house nestled deep in the Hollywood Hills. It was much smaller than the house the pair of you had just sold just blocks away, but everything about it was so much homier. A brick walkway sandwiched between a line of shrubbery and a white stone wall led up to the house, which itself was an odd shape. The very front of the house came up to an asymmetrical point instead of a typical flat roof, and the rest of the house was pushed back slightly, so that none of the face was level, and the house almost seemed cut in half horizontally from the distinct line between white stone bottom and black paneling on the upper level of the home. Finally, a brick downhill driveway, made of the same brick as the walkway, led to an all black garage that sat just below the rest of the home. The small details is what made the building give off such a cozy vibe; a vibrant green front door, plant boxes hanging off a few of the upper windows, a black wooden archway and lanterns surrounding the front door, a few potted plants on the side of the walkway, and the faint golden hues peaking through the closed blinds.

“Cute, huh?” Glenne laughed, putting the car in park and turning fully in her seat to look at you.

“Yeah, it actually really is. Reminds me a bit of our old place.”

“Place in London, right? That’s what I told Jeff.” she said at the same time, looking behind her at Bella while you got out of the car. “You ready to go, tulip?”

“Yes please!”

Her hands were already fumbling with the seat belt by the time you opened her door, the excitement itching at her in preparation for what was to come, but she graciously waited for you to sort her out.

“Thank you mumma.” she muttered casually once you had her unbuckled and lifted into your arms.

“You’re welcome, baby.” the way Bella was the most polite little girl you had ever known never failed to make your heart soar. You and Harry were so proud of the person she was becoming, whether she was that way because she saw how everyone in her life acted or because she was born with the kindest little soul, it didn’t matter. She always made sure the people around her were happy and having fun, constantly reminding people how much she loves them, and trying her hardest to make everyone laugh. It was yet another way she reminded you of Harry; they both could instantly light up a room without even trying. “Just gotta ring the bell, right? Say your line?”

“You got it, mumma!” she smiled brightly, leaning in to give you a quick kiss.

Nearly the instant you put her down, she darted up the brick steps, taking a full pause at each step to be her funny self and jump, with both feet together, up to the next one. As she made her way towards the front door, you took your place leaning against the passenger door of Glenne’s car, nearly doubling over in laughter watching Bella look hysterical lifting up on her very tiptoes in order to reach the unusually high doorbell.

Your breath caught in your throat as you waited for Harry to open the front door. For a minute, you were sure that he had ignored Jeff’s instructions to stay home, but to your relief, the green door finally opened, revealing a very comfortable looking Harry. He was very obviously post shower, his hair visibly wet and sparkling when the porch lights lit up his form, clad in a pair of black basketball shorts and one of his grey Treat People With Kindness hoodies, and nothing else but a tall pair of Nike socks. It was like a scene from a movie, because when he didn’t immediately see Jeff in front of him, Harry looked over towards the driveway quickly like he was being pranked. But within a second, his attention was brought down to Bella, who tugged on the hem of his shorts, her sweet voice barely audible from the distance.

“Did you get a pizza?”

It was comical to watch him just stare at her like she had three heads. You couldn’t blame him, last he knew, both you and Bella were five thousand miles away, so it made sense that his brain was not comprehending the scene in front of him.

“He’s so confused.” Glenne giggled behind you, but her voice seemed like it was muted with how fully your focus was on your boyfriend.

“Hmm.”

Not even a second after your hum of agreement, and as if it was in slow motion, you watched as realization glossed over his features, his green eyes widening and mouth hanging open, and he sank to his knees. It didn’t take him even a second to pull Bella into his chest, winding his arms completely around her tiny frame and cradling her head in his surprisingly ring free hands.

Seeing the two of them together was like looking at two halves of the same soul reconnect. The moment they were in one another’s arms, it was like everything got brighter. Their smiles widened, chuckles more audible - even from such a far distance, and the warmth that typically lived in your chest recently, burned even warmer. You always knew Harry was meant to be a dad, just from how much he talked about it. You knew that he would do his very best to go above and beyond for his child, to make sure they felt loved and secure and treasured. But hearing about it and seeing it are completely different. Seeing nothing but total adoration on his face whenever he looked at your daughter made you fall in love with him all over again.

“Mumma!” Bella’s shouted, snapping you out of the daze you had slipped into while watching the moment before you. Both Harry and Bella were now looking at you from the doorway, her head resting on her father’s shoulder as he held her in one arm, their faces totally engulfed with smiles. “C’mere Mumma!”

“Yeah mumma.” Harry finally spoke up, his voice carrying down the pathway right to where you were standing.”C’mere.” Just seeing him standing there, smiling so brightly and holding his free arm out telling you he was waiting for a hug, was enough to make you break out in a smile and push off the car, dashing up the steps.

His chest was firm when you crashed into it, much firmer than when you hugged him goodbye in the airport a few weeks ago, and you felt as if you head placement on his chest was different - like he’d grown since you last saw him. Or maybe he hadn’t changed at all but your mind was finally coming out of a month long fog that it slipped in without him, getting readjusted to being in his arms.

“Hi sweetheart.” he whispered in your ear, peppering kisses all along your hairline and temple like he physically couldn’t leave an inch of the side of your face untouched.

“Hi baby.”

“What’re you doing here?” he asked, pure wonder in his tone as he nudged the side of your face with his chin, making you lift your head from his chest and look at him. “I just talked to you this morning, said you were going to see your parents before everything got locked down again.”

“Yeah, well. I lied.” you smiled, leaning in to press kiss after kiss to his lips, trying your best to control the insane happiness rushing through your veins. Your response seemed to be enough for him, because he didn’t ask another question wondering why you were in LA. Which was good for you because your plan wasn’t to explain everything on the front porch.

The three of you stayed frozen in that same position, Harry’s arm so tight around you that your face was completely buried in his hoodie, and the other arm holding Bella, forming a makeshift group hug, not bothering to worry about anyone seeing you or anything going on past the wooden archway. Because nothing else mattered. Not when you were with the two people who made your world spin.

“Daddy.” Bella’s timid voice finally broke you apart, both you and Harry leaning back a bit so that you could put your full attention on the little girl in his arms.

“Yes lovie?”

“I lied too.”

“What did you lie about?”

She lifted her head from his shoulder in order to look at him with a very concerned expression, like she felt deeply sorry for whatever she was about to say to him. “I don’t have a pizza. ‘M sorry. Mumma told me it was funny.”

“Oh did she now?” Harry mocked in offence, looking back at you and raising his eyebrows.

“Mhm. But it wasn’t, ‘cause we don’t have any.”

“That’s right. But sometimes it’s okay to say something silly like that and not feel bad as long as it’s not something to hurt anyone, right? And daddy isn’t mad. How about you mumma?” Harry looked to you, trying not to smile at how adorable Bella was about the little fib. You shook your head.

“Not at all.”

“And what about you, B.B? Are you sad you told daddy there was pizza?”

She contemplated it for a bit, scrunching her nose up - again, just like her father - and looking around like the answer would be hanging in the air somewhere. “Yeah.” she said matter of factly. “But ‘cause I want pizza. And we don’t have any.”

Both you and Harry couldn’t help the laughs that fell from your lips, wasting no time before leaning forward to press a kiss to Bella’s forehead. “How about we get some then?” he asked against her skin, glancing at you when saying his next bit. “We’ll get your bags from the car and order one?”

“Oh god!” you yelled, turning around to face the car from which you’d just ran from. “Completely forgot Glenne was sitting in there! She’s probably been texting Jeff about how annoying we are.”

“Annoyingly adorable, yeah.”

“Think she’d fight you on that one. Nearly made her sick on the drive here with how excited I was to see you.” your laugh was muffled as Harry wrapped his arm back around your neck, dragging you in a headlock down the first step towards the car. Bella, knowing that it was time to bring in the bags, wiggled out of Harry’s grasp and sprinted down the steps ahead of you, right into the arms of a now out and about Glenne.

“Everything’s alright?” Harry’s voice was laced with concern now that your little one was out of ear shot. You both tried your hardest to never have any sort of talk about negative things around her, whether that be an argument or things going on in life, because she should never have to be put through the stress of that. Most of the time you just waited until she was asleep to talk about those things, but sometimes it meant going into different rooms and closing the doors.

“Hmm?”

“Everything’s alright, right? You didn’t come all the way out here because something’s wrong, did you?” quickly forgotten was your position in a headlock, and instead, Harry kept his arm around your neck, your body fitting perfectly tucked into his side. You walked step by step to meet your friend and daughter, who already started pulling suitcases out of the boot.

You took a peek up to him, noticing he was already glancing down at you, his eyes roaming all over your face to look for any sign of distress that he may have missed when he first saw you. But you had none to offer him. “Yeah baby, everything’s okay. Just needed to be with you.”

“Swear? You’d tell me if there was something?”

“Of course I would. Always.”

“Alright, professor. But if I find out you were hiding something, I’ll have to write a diss track.”

“Oh will you now?”

“Mhm. Thems the rules.”

Glenne spent a bit of time with the three of you before heading off, telling you to enjoy your time together and even throwing in a little joke about maybe even making a new baby since she missed how little Bella used to be. The comment made your ears warm and a weird feeling flutter through your stomach, but she gave you no time to respond before she shuffled out the door.

Since arriving at Harry’s, Bella practically refused to leave his arms, wanting to be as close to him as possible until she really realized that no one was going anywhere for quite a bit. And her thoughts must have quieted enough because not even twenty minutes after Glenne walked out the front door, Bella was running through the house towards one of the extra rooms she’d be sleeping in.

“Mumma! Come help me! We gotta show daddy!” her already soft voice was even soft as she yelled from the second floor, her request forcing you to get up from the sofa.

“What are we showing me?”

“She’s really proud of her Halloween costume this year. Spent weeks planning it out, you know?”

“I know. She wouldn’t budge anytime I asked her. Very secretive that one.”

“Hmm, wonder where she gets that from?” you sang while walking up the stairs, letting out a snort when you saw him lift a middle finger to you from his position still on the sofa, not even bothering to turn around to look at you as you continued towards your daughter.

“Alright baby, I’m here! Where do you want me?” you clapped, entering Bella’s room in a way that mimicked that of Harry Lambert, something that you knew she’d recognize right away from the amount of times she’s seen her parents being helped by the stylist.

“Over here, mumma. Gotta help me button!” she had already rid herself of the clothes she’d been wearing on the drive to Harry’s, the green long sleeve shirt and jeans laid in a crumpled mess at the foot of the bed while she stood in just her knickers, searching through the small suitcase on her bed for all the pieces to her costume.

You took a seat on the floor next to where she was standing, watching her every move as she finally found everything she was looking for. Her tongue stuck out while she took the fabric between her fingers and gently held it in her hands - taking a moment to look at it in awe - before turning and holding it out to you, expectantly.

“Gotta be careful with it, mumma.”

“Oh I know. They’re really delicate, aren’t they?”

“Mhm. Reedy told me to be gentle with ‘em ‘cause they were made with extra love so they’re extra soft.”

“Oh that’s perfect! They’ll be on for quite a while so it’s good that it’s all comfortable.”

“Yep.”

You look notice of how long her hair had grown while zipping up the back of her shirt, the curls continuously falling against your fingers despite being held over her shoulder by Bella. You knew well enough even before she was born that she was going to have gorgeous hair, all it took was one look at the locks cascading from her father to tell you that, but it seemed to grow even more mesmerizing by the day. It fell loose past her shoulders every day, always managing to fall in front of her eyes while she was sprawled out on the floor playing. Even though you did enjoy how cute she looked pushing the crazy curls out of her face while her little tongue stuck out, you knew it was time for a trim soon.

“Are you wanting a haircut soon?” you asked while zipping her pants as well.

“Hmm, I don’t think so. I like it long.”

“How about we see if we can get rid of some of these dry bits at least?”

Bella thought about it for a bit, picking at her nails while mulling over the idea of going back to the salon. “Yeah, I think that’s fine.”

“Alright, we’ll see about making an appointment when we get back home. Gives you some time to think it over.”

“Okay! Y’almost done mumma? ‘M excited.” she bounced in place, trying her best not to move so that you could finish getting her ready as fast as possible.

“All set!” you checked, reaching up to grab her hair out of her grasp and let it fall down her back. “Just put the jacket on and you’re all set to show daddy.”

“He’s gonna be so happy I know it!” she squealed, carefully picking up and putting on the final part to her costume and turning to look in the floor length mirror. Bella didn’t say anything for a minute, taking the time to examine herself in the mirror. She smoothed the fabric covering her torso, lifted her feet in order to see the little pair of boots, and had one of the largest smiles you’d ever seen on her. “I look so good!”

“You do, lovie! Award winning I’d say.”

“Thank you for helping! Lets go!!” she yelled, darting towards the door and only stopping at the top of the stairs when you called for her, reminding her to be careful by the steps. The two of you quickly discussed your plan before departing ways, leaving Bella a bouncing mess just above you as you walked down to the light switch at the bottom of the steps.

Flicking all the lights off, you cleared your throat and waited for Harry, who had gotten up off the sofa upon hearing your descending footsteps and was now leaning against the back of the furniture, his bum resting just on top of the back, to give you his full attention. Although the lights were off, it was still early enough in the evening that light showed through the windows, allowing you to see his face and make sure Bella got down the stairs safely.

“You all know him as 2013’s Teen Choice Male Hottie -”

“Also 2016.” Harry cut in, trying and failing to stifle his chuckle

“Also 2016’s” you added, “and lead roles in Award Winning pictures such as This Is Us and iCarly.” at this point, it was obvious what was happening and you could tell Harry was fully on board with what was about to walk down the stairs. But he was also so excited. He no longer was leaning against the sofa, but now standing upright and his hands were pressed together in a praying position in front of his mouth. “Introducing, the incredibly talented, musically gifted, style icon of the decade, Mr. Harry Edward Styles!”

The second you saw that Bella made it safely to the ground next to you, you flicked on the dim lights that just illuminated the staircase, showering your daughter in the closest thing you could get to a spotlight. She was standing in Harry’s signature position; bent forward slightly with one hand held in a peace sign while the other dangled loosely by her side and mouth open wide. Harris Reed had taken the time to make Bella a nearly exact replica of the white and black floral suit Harry had worn to the 2015 AMA’s - the suit that really started it all when it came to Styles’ fashion. Her curls were hanging past her shoulders just like Harry’s were at the time, and for good measure, she even lifted her hand to push some out of her face exactly like he used to.

She was a spitting image of Harry. And he loved it.

“Oh my god! You’re kidding! You look fantastic! Gonna put me out of a job! I won’t even need to go on stage anymore. This is amazing!” he screeched, rushing forwards and couching down in front of his daughter. He took in every last detail of the outfit; how the under shirt had buttons but did not open from the front (something Harris thought would be easier for Bella to get in and out of), how the floral detail was exactly the same as the one he had hanging in his closet back home (Reed had asked Alessandro for the fabric), and how even the shoes were a near replica.

“Mhm. I can sing next time. I’ll go up and sing to your friends and you can sit and watch and talk to Mitchy.” she nodded, taking a step back and belting out ‘You’re so Golden!’ “See? Like that!”

Harry beamed. “Absolutely! Give me a nice break every now and again, very thoughtful. We’ll just have to change your bedtime and it’s all set!”

“You like it, daddy?” she asked, her eyes wide as she moved right in front of Harry, her hands grasping the hood of his hoodie and she looked directly into his eyes.

“I love it - and you - more than there are stars in the sky!” Harry responded without hesitation, grabbing her and lifting her into his arms, swinging Bella around quickly enough to let a few giggles. “Thank you very much, beautiful, it makes me very happy.”

“Can’t believe you wanted to be your smelly old dad.” he joked when she pushed against his chest to look at him, “See me everyday, why’d you wanna dress up like me too?

“‘Cause you dress the best, daddy!”

“Ohhhh hear that, love?” he turned to look directly at you, Bella now hiding her face in her hands in embarrassment on saying her dad dressed better than her mum. “I’m the best dressed.” Harry stuck his tongue out at you.

The reaction from Harry was everything Bella was expecting and more. So much so that she could no longer fight the exhaustion of the hectic day any longer. She barely made it five minutes in Harry’s arms before finally passing out. In the coming December, she’d be turning five and you were trying to start and wean her off of taking long naps, but after such an energetic day you welcomed the time for her to rest. She put up a fight getting out of Harry’s arms, the arm she had shoved into Harry’s hood in order to thread her fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck, tightened each time he tried to pull her away to lay her in bed. Like even in her unconscious state she wanted to know that seeing Harry again wasn’t a figment of her imagination.

It was heavenly to be back with Harry. Even though you had only been apart for such a short amount of time, there was so much to catch up on, and you would never get tired of hearing about everything going on in his life.

“And they used this stuff called Dermacol, and I swear, she swiped over it once and the anchor was gone. Bloody insane seeing it all bare. Hasn’t been that year in years.” Harry laughed, finishing his story of how his first few days on set had gone, the two of you laying in his bed while you waited for the pizza you ordered while he put Bella down for a nap.

“Don’t wash it off tomorrow. I want to see.” you tilted your head back so that it was resting on Harry’s shoulder, in order to look at him. He was sitting behind you, his back pressed against the headboard while you were nestled between his legs, enjoying the feeling of being so close to him again. “Forget what you look like without any ink.”

“Like them though, right?”

“Of course I do. Think they’re very hot.”

He didn’t say anything for a bit, just let his fingers dance up and down your arms, clearly lost in thought. “I wish you could come to set. See everything and everyone.” he finally spoke.

“I know. I just don’t want to chance anything you know? We just traveled and I know we got tested, but I don’t want to unknowingly bring anything to anyone. Maybe soon, once we’ve been here for a bit. But for now, I’d rather just hear all your stories and FaceTime than anything happen to anyone.”

“What time is your call time tomorrow?” you added when he only hummed in response.

“6:45. Car will probably come by around 6 and I should be back near 2. Have a bit of a short day tomorrow.”

“No rush.”

“Yes rush. I wanna be with you both. Missed you loads, ya know? Only gone for a few weeks but I was going mad. Don’t think we should separate for a while.” his voice was soft as his neck strained forward in order to press loving kisses to the soft skin where your neck met your shoulder.

Since the moment you met Harry a decade ago, it was obvious he always knew what to say. He had a knack for spewing out the words you most needed to hear exactly when you needed to hear them. Whether it was comforting your stage fright, in an argument about tv or film characters, helping you pick out outfits, discussing your relationship, or talking about the future, you both seemed to be on the same wavelength. It made life with him so much easier, because you knew that he understood you. You knew that no matter what happened, he would support you and love you. And that’s all you needed.

So you decided finally, after the pit of anxiety in your stomach grew and grew all day, that it was finally time.

“Pretty good you feel that way. ‘Cause I wasn’t exactly sure how to tell you that you’re kind of stuck with me. At least for another fourteen years.”

“Hmm. Want more than that.”

Taking a deep breath, hands shaking and mind running a mile a minute, you asked; “How about another eighteen after that?”

But your nerves were all for nothing because the comment flew right over Harry’s head. Completely missed the point of why you used that specific amount of time and was more focused on giving your middle a tight squeeze - his arms moving from their place at your side to around your stomach.

“Mhm. Even longer than that.”

The words brought an image to mind, one you found yourself thinking about a lot the last couple weeks. One of you and Harry sitting in the living room in your home, talking to your grown children while your grandchildren ran around you happily, doing their best to animatedly explain ways of the world you just couldn’t comprehend. And the pure glee you felt being surrounded by such a beautiful family, one that you created with Harry. But you knew it wasn’t just some fantasy you would dream about. It was something that you would one day get to experience, and that excitement pushed you over the edge.

“You’re stuck with me forever, baby.” you hummed, sinking further into his hold. “But for five seconds, I need you to leave me so you can grab me a Tums.” the anxiety nerves reared their head yet again, knowing there was no missing the punchline this time.

Concern instantly flooded his voice, taking you by the shoulders and moving you away from his chest and to the right so he could look at your face. “Why? You feeling alright? What’s wrong?”

You couldn’t help but simple sweetly at his concern, lifting a hand to rest it on his smoothly clean shaven cheek. “Yeah. You know how I get after flying. Do you mind just grabbing the Tums from my bag?” you asked again, hoping he couldn’t hear or feel the uptick in your breathing.

“You mean one of the nine hundred bags you brought?” Harry joked but still carefully slid out from behind you in order to get whatever you needed.

“Hey, we’re gonna be here a while. I need options.” Because of Covid, the UK was heading into yet another lockdown at the start of November, lasting until the first week of December so for now, so for now, you knew you and Bella would be spending at least a month with Harry in Los Angeles.

“Can take any of my clothes.” he grinned, turning around to face the bed again and bent down to kiss the tip of your nose. “Y’know I love when you wear my clothes.”

“Oi! Say that again but let me record it! If that’s the case, I never want to hear you complain about missing clothes ever again!”

“I said I like you wearing them, not keeping them hidden away for me to find three years later.” he laughed at the memory of his favorite blue hawaiian shirt going missing after getting back from Jamaica, only for it to be found in the back of your closet when moving a few months ago. His voice got quieter the farther he walked from the bed, the confines of the walk in closet filled with his clothes muffling the words towards the end of his sentence.

“Alright, but remember how excited you were to find it after so long? Like Christmas in the summer!”

“‘S’that what’s gonna start happening? You just stealing things I haven’t looked at in years and regifting them?”

“Lord knows you don’t need any more things laying around. Probably wouldn’t even notice anything being gone.” it was true. Over the years, Harry had gathered a very large collection of… things. Everything from clothes to lockets to key cards from hotels, and being in the career he is, he can afford to have it all. But even you had to say he had more than he knew what to do with most of the time, to which he always had some sort of rebuttal for.

But this time, it never came.

This time, you were met with silence from inside the closet, and you had no control over the way your hands began shaking. There were so many different kinds of silence; one of anger, of shock, nervousness, confusion, but any of those were a rarity when it came to Harry. He was someone who always had something to say, despite the emotions running through him. Silence was never really his thing, hell he even said so in a song, so the ideas of what could be running through his head started to eat you alive.

After waiting a few minutes and still receiving no sound of life from the smaller room, you began to get worried. Obviously nothing had happened to him while you were sitting feet away, but what was happening in there? Did he have a heart attack as soon as saw what you had laid out on top of your suitcase when he was ordering food? Did he fall and hit his head? Was he trying to find a good way to break up with you? No, he wouldn’t do that, you knew he wouldn’t do that. But before you could fully get off of the bed to check on him, he slowly sauntered out of the room, staring down at the piece of black fabric gripped tightly in his hands, and you halted in your spot - sitting up right on the side of his bed with your feet dangling off the side.

“Wha - what is this?” his whisper was so unbelievably low, you were surprised you could make out any of the words.

“What do you think it is?” you replied, your voice equally as loud so not to spook him while he was in such a clear state of shock.

“I - I don’t know.”

He still had taken his eyes off of the material in his hands, looking at it like it held every secret unknown to man somewhere within its seams.

“I think you do know.”

Finally, Harry lifted his head in order to look at you. And you felt your eyes water as soon as he did. The rims of his eyes and nose were a deep red, the kind of red you get when trying desperately to hold in sobs. His eyes were a brighter shade of green as more and more tears obstructed his vision, and now that you looked at him properly, his entire body seemed to be shaking.

“If this is a joke, it’s really fucking mean.” he choked out, putting all of his effort into holding back his cries. “Please don’t joke about this.”

As hard as he was trying not to let his tears flow, you were beyond the point of no return. Your cheeks were stained with tears, old dried ones leaving tracks for the new ones to flow freely down, and the lump in your throat prevented you from speaking as loud and confidently as you would have liked.

“It’s not a joke, Harry.” you shook your head, wiping your cheeks with the backs of your hands.

“No?”

“No.”

Harry went back to not saying anything, glancing between you and the black in his hand, not knowing which held more important information. You could see the inner struggle he was having trying to comprehend what was happening, and you wanted to get up and yell it to him. But he needed to go through whatever emotions he needed to, at his own pace.

So you waited for him to do just that.

“So you - you’re pregnant?” he finally sighed, the question making the corners of his lips lift ever so slightly that you would have missed it if you weren’t watching every inch of his face like a hawk. Holding back his tears was long gone as they now flowed down his cleanly shaven cheeks.

“I’m pregnant.” you smiled, the words coming out in one whoosh of air.

So fast that you didn’t understand how he did it, the black shirt - that at first glance was a replica of the logo for the film The Godfather, but when taking a double take, could be found to read The Twinfather instead - was laying in a pile on the floor in front of the closet door and Harry was laying on top of you. Now on your back with Harry hovering above you, both of his forearms on either side of your head, you could fully see the overwhelming joy swimming in his eyes. The last time you had seen this exact look was the day Bella was born. Like within his mind, he was watching the entire world unfold with endless possibilities and unfathomable love.

Harry didn’t let you say anything before he was pressing kisses to your lips, both of your tears making the experience feel a bit slippery as they blended together on your skin. But nothing could make the moment anything less than perfect. Harry’s warmth covered you like a blanket, completely consuming you within the personal bubble that had formed around you on the bed. His lips moved against your with determination, but also care and gratitude, the vaguely strawberry flavored lip balm he was wearing smeared against your own lips, letting the memory of this moment linger for hours to come.

“You’re really pregnant?” Harry asked, his excitement taking over once he pulled back from the kiss.

“Yeah baby,’m pregnant.”

“And is it? It’s - it’s twins? Are you sure? How do you know?” although you knew he would always be there with and for you during all of this, it was reassuring to see him be so ecstatic about the new addition to your family.

“When B and I went to get our Covid tests, the lady asked me if there was a chance I could be pregnant, and - and I couldn’t give her a confident no. So I called Dr. Kelter to see if I could get an appointment before we left and she took me the same day.” your smile grew as you watched him hold on to your every word, wanting to know every single detail you had to give him.

“And she told you it was twins?”

“Yeah. Said she could see them both right away since they can see twins so early. Said ‘m about eleven weeks.” the tears returned to your eyes when you thought about being pregnant again, how much your life was going to change and the excitement that was about to be brought into your lives.

Obviously Harry was feeling the same before he let out another sob, this time his upper half falling onto your chest and burying his face in your neck, his lower body seeming to unconsciously stay away from crushing your belly.

“I love you so fucking much.” he whispered, and you could feel the ever so gentle peck of his lips against your skin. “So fucking much.”

“I love you, Harry.” you whispered back.

“Who knows?” he asked, undoubtedly thinking back to when you were pregnant with Bella and everyone in your lives seemed to know before he did. Something you regretted, but was necessary at the time.

“No one. Just you and me. Want to do everything with you this time.” not wanting to ruin the moment, but also wanting to be realistic for a moment in your clouded minds, you took a second to figure out how to say the concerns that were rushing through your mind at a mile a minute. “I know things are crazy right now and the world is scary and we’re both so busy, but we said if it happened, it happened.”

Harry was pushed up on his forearm in an instant, his other hand cupping your cheek in order to drag your attention to him. He was positively glowing. How only a second ago he was standing pale faced in the closet doorway was beyond you, because now, it was like the sun shined behind his irises.

“I have never been happier in my entire life. We’ll figure it all out together. Like we always do.”

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What I Thought About "Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" from The Owl House

Wow. They are really pushing it for that secret message, huh?

Anywho--Salutations, random people on the internet who certainly won’t read this! I am an Ordinary Schmuck. I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons!

I think it goes without saying at this point that Season Two of The Owl House is setting itself up as a season without filler. Now, filler episodes aren't always bad. Yes, it hurts when a series turns away from the main plot for a week. But at best, they're utilized as a chance for the writers to play around with the characters and developing said characters without it relating to the overarching story. So, some people who see that consider it a bad thing that a series doesn't have that many filler episodes.

I like to call those people: F**king morons.

Don't get me wrong, I see where some of you are coming from. And I'd be willing to agree...if The Owl House was a plot-driven series. Which it's not. It is a character-driven series. Because for every plot thread and narrative that the show presents, they always relate to the characters and develop them further each time these threads get brought up. For example, look at "Knock Knock Knockin’ on Hooty's Door" (It pains me just to write that). Several narratives move forward, and it’s all done to make the characters grow. And to explain how requires going into spoilers. So keep that in mind as you continue reading.

Now, let's review, shall we?

WHAT I LIKED

Hooty: Might as well start with the character that this episode is about.

To tell you the truth, I wasn't a huge fan when I found out we're getting a Hooty-centered episode. I've grown to love him over time, but he is a comedic character that's best used in small doses. Primarily due to how his voice is grating to me (My ears are still bleeding...). With that said, I do really love his contributions in "Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" (Seriously, there couldn't have been a less awkward title?). Hooty's antics when trying to help everyone are as hilarious as they are heartwarming. He deeply cares for his friends but just doesn't understand how his plans could do some unintended harm, which is pretty lovable if you ask me. We also get some surprisingly great insight into his character, as he feels insecure about basically being the comic relief who doesn't really do that much other than being funny. Rarely do you get that level of dimension from a comedic character, and it's even more uncommon for that to work out as well as it does here. It once again proves just how competent the writing is in this series to the point where we get an episode about Hooty, and it's funny and heartwarming instead of being annoying. And whoever is responsible for that, you're the best.

Lilith’s Letter to Hooty: I mean it when I say that I love how Lilith kept her word about her and Hooty becoming penpals. Their friendship was something I would have never expected to love, and I'm still shocked that it works so well, so seeing it continue like this just warms me to the bone. Plus, it is pretty sweet that Lilith's kind words are what inspired Hooty to do what he's done in this episode...meaning it's Lilith we should thank here--SON OF A WITCH! Even when she's gone, she's still working her way into my heart!

King going through Puberty: What?! KING IS EVOLVING!

(There, I made a Pokemon reference. Do I get my cookie now?)

Eda Keeping Herself Awake to Train Herself: I'm willing to bet a large sum of money that this has everything to with Raine getting captured last week. If Eda was still the most powerful witch in the Isles, she might have actually saved them. But she isn't, and now the love of her life is in the clutches of a tyrant planning something that could potentially be the end of everything. So I can understand Eda pushing herself to her limit to get back on top again, as I would probably do the same. It's not healthy in any way, and Eda would be doing more harm than good. But when it comes to the people you love, logic doesn't always win out in the end.

Luz Wanting to Make her Way into Amity’s Heart by Making the Echo Mouse Happy: ...That's it. I Just...I just love everything about it, ok?

This was also when I knew that I was wrong to doubt that there would be zero Lumity in this episode. I realize my follies now, and I humbly apologize.

Hooty Teaching King About Demons: This was so funny. So, so funny. Probably doesn't come as a surprise, especially since The Owl House proves itself as a comedy before, but the jokes have never hit as frequently and as hard as they did here. From Hooty getting offended by King's dance to him and Dana's insert wanting a "DNA sample," everything managed to successfully make me lose my s**t. It does come at the expense of King suffering, but I can stomach that much more than if it were Eda or Luz. And, as a bonus, we get lore about how demons work, added with another great joke of King getting in trouble with Hooty for saying he already knows this stuff. Humor isn't always the show's strong suit, but when it works, it f**king works.

King Wanting to Know What he Is: But despite how funny King's vignette was, we still get to see more of his character grow. We learn that he's frustrated now that there's this big question mark over his life now, feeling extra angry that his father "abandoned" him to leave such a present mystery. It shows the hidden resentment he has that Lilith inadvertently brought out, made even worse when King's father hasn't responded to the video yet. King hasn't really gotten that much development until "Echoes of the Past," so it's pretty cool that the writers haven't really slowed down on it. Especially when it leads to these great moments of King venting his frustrations.

King’s Shouting Powers: KING learned FUS RO DAH!

(And now that's a Pokemon reference AND a Skyrim reference. WHERE'S MY GOSH DANG COOKIE!?)

Eda’s Nightmare: If King's vignette hits you hard with the laughs, Eda's will absolutely hit you harder with the feels (never make me say "feels" unironically again). Knowing that Eda's life got thoroughly screwed over by the curse is something we could figure out on her own. But seeing just how much the curse ruined her life and tore apart relationships that mean the world to her really does a swell job at ripping apart the soul. What's even more tragic is, technically speaking, it's all sort of Eda's fault too. She kept hiding the curse, refusing to be a burden to others who would do all they could to help. If she had only been open and honest, things probably wouldn't have changed much, but they most likely would have been better than they are now.

Eda Attacked her Father as the Owl Beast: ...I don't know what I was expecting when "Keeping Up A-Fear-Ances" hinted that there was some possible tension between Eda and her father...but it definitely wasn't this.

The fact that we see blood where his eye used to be doesn't make things any happier, either.

Raine Broke Up with Eda: Before we get into anything else, let's celebrate the fact that it's now confirmed that Eda and Raine really did use to date in the past. Because this show is just f**king phenomenal with its LGBTQA+ representation!

But, seriously, this is a fantastic reveal that goes far beyond just shipping...well, sort of. It shines a new light on Eda and Raine's interactions from last week, revealing that while they're not a couple anymore, they still very much love each other. It helps make their last interaction especially tragic, as they were both on the same page now and could very well be together again. Only for them to be forced apart for the second time in a way that's much worse than the first. And I frickin' adore that this series changes the impact of one episode one week later. Again, it shows just how competent these writers are, and kudos to them for making something so...perfect.

The Moon Person: WHO THE FU--Nope. Nope! We have more than enough mystery bulls**t to deal with through CreepyLuz and Philip Wittebane, so I am PUTTING YOU ON THE BACKBURNER FOR NOW!

(They're probably nothing more than a one-off character, anyway)

The Owl Beast and Eda are Connected: Through visuals alone, we, the audience, can clue into what the curse really means. The Owl Beast doesn't want to be a part of Eda as much as she doesn't want it to be a part of her. Whether they like it or not, and they very much don't, they're stuck together. The thing is, and this is what I love the most, they still decide to make the best of their situation rather than let it ruin their lives even more. This might be the best possible turn Eda's curse could have made. It'll still affect her, and there are probably more negatives than positives, but at least now, it's not the worst thing in the world. And I feel like that's all anyone can ask when in a position like her own.

Eda's “Pretty Dream”: I don't know what emotions are toiling inside me more with this moment. Awe and wonder over how beautiful Eda's dream is, or heartbreak over the implication that she has only had nightmares since getting cursed...I'm gonna say both. Yeah, it's definitely both.

Eda’s Harpie Form: Well, fan artists are gonna have a field day with this...especially the freaks.

(You know who you are. And you're weird!)

Luz Calling Amity a “Cotton-Candy Haired Goddess”: ...Have I ever mentioned how much I love this show?

Hooty Kidnapped Amity: ...Hooty, if your stupidity wasn't charming, I would be more than willing to call the authorities over how you kidnapped a girl in your version of a knapsack and locked her in the basement. For that is going to ring SO MANY alarm bells in people's heads.

Amity and Luz Stuck in a Tunnel of Love: *Smacks lips* Mmm. The adorable awkwardness of this moment is just *chef's kiss* magnifique!

Luz being afraid of getting made fun of:

Amity’s look of hope: I mean...just...f**king--LOOK AT HER:

That is the look of a girl who, while embarrassed as hell, still is ecstatic to learn for a brief moment, everything that she is hoping for has a high chance of being real. Who, in their right mind, wouldn't go "Aw!" at something so pure and innocent?!

Luz Destroying the Tunnel of Love: This is how to effectively utilize dramatic irony. The audience can understand why Luz is tearing the place apart because she explicitly states that she's afraid of Amity rejecting her in the end. They also know that's bogus, thus making it extra painful to watch Amity's heart break more and more with each second (which is perfectly represented through Amity's expressions). You feel bad for both of them, and even worse when you know that it can easily be prevented by the simple art of communication. That's what makes it great dramatic irony. Knowing the point of view of each character results in a scene that evokes emotions in two different ways.

Hooty’s Breakdown: This was...genuinely hard to watch. Not that it was badly written, far from it. It just...hurt seeing how destroyed Hooty was when he realized he failed the people he has such an admiration for. On the upside, a wholesome moment follows soon after as the Owl House gang tries to reassure Hooty that he's done a lot of good that night. It's a pure action that shows even though Hooty gets on their nerves all the time, they still care about him...damn it. I think I'm gonna cry.

Eda’s Advice for Luz: ...Eda...You're the best.

You found out that your surrogate daughter wants to ask a girl out, and not only were you quick to deliver the best possible advice ("Just go for it!"), but you also quickly reassure her that it doesn't need to be perfect.

And you know what? That's it. Eda is the best cartoon mom! She might not technically be Luz's mom, but I don't give a s**t because she is the best!

Luz and Amity Ask Each Other Out: Shh-sh-sh-sh...

Do you hear that?

...

...It's the sound of dozens of Lumity fans collectively losing their s**t...and I'm one of them.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!

IT!

IS!

CANON!

AH-HAHAHAHAHA!

HOLY S**T! Holy s**t! Holy s**t...might just be the best way I could possibly describe this! Finally, after all the waiting, speculating, and praying, THESE TWO IDIOTS FINALLY GOT TOGETHER! AND IT WAS PERFECT! I mean, it was awkward as s**t, but that's what makes it perfect! You know why? You wanna--Hey! *snaps fingers*. You want to know why? It's because they're teenagers. Of f**king course, it's going to be awkward! This is their first relationship, so there will be a lot of missteps along the way. And that, in itself, brings me to the best (second best part?) thing about it happening in episode eight of the new seasons. Most endgame couples get together in the climax or even at the end of the series. But to have them get together this early on, means there will be quite a few episodes dedicated to showing them grow as a couple.

And better than that--EVEN F**KING BETTER THAN THAT--dozens of kids are going to see these two, a realistic depiction of young love that just so happens to involve two girls, and are going to learn once and for all that there is nothing wrong with being who they are. That fact alone is f**king incredible. Yes, it sucks that season three got cut short, and we'll have even less time with Luz and Amity, but knowing how many kids have felt seen today almost makes it worth it in the end.

And if I see one mother f**ker saying this was poorly paced, I might just hunt them down for SPORT...Sorry if that was an overreaction. I'M JUST SO HAPPY! Because they're happy! Look at them. Listen to them! It's so...GAH-HAHAHA!

“They’re adorable! And deserve all the happiness!”: You're darn right, Hooty! You're darn right.

King’s Father(?) Shows Up: What the--WHAT?! They're doing this now?! Here?! After everything else?

Oh, man. What could this mean? What dynamic changes will this cause in the main cast? How could the writers fit this in during the next two episodes? And what--

Hooty Eats the Letter: ...Pfffft--HAHAHAHA!

Oh, man...I should be mad, and I wouldn't blame others if they are...but that is too much of a brilliant f**k you that I can't help but appreciate it. Bravo writers. Bravo.

WHAT I DISLIKED

...Dislikes? Dislikes? You would honestly believe that after everything I witnessed in this episode, that I would have the gull to list anything wrong with it?!

HOW DARE YOU ASSUME THAT I WOULD BE SO CALLUS TO--Actually, I do kind of have an issue with the episode's title. It's just too much of an awkward mouthful for me to get behind. I understand that the writers wanted to sneak the K into the secret message, but were there really no other titles starting with K that they couldn't come up with?

But that's just a personal issue, and in no way do I think anybody else would feel the same way. Especially with how well-written everything else is anyway.

IN CONCLUSION

"Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" (title aside) is another A+ episode. It was hilarious, heart-wrenching, and downright adorable while keeping me entertained with every minute. I'm sure there are some issues I was willing to ignore due to how expertly written everything else was, but why bother looking for the chinks in the armor when I could just enjoy a perfect episode for being so...perfect! Some of you might be willing to disagree with me, but to that, I say: Don't knock it till you've tried it.

(Now, if you don't excuse me, I'm going to go lie down. It's...It's been a day.)

#the owl house #the owl house season 2 #the owl house reviews #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers #toh hooty #king clawthorne #eda clawthorne #raeda #luz noceda #amity blight #lumity #lumity is canon #what i thought about

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you and i are trying, together.

part one

Benrey's been looking for the opportunity to apologize for...quite some time now, in fact.

Just looking at Gordon and his dripping stump he now has instead of a hand causes his stomach to churn with intense discomfort.

It doesn't help with the nightmares, either.

As if the abuse of the soldiers and the military of Black Mesa constantly swimming in and out of his dreams wasn't bad enough, now they're coupled together with the deep black room where the horror occurred.

They're standing in the mixology lab, Darnold is explaining something to Gordon, when the flashbacks are triggered heavily by a loud bang and mechanical shock from one of the many computers.

Sharp, angry metal poles stick deep into Benrey's neck and fill him with electricity, drawing a long, piercing shriek from his throat that melts into Gordon's rapid wailing.

And then Benrey is crouching on the ground, and the soldier's boot is slamming into his side, crushing and breaking his ribs, and Benrey tastes blood.

He's kneeling in it, the blood pours out from his lips and covers the floor, a massive pool of Gordon's life fluid.

The world is spinning, and Benrey faces Gordon again, and watches as the scientist raises his bloody stump, now transformed into a gun, makes a fist and shoots.

The bullets strike a numbing pain into Benrey's brain, and as Gordon shoves past him, not even sparing him a glance, he expects the daytime nightmare to end.

It doesn't.

Benrey presses his hand to his forehead, the only place the shots entered, and it comes away shaky and covered in wet, sticky red liquid.

Guess that part of it was real.

It doesn't take more than a few seconds out of the lab before the bullets clatter onto the ground and the wound heals.

They're barely a few hours out from the Lambda lab when opportunity strikes.

The ground shakes beneath their feet, and Dr. Coomer lets out a little yelp and latches onto Bubby's arm, who grabs onto Tommy's collar as the floor begins to break apart.

Bubby realizes with a horrible jolt that they only have two hands.

The tiles shatter and crumble beneath Gordon's boots, and he grabs at the closest person next to him, which is unfortunately Benrey.

As the hole expands, Benrey catches ahold of the edge of it, and stops himself from falling through, but as Gordon wraps himself around Benrey's pants leg, the combined weight of the man and his HEV suit is too much for one-handed hanging.

They fall.

It's deep, and Benrey tenses as his torso hits the concrete below with a breathtaking amount of force.

Definitely half a dozen broken ribs, a fractured shoulderblade and his spinal cord snaps.

Whatever.

He'll recover.

But Gordon lands feet first, with a sickening crack that causes him to scream and tumble over onto his side.

Benrey heals as quickly as he can, feeling his nerves re-attatch as he forces himself to stand, eyes peering up at the hole they came from.

Tommy's color-splotched face peeks over the edge, so far away that Benrey just barely can make out his features.

"Are you tw-two okay, Mr. Freeman!?" Tommy has to shout the question down at them.

It had to have been a 40, maybe 50 foot drop.

"We're...we'll be fine!" Gordon shouts back upward, his leg clutched between his hands.

"I'll circle around until we find a way back up. Keep...just keep heading to the lab and I'll c-catch up."

"Alrighty, M-Mr. Freeman!"

Tommy's head disappears, and distantly Benrey hears their retreating footsteps.

Gordon winces as he stands and tests his leg, which sticks out at a slightly bent angle near the middle of his shin.

"Dude, it's definitely broken," Benrey notes, and Gordon tenses before making a face of annoyance.

"Right," he groans, "I forgot you're with me."

And Gordon stomps off, far harder than he really should on his leg, and leaves Benrey standing beneath the light shining through the hole.

Sighing, Benrey makes a decision.

He follows, jogging to catch up to Gordon's pace before trailing slightly behind.

Gordon is very clearly not doing so hot.

He's limping, and sweating like a stuck pig to the point it's dripping off his nose onto the ground.

Benrey's been watching him carefully, and Gordon....hasn't said a word to him since the beginning.

He's leaned up against Benrey a few times on accident, but not a single sound has been in his general direction.

It's when Gordon stumbles over a fallen chair and whimpers from the pain that Benrey breaks the silence.

"Dammit, man. Alright. Sit down, dude, please?"

Gordon turns, scowling, but the exhaustion on his face is showing.

"Why do you care?"

Benrey pauses.

He could lie, of course, make something up or tell a joke to get Gordon to sit.

But he wants to apologize, and starting it out with a lie isn't..something Benrey wants to do.

So he tells the truth, even if it is hard for him to say it.

"Because I care about you, and we're friends, man. Sit down?"

Gordon scoffs, turning around all the way, and slipping slightly with his broken shin.

"We are not friends, not after you so-sold me out to the fuckin. Boot boys, the soldiers!"

He's not thinking straight, the pain alone is causing Gordon to reach incoherence.

"Yeah, well you led the soldiers to us!"

Gordon opens his mouth to retort, but Benrey cuts him off, barreling onward.

"I wasn't fucking. Angry, like Bubby was, but the dude doesn't know his damn limits, 'aight? So. Had to jump in, you know? Thought it'd be uhhh, funny little prank. Like all, surprise!"

Benrey waves his hands in place, stopping only to take a breath before continuing.

"Well, it didn't work how either of us wanted. They. They uhh."

Blood, his blood is on Benrey's hands and knees.

"They cut your damn hand off. It just..just...they cut it off like butter! Ha, ha haha, butter...and it-it was so much blood and..."

Benrey gulps, and he almost chokes as he loudly mutters the next few words.

"I thought. Thought I'd killed you, you know? Gordo, I th-thought you were dead."

He struggles, and a high pitch of navy blue sweet voice hangs in the air for a second before Benrey goes on, after another deep breath.

"Gordon, I'm really sorry. I know that. That I'm not always your gamer buddy, but I'm sorry. So if you could just fucking sit down, so I can stop watching you die, that'd be fantastic."

Gordon stares, his mouth open just a little, before he sits down, a small groan escaping him as the pressure comes off his leg.

Benrey lets out a sigh of relief, before heading back a little ways to grab the bandages from the medkit on the wall.

Crouching around the chair Gordon stumbled over, he snaps off the middle support piece and tests the sturdiness.

Gordon glances up as Benrey steps over to him, the sweat wiped away and his eyes a more gentle gaze than before.

Benrey kneels, and gingerly works off the protective plate of Gordon's boot before he looks up again, the chair beam in his left hand and the bandages in the other.

"I'm gonna uh. Set the bone. Homemade splint, you know? Tommy. Tommy, he taught me how to do this a long time ago."

Benrey pushes the beam gently against the other's shin, wrapping it down with the bandage near the bottom.

"It's. Gonna hurt, but uhh. S'gonna feel better and you'll be able to put p-pressure on it again."

Gordon takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes as Benrey pushes down hard.

The bone snaps back into place, and Gordon cries out through gritted teeth, but it's over quick and the pain is lessened by a great amount as the security guard before him wraps the entirety of his leg up to his knee.

"There. You should still uh. Rest a bit. Imma lay down."

Benrey gets to his feet, and starts to walk away, but Gordon reaches out and grabs ahold of his pants, stopping him for a second.

".....Thank you."

Gordon lets go, and leans back against the wall and closes his eyes.

Benrey stays in place, watching him carefully until he falls asleep, before sidling down a little ways off to keep watch.

Things are definitely better between the two of them after that.

When Gordon wakes up, he's much friendlier to Benrey, without any real hostility.

Honestly? Gordon's glad.

His relationship with Benrey had always been a bit complicated.

Sure, before, Benrey was annoying as hell, but he always made Gordon laugh.

He was nice, someone Gordon's own age for once, and if not someone who he could confide in, a friend.

But then, the soldiers have him, and the pain in his arm is excruciating, and everything Benrey did or does suddenly isn't so comforting.

Convinced Benrey's jokes were meant to demean him, his casual touches and close contact deception, Gordon turned and just kinda.

Let Benrey have the short end of the stick.

But earlier...Benrey tells him he cares, that Gordon's life was always in his best interests, and that they were and still are, friends.

So, it feels good to no longer make Benrey the target of his affliction.

Gordon's about to suggest looking for a vending machine, for some food, when creatures round the corner and attack.

Gordon whips out his gun hand and fires, and vaguely to his right, pistol shots ring off the walls.

The peeper puppies, as Dr. Coomer had called them, bound away from the bullets and circle the pair, releasing their sonic barks and baring their open mouths filled with jagged teeth.

Gordon steps backward, holding his gun hand close to his face to blow cool air on the barrel, the metal radiating pure heat.

Benrey bumps against Gordon's back, hastily re-loading his gun, his face screwed up in careful precision.

But then he turns, and gives Gordon a strained little smile.

A little puddle of happiness forms in Gordon's stomach before the soldiers kick open the underground doors and shoot before they aim.

Gordon finishes off the peeper puppy, then stumbles and shifts his line of fire towards the soldiers.

It's a messy fight, with Gordon constantly limping on his wounded leg, and both sides being attacked by alien creatures.

Gordon's never really seen Benrey fight before, so watching him is definitely an experience.

The way he acts is familiar.

Gordon glances between the reloading gunman ahead of him and Benrey behind him.

The way their hands move over the bullet cartridges, the way both of them hit the side of it with their palm when they're about to reload.

Benrey was trained by the same soldiers shooting at him now.

But the way that they handle guns is the only similarity, because while the military of Black Mesa are ruthless and cruel, Benrey is his own, merciful person.

Gordon fires the last few rounds of his hand before it has to cool down, and thankfully the last soldier drops to the floor.

Benrey is breathing heavily, wiping sweat from underneath his helmet visor, when he pales.

Gordon glances down as something rolls from the soldiers hand to his feet.

A grenade.

Gordon doesn't even have time to react before Benrey lunges, scooping the explosive into his hands and clutching it close to his chest, practically rolling across the ground until he's a good twenty or so feet from Gordon.

He looks back, catching Gordon's eye, and explodes.

Shrapnel bursts from the walls and cracks the paint, debris scatters all around the site and lands in the scientists' hair, who is kneeled over coughing from the dust, his eyes searching the room.

Gordon doesn't want to be alone again, he hates being alone, he hates it.

He turns, ready to head back, and then Gordon wants to vomit.

Benrey staggers, halfway through the revival-respawning process, clearly not wanting to leave Gordon too long.

But dear god.

Half of his body is still skeletal, his entire left side is just an open orifice of bones and muscle.

The bones in Benrey's legs snap together, muscle forming overtop them, before flesh and clothing crawl down to form a whole.

His leg hits solid ground, and it has to be partially startling because Benrey lurches forward, and brain matter slops out of the empty eye socket onto the floor before it vanishes.

His neck cracks, and his head moves jerkily as skin reforms over his jaw and teeth, Benrey's one green eye spinning wildly in place before the tired lid creeps back to hold it still.

A few more disgusting crunches and Benrey is back to normal, passing Gordon now, casually placing his gun back into its holster and moving on.

Gordon blinks a few times, holding back his revulsion for a moment, before chasing after him, through the doorframe into a poorly lit hallway.

"Woah, woah woah man, slow down."

Benrey stops, turning and raising an eyebrow.

Gordon points through the doorframe they came through, gesturing helplessly.

"What. What the actual hell, was that?? You...just, what??"

Benrey blinks, as though he is completely clueless.

He just might be.

"You...you died for me," Gordon finishes, a little quieter than he meant to.

"Uhhh, yeah? Isn't that what friends do?"

Benrey grins as if it's a joke, and Gordon feels the surge of irritation, but also something else he can't quite put his finger on.

"No, it is not something friends do. We do not die randomly for people."

"Yeah. Uh, you do if one of em' can't die. Then it doesn't count, idiot," Benrey says all this casually, in his own, joking around style, but Gordon pauses.

He leans forward, and adopts his casually pleasant expression, but delivers his next question with the tone one would use for a ceremony or a funeral.

"So what happens when I decide to die for you, huh?"

Benrey turns, the smirk still on his face, and opens his mouth to respond with another joke when he stops, eyes wide.

Gordon's....entirely serious.

It surprised him too, but. After the leg wrapping and the grenade stunt, Gordon is. Plenty shocked but pleasantly surprised at how willing he'd be to die for Benrey.

He expects some kind of rebuke, but instead Benrey.

Blushes?

A deep flush goes across his cheeks and his eyes dart away from Gordon's, mumbling under his breath all the while.

Gordon wonders for a second if maybe Benrey's previously irritating teasing had been something else, before he sets off after the guard, a warming smile on his face.

Tommy had lied- of course he lied, he had to lie- when he told Mr. Freeman that he couldn't handle a gun.

How else was he supposed to explain without melting the poor man's brain that he was actually an incredibly talented shot, not because of military training, but because he could control the metal?

How was he supposed to explain that through sheer mental prowess, he could morph and create the bullets to go in any direction he wished, never running out of ammo because he could simply will the ammunition into existence?

He didn't want to scare Mr. Freeman away.

Tommy hurries after the Coomers, his long legs easily making distance across the lit hallways of Black Mesa.

Having just emerged from a scuffle with aliens, they were all on edge, wary.

The three hadn't been traveling long, only a couple hours, but worry had already crept down their throats.

Surprisingly, Bubby voices his concern first.

"Do you think they'll get along all right?" They quip, mostly to Harold and himself but to Tommy as well.

"Oh, I'm certain Gordon will make it out just fine," Dr. Coomer replies, cracking his knuckles absentmindedly as a stim.

"And Benrey certainly has always survived whatever Death's thrown his way!"

Bubby nods, but the ends of their mouth turn down with a crease, and he turns to Tommy, who understands their message perfectly.

"Y-yes, Mr. Coomer but! Gordon and Ben-Benrey don't get along together very well."

Anxious, Tommy absentmindedly pulls a spare Beyblade from his pocket and fiddles with the wheels, the soft whir of the toy is calming.

"I'm worried, um, I'm worried! A-about whether they'll m-manage to...to cooperate long enough to survive together."

Dr. Coomer chortles, but the nervous look behind his eyes betrays him.

Bubby shrugs, airing out his still heated hands before speaking.

"Who knows? Maybe they'll work it out and that dumbass will finally tell Gordon how he feels."

Tommy pauses, his mouth puckered.

"Y-you know about Benrey and-and Mr. Freeman?"

"Of course I know, everyone with a damn brain knows," Bubby snorts, then falls short noticing the look on Tommy's face.

"Then you know the kind of trouble th-they're going to walk into."

"Yes," Dr. Coomer sighs, taking Bubby's hand tenderly; "we unfortunately do."

Benrey's gotta get those feelings under some goddamn control, because if he doesn't, then.

Game over, you know?

Gordon doesn't seem to understand what he does to Benrey, but it's driving him crazy.

That little thing he pulled back there?

It doesn't help, idiot. Only makes him fall for him more.

But they're both in a good mood, making some distance between them and the last time they saw the soldiers.

It's around midnight by now, and Benrey is ready to go back to sleep.

"Hey, come check this thing out!"

Gordon's excited yell shakes Benrey out of his sleepy stupor, and he hurries over to where Gordon is poking around inside of a barely-lit room, the door frame busted off its hinges in order to access the inside.

Benrey pokes his head in, and his heart slides all the way into his stomach with a horrendous lurch.

This is the room.

He hasn't been here in maybe six, seven or so years, but everything is the same as he left it.

The tube shattered, still connected to the ceiling and floor, the plaque bearing his subject number stubbornly.

The tables, bolted to the floor.

The papers, scattered and ripped, the shelves tipped over and splintered beyond saving.

"What do you think happened here?" Gordon asks, kneeling by the tube in examination of something long discarded on the floor.

Running his hands over the metal table, fingers brushing the shackles, the memories return to Benrey.

Shock collars. Sweet voice tests, hours or days or weeks locked in his tube, sick of breathing the containment fluid.

"I...I know what happened here."

"Er, what? I'm sorry?"

Gordon looks heavily confused, and reluctantly, as if this place will never let him go, Benrey lets go of the chains and shuffles over to the tube.

Taking off his badge, he holds it up to the tube plaque, both bearing the same text.

B3_NY

#7037

Gordon stares, his eyes wide, before turning to the guard.

"I thought that was like, your serial number. They...they made you here?"

Benrey swallows his anger, tossing the badge to the ground and going through the next door.

"They did more than just make me."

It's all still there.

The room is lit only from above, with a dim lightbulb buzzing meekly in its socket.

The long metal bed sits in the center, almost beckoning to Benrey with omnicity.

One of the only scars Benrey has, the precise incision made jagged by struggle, prickles on his back at the sight of it.

He just stands, biting back tears as Gordon goes around the room, looking through boxes, his scientific curiosity never satisfied, until he finds something.

He's not looking, Benrey is not looking at whatever Gordon has clutched in his fist.

In his hurry to get out of this awful room, he slams into the metal table, pushing it into the wall with a reverberating crash.

Benrey drops to the ground outside, shaking and clutching his helmet, with shuddery sobs echoing around him.

He's trying to shut out the memories, but the knives are in his back and Gordon's blood is on his hands and the lightning is in his skull and it's all so terrifyingly loud.

It's a few minutes before Gordon comes back out into the hall.

Benrey goes rigid as Gordon sits down beside him, but he makes no effort to push the subject.

Benrey relaxes, just a little, lowering his hands and leaning against the wall.

A heavy warmth wraps around his hand, and as the guard looks down, he realizes Gordon's hand is on top of his right.

Gordon is purposefully not looking at him.

Heart in his throat, Benrey slowly turns his hand palm upward, and Gordon laces their fingers together.

They're holding hands.

They're holding hands and Gordon looks a little sheepish, but he's smiling fondly and his cheeks are flushed.

Benrey stares, and then cautiously leans into Gordon's shoulder, his helmet clunking quietly against the plate of the HEV suit.

Gordon doesn't let go, and Benrey falls asleep tucked close to his warmth and their hands clasped together.

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