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Blooming Family Part 4 - He Shall Prevail

Pairing: Yautja x Fem!Reader Summary: In your past life on earth, when someone would ask you how you managed your job as a nurse with the occasional death of a mother during birth, you told them that you never took it too personal because you would never find yourself in their position. Then why were you now so adamant on giving your life for your pup? Cross-posted on AO3: here Warnings: English isn't my first language Word Count: 5,497 Part 1: here Part 2: here Part 3: here Masterlist

⇨ Hey, guys! I‘m back to writing. 6 months and 16 exams later, I finally found time to continue my now called “Blooming Family” series. You have no idea how much I missed it.

⇨ Though I have to say, this will probably be the end of this series. Probably. I got rid of every idea about our little family in those four parts and I don’t believe I can offer much more dramatic and exciting plot.

⇨ BUT! I already announced a Prequel on how Mi'ytiar and the Reader meet. I’m still working on it and the process is going smoothly for now. This means, this is definitely not the end of our story, so stay tuned!

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The metallic smell of human blood that usually made him wallow in delight, now made him feel sick. The feeling of human blood on his skin, which usually sent a rush of excitement down his spine, now made him want to cut off any part of his body that made contact with it. The sight of him tearing a human apart — hurting it, killing it — that usually sated his predatory nature, now made him want to gouge his eyes out.

Blood flowed as he cut you, his beloved one, open under Cahrein's watchful eyes. The red fluid coated first his claws and fingertips, then his fingers completely, and before he knew it his whole hand when he started to reach into you.

Your small, beautiful body, which he had worshipped more times than he could count, had long grown numb, unmoving, lifeless. Your big, gorgeous eyes that had held so much love for him were closed, sparing him to witness the moment should the spark within them extinguish.

He wouldn't let that happen, he was sure of it. He just needed time to close the long, precise cut and get the blood that was stashed somewhere here on the ship. He knew how to stitch you together, God knows how many times he had to do it when you were on your hunting trips together, though it was never this kind of wound.

But Mi'ytiar, your oh-so-loving and attentive mate, had done something quite unusual for his species.

With no profound knowledge of births, let alone human births, he witnessed the act of giving life for the very first time when you had been pregnant with Akail. Even without any previous experience, he just knew that Yautja births were quite different from human ones. Their Females wouldn't have suffered that much from pain during labor and because of that, his already devoting stance towards you seemed to reach new heights when you fought like a warrior on your very own battlefield. He was impressed just as he was scared.

So, when Cahrein had confirmed your suspicions on being pregnant again, Mi'ytiar did what every father on earth would and should do when a baby was on its way: he prepared himself. Mostly, Cahrein showed and taught him the necessities who had studied the human anatomy when you arrived on Yautja Prime for the first time — leader's orders. And because there had never been a human in their clan or anywhere near it, he had to travel some time to the nearest one whose location he knew.

That's how Cahrein learned and that's how he was able to brief his clan leader.

You didn't know, but if you did, you once again would not fathom how lucky you were because how many Yautja out there with a human by their side for whatever purpose would put that much effort into them? Would any of them sit down and listen to their healer drone about the function of the ovaries? Would any of them waste their time instead of just finding a replacement? Would they be here when the chance of saving you was like catching mist with bare hands?

Mi'ytiar did, a leader nonetheless.

And when he felt it wasn't enough, he did his very own research on earth. Stalking through hospitals, invisible of course, thanks to the Cloak camouflaging his massive form and hiding him from the human eye, he was taking everything in. He observed the humans dressed in white and dark blue clothes scurry around before he decided to follow one around.

At nighttime, it was much easier when the staff thinned out. This way he had a better chance to explore the hospital and find his way to the infant ward, discovering it by chance. Fourteen see-through cribs were standing in two rows inside the ward. Fourteen tiny human babies were lying inside, sound asleep.

So that's what they looked like.

For a moment, he thought about being human himself. Not for his own appearance but for the possibility of having a pup who looked more like you, his love. You were such a beautiful creature, but sadly, your genes were practically drowned out by his.

In the daytime, he was lucky to watch five women deliver their babies. Four of them did it the natural way while the fifth woman decided willing to do a c-section. Obviously unaware of what would happen in a few years, he gained very useful knowledge that day.

That's how Mi'ytiar learned and that's how he located the pup in your womb so quickly and pulled it out.

He tried not to let himself get lost in the sight of the newborn, squirming and screeching. As much as he wanted to admire the little boy, another paragon created by you, there was a more pressing matter at hand.

He gingerly placed the flailing pup down on the cold glass surface of the table and against your body, snuggled between your motionless arm and your side. With the greatest care, he angled his son's head to rest against your shoulder and moved your arm so it would keep him in place.

Mi'ytiar wasted no time in turning the Medicomp upside down and finding the needed surgical tools much faster that way. Thankfully he hadn't discovered anything wrong once the pup was free, no suspicious rupture or tear that needed stitching. He was deaf to Cahrein's words as he fixed the cut with wound clamps and started to mix a gel that was able to close a wound of any kind, size or depth.

When he was sure the gel was painstakingly spread on the already healing cut, he grabbed the syringe with the purple-ish fluid and inserted its needle in the crook of your unoccupied arm. There was a 50-50 chance that it would work on you. Sxánxik would close all internal damage and increase blood cell production in case of severe blood loss, though he didn't know if it would work on human blood. But there was still a chance since your DNA had evolved through years of infusions of Yautja blood.

"You should get her blood." Cahrein's voice finally found its way into his consciousness.

"Can't leave." Mi'ytiar growled, his eyes focused on the shallow movement of your chest, scared it would stop the second they would stray from you.

"You need to. There is no guarantee sxánxik works." Cahrein pressed, growing restless at his leader's tunnel vision.

He knew he didn't know what was going through Mi'ytiar's mind, and if he said he knew how he was feeling at that moment, he would be lying. It was obvious to anyone who had ever laid eyes on the Life-mated pair that there was a unique and special bond between the two of you. Yautja were caring despite common belief, but even the most affectionate and compassionate of their species would never come close to the emotions your human heart held for your Yautja. Adding the influence you had on Mi'ytiar, it seemed to be fated.

Soulmates, Cahrein believed you had called the both of you when you told him about certain fairytales your mother had read to you when you were a child. Though you had said it in a joking way, telling him it was something hopeless romantics believed in, he could see it in your eyes that there was some kind of hope there.

"Sometimes two people are destined for each other."

Your human nonsense would always make him scoff in amusement until there was living and breathing proof of you being meant for his leader. Two proofs now, to be exact. When you were able to give Mi'ytiar his long-denied offspring where their Females had failed, Cahrein started to be less derogatory about superstitions on earth.

"Fine." Mi'ytiar snarled, hitting the glass surface of the holo-map table on each side of your thighs with closed fists, only hearing a splintering sound as he pushed himself away.

When he returned, the overwhelming sight of your body made him freeze in the doorway when the automatic doors opened. He tried not to tighten his grip around the blood bag in his hand, tried not to let his claws pierce holes into it and spill the red liquid.

You were lying there, paler than you had been moments ago. Where he had positioned your arm so your pup was safely tucked at your side, the other one was lying along the length of your body. Just as your spread legs were dangling down the table, your hand was loosely hanging down where it had previously been grasping the edge in pain.

"Mi'ytiar."

Cahrein's voice was once again pulling him out of his own head before he could drown in dark thoughts.

"I prepare your home for your return." The healer told him when Mi'ytiar covered your naked lower body with one of your blankets that you always kept on the ship.

When Cahrein received no response from his leader, who was too busy getting the blood into your veins before filling syringes with his own to inject it into you, he made the usual farewell gesture and his holo-image dissolved.

As soon as Mi'ytiar could assess you as stable, he took his newborn — he was so tiny, Mi'ytiar was able to hold him with one hand as he fit so easily in his entire palm — and placed him in the crook of his arm, the upper body of his son pressed against his bicep. The typical instinct of a Yautja pup to hold on made his son immediately cling to him.

With a heavy heart at leaving you alone once again, he went through the ship to take the pup to its sleeping place in the sleeping quarters. Digging out more of the cushions and covers you had stashed away, he created a makeshift crib so his son wouldn't move in a fatal position or roll out of the pod by accident. When he was sure he could leave him alone for a moment, he put the pup down and returned to you.

You were still in the same unconscious state he had left you. With a pained, sorrowful purr he lifted you up and into his arms, the almost empty blood bag held up by his hand. The sight of you like this was hurting him more than any wound he ever got from an enemy.

Back in the sleeping quarters, Mi'ytiar put you down in the pod where the two of you would usually rest. And where the little one was probably conceived, he thought with his eyes looking over at the pup.

Since the ship was not equipped with the necessary medical supplies and equipment, he had to make do with what was available to him. All he could do now was let you sleep and heal. Should the sxánxik not do its job, his blood would do.

To distract himself — because looking down at the device around his left arm, the journey back home would take another hour — he picked his newborn pup up and started to rock him softly. He remembered your reaction when you had seen him do it for the first time with Akail, scolding him for hurling the pup around. Your words.

Trying not to let his amusement show too much on his face, he had explained to you that Yautja babies, even when they were mere minutes old, were quite sturdy. They could endure more than you would think and you had learned that in the following five years. To put it simply, Akail had been a menace when he wasn't a complete mama's boy. He had wanted to explore; first your home, then the clan grounds, and then the whole planet.

Mi'ytiar let out a chuckle-like rumble at the memory of an eager Akail running around, dodging his mother's arms that tried to keep him inside your home and from running around in the village. He had watched you both with mirth in his eyes but regretted it the second a grumbling laugh left his mouth. If it had been possible, he would have dropped dead when you glared at him with a very nasty look. Wincing inwardly, he pulled his figurative tail between his legs and came to your aid, grabbing Akail by the nape and lifting him up. Then you had looked at your son with an I'm-very-disappointed-in-you expression on your face and this time it was the pup that winced (Mi'ytiar almost too if he was being honest).

Like father, like son.

This one will be just as in love with his mother as his father and older brother were, he was sure of it.

Warm, soft and bright.

Those were the things you noticed first, even with your eyes closed.

The next thing your brain registered was that you could move every part of your body, although a little sluggish when you wiggled your toes and clenched and unclenched your hands. You were relieved that whatever happened to you hadn't paralyzed you.

Blinking, you opened your eyes and with a blurry vision, the very first thing you saw was a familiar but somehow unfamiliar metal pole that looked like an IV stand.

But that couldn't be. You should be the only human thing on Yautja Prime, so why…

"You awake."

You slowly turned your head in the direction of the voice. You could only make out a dark, tall figure standing in the doorway, though not tall enough to be your mate.

"Cahrein?" You murmured.

"Mhm."

Said Yaujta entered the room to inspect the stand, tapping the bag with a clear substance inside. He traced the tube attached to it with a sharp claw to the point where it was connected to the needle in your arm.

"Fascinating, I must say."

"What is this? Why is it here?" You asked and tried to get up, hoping the fatigue would wear off faster in an upright position.

With a deep rumble and a clicking of his mandibles, Cahrein gently pushed you back down. "The great Mi'ytiar always made sure you had everything you need should medical emergency arise."

"He did?"

Cahrein nodded with his head. "He traveled to ooman world to get whatever you need every time oomans developed their creations."

You looked at the healer who now inspected the red bag filled with your blood.

When you started to be more involved in the life of the Yautja, the possibility of getting hurt grew. It wasn't likely, as your mate never let you do anything that could cause even a bruise. Well, except, of course, mating with him.

When your already drawn blood expired, you would go to Cahrein so he could take new one for emergencies while you sat in Mi'ytiar's lap, his purring and his hands caressing you, calming you down. Despite being a former nurse you hated needles.

"How..." You coughed, your voice hoarse from not being used. "How long was I… asleep?"

"Six days."

"That long?" You whispered to yourself in disbelief.

You settled back into the soft cushions of your nest, watching the healer adjust the blood bag as if there was the perfect angle for it to hang. Ever the perfectionist.

You carefully lifted the arm with the needle inside while you grabbed a black woolen blanket to pull it over your body, somehow feeling cold despite the fire burning.

Doing so, you dragged your heavy-feeling arm over your stomach.

Your flat stomach.

You jumped up from your lying position, ignoring the stabbing headache.

Cahrein turned around, only needing to take one big step to be by your side, and was ready to scold you for going against your doctor's orders, but his words were dying on his tongue when you ripped the piece of clothing you were wearing open. Immediately, he averted his eyes and turned his back to you.

You may be his patient right now, but he had no death wish. Sure, he had seen parts of you in his role as the healer, but only with permission and in attendance of your mate. And said mate definitely didn't need to be in the room to witness his human being exposed in front of someone who wasn't him to instill that deep-rooting respect (and maybe even slight fear) in Cahrein.

You were oblivious to the internal battle of Cahrein who was fighting against the urge to make sure you weren't overexerting yourself and the fact that he couldn't do so without having to look at you. Instead, you were frantically tracing the faint scar across your stomach with shaky hands.

Baby…

Where was your baby?

Where was it?!

The maternal instincts were almost animalistic as they made you heave, your lungs starting to struggle to take in air.

It had been here, inside your belly, carried under your heart…

Why wasn't it here?

It should be… it should be…

Cahrein was really tempted to turn around when he listened to your breath getting more and more irritated and uneven. When he heard suspicious rustling, he spun around and grabbed the nearest cover to put it on you — the blanket you had wanted to snuggle into.

"Calm, (Y/N), calm." He purred as he pushed you back onto the nest when you tried to crawl out of it.

"My pup, my pup. Where is my pup?" You squeaked.

You were digging your nails into his skin, scratching it without leaving much damage. You weren't really a challenge to him. You were still weak from the blood loss and the week of bed rest. Had it been a female Yautja, Cahrein would have probably been dead by now. They were just as territorial and protective of their pups as you were right now.

"He is fine. He is with his father." He soothed you and tried to push you onto your back and into the nest. "I will call for him."

Still shaking, you ceased your resistance a little, allowing Cahrein to let go of you. Despite everything screaming inside of you to fight your way to your pup, your body in its state wouldn't even make it out of the room. So you settled down but kept your nerves on edge.

You were taking deep breaths in and out as you strained every muscle to prop yourself up into a sitting position, your legs tangled and angled to the side.

Tugging on the soft fabric of the blanket draped over you, you looked around the room. It was just like you remembered — all four walls made of smooth obsidian-like stone, the large window from the floor up to the ceiling behind your nest giving you the perfect view of the jungle-like valley beneath you by the cliff where the village was located on, the build-in shelves that mostly displayed your mate's most valued trophies, but also some of your possessions from your old home on earth like your books and your favorite pot plant, the futuristic wardrobe Mi'ytiar had made for you when he kept gifting you fabrics, feathers, fur, leather and such so you could make yourself clothes with the help of the Females.

It was home.

As your eyes swept over the room from left to right, they stopped when they spotted the small, wooden crib next to the nest. It had been Akail's when he was a newborn pup. It was lovingly and thoughtfully crafted by Mi'ytiar, while you had carved accents, patterns, and little figures into it.

Sure, Yautja Females had their own, traditional way of taking care of their pups, but you were human and your baby was partly human, so you wanted at least a little human influence in raising it. It's the only way you knew and were able to do it. Mi'tyiar let you take the reins since he had no prior knowledge himself. He was a first-time father and would just follow your instructions when you needed assistance.

That led to you unknowingly breaking a custom. Usually, at this age, the Female was raising the pup alone. The Male was barely involved during that time and would only take over when it was time for the pup to train as a Youngblood.

Mi'ytiar, on the other hand, the ever-loving father, was there by your side for every one of Akail's wobbly steps, incoherent mumble and mandible click. If he was human, you fondly mused, he would be that kind of a parent who would take photos and videos of even the most random event and unnecessary thing their baby did.

He was such a fierce and strong leader, callous and ruthless when the situation required it, a brutish savage if he was challenged, but when it came to his little family he was so soft and gentle like any human father or husband.

While you were spacing out, resisting the urge to reach over to the crib and check if the bedding was still warm, signs of a little life sleeping in it, you didn't notice the newcomers in your room.

"Yawne..." A voice sounded far away before you started blinking, refocusing yourself.

Your eyes snapped to the now much larger form standing in the entrance of the room holding a small, wiggling bundle in his arms, cradling it to his chest. His yellow eyes were solely on you, looking at you in disbelief as if he thought they were deceiving him.

Mi'ytiar pushed the bundle in his arms into those of Cahrein, who you barely registered walking in behind your mate, and made his way over to you in a few quick strides. Your eyes were fixed onto the thing your whole being was screaming for the most, but when Mi'ytiar cupped your cheeks with both of his hands, your whole attention was on him — your mate, the love of your life, your sun and your moon.

"Tahní." You breathed and put your hands on his, craving his warm skin closer to you.

He moved forward and gently put his forehead to yours, purring loudly into the otherwise silent room.

"I thought I lose you. I thought you die. Again." He grumbled, his eyes closed.

You lifted your head and placed a few kisses on the skin of his forehead.

"I'm a fighter. I thought you knew that by now." You chuckled, your voice hoarse.

Mi'ytiar grumbled again, not appreciating you making jokes when you had been on the brink of life and death.

"What happened?" You asked and pulled away to finally look at him.

Mi'ytiar — and you really had no nicer word to describe it — looked horrible. If Yautja were able to develop bags under their eyes, he definitely would have some. He looked beyond tired. There was a devastated but also relieved look in his eyes, you had no problem deciphering the reason behind it.

"I only remember how my water broke… how you carried me back to the ship… and the call with Cahrein." You mumbled as you tried to recall any memory you had stored in the back of your mind.

It was all blurry and tangled and you had no idea what happened when. The only thing you remembered with conviction was the pain. When the contractions started in that forest, it was far more manageable than the pain at Akail's birth. But when the labor was taking longer than it was normal, it got almost unbearable.

"What happened? How did he…" You trailed off as you glanced past Mi'ytiar and to Cahrein who was rocking the whiny bundle in his arm to calm it down.

"Mi'ytiar, please." You begged as you looked back at him, pleading with your eyes. "Please give him to me. I need to… I need to…"

The distress your body was emitting almost made him shrink away.

"Cahrein." Mi'ytiar grunted and reached out.

Cahrein, who was struggling a little with the fussing pup in his care, was careful not to accidentally drop it as he made his way over to his leader. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel at least some relief when the restless pup left his arms. The last thing he wanted to do was send you further down a spiral of frantic worry about your baby. He had seen enough Females going rogue for lesser reasons and experience showed to never stand between a mother and their pup. It was the last mistake you would make.

Mi'ytiar purred softly at the bundle before he turned back to you and offered it for you to take it. You eagerly engulfed it in your arms and the second you had a hold on it, the fussing pup settled down.

"Leave." Mi'ytiar ordered gruffly when you started to push down the only cover your body had, not taking his eyes off his son and his mate.

Cahrein bowed his head and quickly took his leave. He would talk about anything medical and the further necessary bed rest another time.

You didn't notice him leaving, too busy freeing your newborn son of the baby blanket that was practically drowning him.

You had knitted it when you were six months pregnant with Akail. He had been obsessed with it as long as he was a tiny pup.

Back when you were a nurse, some mothers had excitedly told you about all the preparations they had done before the baby was due. One of them had brought wool, knitting needles, and a half-finished blanket to her appointments. She had explained to you how she learned knitting only for her baby, so she could make all this stuff for it.

It was a sweet memory.

Mi'ytiar, of course, went on a trip back to earth and got you anything and everything you wanted and needed, even more than you originally needed, in hopes his offerings would please you. And you hadn't even needed to use much persuasion. Looking up at him with those big eyes of yours while rubbing the prominent baby bump was enough to prepare a ship and fly to your home planet the next day.

Sweet, sweet memories.

You were humming as Mi'ytiar crawled on the nest behind you, setting the blanket you had shrugged off to the side and pulling you on his lap. He wrapped his arms around you and watched over your shoulder as you cradled your pup against your bare chest. You sighed in contentment when you could feel your son's skin against your own like it was the final thing you needed to reassure you that you were actually here, that he was real.

Without the baby blanket covering him, you finally got a good look at your son. And god, you didn't know you could fall in love a third time in your life.

He was perfect.

Unlike his big brother, he was the carbon copy of his father. While Akail did look like his father, having the same color scheme as him, the patterns were of opposite colors. His younger brother, on the other hand, didn't only have the same color pallet as his father, but the patterns of his skin were colored just the same as Mi'ytiar's. Otherwise, he didn't look much different from Akail when he had been a newborn — the same numbs on his head where his dreads would grow, the same thin and undeveloped mandibles around his mouth, the same arms and legs.

He was about the size of a human baby. It was incredible to think how big in size and height he would grow in the coming years.

You inspected every aspect of his tiny body, your fingers gliding over his torso and limbs, admiring every centimeter of him.

"You were right." Mi'ytiar suddenly said. "He was in abnormal position. He was stuck."

You stilled for a moment before you continued to coo at your baby.

"You begged me to get him out and I did. I cut in you and you…" He trailed off and grunted at his wavering voice. "You stopped moving when I pulled pup out. You were gone."

"No." You interrupted him and turned your upper body to look at him. "If I was gone, I wouldn't be here with you. With him." You moved your arms with your turned torso so his son was back in his sight. "I wouldn't be here to tell you how happy I am, to tell you how glad I am that you handled it so well. You saved his life. And mine too."

You shifted your pup into one arm to reach up and place your hand on his cheek. You didn't even need to pull him in for him to move closer and put his forehead once again against yours, closing your eyes. Since his anatomy made it impossible to actually kiss him, you decided that forehead-against-forehead was an acceptable compensation. Although it wasn't anything special, it felt so intimate with him that you didn't really miss the ability to kiss your partner.

"I'm here. I'm alive. I'm not going anywhere, Mi'ytiar." You told him softly, rubbing your skin against his like a cat. "Thanks to you I'm able to continue to breathe, to walk and talk. Thanks to you I'm able to continue to love you and live my life with you, my strong and handsome mate, and our pups."

You had so many other things to say to him, but you started to choke on your words. Tears were dripping down your cheeks.

You opened your eyes when you felt something rough rub the skin under them and saw him wiping away the tears with his thumb. His other hand came up and its thumb did the same with the tears coming from your other eye. Mi'ytiar looked fondly down at you, his head cocked to the side.

"Thank you so much." You mumbled, your voice a little shaky, and buried your face into his chest.

Mi'ytiar clicked his mandibles softly and carefully pulled you closer, making sure not to crush the pup between your bodies.

"Anything for you." He purred.

He felt the wetness dripping from your eyes to your cheeks and down on his chest ease after a while. And when you lifted your head to look up at him, you gave him one of those dazzling, soft smiles he loved so much.

Mi'ytiar wanted to reach out again, wanted to pull you closer and snuggle his face into the crook of your neck to smell your sweet, familiar scent he missed so much. But sadly a certain someone demanded your attention more loudly.

The pup in your arms started to fuss again, causing you to use both arms again to hold him tight against you. Shushing him, you nestled him in the crook of your neck and stroked his back.

Mi'ytiar let out a displeased grunt before he could stop himself, glaring at his son being in a place where he wanted to be just a moment ago.

You, of course, didn't miss your mate fixing the pup with a dismayed look and you immediately knew why. This wasn't your first baby, after all.

"Mi'ytiar, don't tell me you're jealous again." You grinned up at him, not even trying to hide your amusement.

"'M not." He grunted.

"You are."

"Not."

"Mhm." You hummed, unconvinced, raising an eyebrow. "Just as you were not jealous when Akail was occupying my boobs as a pillow for a year? Or when I tried breastfeeding with him? Or when he challenged you every time you came near me even though he had just learned to walk? Or when he-"

To silence you, he bit down into your throat and you immediately went slack. It was a somewhat trained reaction every time he would do that. Where a human would shut you up with a kiss, your mate bit you. A show of dominance, without a question, and you would lie if you said it didn't turn you on. The moan that would have proofed it had almost slipped from your lips.

"Not jealous." Mi'ytiar insisted gruffly and licked over the bite mark.

"Fine, fine." You mumbled, still a little dazed from his little display of power.

The two of you stayed silent for a while. The only sound was the occasional chittering and cooing of your son, who was looking up at his parents with his big, pale yellow eyes. They would grow more intense in color in no time.

"Did you already name him?" You asked and giggled when your pup tried to snatch up your finger with which you were drawing patterns in the air, moving it around in front of his face.

You watched as your pup finally caught your pointer finger and inserted it into his mouth. You laughed when you felt his gums chew on it. His teeth would develop only in a few weeks.

"The name you chose." Mi'ytiar grunted softly.

You hummed in understanding and snuggled your face into the side of your son's head.

"Hi, Toyah."

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thedawningofthehour · 4 days ago

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hello! I‘m in love with your work!

How would the relationship between Draxum’s mother and Galois be, if they had met?

Also (a bit unrelated) we know Draxum would kill anyone who physically/mentally abused or assaulted Galois! But if Draxum was made to choose, between either Galois regaining his memory (and remembering he is Donatello) or Galois getting badly hurt (or abused/csa‘d) what would he choose?

Hi! Thank you for saying so! I'm in love with everyone who gives me attention. :)

Well, leaving out the fact that Galois just wouldn't exist if the deaths of Draxum's parents and sister hadn't happened as they did. And that his parents would be quite old by this point, probably around a thousand, so it's not out of the question that they would have died of old age by now.

But ignoring both those factors, she would have loved him. Basically all the chaos and bad influence of Bella, but completely unhindered by Draxum because she doesn't care if this is his house, she's his mother and she's the boss. She would absolutely encourage him to be his most chaotic self and drive his father crazy. And he'd find her very liberating, with the strict upbringing he would have had. They'd conspire together to set Drax up with Tigerclaw.

Honestly, that holds true for all the boys, and for Bella and Pax too to an extent. Their parents weren't strict, but I see Draxum's mother as being almost manic at times so she would have thrived in her 'crazy grandma' role. His father was much more reserved-he actually would have bonded with Galois more, now that I'm thinking about it, with a lot of their interests Gale now shares with Draxum. Now I'm thinking about Draxum taking care of plants with his son and thinking about how he used to do that with his own father not that long ago.

And, oof, that's a tough one.

Right now, I'd say Draxum would think he'd choose the latter. He'd do anything to keep his son from being hurt, of course, but if he was-Draxum's a healer, he can fix any physical injury and kill whoever's responsible, and then he can be there for his son and help him heal in any way he needs. Emotionally, physically, he'll be whatever Galois needs. They can come back from that. His son would be okay.

If Gale reverts to Donatello, then his son is basically dead. Draxum has no way of repeating the procedure he used, even if he found someone capable of performing the ritual he'd also have to cover up much of the last year and a half, overwrite a lot of the memories that were meddled with the first time, and every complication just drives up the chances of something going wrong and completely frying him. Not to mention Draxum did hurt him, very badly, and if he remembers what Draxum did to him then it's the same mental trauma he'd be getting in the other scenario, with the added emotional baggage of knowing it was Draxum who did it to him. And at the end of it all Draxum wouldn't be able to help, the very memory of Draxum ever helping him would turn to poison in Donnie's head. Gale learning what Draxum did to him would absolutely destroy him, and Draxum knows that. He doesn't want to lose his son, and he also doesn't want his son to have to live with that. It can't hurt him if he never finds out.

I can't really go into what his answer would be post Donnie-return without major spoilers, but Draxum is really going to have to confront how he compartmentalized Galois away from Donatello and how much of his decisions were made out of selfishness. Goatman is going to be doing a lot of thinking in Book 4.

#doth asks #baron draxum #donatello

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fe-fictions · 2 months ago

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I need lonqu taking care of a sick robin

(I’m just on a sick fic kick right now yall)

It was clear to anyone watching the swordmaster marching down the streets of Ferox that he was not okay. He looked like he was seconds away from murder if someone so much as looked at him wrong.

Jaw clenched, fists tense and eyes sharper than the blade at his hip, Lon’qu looked to be a force of nature. A demon, in all honesty. But if you knew him in any personal manner, it was obvious he wasn’t angry at all.

Rather, he was deeply worried and verging on a full-on panic attack. Such was Lissa’s observation as she tried to keep up with him, though he was far more adept at rushing through deep snow than she was.

“H-hey, do you mind slowing down a little bit?? It’s nearly impossible to keep up with you in a blizzard!!”

“There’s no time.” Lon’qiu barked, “It’s bad enough I had to leave Robin alone to get you out of that damn carriage.”

“Hey, if we could’ve gotten here easier, you know I would have! But the snow is just crazy this time of year. Even Feroxi transport struggles! I don’t know why you sent for me, anyway.”

“There are healers that have traveled from Plegia to try and alleviate the demand because of this illness.” Lon’qu explained briskly, “I don’t want to wait for someone to show up. You’re the only one I trust with Robin-”

“Wow, that’s so nice-”

“-That’s available. Libra and Maribelle are already working with others in Ferox.” He continued, earning an annoyed scoff.

“I see your arrogance hasn’t changed! That’s no way to talk to a woman who just risked life and limb to help your wife.”

Lon’qu brushed her off, pushing open the gate to the home he’d left for far too long. The smoke billowing from the chimney still seemed steady, which was odd. He’d been gone for an hour. The smoke should have thinned out due to logs burning away, unless…

“Damn that woman-” Lon’qu grabbed Lissa’s hand as she trudged through the gate, practically yanking the poor princess up the hill to the house.

“W-whoa!! Slow down, you can’t just grab at me like that, you ass-”

“Robin!!”

Lissa stalled when Lon’qu’s hand left her, finding the house in disarray all around her. It looked as though it hadn’t been cleaned in days.

Worse yet, the subject of his exclamation was on her feet, poker trembling over the fire held by shaking, pale hands. Glassy eyes passed over the princess’ face, but Robin didn’t seem to register that she was looking at her dear friend.

“What the hells are you doing?? You’re supposed to be in bed!” Lon’qu snapped at his wife, taking the iron poker from your grasp and quickly directing you away from the flames. His ire quickly redirected to the princess. “And shut the door!!”

It jolted her back into focus, the door hastily shut and latched to prevent the ice from blowing in. Lon’qu busied himself with his wife.

“You know what, I don’t even want to know why you’re out of bed.” He grumbled, throwing a blanket over you that was lopsided on the recliner. “You swore to me that you’d sleep.”

“I…woke up.” You swallowed thickly, wincing at the pain down your throat. Lon’qu shook his head, carefully lifting you off your feet. He carried you from the den, jerking his head to motion Lissa to follow.

The princess set her outerwear aside, snow and ice dripping into a puddle on the floor. Lon’qu had yet to change out of his freezing clothes, but it was clear his own health was the lowest priority.

“It got…cold…” Your voice was trembling harder than your hands were. Lissa quickened her pace, hurrying into the bedroom just as Lon’qu settled you into the quilts.

The bedroom was in just as rough a state; it was clear Lon’qu had been neglectigng just about everything except for his wife.

“I‘m sorry. I tried to get back before the fire burned out. But you should’ve stayed in bed, regardless.” Lon’qu added with a growl, tucking the blankets around you as tightly as he could. “Lissa’s here to take care of you now; so don’t even think of getting up until you’re better.”

He looked up at said royal, who was swift in joining you at the bedside. She pressed her hand to your forehead, testing for temperature. Calling it a fever would be an understatement.

“Naga…how are you that hot but still so pale??” She was incredulous; this illnesss was severe in every sense of the word.

“How long has she been like this, Lon’qu?” She pulled the pouch around her waist to the front, digging for the vials of dried herbs she needed first.

“It started a week ago, and it’s only gotten worse each day that goes by. She started deteriorating about five days ago,when I first sent word to you.”

“Thank goodness you called when you did…this isn’t good.” She mumbled, “Five days of fever and goodness knows what else. I’m starting to understand why the healers are preoccupied.”

He stood back to give her needed space. “This season is always hard for our clerics, but this year’s spread has been especially brutal. Seven people died in the last two weeks, alone.”

“Well, Robin won’t become one of them. I promise.” She assured him, popping the cork on her vial of dried moringa. “I need a mortar and pestle, and hot water.”

“Understood.”

She’d barely measured the ingredients out on the bedside table before Lon’qu was back, a piping kettle in one hand and the heavy stone bowl in the other.

So the work began. Lon’qu lingered at the foot of the bed, switching between pacing and looking over Lissa’s shoulder to make sure she was working hard.

For a couple of minutes, it seemed to be effective. Your face relaxed as Lissa gently smeared some sort of ointment along your neck, and your breathing deepened.

He noted that your doctor seemed quite pleased with the immediate response, before she got back to work grinding herbs away in the mortar. She cast her gave back at your husband, who seeme dincapable of calming down even for a second.

“So, what’s going on, anyway? You’re talking about this like it’s some sort of seasonal disease. Is it common in Ferox?”

“It is; the common name is Feroxi Flu.”

“Creative.”

“It has a proper title, but since it’s a strain that only hits this region due to Ferox’s set up, you’ll hear the common name a lot more.”

“Well, the ‘flu’ part is quite accurate in her case. All the symptoms are pointing to a severe infection, but it’s nothing that can’t be reversed with rest, constant care and a wathcful eye.”

“Tell me what she needs.”

Lissa smiled softly, seeing determination burn brightly in his eyes. She couldn’t think of the last time she’d heard him utter anything with that level of emotion, except for the day she and Chrom brought you back to your husband’s side in Ferox after your sacrifice.

The reunion was an ocean of tears and promises never to abandon him again, and he had been quite bashful about the royals witnessing his outburst when he regained himself.

So to see him with that same fire in his eyes again made her realize that this was very serious…at least, to him. From what Lissa was able to see in the medical examination suggested otherwise.

“Well, if I’m being honest it’s a lot worse than it should be given her age and general health. So I’m fairly confident in saying it’s this bad because of Robin pushing herself too hard.”

“I haven’t been-”

“She’s gotten out of bed nearly every single day since she got sick.” Lon’qu confirmed, glaring sharply at his wife. She wilted under his reprimanding gaze, amusing to the healer.

“So Robin, you’re going to start with some good, long rest and penty of fluids. Vegetable and chicken broth will be best. Ginger tea will be a good drink option…she hasn’t been eating a lot, right?”

“She throws up nearly everything she eats. I’ve been able to get her to keep bread and some tea down. I’ve had trouble with anything hardier.”

“Then let’s do ginger tea first, and then introduce the broth. So long as she can eat, she’ll regain her strength. As for the congestion and other symptoms…”

The princess rattled off a number of remedies and herbal mixtures he would be tasked with grinding and preparing for you while you recovered. The state of you was certainly concerning, but nothing that you couldn’t bounce back from.

You coughed through a thank you, knowing what a trek it must have been just to tend to one patient. You offered for her to stay the night with you, but she had already prepared accommodations in the city courtesy of the Khan (who also demanded to know how you were doing when they found out the reason for the princess’/ visit).

Lon’qu led her to the door, and once again the house fell silent against the whipping winds of Ferox’s blizzard.

You nestled back into the pillows, fending off another coughing fit. The soft thuds of your husband’s feet caught your attention, and he passed back into the room with a number of warm-looking dishes on a tray.

“I’m sure that all smells delicious, if I could smell.” You joked, pushing yourself up some to sit up properly. Lon’qu set them on the bedside table one by one, before he sat down beside you once more.

“Eat this. Lissa said it will help ease the congestion.”

The gentler, softer side of Lon’qu was always such a sweet thing to experience. Even in your currnet state, a smile crept up your lips as you watched him spoon a mouthful of soup from the bowl for you.

“I could feed myself, you know.”

“Lissa said rest was key. That means you’re not lifting a finger, if I can help it.” He replied gruffly, holding it up. Obediently you accepted the food, earning a satisfied expression. “Good. Once you’re done, take this medicine-- then you can sleep.”

“I’ll take it on one condition,” You held up a finger as he presented another spoonful of broth. His eyes narrowed, suspicious.

“Are you seriously trying to bargain with me right now?”

“You have to read to me until I fall asleep.”

“Tch.” He clicked his tongue, pressing the spoon to your mouth. You tried not to splutter a laugh, knowing he’d only be more agitated if you spat out the food. “Why would you want me to read to you? I’m no good at it and I have half the speed you do.”

“But you really do such a good job… I love listening to you read. It gives me joy.” You spoke earnestly, watching his ears burn brighter with every word. He looked away with a groan, the glare sharpening over his frown.

“Damn you…fine, if it matters so much to you, I’ll do it just this once! But only because you’re ill, got it??”

“Thank you, my love.”

“Gh…! S-shut up and eat.” He snapped, all but shoving the next spoon into your mouth. You grinned behind the wood utensil, finding delight in how easily you could fluster such a prickly man.

You finished the rest of your food promptly, and without any further bartering. And of course the bitter medicine came after, but as promised, Lon’qu reluctantly trudged back to the bed with your latest novel, opened to the page you last read and started stumbling through the paragraphs.

If you were bothered by his lack of literary skills, you didn't say it. Instead you leaned into his side, and threaded your fingers with his, listening to the tale that unfolded while Lon’qu continued on.

He did not know when you fell asleep, but he did not stop reading until dark…and not beccause he liked holding your hand for so long, or anything.

No, that wasn’t it at all.

While you wouldn’t make a full recovery for another week and a half, Lon’qu was there to support you through every minute of it (and maybe possibly secretly hold your hand when able, as well).

#lon'qu #robin #fe 13 #fe awakening #fe: awakening #lonbin #lon'qu x robin #lonqu x robin #fe-fictions #fe fictions #f!mu #f!robin #fem!robin #sick fic #so much fluff #a little angst but #mostly silly fluffy good stuff

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crimsonlyinglilly · 3 months ago

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No. 10: BLOW TO THE HEAD

Slurred Words | Passing Out from Pain | "I can't think straight."

Here's Day 10 of @whumptober 2024, sorry late, preparing for holiday.

NEW AU Time- Adoption the wolf way- Mikael goes to far during training leaving Finn to make a choice for his little brothers survival.

Set during the time of the baby Mikaelsons (human life)

Tw- child abuse

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Elijah had managed to remain standing until father had left.

Finn wishes he hadn't, if he had fallen before Father left then the man would have known he had gone too far, he would have picked up Elijah and run back to Ayana to get him healed.

Instead Finn was alone with them, Klaus whimpering in the snow from something he had done to his leg during his lesson with father and Elijah limp in the snow.

Elijah’s groan calms Finn’s concern for a brief moment as he steps closer but it's as his brother shakily pushes himself up that the worry returns.

Red on white.

Blood is painfully bright on the snow and Finn kneels, ignoring the cold soaking into to his legging to get a closer look, what from a distance he had assumed was sweat darkening Elijah’s already dark hair wasn’t.

Elijah squints at him, cheeks already red from the chill of the snow, yet look pale when blood trails down his forehead to his eyebrow.

“Finn, head hurts.” Elijah mutters.

“Yes, when did you hit it?” He asks even though he knows, father’s anger at Niklaus’ latest show of weakness had led him to forget he should hold back his full strength when sparring against his eleven year old. Finn had been sure Elijah had managed to block the last hit but clearly not enough.

“Neeklaus?” Elijah asked instead of answering as Finn helped him into a sitting position, something in Finn’s mind screamed as Elijah allowed him to move him with little fight.

“Elijah i need you to-” he started

“Niklaus.” Elijah insisted looking at him with wide brown eyes.

“Klaus come here.” he shouted over his shoulder, ignoring as his volume caused Elijah to flinch

“I can’t.” came the reply in between sobs.

“Klaus-”

“My leg.” was shouted back in a high voice.

“Niklaus.” Elijah called as he started to push himself up, Finn has seen him struggle to stay sitting upright he could let him stand and risk falling and hurting himself more.

“No.” he stopped him “Elijah, stay” he ordered, “I'll get him and be right back.”

He swears himself when he gets to Niklaus and finds the issue. Niklaus wasn’t making a fuss, his ankle was swollen to at least twice its normal size, even where he had tried to cool it with the snow, likely done while father spared with Elijah.

Niklaus wasn’t walking anywhere and Elijah wasn't either, Finn would need to carry them back.

“Niklaus climb on my back.” he told him twisting in the snow, thankful when Niklaus wasted no time in throwing himself on him.

Finn was prepared so he didn’t end up in the snow from the sudden weight and only choked a little as he stood before the managed to readjust.

“Finn?” Elijah blinked as he returned to him, blinking again as the movement cause the blood to pass the eyebrow and slide down the left side of his face.

Head wounds bleed; he reminded himself to calm the almost panic, Niklaus’ gasp of horror as he saw their brother didn’t help.

“Elijah.” he answered,

“How here?” Elijah asked, setting ice into his heart.

“What?” he gasped Ayana’s voice loud in her mind with warning of confusion being a bad sign with head wounds, damage to the mind past the body.

“How here?” Elijah asked, clearly confused, looking around them slowly.

“Finn Elijah’s no-” Klaus started.

“I know,” he said, aiming ot clam Klaus with an explanation “we need to get him- both of you to a healer but Elijah is-”

“Don’t leave me.” Klaus suddenly cried in a panic cutting him off as well as tightening his arms to choke him. Finn bit back a growl .

“i‘m- not leaving you.” he choked out as he pulled at Klaus’ arm to get his air back, “You need to hold onto me and I'll carry Elijah.”

Klaus thankfully calmed down but his being co-operate was made up for when Elijah wasn’t as Finn bend down to try and lift him.

“Mh ogka.” Elijah snapped as Finn tried to pick him up, it may have been believable if it hadn’t taken Finn a moment to understand him

“Elijah.” he hissed through his teeth

“Fffinn” Elijah huffed, “fineee.”

Yet the second time he attempted it, Elijah slumped boneless in his arms with a choked whine of pain, eyes closed tightly.

“‘Lijah!” Klaus squealed in panic too loudly in Finn’s ear leading him to growl in response.

“laus.” Elijah sighed softly, reaching up to touch Niklaus’ face for a moment before his arm dropped limply back to his chest.

Finn swallowed his panic and straightened himself, leaving the training swords and everything else behind in the snow, like father had left his brothers and walked.

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“Arm” Elijah muttered minutes later when the training area had be long left behind.

“Elijah?” he called as he stopped his attention glued to his brother, head injures could lead to sick, he didn’t want his throwing up on him or worse choking on it.

“‘Arm,” Elijah repeated, weakly struggling in his arms only to stop as the movement caused his head to hurt as he whimpered “ot, Fiinnn.” Elijah whined.

“Elijah open your eyes and look at me.” he ordered. “Elijah.” he snapped again when Elijah ignored him, shaking him slightly and ignoring the noise Klaus let out, or the tightening arms that almost choked him.

Elijah opened his eyes but looked confused as he struggled to focus on his face.

“Wha hap end?” Elijah asked before he squeezed his eyes closed.

“Elijah.” he called softly

“urts- wy?” Elijah cried, “innn ‘ake it sop, ‘ease” he begged with a pained whine as he tried to bury himself into Finn's chest, Niklaus’ cries soon joined him and Finn felt the hot tears on his neck

Finn knows they won't get home in time, not with him carrying them both, mother had warned him of the dangers of head wounds, confusion was a bad sign and Elijah was barely aware of him and he was carrying him.

Father had insisted on a long walk to their training spot this morning, likely because Niklaus had been slower when returning from their last session, he had taken them closer to the wolf’s main village than their own.

Finn remembered where it was from when mother had a friend she exchanged flowers and spell ingredients with before Niklaus’ birth, a village that size had to have a healer, even if the wolves healed they had human members that married in.

It’s Klaus shifting of his back that made his mind up and he changed their direction, they would be back tracking slightly but they would get to help sooner.

Sooner was better.

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“It rainins” Elijah said seemingly to himself.

Finn wished he could take the lack of pain in Elijah's voice as hope, an improvement but mother had taught him that an absence was not always a good sign.

An old thrall, one who had come across the sea with them had been in pain from his joints for as long as Finn remembered, he had never let it slow him down so Father had kept him, respected him for battling his age, had woken without pain one day and died that night.

“‘Lijah” Klaus called, loosening one of his arms from Finn’s neck to reach for Elijah, “‘Lijah it’s me Niklaus.”

“‘Ebecar com ere.” Elijah’s voice was soft, almost lost to the wind and the crunch of snow under his foot, he didn’t notice Klaus’ hand waving in his face..

Finn swallowed and smothered his anger at father, he was just dealing with losing Freya in his own way mother said.

It was easier to focus on putting one foot in front of the other, pushing himself to move faster than to think of what father was thinking to leave him with them, to hit Elijah this hard and walk away without noticing.

“It’s bad Finn,” Klaus told him quietly in his ear, tiny face burying itself in the crook of his neck. “‘Lijah not hearing me, he never not hears me.”

“We’ll be fine, it’s not far now.” he prayed he wasn’t lying and kept walking, pulling Elijah closer to him.

Elijah had always been the thinnest out of them, even Kol the only other winter born of their siblings had been chubby as a baby compared to Elijah. It had made sense before, Elijah was born in mother’s grief for Freya but now Finn hates how fragile he feels in his arms.

—-

It took him too long, he thinks as the posts to the wolves village came into view, a shout ringing out. Elijah's insensible words had faded into faint choked noises of pain whenever Finn managed to force him to wake up to check he was still alive and Klaus' voice had died down to barely there whispers in his ear.

He knows when they're spotted as a shout goes up, it causes him to freeze as more shouts are joined by it

“I smell blood.”

“It’s just kids.”

“Get the healers!”

His body relaxes at the word heart despite himself and before he could do anything Elijah was pulled from his numb arms and the weight of Niklaus on his back was removed by the sudden crowd of adults that formed around them.

The sudden loss of his brothers left him feeling heavier, he stumbled and blinked trying to spot where they had gone but found himself surrounded by strangers.

Right, the wolves he had come here to get help.

“We got you, son.” A woman told him, before he could speak, she was older than his mother and with darker skin than her but lighter than Ayana’s, “what happened to you?”

“Training,” he told her, looking around for his brothers as he found it harder to keep himself upright, “Father went too far.” he admitted without thinking as he tripped over his own feet.

“Hey now, take a breath.” a much older man tried to cam him as he caught him, Finn found himself distracted by the greys in his hair.

“Ah they goin be Kay?” He found himself slurring, leaning into the large warm hand on his shoulder.

“You did good, got them to the best people in time.” A deep soothing voice told him and Finn nodded, “you can rest now son, we got it.”

Finn closed his eyes and everything went peaceful.

He didn't even feel it as he was swept up into the man’s arms.

—-

Finn woke up to being warm and surrounded in soft furs, it took him a moment to discover the source that had woke him.

Rebekah giggled.

“Shhh 'Bekah” Kol voice hushed.

“Come away children, your brother needs rest.” a stranger's voice scolded.

Finn blinked, when did Kol and Rebekah get here, how did they, why?

He sat up suddenly, ignoring his aching muscles as he remembered how he had gotten here, Klaus’ arms around his throat, Elijah limp in his arms.

They was a young woman sitting across the hut with a bundle in her arms. He's almost sure is Henrik, why not when the rest of his siblings were here, but he ignored that for the currently more pressing questions.

“Elijah? Niklaus?”

“Rest young man, you did well but you pushed yourself hard to get them to safety and help.”

“How are they?” he demanded, allowing Rebekah and Kol to settle on his lap suddenly thankful Father hadn't insisted on Kol joining their training he couldn't have carried all three of them.

“The younger one had his leg in a split but he'll heal well, our kind do.” The woman explained freezes slightly as she realised but she said, Finn ignored the strange phase and glared at her.

She hadn't answered about Elijah.

“The other one is being watched,” she sighed, “head injuries can be tricky. It could be weeks until he's himself again.”

“What does that mean?” he questioned trying not to show the fear in his voice, had he been to slow getting Elijah to help.

“He's confused a lot, it's not helped by waking in a strange place.” she explained “although the healer's gossip says he's a stubborn one and they keep finding him out of his place, trying to help others.”

Finn allowed himself to relax that sounded like Elijah, he always tried to escape his sick beds earlier to help.

“Is mother here?” he asked, that had to be the reason his youngest sibling were here, the wolves must have sent someone to tell her.

The woman’s reaction proved him wrong as she growled, calming just as quickly when it caused Henrik to cry.

“Hey there little one, no more big bad wolf.” she soothed the baby, although it didn’t make his want to snatch his baby brother back any less, but with his lap full he couldn’t. “Your mother-” she started before shaking her head, “neither of your parent will be allowed anywhere close to any of you.”

“Why?” he asked bewildered.

“You're part of the pack now, we look after our own.”

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etaindelaserna · 10 months ago

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So I found this around, can I ask for Draco/ Hermione or Kakashi/ Sakura?

♥ Send a ship and I'll give you who:

- Gives nose/forehead kisses

- Gets jealous the most

- Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

- Takes care of on sick days

- Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

- Gives unprompted massages

- Drives/rides shotgun

- Brings the other lunch at work

- Has the better parental relationship

- Tries to start role-playing in bed

- Embarrassingly drunk dancer

- Still cries watching Titanic

- Firmly believes in couples costumes

- Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

- Makes the other eat breakfast

- Remembers anniversaries

- Brings up having kids

Thanks for choosing two of my all-time-even-when-I‘m-as-old-as-solar-systems-ships✨Let‘s see…

- Gives nose/forehead kisses:

Nose? Definitely Hermione and it drives Draco mad, because it’s such a silly gesture and he doesn’t really understand it because WHY THE BLOODY NOSE of all places but secretly he loves it. Forehead? Draco. He almost overuses it. It’s a no-nonsense gesture, a “I’m a hopeless romantic deal with it” declaration, a “You’re safe with me” assurance and a “I adore you more than I have words for” love letter.

- gets jealous the most:

Draco although he doesn’t show it. But there are signs. Hermione can tell. The eyebrow twitch, the love bombing once they’re alone, the overcompensation with grand speeches and display of luxury but the most telling one of all: Draco is making an utter fool of himself—no matter how calm and collected he looks doing it.

- picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive:

Draco. He acts as if he’s annoyed by it but he’s satisfied that she calls him to pick her up, that she feels safe with him. Also: drunk Hermione is very funny and cute and entertaining and he teases her about it when she’s sober again.

- takes care of on sick days:

Draco. By the time Hermione listed her symptoms he has already owled for potions and healers and plans to buy enough groceries for at least a month just in case. Hermione doesn’t want him to make a big fuss about it but he basically declares it a national emergency and makes sure she really recovers. Meaning: she is not allowed to read or research while sick.

- Drags the other person out into the water on beach day:

Hermione. Because what’s the point of going to the beach if you don’t go into the water but of course Draco argues, that it’s called “beach day” and not “swim” or “ocean day”.

- gives unprompted massages:

Hermione. It’s her way of easing things up between them. A physical way for her to express she is there with him, that she listens.

- drives/rides shotgun

Hermione. Jump in. We don’t have time for questions.

- brings the other lunch at work:

Draco. Proper nutrition isn’t one of Hermione‘s top priorities. She skips meals on a daily basis because she is too focused on her work. Also: it gives Draco an excuse to stop by and steal some smooches.

- has the better parental relationship:

Hermione.

- tries to start role-playing in bed:

Draco. He read in a muggle magazine, made the quiz that determined whether that’s something he could be interested in and tried it the first chance he got. Needless to say it ended in them almost dying of laughter.

- embarrassingly drunk dancer:

Hermione. And she forces Draco to join in.

- still cries watching Titanic:

Draco. Being the hopeless romantic in the relationship, it’s right down his aisle. Although he slightly sympathises with the rich and therefore get’s smacked by Hermione.

- firmly believes in couples costume:

Draco. It’s one of the few benefits of being a couple and he is fully committed to see it to its full potential.

- breaks the expensive gift rule dusting Christmas:

Draco.

- makes the other eat breakfast:

Draco. Hermione is not allowed to leave the house until she’s had breakfast. Just coffee doesn’t count.

- remembers anniversaries:

Both. Although Hermione remembers a lot of personal and small ones like the first time he smiled at her.

- brings up having kids:

Draco. Every chance he gets. There’s no point in postponing because they love each other, they are settled and he wants a minimum of two. A boy and a girl. Three if he’s lucky and Hermione plays along.

- Gives nose/forehead kisses:

Kakashi. For appearing so aloof all the time he does use kisses and touches as his main love language and once Sakura got used to it, she realised how much she actually needed this kind of affection from a partner.

- gets jealous the most:

Sakura. Kakashi is a beautiful, respected man and Sakura was used to being treated indifferently and always being the second fiddle. Noticing other women glancing after him makes her want to explode.

- picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive:

Kakashi. Sakura is a clingy and honest drunk. So it’s quite amusing but for the most part he doesn’t trust anyone else with picking her up.

- takes care of on sick days:

Sakura. There is no debate. Kakashi isn’t allowed to leave the house and is fed chicken broth and at least 3 litres of tea. And he is not allowed to complain.

- Drags the other person out into the water on beach day:

Sakura. Kakashi isn’t a fan of the cold water but can’t say no when Sakura wears that large sun hat and green swimming suit and has that huge smile on her face when she starts a splashing war.

- gives unprompted massages:

Kakashi. After a long day in the hospital or on a mission her shoulders and neck are so tense and although she never complains or asks, he can see that she is uncomfortable. He can’t stand it. Within a few minutes she falls asleep.

- drives/rides shotgun:

Sakura.

- brings the other lunch at work:

Kakashi. Although Sakura knows how important a nutritious meal is, she is too exhausted to meal prep. It gives Kakashi a sense of fulfilment knowing he can do this little thing for her.

- has the better parental relationship:

Sakura. But Kakashi was basically adopted into the family by day one.

- tries to start role-playing in bed:

Sakura. She convinces herself it must be something Kakashi likes because he has more experience and because of the Icha Icha books and she doesn’t want to be “bad in bed”. So she tries it and Kakashi humours her but makes it clear he is not into it, especially if Sakura doesn’t enjoy it.

- embarrassingly drunk dancer:

Sakura. Kakashi can’t decide if it’s cute or funny or oddly attractive but Sakura has moves he has never seen before.

- still cries watching Titanic:

Sakura.

- firmly believes in couples costume:

Kakashi. It surprises Sakura just how committed he is. She has to admit it’s actually quite fun.

- breaks the expensive gift rule dusting Christmas:

Sakura. Her gifts are a combination of expensive and thoughtful. She has a vision in mind.

- makes the other eat breakfast:

Sakura. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. End of story.

- remembers anniversaries:

Kakashi. He makes sure to remind Sakura what’s so special about each anniversary: the way she looked, how she smiled, something she said. Those moments are precious to him.

- brings up having kids:

Sakura. She never thought about it before but with Kakashi it just makes sense.

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