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kkusuka · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu poly headcannons!! <33

Pairs: Kageyama & Hinata, Oikawa & Iwaizumi, Ushijima & Tendo, Sakusa & Atsumu, Kurro & Kenma, and finally Bokuto & Akaashi.

part 2

Sfw AND Nsfw

Slight time skip spoilers!!!

let me know what you want to see next

word count: 2.6K I got a bit carried away. lol

FEMALE READER

Kageyama Tobio and Hinata Shoyo

Sfw

It's a constant fight for attention

They are polar opposites, Hinata is warm and energetic while Kageyama is confused and awkward, but they both love you so much it hurts.

How you got together was kind of a funny story, you and Hinata knew each other from middle school and reconnected when you met at a local mall in tokyo. So when you and Hinata started hanging out more he couldn't help but brag to Kageyama about it, which led to him wanting to meet you and thus began the year long fight for your love.

You couldn't choose between them so they came to the decision that they would just share you!

Your dynamics are pretty simple, you spend as much time with whoever is not at practice at the time, lucky they have two completely different practice schedules, Hinata in the morning and Kageyama in the afternoon.

That meant cuddling with Kags in the morning and cooking lunch with Hinata in the afternoon.

You guys also have a weekly date night! You have a rotation of who gets to choose what they want to do.

Unsurprisingly Hinata likes volleyball inspired dates, but he also likes the movie and picnic dates!

Kageyama is a bit more romantic, shockingly (he read a dating book), like romantic dinners and late night walks , shopping, anything to see you happy.

They also love anything you want to do, stay in? They make popcorn for movies. Dinner? Where, what and when should they make a reservation.

They are literally so whipped for you.

Nsfw

Oh~ ho ho~

I am a firm believer that these two are switches.

Hinata is a bit more submissive than Kags (for the most part), but he has his moments.

And i have this thing where Kags makes you and Hinata fuck while he watches biut votgh of you are power bottoms.

Toys toys toys

I'm talking double ended dildos and vibrators galore.

Punishments are usually for Hinata and consist of you riding Kags while he watches, and its absolute torture.

They also have nights where they have you alone and those are sweet and romantic, rose petals and candles.

It's never boring <33

“Tobio, doesn't she look so pretty?”

“God Shoyo you’ll cum in your pants if you grind like that”

“ go fuck yourself on the fucking dldo like a slut”

Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime

Sfw

There are two ways that this happened

1. You grew up with them and slowly fell in love through your life, and you all got together in highschool

2. You met Oikawa in Argentina, literally fell in love at first sight, stars in your eyes. This led to him bringing you back to Japan, which led to you meeting “Iwa-chan�� (who looked much more beautiful in person). After hanging out everyday for about 3 weeks Oikawa bright up the idea of sharing

And here you are!

You guys are all similar but you share personal things with each boy

With oikawa you have the obsession with aliens and you too even have a beauty routine that you do every night before bed.

With Iwaizumi you, of course, make fun of Oikawa at every waking moment. But! You also do all different kinds of exercise with him. You have a monthly yoga class and a swim aerobics program every other tuesday!

These two spoil you so much it's ridiculous.

Perfumes, jewelry, clothes and even gaming things.

They will get you anything even if you don't want it (and they are rolling in cash so it doesn't really matter.)

Nsfw

Iwaizumi rules the bedroom.

And as much as Oikawa pretends to be the top, he falls apart the second you kiss him neck.

Favorite position?

Simple. It can go two ways.

Oikawa laying on his back, Iwa fuking him into heaven and you sitting on his face OR you on your stomach ass up with Iwa between your legs and Oikawa's dick in your mouth.

The only real times Oikawa is in you is when Iwazumi wants to see both of you be pathetic sluts, or when Oikawa is being punished, mostly cockwarming while he is tied and not able to thrust in you.

Double penetration?

Your punishment.

Whine and cry all you want neither of them are slowing down, this is really the only time Oikawa is dominant in the bedroom

“Aw, Tooru, look at her! So pathetic!”

“You look like two whores trying to fuck, Harder brats”

“Oh! Iwa her throat gets tighter when you do that!”

Ushijima Wakatoshi and Tendo Satori

Sfw

Oh bby how did you get so lucky?

You have the best of both worlds!

Tendo, who you can joke around and cook with.

And Ushijima, your pillar and voice of reason.

This relationship was 100% started by Tendo. No question. He saw you and decided right then and there that you were his, and what kind of best friend would he be if he didn't share with Wakatoshi!

Thank god you were willing to do this, it would have Broken Satori AND Wakatoshis heart :((

This WAS the best decision of your life.

Your first date as a threesome was so cute, it started with walking around tokyo and you stopped and ate in a small cafe. You begged them to pay and they didn't let you so this became a game to see if you could ever find a way to pay before them.(you're still failing to this day)

After the cafe they took you to a small beach that had a little volleyball net set up. Insert uwus here

They taught you how to play, the basics if you didn't already know, and you guys played around until it was 2am

All of your dates are different but they either end like that or cuddling on the couch wachting movies. OR you know ;))

Nsfw

UHHH there are two ways this could go.

You being absolutely ruined by these two. Both being pretty big, they easily overpower you.

Tendo also has the obsession with being in your ass while ushijima rips your poor pussy apart.

Sadist tendo also makes a slight appearance, not letting yu cum for hours then making you cum over and over and over again

Mr. Tendo controls what you and Toshi do!

Trust me Wakatoshi is still controlling you every waking second, but having Tendo tell him what to do (being slightly unaware of what to do anyway) gets him off just as much as you.

And when he’s feeling more adventurous, Tendo has kept you and Ushijima on literal leashes at his feet while he just chilled out. (i literally love this so much-)

You guys do a lot of exploring!

“Harder Toshi, the slut can take it”

“” we don't have enough dicks to fill all your holes”

“Satori! Please!” “Shhh, floor whores don't get to talk”

Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu

My #2 pair

DAMN, i can't even put how whipped they are for you in words.

You defiantly knew Sakusa first.

You two met in the supermarket, much to his displeasure he had to shop for himself, it was the classic strangers to lovers trope

You both reached for the same countertop cleaner!

To both of your shock you touched his hand and immediately started to apologize to him (he couldn't even reply because he was so stunned by your beauty)

He snapped back and started to interrogate you about what cleaning products you use, you both didn't even realize how much time passed with you just talking about how you clean.

Eventually you exchanged numbers and texted almost all day.

This led to him texting you back every chance he had during practice breaks, but he never told you he was a professional volleyball players AND happened to be on one of the top teams in the country, (you found out when he randomly followed you on instagram)

Eventually he got sloppy and Atsumu looked at his phone and found your number! Aren't you lucky ;) almost immediately after he started to question Sakusa about you

Who is she?

Where did you meet?

Is she pretty?

Gimmie her number Omi, i wanna know her too!

Eventually Atsumu just stole his phone and started to non-stop call you.

“Uh Kiyo? This guy keeps calling me and asking me questions about you.”

“Ignore it”

It got so bad that when you officially met atsumu he had followed Sakusa to your meeting spot, and you hit it off! (much to Kiyoomi’s disdain)

After a few months, and a lot of talks, all three of you entered a relationship!

Your dynamic was great! You were clean like Sakusa and fun like Atsumu!

Perfect!

Another spoiling group, it's like they just know what you want. It doesn't even matter what you think :// no take backs :))

Plus you have girl time when they are at practice, a good time to plan surprises ;)

You even got Atsumu into skin and hair care (kiyoomi approves)

You are literally perfect (and the hottest couple in the planet)

Nsfw

Sakusa is in control.

No question.

He wants ti fuck you? Done.

He wants to watch you play with yourself. Already rubbing circles on your clit.

He wants you to ride Atsumu until you squirt? You're bouncing on Atsumu Cumming and cumming.

Believe it or not Sakusa AND Atsumu love messy blowjobs, seeing you slobber all over yourself and their cocks is the most beautiful thing to them.

Atsumu also has the dirtiest most vulgar mouth on earth, will not spare your feelings one bit.

But that doesn't even measure up to how Kiyoomi speaks to you. He has no shame is telling you that they are going to let everyone on the team fuck you senseless.

Sakusa also loves to punish you and Atsumu for literally anything, he will tie you to each other and put vibrators in your holes and just watch you two desperately grind on each other to get relief that just won't come.

(they both love to ruin your orgasm too)

“Go Whore i know you can bounce faster than that”

“Look at her Omi! Isnt she the best little cumdump? Yes you are! Yes you are!” (pls he treats you like a pet)

“Hey Miya. Wouldn't shugo just love to have her on her knees for him? I think we should let her sometime”

I would do anything for these two-

Kuroo Tetsuro and Kozume Kenma

Oh? You're the most spoiled pet in the world?

You definitely grew up together, aka you've had both of them wrapped around your finger since you were 8.

You guys probably started dating after you accidentally let it slip that you were in love with the both of them.

After you all confessed and talked for hours, you were officially dating!

Not much has changed, but they were more affectionate and loving and more physical with you.

Your dates are really random, all the varying schedule and all.

They take you to anime cafes and gaming cafes and ALL the different cafes.

They always tell you you don't have to work but you feel bad so you started a makeup channel on youtube! And of course you were a sensation!

You and Kenma make little collab videos and were voted as the cutest couple of the year!

But that doesn't1 mean you aren't involved in Kuroos life just as much!

You help him get ready every morning, he just “can't” tie his tie even after doing it since highschool.

You make him a unique bento everyday!

You even buy him little chemistry sets whenever you see that a new model was released!

Plus living with two cuddle bugs is a dream for any girl ;)

Nsfw

The way that both of them are into cockwarming-

Whenever Kenma is not streaming he wants you to sit on his cock, just be a good kitten and do it.

No worries! Between rounds he'll start to pound you for as long as he can, but it's never enough for you to cum :// too bad you'll just have to wait until he’s done, or when Kuroo some home.

With Kuroo it's usually when he is doing more work in his home office. This is pure torture.

He won’t even pay attention to you until HE wants to cum.

To add on to that neither of them are afraid of fucking you infront of people.

Kenma has no fear of keeping you at his feet while he streams so you can suck him off whenever he wants.

One time he was on a zoom call with his PR team and they had no idea you were deepthroating his cock under where the camera could see.

Kuroo is the worst with this too, he’ll start fucking you when he knows he ahs a work call in a few minutes, so in the middle of fucking he’ll just answer the phone and make you shut up :((

Both of them together? You’re fucked. (literally haha)

Kenma a bottom , 100%, just not as much as you.

Sex mostly means kuroo fucking you and sucking kenma off.

“I wonder if everyone would still follow you if they knew what a slut you are”

“Kitten you have to be quiet for Daddy now, this call is important”

“Look at that kenma, she’s cumming all over the place while drooling all over you!”

Bokuto Kotaro and Akaashi Keji

The owl nest? Yes Ma’am.

You were akaashis girlfriend first, but that meant you were practically dating Bokuto anyway.

Akaashi? He loved it, you were just so cute when you tled to Kotaro!

When he got excited, you got excited and you were just the cutest two babies in the world!

The way you would talk for hours about nonsense and laugh about the stupidest things.

Slowly but surely Akaashi braugh Bokuto into the relationship, and you had no objections!

It started with small things like movie nights that turned into sleepovers that became full dates!

Dates? Oh man you go on one almost every night!

The movies! Bookstores! Restaurants!

Even to the volleyball gym.

Sometimes Akaashi takes you to Bokuto’s games and you two just Cheer your lungs out!

This seems crazy but one time on your anniversary that took you to an owl farm!

It was probably the funnest night of your life, and that was it all three of you knew that this was how you wanted to spend the rest of your lives.

Nsfw

Bokuto might be the driving force but Akaashi is the real mastermind behind the bedroom life.

Sex mostly includs being railed by Bokuto for hours while Akaashi whispers sweet praises in your ears, telling you how good your gtaking Bokuto.

Akaashi is also a firm believer in punishing people with toys,aka Bokuto getting ahead of himself and ignoring Akaashis commands which lands him tied up and a vibrator pressed to his sild until his orgass are dry :)

Of course you are no better, cumming before your told or vene worse masterbating without permission.

That lands you with a bunny vibrator, unable to move and just watching as Akasshi fucks Bokuto with your favorite dildo :(

But if you'd just listen this would have never happened, just promise not to do it again!

“Keji please, pease, wanna cum s-so bad”

“Gee, you're just sucking him in huh? After all this time you still want more!”

“You are just the prettiest little thing huh.”

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randomingoftherandomness · 4 years ago

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Secrets I Have Held In My Heart

A/N: Modern!AU, Soulmate!AU, Soul Mark!AU, Angst, OT3.

This is quite honestly one of the longest things I’ve ever done in one sitting. I am exhausted. My prose and tenses are probably everywhere and I am so sorry for it. Enjoy x

(Edit 20/1/2021) It has recently come to my attention that lies and slander have been spread about my character amongst persons in this OT3 community. They are malicious lies made with the intent to cast a shadow over my credibility and my good standing in this community. I only ask that you come talk to me first before you believe the horrible things that have been levelled about me.

Please take care of yourselves x

Booker smiles placidly when he catches Joe's eye from across the room and let's the pretenses drop the moment he ducks out into hallway, finding a spot of quiet from all the music and chatter of celebration in the living room. He really should be happy but as it is with heartbreaks, happiness is something you can only fake until it feels real.

He opens the door when the doorbell rings and kisses the cheeks of the latecomers in greeting. They awkwardly avoid his eye with shifty smiles as they shuffle past him. Booker doesn't blame them. It's an awkward fucking situation all around.

Joe's warm and happy laughter carries through the air, and Booker just feels his heart twist in his chest. The sight of his head of curls bobbing along in the joy of whatever joke one of their friends was making while his arm was slung intimately low around Nicky's waist was unbearable. Booker has enough self-respect in him to recognise it as jealousy.

He has been in love with his best friend for almost as long as he has known him. It had been ridiculously easy for them; Joe had no soul marks and neither had Booker, so it was the most natural thing to move in together after they'd both hit 33 and when Booker decided to offer his fine art restorer skills up to go freelance, they make plans to spend the rest of their lives together. It made sense and they were happy. Booker had had no intentions of ever letting Joe know how he had truly felt and that was the mistake.

It isn't that he dislikes Nicky.

The man was beyond perfect and Booker could have never hoped to compare. From the briefest of familiarities, he knows that Nicky was a former theology student who left the seminary and is now deep in his work with a local NGO, well on his way to maybe working for the UN some day. He volunteers at a local shelter, helps at his church's soup kitchen, is handsome and funny, is a fucking Saint personified and looks great next to Joe when Booker looks like a twice drowned rat on his best day. It isn't that he hates the man. It's just that, well, Nicky isn't him.

Booker knew something had changed then. Joe had never looked at him the way he had when his and Nicky's eyes first met. And he knows Joe like he knows his own mind and there won't be any one as trusting or as kind. If he tells him he loves him, Joe would stay and he'd be Booker's, but that's not how love works and so he waits until the day they're both on the sofa watching a game and Joe turns to him to say, "Nicky's my soulmate."

Just like that. And because he could never hurt Joe, he smiles, nodding. "I figured he was. Congratulations man. That's amazing!"

There had been an indescribable look that crossed Joe's face when he said that but he hadn't lingered on it for too long. Joe's soul mark was on his left forearm set in stark, bold lines; a scimitar and a longsword threaded together with roses and thorns. Pretty cool and Booker made sure to tell him so.

That had been three months ago. Three months of waiting for the other shoe to drop, the inevitable moment when Joe says he's gonna move out and into Nicky's unit. For the second it hits his best friend that there really wasn't a place for someone like him in this equation. Two months of sitting around until he wraps up his current contract with the museum in the city and the curator takes him aside to ask him if he would be interested in working for a private collector in Turkey. Two years to work on a team of freelancers. Two years on the other side of the continent. Booker said yes with no hesitation.

"Hey, you good?"

Booker knocks his bottle of beer to Copley's. He is one of the newer persons to join their friend group but it feels like they've know each other for a very long time. His warm smile anchors Booker to the here and now and he is stupidly grateful for his presence. The man was steadfast and calm, and it made sense to Booker that he'd be the only one he told about his leaving. "Yeah. I'm ready to go whenever you are."

He'd snuck a duffle bag of his things out to Copley's house the day before and then two suitcases when Joe was over at Nicky's last night. Right before the party to celebrate Joe's birthday, he had brought his carry on out to Copley's car. His name was still on the lease and he has left instructions to help pay for his part of the rent until the end of the year if Joe would like to continue staying here. Copley will help ship the rest of his things after a month. All that's left to do is leave.

Joe had been looking forward to introducing Nicky to his family and friends, and this party was perfect for it. Booker feels bereft at the thought that this could be the last time he sees him in a long while and he cranes his neck to spy him in the center of the room, accepting a kiss from Nicky as the birthday cake is brought out from the kitchen. He holds that image of Joe, smiling from ear to ear and hopes he won't hate him too much for leaving without saying goodbye.

"Let's go."

His Turkish is passable at best but he gets by well enough. The rest of the restoration team were up and coming names mixed with pioneers in the field and despite the lingering heart ache, Booker finds himself pleasantly settled and happy with the work he gets to do. Everyone seems to be equally as excited as he is to be working on their employer's personal collection of paintings and sculptures, in addition to the rare books that Booker has never seen outside of museums and archives.

It's good work and it keeps him busy. It stops him from thinking about Joe too much.

Booker had found thirteen missed calls and twenty texts and ten voicemails when he lands. He hesitates only for a moment before deleting everything that wasn't from Copley or his work.

As if sensing he was being summoned by thought, his phone rings as he basks in the afternoon sunshine whilst reading a book on his off day, Copley's name flashes on his screen.

"You still alive, then?"

"Alive and kicking," Copley says over the line with a laugh. "I swear, Joe is going to eviscerate me one of these days."

Booker shakes his head, marking his page and setting his book aside. The sunlight feels good on his skin and he takes a deep lungful of air. "He won't. He's way too nice."

"You didn't see him glare when I packed the last of your things into the boxes. They're shipped, by the way. Should reach you in a week tops."

"Thanks. I owe you big time."

"Oh, you owe me more than big time. When I come over to visit, I want you pulling out all the stops for me. I want the five star experience, Mr Booker. No expense spared," Copley chuckles.

"Alright, alright," Booker laughs. "I'm sure I can rustle something up. Just let me know when, alright?"

Copley hums and they fall into a comfortable pause. "How are you? Really. Don't lie."

He tightens his grip on his phone, swallowing tightly. "I miss him every day but that's not new. I think I'll keep missing him for a while yet."

"That's normal. I'm not surprised. I think he misses you too, you know?"

"He has Nicky now. He doesn't need me. I'm... I'm just his best friend with a stupid crush that had made plans to spend the rest of my life with him. I don't fit in it any more and he deserves more than I could ever give him," He swallow tightly, licking his lips. "Copley, he'll be okay."

"But will you?"

Booker doesn't have an answer to that. When his things arrive a week and a half later, he accepts it and begins to unpack his books. He's grateful to have his familiar favourites and is eager to fill his shelves when he spots the edges of an envelope peeking out of a battered copy of Neruda. It was a letter and it was addressed to him, though the handwriting is unfamiliar to him.

Dear Sebastien, it starts and this clues him in that this person isn't someone who knows him well. No one outside of his employers and colleagues call him Sebastien.

I hope you don't mind. I'll be slipping this along with the books. I really do hope it finds you well. I don't have your number and judging by the way Joe seems to not receive a reply from you, you might have changed it. I would ask it from Copley but I do not know him well enough and you deserve someone you can speak to without any awkwardness. I write this letter because I want to know you better. It occurred to me that we have never exchanged more than a handful of words whenever we meet and it was always about Joe. I found myself curious about you even if it feels like I know you from all that Joe talks about you. He still talks about you. Even if it is in confusion as to why you left us. I don't write to judge you. I just want to be your friend. If you are amenable, please send your reply to me care of the address on the back of this paper. I hope that you do. I won't tell Joe if you don't want me to.

Sincerely, Nicky.

Booker flips the paper and sees that it's for the church he'd half-remembered being the one that Joe had mentioned off-handedly once. He rereads the words, thrown by the whole thing. He tucks it into his pocket, pushing it to the back of his mind as he focuses on unpacking his life. But the shape of it digs against his skin and he cannot help unfolding it every few minutes to read it all over again.

Each word was carefully pressed and written with intent. He finds his thumb brushing over the looping Joe, but it is the careful He still talks about you that decides things for him.

Scratching his chest absently, he tears out an empty page from his notebook as writes, If we're going to be friends, you'd better call me Booker.

The seasons change and his correspondence with Nicky grows from a weekly letter to every few days, to Booker posting a letter only to receive a reply for the one he sent two days ago when he arrives back in his flat. Booker takes to sending a box of baklava over an overnight service and Nicky sends him a handwritten recipe for his Nonna's tomato soup when Booker off-handedly mentions a sniffle.

Eventually it gets easier to talk about Joe and Booker tells Nicky on what he likes and what he doesn't, how to best care for him; he's allergic to a certain brand of detergent, he always forgets his scarf in the depths of winter so always stuff one in his coat pocket, he loves it when you caress his hair, he doesn't support any team in football but he loves watching a game and he always chooses the team that starts on the right side of the pitch, ask his mother for her recipe for lamb stew and make that for him when he's having a busy week.

Nicky never seems to be bothered by him telling him all these things and in turn, Booker learns that Nicky cannot function before his first cup of coffee, that he misses the quiet of his life in the seminary but he is glad he can do more as he is, that he has a few kids that he works with that he is hoping will get into gifted programmes that can help them excel in academia, that if he hadn't done the almost priest route, he would have been a doctor or a medic.

It was ridiculously effortless to be friends with Nicky and he finds himself actually looking forward to his letters and random bits and bobs in the mail. Sometimes Nicky sends Booker Joe’s sketches and he keeps them up on his bedside, keeping them in sight as he falls asleep at night. Other times there’s a picture or two, taken by Nicky, of Joe. Joe on the corner of the sofa, curled up and dozing, Joe eyes crinkling as he laughs at something. Joe with those ridiculous sunglasses they bought on a whim over a very wet Welsh afternoon.

As the first chill of the season sets in, Booker asks about Joe.

He's fine. Missing you. We're heading to his family's beach house. He said you both used to go together?

Booker finds that he can smile a little easier when the memories come or when it is brought up that Joe misses him. It still tastes a little bittersweet but he can be happy about how he had the chance to experience these things with Joe. Even if he hadn't been the one to keep having them.

Yes. He writes, But you both can do this together now. Make sure you pack extra blankets for yourself. I'm sure you know that he hogs them.

Nicky replies with a box of Marks and Spencer Welsh Cakes which Booker thanks with an assortment of Turkish Delights.

Their correspondence slows as the weather cools further. Copley, when he tells him about what’s happening over Skype, merely asks him if it i a good idea to be even putting himself in the same sphere as Joe and Nicky when he had moved across the continent just to get away from the heartbreak.

“I don’t see how it couldn’t be,” Booker says over the sizzling of the butter as he makes the cheese toasties that Joe used to love for breakfasts. He scratches at his chest, eyes watching the way the cheese oozes off its side.

“Mate, I don’t think you’re far removed enough to actually know how catastrophic this could be.”

“O ye, of little faith,” Booker huffs, flipping the toastie. “At some point I would like to be able to exist in the same city as him without melting into a puddle of heartbreak. If being friends with his soulmate helps get me there, I’m all for it.”

“You are a masochist, Mr Booker.”

Booker laughs even as he burns his finger on the pan.

He works harder than ever, learning and improving his own techniques under the tutelage of his colleagues and can appreciate the opportunity. There's already talks of him going to New York after the New Year's to accompany some of the artifacts that are being lent out for display. Booker is climbing the stairs up to his building, head down, free hand rubbing at his chest and reading through the latest methods of restoration on his phone when he bumps into a person rushing down.

“Oh, sorry--”

“Booker.”

Joe’s eyes are big and wide when their gazes meet. Booker blinks, breathes in deep before looking behind him to see Nicky watching them from his landing, exhaling shakily as he whispers, deep and with feeling, “What the fuck are you guys doing here?”

Nicky nurses his cup of tea from his lean against the window and deftly avoids the inquiring glare Booker keeps sending his way from the safety of the kitchen. Joe, on the other hand, is carefully prowling the space of his studio flat he has made home, obviously cataloguing the way his books sit on the shelf and the way he has kept the space marginally clean-ish, how there are pictures and sketches tacked to the wall behind the dining table, the clear signs of a life he has built here.

“Let me get this straight, you picked up Nicky’s mail from the church, saw my handwriting, and decided to come all the way to Turkey. Just to see me,” Booker says, gesturing at their backpacks leaning against his door. “Again, let me ask, why?”

“Why?” Joe laughs, throat clicking when the sound comes out rough and raw. “You ask me why I would fly out to Turkey in the middle of the holiday season just to see my best friend who left me without telling me he got a job in Turkey and was going to leave without even so much as a goodbye, and you are asking me why I would come all the way out here just to chase you down? Are you perhaps short of a marble!”

“And what was I supposed to do! Linger around you when I was dying every single time I looked at you and knew I wasn’t your soulmate? We were going to spend our lives together, Joe! I loved you!”

Booker slaps his hand over his mouth and turns away, focusing on his breathing. “You love me?” Joe says softly in the stillness of the flat.

“I did. I do and I’m sorry,” He sighs, feeling his chest shake with his trembling breath. He presses the heel of his hand to his sternum. “I do. And it’s okay, Joe. I know you don’t love me in that way. It’s okay. I just need some time away to figure out how to love you like you need me to.”

“And what do you know about what I need from you?”

Booker feels Joe come close and allows himself to be turned around to be face to face with him. “Do you know I love you too?”

“Yeah,” He chuckles wetly, rubbing his nose with the back a hand. “I’m your best friend.”

Nicky choose this moment to speak. “Booker, look at him and listen. It’s what I’ve been trying to tell you in our letters. “

There’s an insistence in Nicky’s gaze that galvanises Booker to turn to Joe and meet his eyes head on. “I love you, Book. I always did. I still do. Even after the bullshit you’ve put me through.”

“But Nicky--” “Nicky’s my soulmate and I love him too.” Joe smiles, eyes gone liquor soft when Nicky returns his fond look. “But I’ve loved you for the longest time, Book. I still want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

The itch on his chest starts to burn.

“And you’re alright with this?” Booker breathlessly asks Nicky, taking a step back. “This- This whole Love, Actually thing is a situation you’re okay with?”

“Yes,” Nicky says, standing to cross the distance between them. Joe reaches for him then, tenderly touching him by the elbow while Nicky slides a hand to his cheeks and Booker feels immediately overwhelmed. He parts his mouth to speak when he doubles over dropping to his knees when the fire spreading over the skin on his chest sends him to his knees gasping for air.

Joe keeps a hold on him while Nicky looks him over with clear worry. “Fuck!” Booker groans, trying to arch away. Clawing at his shirt, he tears at it until the buttons plink on the floor as they fall. For a moment, he does not register the dark lines that spread over his sternum. Running shaking fingers over his raw skin, Booker barely holds back the awed gasp at the scimitar and longsword twined together with thorns and roses.

“Well,” Nicky laughs softly, cupping him by the side of the head, sweeping him into a gentle kiss. In that second that their lips touch, Booker feels his heartbeat skip a notch. “I guess this answers things, doesn’t it?”

-- Epilogue --

“That’s the last of the boxes.”

Joe kicks the door shut behind him, dropping the bags in his hands to the floor, ignoring the evil eye sent his way by Nicky who had warned them against scuffing up the hardwood floors. Booker throws himself onto the sofa with a sigh and Joe, grinning like a maniac, does a running start before launching himself onto Booker.

“Oof!” And then after a beat and a wiggle. “Joe, you’re suffocating me and I can feel your dick against my ass.”

They’ve finally moved into their first home together. It had taken a bit more effort after Turkey to keep their fledgling relationship going but all’s well, ends well and Booker is back with them after finishing up his contract with glowing recommendations and growing his contact list. Joe was ridiculously proud and he knows Nicky feels the same too.

They’ll need to work hard over the next two days to spruce the place up in time for their housewarming. Their friends and families will be here and Joe cannot wait to show off his loves. Wrapping his arms around Nicky and pulling him along back to the sofa where Booker is, he basks in the happy warmth of feeling whole with his heart in one piece.

#joe x booker x nicky #booker x joe x nicky #joe x nicky x booker #the old guard fic #gab writes stuff #please dear god give me wisdom to never do this again #this was too long and i am FUCKING EXHAUSTED #I am going to bed

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ourmiraclealigner · 4 years ago

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Unrequited Love

Richard Winters x Reader

Gif not mine! Credit to owner.

disclaimer: writings are only based off of the actors portrayal in the television series. this is not meant to disrespect the real hero’s of the war.

synopsis: reader starts to develop feelings with her superior after they start to get close.

request: @weirdbiwitch Hi! I love your writing and I was wondering if you could please do some Dick Winters X Reader Angst? Thank you so much!

warnings: rejection

word count: 1.5k

Prompt: #33 “Maybe in another world”

taglist: @floydtab @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @peggycarter46 @mavysnavy @ivy-miranda-2390 @love-studying58 @ya-yeeteth @rarmiitage @punkgeekchic @joesliebgott

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(Y/N) (Y/L/N) had rightfully earned her spot in the Airborne. She worked just as hard as the men, she deserved to be treated like everyone else. But Sobel had it out for her.

He had made sure everyone knew his opinion on women in the Airborne; there was no place for them. He pushed (Y/N) harder than anyone else, he wanted her out. Her friends had tried to help, but to no avail. Sobel wouldn’t stop.

One afternoon, after a long morning of PT, Easy sat in the dining hall, eating the bland chicken and rice as fast as they could. (Y/N) sat with Perconte and Luz, too tired to speak. They had been woken up at 5 a.m to run Currahee and she had had enough, she was exhausted.

The doors of the hall slammed open, Sobel stomping in making the whole room fall silent as his whistle cut sharply through the air.

“Private (Y/L/N)!” He screamed, his voice hoarse from all of the screaming he had done earlier that morning. She quickly stood up, dropping her fork as she stood at attention. “You are running up Currahee.” Her face became blank, not wanting to give Sobel the satisfaction of seeing her upset. “3 miles up, 3 miles down” He continued, glancing back at Winters, wanting him to feel that this was, in some way, his fault.

Richard Winters detested how Sobel treated the company. He was mentally and physically exhausted, and it hurt him knowing that the young men he had started to become close with were feeling the same way. His jaw clenched as he put down his fork, Nixon taking a sip of water from the cup. His eyebrows raised as he saw Dick’s reaction.

“Dick” He advised softly. “Don’t do anything” But Richard couldn’t sit by and watch anymore.

“Move! Move!” Sobel screamed as (Y/N) quickly moved out of the dining hall and into the barracks so she could change.

“Throw this away when you’re done” Richard instructed Nixon as he stood, catching Sobel’s attention. Before Sobel could say anything, Richard was out of the room and running to the barracks to change.

Both of them wasted no time, they wanted to get this over with. (Y/N) slipped the thin white shirt over her head and was off, her feet slamming against the dirt of the trail that led up to the hill. She was out of breath quickly, her body not having enough energy for the vigorous punishments she had to endure.

“Don’t think about it” Richard’s voice cut through the thick late afternoon air. She hadn’t even heard him approaching.“Think about home or school” His words were breathy as they ran up the hill side by side at a decent pace. “The more you think about how much you hate this, the worse it is.”

(Y/N) was silent. He was right, but she had nothing to say. She was tired of the disrespect from the enlisted men and Sobel’s constant harassment. If she was a man, she would have to deal with none of this.

And so (Y/N) and Dick quickly ran Currahee together in silence, each of them lost in thought.

Dick continued to do the things Sobel forced (Y/N) to do, trying his best to make sure she knew she was cared for and respected. He had been on the receiving end of Sobel’s punishments before and the thought of someone having to go through it alone made him sick. So every night march, random calisthenics, and Currahee, he was next to her.

They started to become closer, revealing small bits of their lives before the war to each other. (Y/N) told Dick about the books she liked, why she joined, her friends and family, and what she planned on doing when she got out. Dick said much of the same, interested in the young girl's life.

But (Y/N) couldn’t help the feelings that started to bubble inside of her wherever her superior was around her. She felt her heart beat faster with every glance that was thrown her way, a light blush always finding its way onto her soft skin whenever he remembered something she had told him. He was handsome, smart, caring, and a good man. To her, he was perfect.

She kept her thoughts to herself though. War, especially bootcamp, was no place for love. She was Dick’s subordinate and he was very professional and practical. He wouldn’t lose his rank for a quick fling.

On one late night march, she couldn’t keep her feelings to herself any longer.

Her fingers taped against her thigh as they walked side by side, his voice quiet, afraid to talk any louder incase Sobel appeared out of nowhere. He droned on about the letter he received earlier that day from his sister, his breath creating a white cloud in the thick, wet air. (Y/N)’s boots made a soft crunching noise as she walked along the worn down path.

“You still with me?” The question snapped her out of her thoughts, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she nodded. He chuckled, the sound lingering in the air and making the hairs on her arms stand up.

“Yeah, yeah of course” She uttered quickly, not wanting him to think he was boring her when in fact, she could listen to his voice all day. “Just out of it I guess. I’m sorry, I promise I was listening.” She looked at him quickly before looking back to the ground.

Neither of them spoke, the sounds of crickets in the bushes falling onto their ears. After a few minutes, Dick was the one to break the silence.

“You alright?” His eyes flashed towards her, his muscular figure seemingly towering over her in the darkness. “I usually can't get you to stop talking and it feels like pulling teeth trying to get you to say more than five words to me.”

She bit her lip, her bones tingling with anticipation as she felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest. Her mind screamed at her to tell him how she felt, her thoughts consumed with the feeling of his warm lips on hers. She stopped, Dick noticing and stopping a few feet in front of her, his eyes wide as he stared at her.

“(Y/N)?” His tone was urgent, not wanting to get into more trouble with Sobel if he happened to stumble across them and see they were not moving. “We gotta keep walking”

Her body moved but her mind remained frozen with the thought of confessing to him. What if he felt the same? What if he didn’t? She knew he was a good man and wouldn’t look at her any differently if he didn’t share her feelings. He glanced at her a few times, trying to read her emotions.

She took a deep breath, shoving her shaking hands in her pockets as she tried to talk herself out of saying anything. What had gotten into her all of the sudden? “I really like you sir” She blurted out, louder than she had intended. She watched his head snap back to look at her, his cheeks glowing with a light pink.

“I like you too (Y/L/N)” He responded with a chuckle, her heart sinking a bit as he didn’t catch her words in the way she had intended.

“No-I” Her mind raced to find the correct words to say. Suddenly, she wished she had put more thought into her confession. “I really like you.” She decided, looking up to watch his expression. He turned away, a quick look of pity flashing in his eyes as he sighed. A twinge of pain zipped through her chest, wanting nothing more than to run the opposite way from him.

“(Y/N)-” He started softly, his cheeks growing a deeper red. “You’re a great girl” She knew he meant well, he wasn’t trying to hurt her. He wanted to let her down as easily as possible. The last thing he wanted was to be another person who had let her down.

She stopped him before he could continue.

“You don’t have to do that” Her gaze locked on the ground, too embarrassed to look up at him. “You don’t have to explain, I get it” Her hands fell to her sides, defeated.

He nodded, his chest tightening as he caught a glance of the look on her face. He hadn’t had much experience with love and definitely had no experience with rejecting someone.“Maybe in another world” He settled on, hoping she understood that the brink of war was no time for love. She inhaled sharply as her eyes filled with tears. “Maybe a different time.”

She nodded, a hot tear slipping down her cheek as she wondered if things could have been different between them.

They continued the march in silence, this time, not standing so close as the weight of their words fell heavy on them.

#band of brothers #band of brothers imagine #hbo war #band of brothers x reader #richard winters #richard winters x reader #richard winters imagine

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hecate-herself · 5 years ago

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Every single prompt I have written?

I think that this is every prompt that I’ve done so far, as of 28/03/2020

1. “Come to bed with me?”

2. “Do you even still love me?”

3. “I think you’re bleeding…”

4. “Get off my foot!”

“Get your foot out from underneath my foot.”

5. “Shh, it’s okay, you don’t need to cry.”

6. “I can’t sleep.”

7. “Why did you lie to me?”

8. “Don’t move, they hit your head really hard.”

9. “Have a good day.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

10. “Do you want a bedtime story?”

11. “Are you sure that you have enough blankets?”

12. “Get out. I am done with you.”

13. “That looks broken. You need a doctor.”

14. “Oh, you can go to hell.”

“Stop threatening me with a good time.”

15. “[mama/papa]’s got you.”

16. “I need a hug. Please?”

17. “Isn’t it your bedtime?”

“Hypocrite.”

“Come to bed with me then.”

18. “I love you, but please, shut up.”

19. “Don’t touch me.”

20. “I can’t stand the sight of you right now. Get away from me.”

21. “I said that I never wanted to see you again. Why are you here?”

“I just wanted to help!”

22. “Please… I am begging you, just open your eyes. Please. You can’t die.”

23. “I’m not hurt.”

“You are actively bleeding.”

“Oh. So I am.”

24. “Don’t pass out on me now, we’re nearly home.”

25. “Isn’t this illegal?”

“Yes, but technically no.”

26. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“If my thoughts are only worth a penny, I shall keep it to myself.”

27. “Did you just stab me?”

28. “…How on earth did you manage to get up there?”

29. “Put the cookie down, eat your dinner first.”

30. “I think I can feel them kicking!”

31. “Are you asleep?”

“Not anymore.”

32. “What if I don’t get better? What if I am broken?”

33. “That is going to leave a really nasty scar.”

34. “Nothing could go wrong, you said. Well guess what? Everything has gone wrong!”

35. “Quick, I think the baby is coming!”

36. “You made me breakfast in bed? What did you do this time?”

37. “I trusted you.”

38. “I don’t… I don’t feel good.”

39. “Come any closer and I will hit you with this book. I swear to God!”

40. “Where did you put your blankie this time.”

41. “Can you check for monsters under the bed?”

42. “You broke my heart.”

43. “Hey, are you alright?”

“Do I look alright to you?”

44. “That best not be the last of the milk… Oh you bastard.”

45. “One little shoe. Two little shoes. All ready to go out.”

46. “It’s just a bad dream. I’ve got you, it’s okay.”

47. “I wish that I never had met you.”

48. “It’s so cold.”

“You need to hold on a bit longer, you are going to be fine. Just stay awake a little longer.”

49. “Roses are red, violets are blue- ow. Fuck you!”

50. “They have grown so much, it’s hard to believe how little they used to be.”

51. “Have you stolen my shirt?”

52. “Stop lying to me!”

53. “I can’t breathe.”

54. “Okay, start from the beginning, you lost me right after you said that you punched someone.”

“That was the first thing that I said.”

55. “I want another baby.”

56. “I never want you to feel like you are alone.”

57. “You are the worst mistake I have ever made.”

58. “Where am I?”

“Are you day drinking?”

“It’s apple juice, not whiskey.”

59. “Say goodbye to mama and papa, they’ll be back soon.”

60. “Kiss me.”

61. “You loved me!”

“Loved. Past tense.”

62. “Don’t go. Please. I can’t lose you.”

63. “Do you pinky promise?”

“What are you? Five?”

64. “Stomach bug?”

“No, morning sickness.”

65. “I feel safe in your arms.”

66. “Am I just a game to you?”

67. “I’ve got you, you are going to be okay.”

68. “Lunch?”

“It’s half seven. In the evening.”

“Dinner then?”

69. “It could be worse?”

“They got jam everywhere!”

70. “I dreamed about you last night. I woke up happy.”

71. “Stop pretending to care.”

72. “Please tell me that isn’t all your blood.”

73. “What are you reading?”

74. “You really are your [mother/father]’s child.”

75. “I was thinking, you, me, the bottle of wine in the kitchen and sitting in front of the fire. Thoughts?”

“Yes please.”

76. “You hurt me!”

77. “You’re burning up.”

78. “I don’t mean to alarm you, but the spider in the shower is frankly massive.”

79. “So… the baby is fine, I want you to know that first, they are absolutely fine.”

“What did you do?”

80. “Thank you for looking after me.”

“For you I would do anything.”

81. “Wouldn’t you rather be with [him/her/them]?”

82. “I think you need to see a doctor.”

83. “You didn’t see anything.”

“Yes, I did. I saw all of it.”

84. “They won’t stop crying and, in a minute, I think I am going to start crying too.”

85. “Are you wearing a new lip balm? It tastes really good.”

86. “You ripped my heart to pieces. Did it even hurt when you left?”

87. “It’s just a bit of blood. I’m fine.”

88. “I will make dinner if you don’t speak for the rest of the afternoon.”

89. “Stop wiggling! I need to get you changed!”

90. “Do you have a reason to get out of bed today? Let’s just stay here as long as we can.”

91. “Did you ever love me, or was it just an act?”

92. “It’s just a nightmare. I’ve got you.”

93. “Can I adopt the stray cat out in the street?”

“Do you want fleas? Because that is how you get fleas.”

94. “You are perfect, my little [pet name].”

95. “Stop smiling at me like that, I am trying to concentrate.”

96. “I feel like no one could ever love me.”

97. “Take a deep breath.”

“It hurts.”

“I know, but you have to breath.”

98. “Do we have any cookies in? No? I’m making cookies.”

99. “Did you have a bad dream?”

“Uh huh.”

“Come on, get into bed with us, you can sleep in bed with us tonight.”

100. “Can I kiss you?”

101. “Leave me alone. I don’t want to talk to anyone right now.”

102. “You’re going to be okay, just breath. Oh god… is that bone?”

103. “What would you do if I said that I may have burnt the dinner?”

104. “Take a break. I’ll stay up with them, you need some sleep.”

105. “Yes, you look great in my shirt. But I kind of need it back.”

106. “Go ahead, leave, I am not going to stop you.”

107. “That hit hard, are you okay?”

108. “The amount of alcohol I am going to need to forget this is going to kill me.”

109. “How did you get pen that high up the wall?”

110. “I am madly in love with you.”

“Why?”

“I don’t have a clue.”

111. “You’ll come crawling back to me.”

“Never.”

112. “Please breath, please… oh god.”

113. “I may have… mildly panicked?”

“You shot at me!”

114. “Please don’t vomit on me. Please don’t vomit on me. Please don’t… You vomited on me.”

115. “Kiss me. Now.”

116. “Please don’t say that, I don’t think I can take it.”

117. “Did you get shot?”

118. “You drank my coffee? Why must you hurt me in this way?”

119. “How many coffees is that?”

“You try having a toddler who refuses to go to bed.”

120. “May I have this dance?”

121. “Fuck off and fall off a cliff.”

122. “Don’t you dare die on me, you promised me!”

123. “What do you mean you aren’t interested in me, it’s me!”

124. “It’s your bedtime.”

“Can I have a story?”

“I just read you a story.”

“’nother story?”

125. “Hold me, please?”

126. “I’d have stayed, if you had asked me to.”

127. “It hurts.”

“I know, it is going to be okay, I promise.”

“It burns, please… Make it stop.”

128. “Hungry?”

“Depends on if you are cooking or we are going out.”

129. “I just put them down for a nap. We probably have an hour of peace.”

130. “Did you make me breakfast in bed? I think that I love you.”

131. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t have a choice.”

“There’s always a choice!”

132. “Your nose is bleeding.”

133. “No, I am not playing spin the bottle with you.”

“But it will be fun!”

“There are only two people here!”

134. “Fuck.”

“Fuck!”

“No. Don’t repeat that. It’s a naughty word.”

“Fuck.”

135. “Happy birthday!”

136. “After everything you put me through, you come here and ask for my help? How dare you!”

137. “Hey, you passed out, stay laying down for a bit longer.”

138. “Did you just get dragged through a bush, or are you always this messy?”

“I couldn’t find a comb.”

139. “If the kid can nap, am I allowed to as well?”

140. “Look up. Mistletoe.”

141. “Bite me.”

142. “How did I get here?”

“I had to carry you. You hit your head really hard.”

143. “How do you feel about killing spiders?”

“Where is it?”

144. “When mummy and daddy love each other very much…”

145. “Don’t you just look absolutely stunning?”

“You are biased.”

“I am your partner, I am allowed to be.”

146. “I hate you so much.”

“I know. I deserve it.”

147. “I’m calling the doctor.”

“I am fine.”

“You really aren’t.”

148. “Why are you on the floor? Did you fall?”

“Would you believe me if I said no?”

149. “Can you tidy your toys away please? Preferably before I break my neck tripping over a stuffed turtle.”

150. “Did you sleep last night? At all?”

“God no, what do you take me for?”

151. “Get out!”

“Please let me explain.”

“Out!”

152. “it could be worse.”

“You aren’t the one bleeding.”

“Look, you are still alive. Stop whining.”

153. “Pass me that would you- no, no the other one. On your left. No… your other left.”

154. “Hush little baby don’t say a word, mummy has a headache and your crying hurts.”

155. “You and me, together. We’re unbeatable. We can go against all odds and come out on top.”

156. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Well-“

“That was rhetorical.”

157. “Are you bleeding?”

“We don’t have time to deal with it. I’ll be fine.”

158. “Is this heaven?”

“Well, judging by your presence here, hell.”

“Oh. So I am dead?”

159. “Is it wrong for me to wish that they never grow up and I can keep my baby forever?”

“I kind of want that too.”

160. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I am just… speechless. You look beautiful.”

161. “Don’t touch me!”

162. “Walk it off.”

“I don’t know if I can walk.”

163. “Alright, which one of you idiots left your shoes out for me to trip over again?”

164. “Open wide. Come on, eat your dinner!”

“It probably tastes awful.”

“It doesn’t- okay. No, it is pretty bad.”

165. “I’ve had nightmares. That was like a living hell.”

166. “Did you sleep well?”

“Only because you were with me.”

167. “Love me!”

“I love you. Now shut up and go to sleep.”

168. “Don’t move. The spider is on your shoulder.”

169. “How many stitches?”

“Eight. But I think I just ripped two of them out.”

170. “Can I sleep in here? I don’t like the storm.”

“Scared of a little thunder?”

171. “You’re dripping blood everywhere.”

“Sorry, is there a place you’d prefer I stand and bleed?”

“The bathroom. It’s easier to clean up.”

172. “Let’s play a game.”

“Oh no, you are a cheat. I’m not playing against you.”

173. “Bite me.”

“Have you ever said that and been bitten?”

“More times than I’d like to admit.”

174. “Pour us a drink would you? It’s been a long day.”

“Whiskey, brandy, wine or water?”

“If you pour me a glass of water I may actually leave you.”

175. “Get out the shower! You’ve been in there for hours!”

176. “I’ll get the first aid kit.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re a liar. Sit down and let me patch you up.”

177. “Mama.”

“Did they just… Was that their first word?

178. "I’m going to the shops. Needs anything?”

“A will to live. And coffee.”

“A will to live sounds expensive. I’ve got a tenner.”

“Coffee and chocolate then. Close enough.”

179. “Shit it’s on fire.”

“What did you do?!”

180. “How’s the baby doing?”

“They won’t stop crawling underneath the bed.”

181. “How do you feel?”

“Like I’ve been stabbed.”

“Have… Have you been stabbed?”

“A little bit.”

182. “Why are you in a tree?”

“Why aren’t you in a tree?”

“Are you stuck?”

183. “Let’s get a pet.”

“There’s a spider in the kitchen. That’ll do.”

184. “What time is it?”

“Way too early.”

185. “Bed time.”

“I’m an adult.”

“An adult who has been up for nearly thirty six hours, go to bed. Before I drag you up there myself.”

186. “Did you have a good dream?”

“Yeah, you were there.”

187. “What did you do this time?”

“What makes you think I did something?”

“The black eye is a bit of a give away.”

188. “I’m begging you. Please. Please. Just wake up. I need you to wake up. I can’t be without you. Wake up, please.”

189. “What did you do to [her/him]? Tell me!”

190. “I’m actually going to smack you in a minute.”

“Go for it.”

191. “What are you doing?”

“Wasting time.”

192. “You’re bleeding.”

“I know.”

193. “This is going to really hurt.”

“I know, just do it.”

194. “Let’s just get really drunk.”

“Bad day?”

“Bad doesn’t cover it. We have wine in, right?”

195. “Tuck me into bed?”

“You are an adult.”

“So?”

196. “Kiss me, please?”

“Nah.”

“Fine, I will kiss someone else.”

“No, don’t do that!”

197. “Come to bed. I sleep better with you there.”

198. “It would be better if you just forgot me.”

199. “I don’t want to talk about it, just leave me alone.”

200. “I love you.”

“But I don’t love you.”

201. “Where did you get that scar from?

202. “Hold still, I think it’s broken, I can set it, but this will really hurt.”

203. “I haven’t slept in days. The nightmares won’t stop.”

204. “Wake up, I think someone else is here.”

205. “One drink, two drink, three drink, floor!”

206. “How is the hangover?”

“You can great straight to hell, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred pounds.”

207. “I love mummy.”

“What about me?”

“Just mummy.”

208. “Your brat keeps kicking me in the kidney.”

“How come you say they’re mine whenever they are doing that?”

209. “First day of school, are we excited?”

“No.”

210. “Stay in bed a little longer. It is warm here.”

“Alright, five more minutes, then I have to get up.”

211. “I want to hate you, I really do. You repulse me. So why can’t I stay away from you?”

212. “Does it hurt here?”

“Everywhere hurts.”

213. “Are you cheating?”

“What makes you think that?”

“Because you cannot have three aces when I have two.”

214. “They’re asleep. We finally have some time to… and you are already asleep.”

215. “How do you always look so kissable?”

216. “How could you do it? To me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t think sorry is going to fix this.”

217. “Oh god I think I am going to throw up.”

218. “Cup of coffee?”

“God?”

“I… I don’t think I am.”

219. “Is… Is it mine?”

“Bastard, of course it’s yours!”

220. “I just want to steal you away to somewhere private and have my wa- oh! I didn’t see you there.”

“I gathered.”

221. “I wish that I had never loved you.”

222. “I can’t stop the bleeding. Please, I need help.”

223. “Ow shit!”

“Language.”

“Ow Merde!”

224. “I go away for six months and I come home, and you have a baby.”

225. “Will you be my Valentine?”

226. “I got you a gift.”

“Why?”

“It’s Valentines day today?”

227. “A candlelit dinner?”

“Anything for you my dear.”

228. “Why are there roses all over the bed?”

“Valentines day?”

“You can tidy that mess up.”

229. “I made dinner reservations.”

“So did I. Surprise?”

230. “Supri- oh shit you’re not [insert character name].”

“Oh god! What the hell? Where are your clothes?”

231. “There are flowers on the doorstep.”

“Who from?”

“I think that you have a secret admirer.”

232. “I guess that you could say that I am a hopeless romantic.”

“I would have just stopped at hopeless.”

233. “I love you.”

“I know. No, I’m just joking! I love you too!”

234. “Happy Valentines day.”

“I didn’t think we would do anything for it.”

“I changed my mind, I wanted to treat you.”

235. “You. Me. Quarantined for two weeks. Anything could happen.”

“Yeah. I may kill you. Or we may both get sick.”

236. “You know, in thirteen years, we could get a quaranteen out of this.”

“I think that I would rather just get sick. Thanks though.”

237. “You have quite a high temperature.”

“Do… Does that mean you think I’m hot?”

“And you are clearly delirious.”

238. “You are coughing an awful lot, you really should be in bed.”

239. “We should do what they did in Edinburgh.”

“Which was?”

“Anyone who was sick got bricked into their homes and left to die.”

“Oh… No, we aren’t doing that.”

240. “We are running out of milk.”

“God, I hate black coffee.”

“Maybe someone shouldn’t have got sick then?”

241. “Is this necessary?”

“You sneezed. You get locked away.”

242. “If you cough on me, I will end you.”

243. “If this kills us, I am glad that I got to spend my last few days with you.”

“It’s a bloody cold.”

244. “I wonder what the world will be like when we can go outside again.”

“It’s two weeks, not two decades.”

245. “I made you some tea.”

“Thank you.”

“But I am not coming into your room, I’ll leave it out here.”

246. “I made you some soup. Open your mouth, I just want to check your temperature first.”

247. “I just want… chocolate.”

“We have three days left. Then you can eat so much chocolate that you are sick.”

“That is the plan.”

248. “I have nothing to read.”

“What about those books on your bedside table?”

“I’ve been inside for ten days. I’ve finished them.”

249. “I can’t believe that I want to be exercising right now. Anything that isn’t these same four walls for another week.”

250. “I am so bored. I would do anything right now.”

“Anything?”

“Anything but you.”

251. “How many rounds of snap have we played?”

“Um… Thirty-six. It’s not my fault you’re bad at any other card game.”

252. “How long will we be inside for?”

“Fourteen days.”

“This isn’t enough coffee.”

253. “I swear there is mistletoe everywhere.”

254. “Close your eyes. I want to surprise you.”

“I hate surprises.”

“You’ll like this one.”

255. “Mince pie?”

“Raisons disgust me.”

“I made them myself.”

“I suppose that it couldn’t hurt to try one.”

256. “You are awful with wrapping paper.”

“I nearly gave up and just wrapped myself up instead.”

257. “What are you doing?”

“Tying a ribbon around you.”

“Why?”

“You’re a gift.”

258. “Do you think you can survive Christmas with my parents?”

“Can you?”

“We are going to need a lot of alcohol.”

259. “I think it’s snowing.”

“I think I am not leaving the house today.”

260. “We need hot chocolate, cream and marshmallows.”

261. “We should go ice skating.”

“I don’t know how to skate.”

“That’s fine, I could do with a good laugh.”

262. “You forgot to get them a present, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t realise that we were actually doing anything for Christmas!”

“A fool’s error.”

263. “Do I get a kiss at midnight?”

“Depends.”

“On?”

“If I am still awake. And sober.”

264. “I think that I am on the naughty list.”

“Oh yes, you definitely are.”

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Oneshots masterlist

Loaded like a weapon 🌻💦👏🏻

(John Wick) Being the Sommelier at The Continental was never an easy job, but when John Wick himself arrives at The Armory before his new job, you try your very best to please him with the new weapons.

Sharpen your knife 💦👏🏻

(John Wick; sequel to “Loaded like a weapon”; knife play, dirty talk) Your knowledge of weapons is a huge turn on for John and things gets heated.

In the heat of the morning | In the heat of the morning: Part 2 💦

(John Wick; shower sex, just loads of sex) With his strict morning routine you decide to disturb John’s hot shower and make things even more steamy.

Stop making the eyes at me 🌻💧

(Keanu Reeves) Knowing Keanu for few years made falling in love with him easier. Being afraid of showing your feelings made not a single thing easier.

Spend the evening with me 💦👏🏻

(Keanu Reeves; sequel to “Stop making the eyes at me”; first time) After few months of dating you spend your evening at Keanu’s place. He cooks a lovely dinner for you two and after it you decide that it’s the right moment to take things between you two on another level.

Taxi ride home 💦👌🏻

(John Wick; sex in a taxi) After you wait for him at the airport to pick him up from his flight back home, things turn rather steamy in the taxi as you two are riding to your house.

My baby always threatens to leave 🔪💧

(John Wick) John tends to take too many contracts, he’s away for most of the time. He’s a workaholic, but he fails to admit that. After he’s back home from one of the jobs you threaten to leave him if he doesn’t “take it easy” on the work.

Trouble written in dirt on her knees 💦👌🏻

(John Wick; in which you’re an assassin too) John finds you in some party place in short dress and scraped knees. A false assumption follows.

Wake up in the mood 💦

(Keanu Reeves) You wake up from a naughty dream next to Keanu and he starts to tease you about it.

If you found this is probably too late 💧

(John Wick; sequel to “My baby always threatens to leave”) He crossed the line and you decide to leave him.

Is forever for you? 🌻 💧

(Keanu Reeves) You and Keanu are together for a long time, but due to your non matching schedules you feel like you’re growing apart.

Read a book (or two) 🌻👌🏻

(John Wick) You work in a bookstore and one time a handsome stranger stops by it to look for new read.

It feels good to be alone with you 💦🌻👌🏻

(young!Keanu Reeves) It’s your first time with 90s Keanu.

Hokey Cokey with the opposite sex 💦

(John Wick) After you tell John that you want to have a baby with him, he discovers a new kink he has.

Dirty little secret | Dirty little secret [2] 💦

(John Wick) John found your vibrator while cleaning the house and he’s a bit jealous of it.

Into the Devil’s arms 💦🔥

(Constantine ft. Lucifer) He has a surprised visitor and things turn hot as hell ��

Your boyfriend’s best friend 💦

(Keanu Reeves; Chad Stahelski) You, Keanu and his best friend Chad spend an evening together.

Fine mess 💦

(Constantine ft. Lucifer) You are in a three-way relationship with Constantine and Lucifer.

She does the woods 💦

(John Wick) You spend a small vacation with John in the woods somewhere and you decide to go on a long walk with him.

Gloomy afternoon 🌻👌🏻

(Keanu Reeves) On a rainy afternoon you decide to bother Keanu as he’s memorizing lines for another role.

January blues 💧🌻

(Keanu Reeves) You’re missing Keanu on a cold, snowy January day.

Angel Of Small Death & Temptation 💦🔥

(Constantine) You are the demon Satan sent down on Earth to tempt John and damn his soul straight to Hell.

The ties that bind 💦

(John Wick) John brags how great he is at solving knots, so he challenges you to tie his hands behind his back and blow him, making him cum before he can undo the knot.

The getaway car 💦

(John Wick) John’s to do a huge job and asks you to be his getaway driver. He’s more than surprised when he sees your car handling skills which leads to him demanding you to stop in some dead end alley, so he can show you how grateful he is for your help.

Attention [1] [2] 💦

(John Wick) You meet up with your childhood friend and John gets really jealous about him.

Live TV 🌻

(Keanu Reeves) You and Keanu are both guests on a talk-show. When he gets asked about if he saw any of your movies he confess that in fact he’s a really big fan of yours and he respects you for being true in what are you doing outside of your work.

Come and stay with us 💦❗

(John Wick AU; with Jonathan Pine from “The Night Manager”) Visiting Cairo was never supposed to bring so much fun and excitement as it did. |part of @toomanystoriessolittletime‘s birthday writing challenge|

You take my self control 💦

You are coming back home from a meeting with your friend only to find Santino under the shower.

Forgive my jealousy 💦👌🏻

You’re at the beginning of dating Santino and as he is late for one evening you planned to spent together, you catch the eye of some other Italian, which leads to Santino causing a scene.

Under the quarantine [1] [2] 🔪💦❗

Santino is locked with John in a hotel room that overlooks the stunning Piazza Navona. The Italian man's being an asshole like he always is and Wick gets really angry.

Early mornings 🌻💦

You wake up from a naughty dream that Santino decides to turn into reality.

Claimed 💦

You’re surprised when from your balcony you see Santino having a smoke at the stairway that leads to your house. Turns out he came to you to claim the Marker you gave him few years ago.

Be a good boy 💦

Santino hasn’t slept for few days due to another business he has to finish, but you’re here to submit him into the bed.

First impressions 🌻

You’re meeting Santino’s parents for the first time at a dinner where you’re supposed to make a huge announcement, but instead on focusing on you the D’Antonios scold Santino for being too reckless.

Is this what you wanted? 💦

Santino sees how you sign to Ares that you’ve never had an orgasm and he tells you that he can easily resolve that issue.

Suit it up 💦

You’re Santino’s tailor and one day he visits your store right before the closing time.

Italian anger 🔪💦

You were offered to Santino as a gift from your family that wanted to repair their relationship with the D’Antonios. After you two got married you absolutely loathed him, but one day when you walk into the conference room in the middle of a meeting he does something that changes your opinion on him.

No sweeter innocence 💦❗

(vampire!Santino D’Antonio) Your vampire lover takes a good care of you.

Curiosity becomes a heavy load 💧🌻

(Riccardo Scamarcio) You’re dating Riccardo for some time now and there’s a slight age gap between you two that never was a real issue. Not until you started to read comments about you two online

D R A B B L E S:

Keanu Reeves

[ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 ]

John Wick

[ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 ]

Constantine

[ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 ]

Jonathan Harker

[ 1 | 2 | 3 ]

Johnny Utah

[ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 ]

Neo

[ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 ]

dr Julian Mercer

[ 1 | 2 ]

Jack Traven

[ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 ]

Riccardo Scamarcio

[ 1 ]

Santino D’Antonio

[ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 ]

Hozier

[ 1 | 2 ]

Henry Cavill

[ 1 ]

Captain Syverson

[ 1 ]

August Walker

[ 1 ]

Napoleon Solo

[ 1 | 2 ]

#masterlist #oneshot masterlist #keanu reeves fanfiction #john wick fanfiction #constantine fanfiction #john constantine fanfiction #johnny utah fanfiction #neo fanfiction #jack traven fanfiction #jonathan harker fanfiction #santino d'antonio fanfiction #riccardo scamarcio fanfiction #main:nav

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Red Data Girl: My Wish on the Night of the Shooting Stars (Week 33)

Red Data Girl: My Wish on the Night of the Shooting Stars By Noriko Ogiwara A Translation

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Translation notes

Near the beginning of this week’s installation, Izumiko drives past Kumano Hongu Taisha. This is a famous Shinto shrine.

While driving through Japan’s countryside, it’s not unusual to find rest stops that specialize in local goods and produce. They’re always worth stopping at! You can find great stuff at really reasonable prices.

-10 degrees Celsius is equal to 14 degrees Fahrenheit.

Red Data Girl: My Wish on the Night of the Shooting Stars By Noriko Ogiwara Chapter 4: Mizuho Part 3 (1 of 3)

Izumiko returned to Mt. Tamakura with Yukariko.

It was difficult to say how Yukariko had worked this out with her job. Maybe she was acting as Izumiko’s guard. However, she showed no signs of this as they headed towards Haneda Airport. Instead, she simply acted like a normal parent. Izumiko hadn’t walked together with her mother like this since she had been about four years old.

Miyuki hadn’t changed his plans, choosing to stay in Tokyo with Yukimasa as he had said he would. Still, Izumiko couldn’t have wished for anything better than having the chance to travel with Yukariko. She was grateful for the opportunity to tell her mother everything Mizuho had said. If she hadn’t been able to share what had happened so quickly, the story would have welled up inside of her like pus until it consumed her. As Yukariko was both someone involved in the event and the listener, she was happy to take in every tiny detail. As a result, it was the first time in a long while where a conversation they shared could not be called awkward.

When Izumiko told Yukariko how Mizuho had said she could stop Izumiko’s abilities, Yukariko was clearly shocked.

“She chose to say that in an attempt to trick you. She wanted to persuade you of what she might be capable of because she thought you wouldn’t be able to fight back against her that way. Mizuho wouldn’t have been able to control you long term though. She probably just said it to keep you quiet.”

Izumiko let her head droop, feeling relieved. “I think I’m too easily persuaded into believing what people tell me. I guess I’m just gullible.”

“There are times when people are easily persuaded into things, but that’s not always a bad thing.”

“But I got tricked into thinking that Dad knew about going to Hong Kong. There are bad parts about being easily persuaded too, aren’t there?”

“In the case of Mizuho, Daisei wasn’t connected to what was going on at all. That was guaranteed to trick you. I keep a close eye on everything Daisei does.” As they sat next to each other on the chairs in the gate waiting area, Yukariko smiled. “After all this, being gullible is a problem you will have only had in the past. Going forward, I doubt you’ll be tricked into anything again.”

Izumiko unconsciously wrapped her fingers around her braids. “So, can I change my hairstyle now?”

“Hair is said to be a source of spiritual power,” Yukariko said, somehow sounding like Yukimasa. She took one of her daughter’s braids and examined it. “My biggest wish hasn’t come true just yet. Keep these the way they are for just a little longer. I can’t say your abilities are stable quite yet and—”

Yukariko paused.

Izumiko looked curiously at her mother. “And what?”

“And Miyuki thinks your braids are cute.”

Izumiko pulled back in surprise.

“You’re lying.”

Chuckling, Yukariko said, “Yes, I’m lying. I’m the one who thinks they’re cute.”

There was nothing Izumiko could do about her red face and so she made herself as small as possible instead. Still, it felt unusual to have this sort of discussion with Yukariko. It didn’t feel like they hadn’t talked in a long time. Now that they were getting close again, Izumiko could tell that Yukariko was a playful person, but she had already known that somehow.

Oh right. The goddess…

She agreed with what Miyuki had said. Yukariko was certainly a lot like the goddess.

When Izumiko and Yukariko left Nanki Shirahama Airport in the Kii Peninsula, Shingo Nonomura was there to pick them up in his car. It took more than three hours to drive across the prefecture to Mt. Tamakura, but Izumiko was much happier that he had come all this way for them instead of having them take a helicopter. She was overcome with relief to be back home.

Yukariko seemed happy as well.

“Thank you, Mr. Nonomura. As long as you’re driving, we can stop somewhere on the way so that I can get you something good.”

Seeming pleased, Mr. Nonomura looked over at Yukariko and smiled.

“Sawa’s already making a huge feast.”

“I know that. I was thinking more along the lines of some good local sake for you to take home.”

While she said that, Yukariko ended up buying more than just sake when they stopped. This was a new experience for Izumiko who had never stopped at a roadside local specialty store before. It was also unusual to be entering a store with her mother.

While driving, they passed Kumano Hongu Taisha, a major Shinto shrine, and followed a road north that ran next to the Kumano River for some time. The temperature was always mild in the Kii Peninsula, but it was still negative ten degrees Celsius. While the roads didn’t tend to freeze entirely in December, once January came around, there would be plenty of times when it became impossible to drive all the way up to the top of the mountains.

In the winter, Tamakura Shrine was isolated from the people who lived at the base of the mountain and became a lonely place. Being away after so long, Izumiko savored the cold, clear, crisp smell of the top of the mountain. However, with their arrival, the connection that had formed between mother and daughter quietly lessened a bit. All the people who worked at the shrine had come up for the occasion and now they were surrounded by people.

Takeomi and Sawa came out to greet them, their expressions relaxed. Izumiko had heard plenty of stories about how Yukariko and her father, Takeomi, hadn’t gotten along well, but after Yukariko had entrusted Izumiko to the shrine and had left for Tokyo, Izumiko had barely seen them fight when her mother had come home for her brief visits. This was because during her rare returns, she always went out drinking with him and they were both impressive drinkers.

The evening meal on the night of their return was indeed impressive enough to be called a feast. There was drinking and singing and Izumiko, too, ate to her heart’s content and spent as long as she could with the people who had come to see her and Yukariko. Still, there was a limit to how long she could sit with people who were drinking so much.

Why is Mom so popular with everyone?

No matter how she looked at it, it was plain to see that all the people who worked at the shrine had come so as not to miss an opportunity to be with Yukariko. However, Yukariko, with sake in her cup, was not like any other woman Izumiko knew, and she acted as if she didn’t care at all. To Izumiko, her mother was cruder than she was charming, but it was obvious that people liked her anyway.

I wonder if I’ll ever wish I’m more like Mom…

Thinking that she had a long way to go before she was ever like her mother, Izumiko went up to her room. There was a lot to think about when it came to the connection between the goddess, Yukariko, and her, but she was too tired for that now. The noise from downstairs didn’t bother her as she slipped off into sleep.

~*~

Yukariko’s return home was short. The next morning, she received a work call and a helicopter came to bring her back that afternoon.

“Mom, you really don’t get a lot of time off.”

“Well, there isn’t much time between one incident that requires my attention and the next.”

Izumiko felt disappointed as she sat at the table with her mother as Yukariko ate breakfast. It might have been the late morning, but Yukariko was still wearing the yukata she had slept in. She had already finished Sawa’s miso soup and was now leaning back in her chair as it digested.

“I really wanted to see you off to school myself this time. I know that Mizuho was able to take you because I wasn’t there for you. How could I not know it?” she said, her voice gentle. “So, I need a break. That arrest did not feel good…”

Yukariko usually wore a lot of makeup, but seeing as it hadn’t been long since she had woken up and she hadn’t put any on yet, her skin looked a little plain in the morning light. Izumiko liked this side of her mother more than the one she had seen the night before. Her eyes were downcast and she was calm as she quietly chose her words.

Still, it was clear that she was suffering from a hangover.

“Mom… Are you okay?”

“My head is pounding.”

Yukariko groaned and then made her way carefully to take a bath. Izumiko let out an unconscious sigh. Just like that, she had barely gotten any time to talk with her mother. It was always like this.

However, the Yukariko who came out of the bath had recovered from her hangover surprisingly quickly. Her hair was already dry, and she was dressed and made up perfectly. She invited Izumiko on a walk.

The fog had cleared up early that day, but it was still a winter day and the weather reflected that. Izumiko and her mother walked through the cold under the tall pine trees and the other trees who had all since dropped their fall colored leaves to the ground. In this season where the usual green thickets had disappeared, there were now unusual boulders to be seen around Tamakura Shrine. The two of them walked past many of them as if greeting old friends.

“A sacred stone…” Yukariko said, running a hand across a bare stone face. “The Japanese people of old used to think the gods dropped special stones from the sky. The gods were said to have picked up these stones from incredibly hot places deep down in the earth. You could tell which stones were from the gods by touching them. That’s all because Japan is in a volcanic zone, and volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and hot springs gushing from the earth are all regular occurrences here. That’s what I think at least.”

“In other words, you think the gods are the magma inside the earth?” Izumiko asked her mother in surprise. She’d never heard anyone say that before.

Yukariko gave her daughter a tiny smile.

“In other words, stones are made of minerals. They’re the furthest things from life forms and while we think of them as hard and unmoving, they also make up the core of the earth. Long before there was life on the planet, stones were moving beneath it. Most likely, that’s the earth’s true destiny and organic lifeforms are just a small part of what’s happening here. You know those first organisms that crawled up onto the surface of the earth are distant relatives of everything walking under the sun today. That fact makes me happy. Gods are the true essence of happiness. Most likely, so is the goddess.

Izumiko gazed at the boulder in front of them.

“Happiness. That’s a good thing...”

“Life invites good and evil. But for that very reason, it’s right to appreciate fear. No matter what a living thing does, the gods will bring about a bad outcome. Even so, it’s right to pray for the strength to respect the fear that comes with the outcome.”

The perfectly clear air at the top of the mountain was cold even in the bright sunlight. In the silence of the open space where they stood, Yukariko’s voice sounded flat with nothing to reverberate off of. It sounded smaller than Izumiko had ever heard it before.

“The ancient ascetic monks walked on the mountains they had devoted themselves to, training in their ascetic ways, and knew the stones around them better than anyone else. They would burn sacred sticks to ask for the gods’ blessings.—They worked with fire as well. They also learned how to refine metal. They knew where deposits of metal were and could take gold, silver, and mercury from the ground. At that time in society, people were suspicious of this knowledge and treated the people who had learned these skills like frauds.

“Traces of this lifestyle still live on in today’s ascetic monks. The goddess is capable of the same connection to the past. She can see those ascetic monks in the distant past and learn from their experiences. When the goddess’s true nature is misjudged, the gods’ purity falls victim to human suspicion. Such are the lives of humans. It’s sad, but it happens so easily.”

Not looking at her mother, Izumiko asked quietly, “What should I do? How much should I hate being born into a life like this? How much do you hate it? I’ve been wanting to ask you those things for a long time now.”

Yukariko was quiet for a minute, but then she let out a loud laugh.

“You’re still not looking beyond yourself. For the time being, go out and live a little more. Expand your point of view. When you look further, inside and out, you won’t just find good things. You’ll probably find things you don’t like. Ugly things. But if you don’t let them frighten you, you’ll find things about yourself that you can’t even imagine now. Not discovering those things would be a waste of living your life.”

“Have you discovered those things, Mom? Are you happy with the way you are and with working in public safety?”

“I don’t regret having you. That’s what you want to hear, isn’t it? I’m strong because you make me so.”

Izumiko looked at Yukariko in frustration. Her words felt empty as if she was saying them just to placate her.

“Are you strong enough not to be afraid of the goddess’s future? I’m definitely not strong enough for that.”

Yukariko’s manner changed at the emotion in Izumiko’s voice. When she looked at Izumiko this time, her expression was honest. Her eyes narrowed and she said softly, “If you’re talking about becoming a World Heritage Candidate, you’re right to be apprehensive. During my time with the goddess, I’ve tried to direct all such outcomes in a positive direction. Of course, no one can determine the future and in the end, it all comes down to what you decide. When it comes down to it though, there are the things I was able to do and the things the goddess was able to accomplish for the sake of the future. You know, your going to Houjou Academy is a new development in the goddess’s existence. It’s a place the goddess of the past has never seen before. You’ll be able to find new possibilities going forward.”

“…So, all the people I’ve met at Houjou Academy are new to the goddess too?”

Yukariko crossed her arms and then reached out to take one of her daughter’s braids in her hand. She ran the tip of her finger down it. Until now, the only other person who had made that searching gesture had been the goddess while she had been possessing her. It was so much like what she had done.

“That’s right. Even with those student’s you’ve met at school, your destiny is already slipping away from the futures I’ve experienced. The you in your braids now is a new person. A new me. A new you. We’re unique from anyone else on this planet. But isn’t that to be expected?”

“If I’m a new person, can I change the destruction in the future?” She took a breath and asked, “How can I change it?”

Yukariko smiled but then shook her head slowly.

“Don’t ask me that. You have to look for the new answers yourself. The path to those answers is spread out in front of you. Most likely, my own power will run out before you find them. But I take pride in the part I’ve played. And that feeling is nothing special. Everyone takes hold of their destiny and walks a path towards making what they want a reality.”

The way her mother spoke, Izumiko wondered if she was talking about the goddess. Still, she got the sense that it was okay if she couldn’t distinguish between the two. Her mother, the goddess… all the people in their lineage stretching all the way back had a wish—a wish to give people a better future—and that was what they strove for. For thousands of years, this was all the goddess had wanted for humankind.

Keep reading!

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patatacosmica · 5 years ago

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Drarry Fanfics’ Recommendation (masterpost)

I’ve been postponing this for too long!

And then I were working on it for five days and I though I would die before finishing it! But here it is, finally! *cries*

The organization of this post is a little bit rubbish, but I hope that you enjoy the fanfics if you decide read some :) Also, english isn’t my first language, so I’m very sorry if there’s some grammar mistake or misspelling :___

Enjoy! <3

CANON COMPLIANT

Perfección, by OneMinuteBlack

Harry Potter tenía una vida perfecta: tenía una esposa a la que amaba, tres maravillosos hijos, una familia cálida y numerosa. Era el Jefe del departamento de Seguridad Mágica más joven de la historia y la prensa por fin había dejado de atosigarle. Todo era perfecto. Todo, hasta que su hijo Albus decidió invitar a su mejor amigo a su fiesta de cumpleaños. Entonces descubrió que la vida no era tan perfecta.

31 chapters

Spanish

Explicit

Are you mine?, by gracerene

A trilogy of fics set in an Epilogue-Compliant Harry Potter 'Verse, with various accompanying time-stamps and one-shots. Fics are in chronological order.

Three fanfics + one-shots (91.008 words)

English

Explicit

MY FAV CANON COMPLIANT FIC!! Also, one of the three fanfics it’s a Jeddy fanfic <33

Dating Potters, by GoldenTruth813

Scorpius and Albus have been together for awhile now and decide it's time to have a family dinner and come out to their fathers. What they're not counting on is the fact that they're not the only ones with secrets to share. A story in which innuendos are made, hoodies are worn, secrets are revealed, and Albus hides under the table, though not necessarily in that order.

7.733 words

English

Mature

PERFECTION! I mean, this has Drarry and Jeddy and Scorbus and it’s absolutely perfect. Plus, it’s illustrated! I love this one :__

Freedom to be, by Quicksilvermaid

Harry Potter is the Boy Who Lived.

12 years after the war, he's become the Boy Who Lived For Everyone Else. He has the perfect wife. The perfect house. The perfect job. The perfect friends.

Only nothing feels perfect.

Until one day he stumbles across a club called Release and begins a journey of self-discovery that takes him to a very different place.

19 chapters (169.540 words)

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OMG THIS FANFIC!! Mix Drarry + BDSM + poweful!Harry and you’ll have my heart forever and always <3

Fate has different plans, by MarchnoGirl

Harry drew in a breath.

The man must have felt him, because he spun his head towards him, leaving Harry completely speechless. He was wearing a white mask, covered in plumages and diamonds around the eye holes. The diamonds were almost too shiny in the darkness of the room and made the man’s eyes pop out more evidently: they looked like liquid silver. Or, where some casual anal fingering changes Harry’s destiny.

3 chapters (24.336 words)

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Why have this boys to insist in being so angsty? I don't wanna suffer (well, maybe I do)

Play dates, by bixgirl1

Harry never thought seeing Malfoy as a dad would affect him this way.

7.722 words

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Draco and Harry being dads is so sweet :___ Also, good old praise kink *wink*

Predictable little curses, by brightowl

Two single fathers. One rather inconvenient bonding spell.

14.481 words

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In this post you’re going to discover that I’m a sucker for bonding fanfic

What you left, by MalenkayaCherepakha

Dear Mr. Malfoy, the letter began.

May I begin by extending my deepest condolences on the death of Mr. Potter. It is a great loss for all of wizardkind, and an even greater one for those who knew him personally.

I am writing to you today to inform you that Mr. Potter left you a bequest in his will; the key to Vault 467 at Gringotts. I do not know what the vault contains.

The key is currently in my possession, but if you would like to retrieve it, please do visit my offices at your earliest convenience.

My deepest sympathies once again,

Yours sincerely,

Mr. Alexander Stewart

Draco didn’t understand. Why would Harry leave him the key to his vault?

3983 words

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Mature

Don’t read this fucking fanfic. It’s going to break your heart. This is the most angsty thing I’ve ever read, I swear.

HOGWARTS EIGHTH YEAR

Tug-o-want, by dysonrules

Harry is back at Hogwarts minding his own business when he finds himself magically drawn to Draco Malfoy. Over and over again.

16.664 words

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Mature

Not exactly a bond fic, but... more or less.

Dreaming of Harry, by Writcraft

The first night Draco Malfoy dreams of Harry Potter, everything changes.

11.377 words

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Draco is so soft, I need to hug him :___

Hey, Potter, by SunseticMonster

Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome.

16.024 words

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Mature

This is so funny, they’re so idiots... But the thing with the ghosts :(((

Candy, by bixgirl1

It was only after careful consideration that Draco came to the wildly preposterous conclusion that he and Potter were actually friends.

Sweet fic. May cause cavities.

5.858 words

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Mature

THIS IS SO FLUFFY ASLKJALKSJD I love oblivious Draco :’)

It’s joggers season (or so the muggles say), by carpemermaid

Everything about Draco’s life since May has been one bloody long exercise in subverting everything he’s known, that’s expected of him, in an effort to get as far away from the mistakes he’s made—the wrong choices he was forced into. He’s returned to Hogwarts to take his N.E.W.T.s and everything is different—namely, Harry Potter strutting around in clingy joggers that Draco can’t get off his mind.

10160 words

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Kiss, by heyitsamorette

Harry and Draco are forced to kiss over and over again, because that’s just what happens to two arch-enemies around Christmas.

6 chapters (15.344 words)

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This is very cute :__

You cannot save people, you can only love them, by heyitsamorette

Upon returning for Eighth Year, there are so many strange things going on with Malfoy, Harry doesn’t know where to start. He won’t talk to Harry, but he’s talking to ghosts. He won’t apologize for his past, but the Black Family tapestry has crossed him off its tree. And the worst of it all, he still has that infuriating, snotty mouth on him that gets Harry’s dick hard as a rock drives Harry insane.

9 chapters (51.732 words)

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Let it burn in hell, by ImmortalAcorn

Pansy is a cow. It’s unbearable. This whole year will be horrible, I can already tell.

Draco hates the stupid diary and he will not be caught dead writing in it.

Not complete! 126/151 chapters (33.593 words)

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I love this one ‘cause it’s written like a diary and I think that isn’t common (?)

before & after, by endoftheline7

Loving Harry James Potter was this: soft, extended longing, stretching out forever in his heart, only faltered by the knowledge that having Harry Potter's love would be entirely different. It would be bright and coarse and real. It would be that brash Gryffindor nerve translated into feeling, and Harry's hands would be rough when they cupped Draco's face and his lips would be bitten raw and chapped with cold and perfect, perfect, perfect.

It would be. If he had it.

2 chapters (23.942 words)

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MY POOR HEART! MY POOR BABY DRACO!! The first chapter hurts so, so much... But the second *^*

Dragon’s Hide, by featherflairs

“Finally got me on my knees, eh Potter?” Draco smirked up at him, scandalously close to flirting as he placed Potter’s foot on the scale.

“Could you please carry on?” Harry coughed, awkward when faced with his brashness.

Draco gave a dry smile, writing down his measurements and reaching for Potter's other foot.

“You should consider yourself lucky. I’m usually quite picky with who I service.”

14 chapters (61.156 words)

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Draco’s working as a Quidditch boots’ maker and living in Hogsmeade. Harry is in Hogwarts for the 8th Year. And then the drarry happens :D

The Nightmare Club, by Elle Gray

Hermione and Ron are going back to Hogwarts to do N.E.W.T.s, Ginny isn't. Harry hasn't decided, until he has, in front of the Wizengamot and now he's responsible for Malfoy as well. A tale of enemies who learn to get along, get it wrong and get it on. Everything is purple, some things are on fire and no-one is sleeping properly. But don't worry, there's tea!

16 chapters (85.073 words)

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Harmonised Consciousness, by Talizora

"Potter's spell is still active, but I can shield my thoughts from him. I've been stirring him up all afternoon! It's hysterical!"

Blaise gasped, "It's still active! But it's… Dinner time!"

"Yes, so?"

"S-so? That spell is supposed to cancel itself after an hour! It's been, almost four hours!"

Draco shrugged, "I'm not worried. It's probably due to Potters magic. I'm sure it'll time-out eventually."

Blaise frowned, "Draco I don't think this is a good idea. Maybe you should end the spell?"

"No way! Blaise! I can hear everything! Before, in Runes, Potter was ranting about how he wanted to kill Weasel and Trelawney! He's all over the place! I had no idea he had such homicidal tendencies!" Draco giggled.

One of Blaise's eyebrows rose, "…Draco? Did you just giggle?"

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

3 chapters (24.318 words)

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BOOOOOONDIIIIIING *^*

Something I don’t want to stop, by lq_traintracks

It's Harry and Draco's eighth year, the Houses have been all but demolished in favor of unity, and they're being forced to room together. How ever will they cope?

16.228 words

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AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

Love comes tumbling, by taradiane

'Harry's thoughts were of how much he would have done differently with Malfoy over the years, and of Dumbledore's final words to the other boy . . . "It is my mercy, and not yours, that matters now." Maybe, Harry wondered, he could find some mercy, too, and give Malfoy the second chance that Dumbledore had believed him worthy of.'

22.221 words

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(Un)Calculated Risk, by loveglowsinthedark

He thought about the way Harry looked at him, smiled at him; about the way Draco’s head was nearly always full of him, all day every day, and about the way Draco sometimes deliberately went to bed still smelling of him, refusing to acknowledge what it meant – because he already fucking knew what it meant. What all of it meant.

And then Draco decided, fuck it, he was going to risk it. They were going to risk it together, Harry and Draco.

6.917 words

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So sooooft :___ And so smutty *smirks*

Slip into my lover’s hands, by lq_traintracks

Draco licks his lips. He shuts his eyes, because he doesn't think he can look at Potter when he says it. When he asks for it. "One finger?"

5.933 words

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Good old smut~ I found this fic thanks to this fantastic fanart <3

In evidence of Magical Theory, by bixgirl1

When a hex meant for Draco accidentally catches Harry as well, they're forced to learn to understand each other in ways they previously might have thought impossible.

In which Harry and Draco can't fight, so they fall in love instead.

7 chapters (43.747 words)

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ACCIDENTAL BONDING LAKSAJLJKDLSJD

The ties that bind us, by Faith Wood

An accident leaves Draco and Harry bound tightly together. Literally.

27.890 words

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It’s not exactly a bond fic, but it’s very funny!

The standard you walk past, by bafflingaze

On returning to Hogwarts for their Eighth Year, Headmistress McGonagall decided to room Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter together. She may have hoped for a leading example of house unity; the other students fully expected insults and fights. But nothing happened.

That was, until Harry sleepwalked into Draco’s bed.

14 chapters (46.202 words)

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THE CUTENESS!!! OH MY GOD THEY WERE ROOMMATES

Right hand red, by lq_traintracks

Harry felt Malfoy's breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory.

Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy.

Malfoy felt inevitable.

3 chapters (73.173 words)

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The bois playing muggle games and being awkardly in love

Rarely pure and never simple, by motleygrrrl

"Is stalking me some sort of compulsive need of yours or something?"

Harry Potter won't stop following Draco around—no matter where he goes, Potter is there, watching. And Draco knows what that means—Potter is clearly planning his death, despite what Blaise and Pansy think. Because if it's not murder he's after, what else could it possibly be? And how could Draco find a way to use that information to his advantage?

Not complete! 4/? chapters (35.006 words)

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HOW CAN BE THIS SO CUTE?!?!? Draco’s so cute falling in love for Harry and Harry is so in love already :______

Through the looking glass and what Draco found there, by magpie_fngrl

Draco discovers the Mirror of Erised is a portal and he enters an alternate reality where your deepest desires come true. Or how Draco found himself in the world of his dreams and Potter had to come and ruin it.

2 chapters (17.440 words)

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This is cute and sad and cute ;___; I feel so sorry for my baby Draco :((

Lumos, by birdsofshore

Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking.

41.746 words

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I promise you, it’s cuter than it seems, hahahah

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES (again) (this trope is everything)

The romantic prawn who loved Christmas, by bixgirl1

When Draco, forced into sharing a room with Potter for the year, finds out that Potter has a sleepwalking problem, he expects the odd conversations and the weird games of chess.

What comes as a complete shock are Potter's other activities...And why he seems so intent on having Draco join him.

2 chapters (39.404 words)

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More roommates ^^ This is so funny and smutty :___

Beautiful meanings in beautiful things, by dwacos

After a cocky comment from Malfoy and a (totally, 100% justified) punch in the face from Harry, Malfoy ends up with a bruise on his cheek that just doesn't seem to want to go away, no matter what is attempted. Harry's confused by his Amortentia smells, Malfoy keeps asking him to punch him (literally,) and everybody seems to think that they can just tell Harry that he isn't straight anymore. On top of all of that, Harry now has to figure out what the fuck to do when you find out that you've got a soulmate. A fucking soulmate.

2 chapters (76.944 words)

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Wow, another soulmates/bonding fanfic, what a surprise *insert pikachu’s meme here*

Then comes a mist and a weeping rain, by Faith Wood

It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that's ever so cross.

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THIS IS SO FUNNY!! Draco is a grumpy kitten <3

In need of a proper hug, by Faith Wood

Draco rescues a poor, poor koala, which won't stop hugging him. Inspired by this pic of DanRad hugging Jack Huston aka Jack Kerouac in Kill Your Darlings, and this comment: "I've decided that he is part koala, and I think you should write a story where Harry becomes an Animagus, turns into a koala, and clings constantly to Draco." Beware of cute. Bring a toothbrush.

2.086 words

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THE FLUFF!! KOALAS!!!! MY HEART!!!!!!!!

An issue of consequence, by Faith Wood

Draco has woken up in an alternate universe. Or he has woken up utterly insane. Nothing else can possibly explain why Harry Potter suddenly seems to think he's Draco's boyfriend.

5 chapters (20.798 words)

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This one hurted so much :( But there’s a happy ending, I promise <3

Written on the heart, by who_la_hoop

Harry doesn’t mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesn’t. It’s just – do they have to be so friendly? He’s not prejudiced, really he’s not. It’s just – they’ve got to be up to something, right? Unnerved by the attention he’s attracting from everyone – the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair – and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him.

When he’s hit by an illegal love-spell though, Harry finds he has more to worry about than whether or not Blaise Zabini actually wants to be his friend. For if everyone affected has been blessed – or cursed, by the look on Malfoy’s face – with a magical tattoo revealing the name of their soulmate, what does it mean that Harry’s skin remains completely bare?

20 chapters (113.984 words)

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AND THEY WERE S O U L M A T E S

Say my name, by Thunderbird587

Harry witnesses something unexpected in the 8th year boys' showers and starts to see Draco Malfoy in a whole new light. The question is now, what is he going to do about it?

A coming of age Drarry tale about letting go of the past and building the future.

21 chapters (199.135 words)

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I have a special affection for this fanfic, because it made me realize the bad things about the relationship of Harry and Ginny and that’s always a good thing (?)

Things worth knowing, by Femme (femmequixotic)

After the Battle, Harry thinks he's left Hogwarts for good, but Minerva insists that all students return for an Eighth Year if they wish to sit for NEWTs in the spring, and Harry needs those NEWTs to go into the Aurors. Draco's just grateful not to be in Azkaban. Or the Manor. He's hoping he can steer clear of Potter this year and grapple with his own problems. Unfortunately for him, Potter appears to be one of those problems. And that's not even addressing the fact that Potter's got serious issues of his own, which Draco realises as he's forced to share an Eighth Year dormitory room and several classes with the Gryffindor Git. If only they can make it through the year without killing each other, it should be all right, shouldn't it?

10 chapters (164.523 words)

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I think this is my favourite Hogwarts Eighth Year fanfic. All the thing with the hate towards the Slytherin House and DRACO DRESSED UP AS HYPNOS OMG WHAT A BLESSING <33 Also, Ravi is the best and the talk :___

Alliges Duplicia: Bound, by Anonymus

Harry and Draco both go back to Hogwarts for the 8th year. Harry goes because he skipped his 7th year, and Draco goes because he failed his.

The get stuck working together on a Potion’s project because they both skipped the same class in which pairs were chosen. Due to the clumsiness of another student, their brilliant work turns into a disaster when, somehow, their magical energies get bonded together, which forces them to stay in close proximity to each other.

This isn’t a permanent situation, but it will take quite a bit of time for the proper officials to figure out how to unbind them, seeing as this type of instance is extremely rare. Somewhere along the way, Draco bonds with Harry in a different way. Enemies become friends, and friends become something more.

Not complete! 23/? chapters (76.089 words)

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Do you remember that I’ve lost a fanfic and was looking for it? WELL, I FOUND IT AND IS THIS! :D

Strangers, by LucyLightwood

The first time he sees Malfoy up there, he points his wand at him. And even though he knows he should leave, he decides to stay and sit as far away as possible while they both look over at the same set of stars. They shouldn't be sharing the same room or breathing the same air, but after a month of silent company, it's not Harry who crosses the line first.

Not complete! 24/? chapters (146.845 words)

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I think this was one of the first Drarry fics I’ve read :__ They’re so soft, help ;__;

Harry Potter y las Cicatrices Invisibles, by OTPshipper98

Tras la Batalla de Hogwarts, todo el mundo ha perdido algo. Algunos han perdido a familiares y amigos. Otros han perdido la inocencia. Pero Harry Potter ha perdido la sonrisa; se ha perdido a sí mismo. Y la única persona que se siente como él es, para su sorpresa, Draco Malfoy.

61 chapters (253.651 words)

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Okay, this fanfic competes with Things worth knowing for the first position of my favourites Eighth Year fanfics :___

The wolf pack, by dracogotgame

Nobody said achieving your animagus form was easy. Draco could handle being a wolf pup for a while, right? How bad could it be?

13.672 words

English

Teen and up audiences

The fluffiest thing in this galaxy <3

Friday night gossip, by jamesilver

“You two are my best friends, you know that. It’s just...” Hermione paused. “There are just things I can’t talk about you two with. It’d be too...weird. For all of us. It’s just a thing girls like to do, you know. We want to talk about our boyfriends, the guys we like—the cute things they do, the stupid things they do, all their quirks that we really like, our feelings about them."

After her friends were gone, Pansy Parkinson got her attention. "We couldn’t help overhearing.”

Draco leaned forward. “If you want to talk about crushes and feelings and your boyfriend, you can join our Friday night mani-pedi group.”

“Okay,” Hermione said.

“Good.” Pansy pointed at her. “Bring what colors you want for your nails. I’ll provide accent colors and decorating tools. Also, bring towels and whatever hair products you use. I bring drinks, Draco brings chocolate, fine something to add to that. Be at Draco’s room at nine on Friday.”

_____

Or, in which Hermione just wants to talk about boys and ends up becoming a small sort of matchmaker

(above is a heavily-edited excerpt)

6.424 words

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Mature

I love the idea of Draco and Pansy being big drama queens and befriending Hermione <33

Tie me up in knots, by lauren3210

“Harry, are you wearing a Slytherin tie?”

2.065 words

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Mature

KASHJJKDAJSDKLAJSDLAKJD (that’s the most coherent thing I can say about this fic)

Unexpected consequences, by lauren3210

Harry was going back to school. He was going to play Quidditch, sleep in lessons, hang out with his friends, and generally just enjoy being a kid for a change. And he was also going to do it while being bonded with Malfoy, because apparently life was just going to continue throwing curveballs at him. Harry didn't know why he expected anything different.

7 chapters (39.192 words)

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OMG THIS FANFIC!! B O N D I N G <333

AUROR POTTER

Dueling, by heyitsamorette

Draco is an Auror trainee. They have dueling practice every week. All dueling really amounts to is a game of domination and submission.

Written for wand_in_a_knot for pasdexcuses' delicious prompt, "domination is the name of the game."

3.211 words

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Have yourself a kinky little Christmas, by keyflight790 & tsundanire

As the holidays loom, Harry feels the weight of everything and everyone he'd lost. Working as an Auror, while exciting hadn't filled him with the same kind of satisfaction he'd assumed it would. It takes one extremely kinky secret admirer to pull out a side of him he'd been pushing away since his youth, and actually make him want to come into work everyday.

12 chapters (21.433 words)

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The man in the scarlet cloak, by bixgirl1

There's usually a better time and place to participate in seduction than the Forbidden Forest. Unless, of course, it's Mating Season.

In which Draco is sneaky but not sneaky enough, Harry is confident but goes a bit mad, and the Trees are either incredibly romantic or just sort of perverts.

16.350 words

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This fanfic is fantastic! I loved the trees’ thing <3

Work it out, by GoldenTruth813

The Auror Trainees now have required gym time, and Draco is distracted by Potter’s equipment. His workout equipment, that is.

4.454 words

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Hourglass heart, by bixgirl1

It only happened once — depending on how Harry counted.

5.252 words

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WHY ARE THEY SO IDIOTS?!?!?!

Draco Malfoy’s Stupendous Seduction Seminar, by Anonymus

Draco Malfoy offers to help his coworkers to improve their seduction techniques, with unexpected consequences.

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This one is so funny :__ Also, it contains the best kink ever aka praise kink (uwu)

Cauldron full of hot, strong love, by aibidil

In which a group of wizards' rights activists goes on the offensive after a prohibition against love potions, forcing the magical world to confront the horror of magic's role in sexual assault and the murky legal nature of consent. Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Draco are swept together to solve the case, and in the process they're made to confront their own love and lust—with and without potions.

4 chapters (80.466 words)

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THIS IS A FUCKING MASTERPIECE!!!! You can’t imagine how much I loved this fanfic :___

Fake it til you make it, by mssldiaz

Draco hates soul marks. He hates all marks in general. Especially one that ties him to the Boy Wonder. Draco just wanted to finish his probation in peace and slowly remove himself from the public eye. Being soul matched with Harry Potter is definitely not the way to avoid attention.

Especially when he won't shut up about it.

A sort of Modern AU.

4 chapters (24.274 words)

English

Mature

I don’t believe in soulmates irl, but in fanfiction... oh boi

Little Prince, Kneel, by Selly87

Almost immediately after the war, Harry Potter took his godson and Andromeda and left England behind. He returned five, nearly six, years later; changed, healed, and a very different man altogether. Now an extremely handsome bachelor in his late twenties, and with a promising career at the Ministry, he suddenly finds his life turned upside down after unexpectedly bumping into his former school nemesis, Draco Malfoy, Prosecutor Extraordinaire.

Is Harry going to be able to stay away from Draco? Does he even want to? And exactly how will Draco react once he discovers how the Saviour prefers to spend his free time?

Not complete! 40/70 chapters (209.400 words)

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I’M ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH THIS FANFIC, IT GIVES ME LIFE, CURES MY DEPRESSION, CLEARS MY SKIN!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA *dies*

This year’s love, by trishjames

This year’s love had better last, heaven knows it’s high time when you try to make lovers from friends. But Harry Potter realises time and time again that it’s simply not possible for him. And then along comes Draco Malfoy— the ultimate foe on the mend. Whatever will become of them? A story about love.

6 chapters (84.000 words)

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Dean is such a shit in this fanfic :((( Also, Harry and Draco being idiots *eyeroll*

Antlers and Ivy, by violetclarity

The thing is, Draco has always known he wouldn’t be able to marry his soulmate. Finding out his soulmate is Harry Potter shouldn’t change anything.

Or: soulmarks, a masquerade ball, and gratuitous use of The Daily Prophet as a plot device.

6 chapters (19.124 words)

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Write the way out, by carmemermaid

When Draco finally gets his first real assignment as a reporter for the Daily Prophet, he didn’t imagine that he would be given the Potter beat. Resigning himself to writing boring pieces about dull charity functions and various Auror missions, Draco is more than surprised when he follows Potter into Muggle London and discovers Potter’s secret.

14.578 words

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The Full Monty, by magpie_fngrl

Harry poses for a naked Auror calendar and Draco goes batshit crazy with lust.

9.860 words

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PROFESSORS

Of roses and dragonfire, by xErised

Years after That Kiss, Potter (and his new pet snake) appears again, this time as Hogwarts's Quidditch and Muggle Games instructor (what are Muggle Games anyway? Is this why Potter is swimming in the Great Lake wearing such a tiny pair of pants?), disrupting Draco's peaceful life as Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. It's bad enough dealing with one exuberant Gryffindor (Charlie Weasley as Care of Magical Creatures professor) on the faculty, and what's all the gossip about Potter courting Draco?

3 chapters (53.123 words)

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Asakdjslkdjas this is so cute and funny :__ And the Parseltongue kink, help xdd

Nosy niffler, by dracoismytrashson

Harry can't stop watching him. It's starting to feel a bit like sixth year, except this time he's a grown man with classes to teach and no time to obsess about his favorite subject: Draco Malfoy. Unfortunately, Harry's pet Niffler keeps stealing things from Draco and only Draco, making it entirely impossible for Harry to avoid confronting that stupid smirking face he most assuredly doesn't want to kiss.

6.582 words

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A secondary education, by Thunderbird587

Fleeing the aftermath of his recent divorce, Draco Malfoy takes up a post as the new Potions Master at Hogwarts. At first he believes his hopes for a fresh start are dashed when he sees that a certain boyhood rival is on staff there as well. But Harry Potter is being weirdly nice to him, leaving Draco no choice but to play along. As Draco reckons with his ex-wife's infidelity and questions about his own sexuality, he finds himself going to an openly gay Potter for guidance. As their friendship deepens, Draco realizes that there is quite a lot that Potter can teach him. And that he is surprisingly ready to learn.

21 chapters (234.528 words)

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Explicit

Not to be dramatic, but I would die for this fanfic

IN THE MUGGLE WORLD

Yours to keep, by dracoismytrashson

Some people think concepts like fate and destiny are romantic, but for Harry Potter, fate has always meant one thing: a swift kick in the arse. Why else would he cross an ocean to New York and enroll in Muggle university only to find Draco Malfoy living two doors down the hall? The universe and its twisted sense of humor can fuck right off.

A story in which two broken boys try to repair themselves halfway across the world. Too bad trauma doesn't care how far you run.

22 chapters (135.830 words)

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Explicit

OMG I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THIS FANFIC! I think it’s my fav fic and without a doubt this Draco is THE BEST DRACO IN THE UNIVERSE <3333 Plus, the mental health is treated so well in this story, it’s a blessing. Seriously, this fanfic is everything ;___;

The lost bet, by Selly87

It is 2019 and Harry Potter, Ex-Auror turned full-time dad and writer of magical children's books, finds himself making a startling discovery about none other than his former school rival Draco Malfoy. Just where will this relationship, rekindled over several cups of exquisite coffee, lead those two men?

27 chapters (60.700 words)

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This is so sweet <3 Also, it triggered my need of coffee :__

The Magic Cat, by dot_the_writer

When Harry sees Draco Malfoy with painted nails and wearing an oversized jumper covered in cat fur, his obsession from school comes back in full force. Featuring supportive friends, cute cats and lots of Harry figuring out what he wants.

17.455 words

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CATS CATS CATS *^*

There’s no I in team, by JulietsEmoPhase

When Draco's babysitter cancels on him, he has no option but to bring his son to work, despite the fact he has an extremely important day ahead of him. Rescue comes from the most unlikely of places, and Draco ends up having a day he never could have planned, or hoped for.

Muggle AU, smut. Birthday present!

13.389 words

English

Explicit

Oh, the cuteness :___

Listen, the snow is falling, by dracoismytrashson

It's the coldest day of the year, and a blizzard is threatening to bury the city at any moment. All Draco Malfoy wants to do is get through his shift at the homeless shelter so he can go home to a warm cat and a comfy bed. Too bad the universe has other plans.

12.450 words

English

Explicit

I have a soft point for Draco trying to redeem himself and so does Harry <3

Highly (in)compatible, by gracie137

Draco’s been shagging The Prat Who Lived on and off for a few months when his soul mark starts to change. Draco’s had to accept a lot of adjustments to his life, but accepting that Harry Potter could be his soulmate is one step too far. It can’t be true? Can it?

37.300 words

English

Explicit

Me and the soulmates au, the soulmates au and me (a love story)

Anyone but him, by RuArcher (Coriesocks)

Harry thought going to a Muggle university would be the perfect opportunity for a new start. He hadn’t counted on having Draco Malfoy as a flatmate.

19.323 words

English

Explicit

I laughed so much with this one, it’s so relatable xddd

CREATURES

In the red, by bixgirl1

When Harry goes looking for a vampire at a Creature club, the second-to-last thing Harry expects is to find Malfoy working there.

The last thing he expects is to fall in love with him.

5 chapters (45.629 words)

English

Explicit

This hurt a little bit :__

A Choice of Wings, by Lomonaaeren

A Choice of Wings is Harry's matchmaking business for Veela who have trouble finding mates. And Draco Malfoy is his most difficult client.

18.738 words

English

Mature

Harry Potter and the Maudlin Merman, by FleetofShippyShips

Not a proper series, more like, I might dabble in this AU and when I do I'll just post things as oneshots.

At some point after the war, Draco Malfoy was cursed and dumped in the lake at Hogwarts.

2 one-shots (8.946 words)

English

Teen and Up Audiences & Mature

Merman!Draco is pure fantasy :___

Today, Forever, by Palendrome

As if his recent divorce and sleepless nights weren’t bad enough, a rash of escalating crimes against purebloods forces Harry and his team of Aurors to protect the riskiest target in all of Wizarding Britain.

Of course, Draco Malfoy would still be ridiculously infuriating and impossibly gorgeous.

As well as a Veela.

Who happens to be Harry’s mate.

6 chapters (60.960 words)

English

Explicit

I loved this one <33

RANDOM JOBS

Phoenix Repairs Services, by carpemermaid

Phoenix Repair Services — We’ll bring it back to life as if it was new! Draco hires a suspiciously private wizarding handyman to fix his kitchen when he returns home to find it destroyed. He expects a middle-aged wizard with greying hair and a pudgy gut to show up. Instead, he gets Harry Potter—with a utility belt and a charming smile—who is more attractive than he has any right to be.

20.550 words

English

Explicit

What’s my age again?, by lazywonderland

Harry Potter has had enough of pleasing the public, and his reckless tendencies are finally getting out of hand.

The Quidditch World Cup is only a week away; as Captain of the English National Team, Hermione has assured him that his immaturity won’t be tolerated by the Ministry.

And then Malfoy shows up.

(Inspired by the blink-182 song of the same name.)

12.249 words

English

Explicit

Harry being a rebel and doing with his life whatever he wants is my kink

Notes on a resurrection, by newleaves

The plan was never to raise Sirius Black from the dead. Draco’s intentions were only ever to free him from the veil, most likely so that he could move on. It’s Harry’s actions as he entered the forest, ten years ago, which have afforded Black the prospect of life and are causing these accidents along the way…

A story about hope, courage and the act of changing state.

Not complete! 10/13 chapters (88.248 words)

English

Mature

I’M SO GLAD I FOUND THIS FIC *^* IT HAS A LOT OF WONDERFUL THINGS: UNSPEAKABLE!DRACO, WOLFSTAR, HARRY AND DRACO BEING IDIOTS IN LOVE...

Touch, by bixgirl1

When Harry is referred to a professional cuddler for the soothing power of touch, he’s dubious — even more so when the Cuddler who shows up turns out to be Malfoy. But in the years since the war, Malfoy’s changed, and over the next several days Harry is confronted by how much he still doesn’t know about this new version of his old enemy — and by how much he wants to learn.

5 chapters (44.791 words)

English

Explicit

Let’s take a chance on happiness, by endless_grey

Harry works with Luna at her magical antique shop, and everything is going pretty well until a mysterious ring makes an appearance. Cue curse-breaker Draco Malfoy and an accidental bond, and suddenly Harry is magically married to his former nemesis. They need to break the bond before Hermione's fundraiser, but Harry doesn't remember "fall in love with the git" being part of the plan.

21.178 words

English

Explicit

Boooonding tiiiiiime <3

A man like him, by darkestbliss

Draco Malfoy has made a name for himself after the War as 'the wizarding world's best interior architectural designer' (his words), taking old, decrepit spaces and transforming them into exquisite homes for those who can afford the hefty price tag. His most recent assignment is number twelve, Grimmauld Place, which has only deteriorated more in condition since the elusive Harry Potter inherited it after Sirius Black's death. When he stumbles upon a collection of questionable items in one of Potter's wardrobes, he finds himself appalled, shocked, distraught, and just a little bit turned on.

23 chapters (60.132 words)

English

Explicit

I’m in love with Dom!Harry, sorry :___

FANFICS I DON’T KNOW HOW THE HELL CLASSIFY

Draco Sodding Malfoy, by Shewhxmustnxtbenamed

Harry finds Draco outside a pub and takes him back to his place, only to find out that Draco is in an abusive relationship. Harry invites Draco to stay until he can get back on his feet. They go to Draco's ex-boyfriends house, and come back with more than they bargained for.

73 chapters (250.248 words)

English

Explicit

Oh, godness, this fanfic. It was one of the first Drarry fanfics I’ve read and I’m completely in love with it.

He kneels, by Selly87

“What do you want, my gorgeous little prince?” Harry asked softly and Draco stared up at him, eyes wide, lips trembling slightly beneath Harry’s gentle caress.

8.841 words

English

Explicit

This one inspired Little Prince, Kneel and :___

The Day The Weasel Crashed The Party (And Got More Than He Bargained For), by Selly87

It's a perfect evening, the restaurant is exquisite, the champagne is cool and bubbly and Harry is in the company of the only man he wants to spend tonight with...until his best friend, Ronald Weasley, makes a surprise appearance. Things can only go pear-shaped from here on, or can they?

3.348 words

English

Mature

I would kill Ron, I swear... agh :/

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Amazon Black Friday 2019 Deals: Gifts For Boys

Did you miss all of the awesome Black Friday deals this morning because you were at work? Well, luckily, there is still plenty of time to score some big, big savings this Black Friday, thanks to Amazon’s Black Friday 2017 deals. The deals below focus on items that would make great gifts for boys this year, ranging from gaming to NERF to other toys. 50, and it’s a headset that’s so versatile that it’s great for virtually anyone this holiday season.

99.99, which is 33 percent off. Yes, it literally works with all those. Best of all, the mic can be tucked away for a non-gamer look when you’re out in public.

Unfortunately, there are only two colorways left: black and white. Buy the Steelseries Arctis 7 here. 1 best-seller on Amazon is on sale for Black Friday, and it’s one of the best gifts for boys who love PC Gaming. 52 off the MSRP (or 33 percent). It uses an aircraft-grade anodized brushed aluminum frame for high quality and extreme durability. It looks great, and it’s extra clicky because of its mechanical keys. Buy the Corsair Mechanical Gaming Keyboard here. If he’s ever shown any interest in streaming on Twitch or YouTube, he’ll need a game capture card to do so.

119, which is a savings of 34 percent. This game capture card is another one of our favorite gifts for boys available during Amazon’s Black Friday sale, and it’s a great way to let them be creative with a hobby that they likely already love. Buy the Elgato Game Capture HD60 S here. The Star Wars Droid Inventor Kit by littleBits is on our list of the best new toys of 2017, so it’s obviously one of the best Christmas gifts for boys this year. Buy the Star Wars Droid Inventor Kit here. Anki has definitely grown a nice name for itself over the last few years, creating super cool (and highly requested) tech-infused toys for kids.

30 markdown. That saves you 17% off the MSRP. See More Anki Toy Deals here. Nerf’s new line of toys shoots foam cars instead of darts, which is a delightfully weird direction. It might look a bit dumb on the surface, but let me assure you that shooting cars out of a gun is every boy’s dream, and it works flawlessly in practice. 15.85 off of its MSRP. 10 off of its MSRP. 11.54 (which is 54% off of its MSRP). One Night Ultimate Alien is great for ages 8 and up, and it plays best with 4 to 10 players. Each game can last just 10-20 minutes. Roles change every time you play, as it uses an app that sets the rules each time you play (don’t worry…the app is free/included).

Get This Deal here. 299. This bundle includes the headset, the eye camera, and Gran Turismo Sport. Get This Black Friday Deal here. Hands-down, Overwatch was the best game of 2016, and there are even arguments for making it GOTY again this year (which, in my personal opinion, is a bit ridiculous, but that’s an argument for another day). It’s a must-play video game for any gamer that’s even semi-competitive, and it’s one that I personally play just about every night. Get This Overwatch Black Friday Deal here. 39.99 price tag. It’s a great game for kids, and it tugs a little at the nostalgia strings, too. Buy Sonic Forces here. Heavy, Inc. is a participant in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by linking to Amazon. Our product recommendations are guided solely by our editors. We have no relationship with manufacturers.

It is never easy buying presents for people that we care about. Even at the best of times it is hard enough trying to find 'the perfect gift' that we hope will be loved by our loved one. So how do we go about buying gifts for boys age 11 and upwards. Just thinking about the task is daunting enough to make even the bravest and most resourceful of us buckle. 11 is such a milestone of an age. Firstly, there is the obvious transition from lower school to high school (or primary to Secondary school) and all that entails.

Then there is puberty setting in (lets say no more about that) and the myriad of issues and challenges that brings. But the real difficult part about choosing and buying gifts for boys age 11 is that you will really need to have a sense of their personality and tastes. I have scowered the web to find the best gifts for boys age 11 and put them all in one place so that you won't have to spend hours doing the same. If you have been hearing the buzz words around certain gift ideas or if the young man in your life has been dropping hints that you need to investigate futher this is a perfict place to begin.

Do you remember being 11? Do you remember how days lasted for what seemed like an eternity? And being outside the house with your friends was what you really wanted to do? Things, however, have moved on from and children are now presented with hundreds of options to indulge their interests and spend their time, particularly from the comfort of their own room. With each year the list of available games for consoles as well as the types of consoles available will exponentially increase. The Nintendo DSi XL Handheld Console is still a popular gift selection for boys from age 8 upwards. The Apple iPod nano is a gift that brings video to music with the new built-in video camera.

With a built-in video camera it is here on the list of gifts for boys age 11 as an ideal choice for music lovers as well as amateur photographers and camera men. There is also a built-in mic to capture audio, too. Undoubtedly the iPod is the world's most pupular portable music player and an is therefore a no-brainer on a list of gifts for boys age 11 and above. Three years ago, Amazon set out to design and build an entirely new class of device—a convenient, portable reading device with the ability to wirelessly download books, blogs, magazines, and newspapers. The result is The Kindle. It has been designed to provide an exceptional reading experience using a revolutionary new display technology. Reading Kindle’s screen is as sharp and natural as reading ink on paper—and nothing like the strain and glare of a computer screen. For the 11 year old book worms in your life the Kindle is completely mobile and simple gift that is and uses the same 3G network as advanced cell phones.

Buying last minute gifts for brothers, son, nephews, and young cousins is easy with this quick list. We’ve included a broad array of options for boys of all ages. These gifts are bound to please young dudes that are adventurous, fun-loving, and/or electronically-inclined. Some of these gifts are popular, others are just plain awesome. No matter what you choose, the recipient of your gifts will open something up Christmas morning that will leave them with the joy of Christmas! Here’s the 10 best last minute Christmas gifts for boys. For those looking to interest the young men in their lives in robotics and software development, the Anki Cozmo is an awesome way to do so.

It includes "Code Lab" a platform that allows kids to program the robot to do tasks like express emotions, play games, lift cubes, and more. Also, Anki is constantly updating Cozmo’s skills to add new and exciting features. This is a great gift for the STEM-minded. If you’re looking to interesting the receipient of your mangnamity in programming or video game creation, this Bloxels kit offers an extremely fun way to do so. It is a winner of numerous toy awards and is shockingly robust for a toy. The app works with Android, iOS and Kindle and can be used to develop levels, characters and more. Plus, creators of levels within the games can be shared online, adding a social element to the process.

This is a great kit and an extremely exciting unique gift. For those boys looking to get started playing with drones, a better starter drone does not exist. This Holy Stone model is dirt cheap and offers a ton of fun and value for the price. Sure, it’s not quite a Phantom 4, but it will really set one up to establish themselves as a drone dabbler or someone who is ready to take the plunge to the real thing. As someone whose father loves drones, I can strongly vouch that as fun as they are, one should definitely start with a beginner model to get a feel for them. This will also help set up the right expectations for the real deal.

This drone offers solid speed and good control. That said, it’s not exactly easy to fly. It does take some learning and practice. Needless to say, it’s not wind resistant either. That said, it beats a kite! Users love it for its durability (it can take a fall or a hit) and the fun that comes with it. Again, this is the perfect toy to get started droning with. For younger boys, the Leapfrog laptop is the gift of the moment. It offers a fun, tactile way to learn things like the Alphabet, play games, and to learn animal games.

Parents love it for its solid durability, and a great teaching tool for young kids (toddler age). The games and activities are very accessible and fun for the preschool crowd and bound to keep even picky kids busy Christmas morning and hopefully afternoon. Legos are a timeless Christmas tradition. This set is amazing evoking Pirates of the Carribean and other classic ship dwellers. This set boasts tons of figurines, a variety of accessories, and of course, a mind-blowing watercraft to please even the most discerning Lego enthusiasts. It’s praised for its intricate details, high number of pieces (over 2000), and legendary Lego durability.

For Star Wars fans, BB-8 has captured many of our hearts. This particular version of him is about 16″ tall and can be controlled in a variety of ways. He can respond to multiple voice commands, and can be steered around with a remote control. This model also has authentic Star Wars sounds and lights, so you know it’s something George Lucas would approve of. Buyers praise it as a robust toy, but also as a high-quality collectible. Every boy wants a light saber. That’s just a fact! These light sabers offer great value as they are not Star Wars official merchandise, and hence, sell at a considerably cheaper price.

They have a great range of sounds and are praised as superb for Halloween costumes, light sword-fighting and having solid quality sounds. Nerf guns are the gift that keep on giving. They are loved by boys of virtually all ages for executing lighthearted pranks (no one likes to be shot by a nerf gun, but it’s not very damaging) and for playing games like cops vs. These blasters have a rotating barrel and hold up to six darts. They can shoot up to 50′. The bang for the buck on this toy is tough to beat! For the fans of web comic, "Cyanide and Happiness," this card game is a ton of fun. Three or more players compete to make comic strips about a variety of subjects. This Christmas, give the gift of Pokemon cards. This pack of 100 cards includes all the goods from Pokemon’s official trading card game. That said, at this price, do expect a few caveats:some users had issues with duplicate cards, but for the most part, this is a great value for getting a ton of Pokemon cards. It may be best to taper one’s expectations to expect 50 great cards, which is still an awesome value.

Jeepers (It's Christmas) In July! I received the below-mentioned titles in exchange for this post. Sponsor is responsible for prize fulfillment. Wow, can you believe it's already July? This year and summer break is flying by but I'm excited for all the fun our family has planned for July. Being born in July, I always get that childish anticipation even though I'm not as thrilled about aging as I once was about birthdays. Kids just love celebrating their own special day and we've got some great gift ideas to share from National Geographic Kids! Check out these bright and educational books and enter for a chance to win them below.

No better time to think about all the possibilities the future holds than a birthday! From beekeeper to ice-cream taster, forensic psychologist to Hollywood animal trainer, conservation biologist to Chief Happiness Officer, this book features 100 of the coolest, wackiest and most amazing jobs out there (greeting card maker?? Yes, you can!). This book features cats from around the world, each one with an amazing story to tell about their compassion, ingenuity, and bravery. And are you curious as to why we love those cute cat videos? Page 57 explains the science behind the obsession. Blast into space to explore our solar system and beyond.

This out-of-this-world Atlas takes readers through maps of the solar system, the Milky Way, and deep space, giving them a close look at and locations of planets, supernovas, and other universes. Sky maps will help kids spot these objects in the night sky and maps of planets and our solar system gives the kind of incredible detail that National Geographic is known for. It's the perfect book for space fans and budding astronauts. National Geographic Explorer and snake wrangler Dr. Brady Barr has been bitten by a lot of creatures over the years. So this book is born from first hand - er, tooth - experience of getting close to some of the biggest biters in the animal kingdom. It turns out that there's a lot more to biting than meets the eye.

Physical features and the how (and when and why) an animal bites reveals much about the animal itself. Then it shows how tooth type, bite force, jaw shape, and food source all come to together to make each an incredible member of the animal bite force! Got a kiddo in mind that always wants to know the who/what/where of the coolest things on the planet? Check out the Top 8 lists in the latest Awesome 8! Pay it forward with this big book of gratitude, filled with 30 cool pull-out thank you postcards and fun themed content. Adorable animal photos paired with heartfelt and funny captions show how much we have to be grateful for in our wondrous world.

Each card leaves plenty of room for kids to craft their own messages to show friends and family how much they care. Content includes tips and tricks for writing sincere, well-crafted, and properly formatted thank you notes, as well as more cute creature pictures to spread that warm, fuzzy feeling far and wide. Welcome to our Second Annual Jeepers (It's Christmas) In July Giveaway Hop! This event is hosted by Mama The Fox, The Kids Did It and The Mommy Island. Once you've entered for the National Geographic Kids Book Package keep scrolling down for more great events to enter. 84). Open for entry from 7/1-7/15/17 at 11:59 pm EST. Open to readers in the US, 18 years and older. The winner will have 24 hours to respond to the notification email to claim their prize or a new winner will be selected. The Mommy Island is not responsible for this or any event where the sponsor fails to fulfill prizing.

Looking for the best gifts for 7 year old boys? Well, have I got a selection for you! If you're like me, you probably dread the thought of having to come up with gift ideas for a 7 year old. The main reason for this I think is boys at that age appear to have everything. They've grown up with toys such as Lego, action figures and kites. They've advanced onto bikes, scooters, stereos, digital cameras and yes, I hate to admit that the average 7 year old boy is even tech-savvy enough to have his own tablet device. Some of the best gifts for boys are those that present a challenge - and also solve the challenge of what to get them.

I think the Perplexus Maze Game is one of the best in this regard. Having played it myself (and having failed to finish it, I hasten to add), I can personally vouch for it being completely addictive. No number of electronic games can compete with this awesome puzzle. The version shown here is the original, but it's also available in a number of variations. The age range from the manufacturer is six years and up, so it's spot-on for seven year olds. The aim of the game is to roll a metal ball around a 3D maze, comprized of multi-colored tracks covering the interior of a transparent sphere. If you can wrestle this little beauty away from your 7 year old, you try it.

There are a number of other benefits thrown in as well, including the development of hand-eye coordination, fine motor skills, spacial thinking and, of course, patience! Another challenging (and active) gift for 7 year old boys, girls, adults, you name it. You can see the commercial for it below, which gives you an idea of how it works as a game (sorry, the video may not be available on mobile devices - it's a Google thing). Essentially, it's a variation on the age-old favorite Simon, where you follow instructions on what to do with the toy. Again, there are a number of variations on the original Bop It! I said, they're a popular gift for boys and girls aged 7 and more. I've bought toys for my own boys and nephews, I always work on the principle of age, plus-or-minus-one. Bop It - You Have to Try It!

Featuring a variety of games and expertise levels, depending on whether you're playing solo or with a group, it's easy to play and travel-friendly. 1. Don't obsess about getting the best game, toy, book or interesting item. If it's a gift, they'll be pleased. 2. Try thinking about something they're not known to be into. This will be a surprize, and may be the start of a new fascination or hobby. 3. Keep it simple, and remember that any gift need not be expensive to be a big hit. When I was a boy, I remember learning how to play chess from a book.

I eventually got myself to a level where I could regularly stalemate my dad and occasionally beat him - but, I always wish I had some sort of advantage. You can play variations on the standard game of chess, with rules included for all types of game. The board is also double-sided to let you flip between the instructional side to a real chess board.

I can't really stress enough (apologies for another pun) how much of a useful and instructional gift this would be to boys keen to learn the game of chess. I wish I had something like this to learn from when I was younger. No Stress Chess also presents a great opportunity for adults to teach and learn with their kids at the same time. Your seven year old is going to be asking you to play this every night!

Get your 7 year old boys away from the smartphone, tablet or games console and have them learning the game of kings. This no-stress set makes it easy to teach and learn chess. With multiple levels of play, kids can work on their game and get recommendations for the best moves. Great learning for beginners and great fun for veterans of the game. What on Earth is a praxinoscope, I hear you say? Well, put simply, it's probably one of the best gifts for 7 year old boys I'm featuring on this page. As for the scientific explanation, it's actually a rotating platform with an arrangement of paper and mirrors that lets you create moving picture animations exactly like they did 170 years ago - phew!

But seriously, this is one cool toy for boys. In fact, it's not a toy, it's more a recreation of a piece of history. Speaking of recreations, many of the 4M kits require a little assembly and this one is no exception. However, it's well-designed and when kids have put this together, they can feel rightly proud. This is a very interesting gift for boys indeed. Inspire the next cartoonist in your family with the 4M Praxinoscope. It comes with everything you need to put it together and full instructions. As a real neat touch, there's also an included LED light that can be set to flash, producing an authentic silent movie effect.

If you've got a piano at home, then why not accompany the action with a suitably vintage soundtrack! Focusing on hands-on creative play, Melissa & Doug toys and games have been entertaining boys and girls of all ages for over 25 years. Speaking of hands-on, or rather slight-of-hands-on, my next recommendation for 7 year old boys is a magic set. They'll just love showing their tricks in front of family and friends, helping them to build personal confidence through the acts of preparation, performance, being creative and exercising a little dramatic flair. There are 10 illusions to master in this quality magic set.

Each one is a classic that professional magicians still perform in shows all over the world. So, if you know a 7 year old boy who might well be the next David Copperfield, then this gift may be the perfect start. It's a sad fact that many boys these days grow up not really knowing much about the world and the other countries in it. However, you needn't let that be something to worry about with the LeapFrog Explorer Interactive Smart Globe.

This is one of those toys often described as a wonderfully educational and fun gift, and that pretty much sums up the ethos of the company that makes them.

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Cont. Travels of Cophine, Part 2.3

Tunisia.

Link for the entire work here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13525500

They arrived in Sousse in the afternoon, their last stop in Tunisia and the end of their Francophone African experience. If everything went well here, they would be in Libya in a few days, and Egypt after that. Cosima's energy level was partially recovered and the sinus headaches were gone, but she still had frequent coughing fits, and her voice cracked every couple of words. She now spent her time propping up Delphine, who insisted that she wasn't really all that sick.

“Delphine, I love you,” Cosima said, “but your eyes haven't opened completely for, like, two days. Your voice is an octave lower, and your sneezes have woken the dead. You are fucking sick.”

Delphine fell back on her bed beside Cosima. In Tunis they'd gotten a queen sized bed in their room, which was great at first, but a lot less appealing when both of them tossed and turned the whole night. Here in Sousse, they were back to separate twins, and neither of them had the energy to even comment on it.

“Okay,” Delphine said, “I'm sick. Are you happy now?”

“No. I just want you to stop pretending that you're fine. I want you to take care of yourself. I mean, I'm happy taking care of you, but you're not letting me do that, and you're pushing yourself too hard.”

As if to prove Cosima's point, Delphine rolled over to check the little beep her phone just made. “Dr. N'Jikam wants to postpone our meeting until Wednesday.” She pinched the bridge of her nose.

“And you don't have to be at the clinic until Wednesday morning, either, so tomorrow we can focus on getting rest, yeah? Maybe check out that sauna they're supposed to have.” With the chilly weather outside and the lack of heat in the hotel room, spending the day at a nice 180 degrees fahrenheit had a certain appeal.

“Mmm... maybe. We still have a lot of arrangements to make.”

Cosima rubbed her back through her sweater. “We do. But we're not going to help anybody if you're not healthy. So you need to rest. That's what you told me the other day!”

“I can't sleep, I've told you.”

The night before, Delphine had apparently been awake for five hours while Cosima slept like a log. She'd drifted off for an hour or so on the ride into Sousse, but good sleep still aluded her. “Take some more NyQuil,” Cosima said. “Or I'll get the bar downstairs to make you a nice hot toddy.”

She shook her head. “Then I'll be hung over all morning. Is there any tea?”

Cosima checked the little complimentary beverage station near the ironing board. “Um... yes, but it all looks caffeinated.”

“Then no.”

Another coughing fit hit Cosima then, doubling her over as she pounded on her chest. The pounding never helped, but it was better than doing nothing. Once it subsided, she straightened back up and fumbled around for some more water. Delphine stayed on her bed, watching her.

“Have you tried the throat spray again?”

“Um, no.”

“Maybe you should. It would numb your throat and...”

“It would make me vomit again. No thanks.”

“You might've done it wrong.”

Naturally, Delphine was able to use the throat spray with no problems at all. Cosima added it to the list of things Delphine did effortlessly.

Cosima picked up her purse and wrapped her scarf around her neck again. “If I did, I'm not willing to risk doing it wrong again. But I will get some more cough syrup. And some more tea.”

Delphine propped herself up on her elbows to return Cosima's kiss. “Can you get some soup, too?”

“Yup. Soup, syrup, and tea. I'll be back soon, love.”

Delphine nodded and sank back down.

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They tried the sauna the next day, but found it packed with Scandinavian women who all knew each other and laughed too loudly at everything each of them said. Cosima got some tea loaded with valerian root and lemon balm, and Delphine drank mug after mug of it while Cosima did their laundry in the hotel's facilities and brought containers of brik and fricassé from the vendors across the street. In the evening, they drank more tea and watched the Arabic dubbing of Downton Abbey on the hotel television.

On Wednesday it rained, the first time since they'd arrived in North Africa. Cosima sat at the bar in the hotel's restaurant and watched it fall in sheets over the cars and cyclists and old men in traditional burnouses hustling around with newspapers over their heads. It was just after noon, almost time for midday prayers, when the locals on the street would clear off for a moment but the tourists in the restaurant would stay. She knew these things now. She was also starting to forget that she hadn't always dropped the “h” sound in “hotel.”

The restaurant was packed. Most of these tourists were here for the promise of a sunny beach-side vacation in a relatively progressive Arab country, the lone gunman attack of a few years ago now a distant memory. The rain, however, put the beach off limits. The business men were here too, but in fewer numbers than in Tunis or Algiers. Cosima wondered how many tourists would be in Tripoli.

Delphine was supposed to be back by now. The clone here in Sousse had been easy to find, unlike the one in Tunis who'd gotten married and changed her name since the Leda List was compiled. Cosima double checked the time and confirmed that this clone's appointment had been for 10:30, and then she texted Delphine.

Everything okay?

While she waited for a reply, she scrolled through her Facebook feed, finding very little that was new since that morning. Alison posted pictures of a black forest cheesecake from all angles; Cosima's mother posted memes that she thought were hilarious and Cosima had seen ten years ago; Scott cracked science jokes; her father ranted about Republicans. Same old, same old. She thought about reading the news, but she'd done that earlier and had no desire to repeat the experience. She was nervous enough about going to Libya without reading that the country was “mired in chaos” and ruled by “men with guns.” She wanted to keep her worries confined to the language barrier.

“Anything else?” The bartender gestured to her empty tea cup.

“Yeah. Another one. Thank you. Merci. Shukraan (شكرا.)”

He gave her an indulgent smile and got her more hot water and some fresh tea.

Instagram yielded no new results, either. Five of the Ledas were hyper active there, posting so many photos of their personal lives that Cosima felt closer to them than to most of her own cousins at this point, and was becoming personally invested in the little drama that was brewing in the love life of one of the Austrian sisters. All total, Cosima tracked 33 Ledas through Instagram and 34 on Twitter, 11 of which were on both. None so far had symptoms of clone disease that they were sharing on social media, though the Leda in Cape Town, South Africa, did seem to have a worrying rash on her torso that had nothing to do with being a clone, but probably with a swimming in the ocean.

Her phone buzzed. Difficult patient. Delphine said.

Cosima arched an eyebrow. That could mean many things. And?

A reply wasn't immediately forthcoming, and Cosima rubbed her face to keep from swearing. The restaurant was loud enough that she might've gotten away with it, but it was better not to risk it, even surrounded by foreigners. She tried to look out the window but a man pushed up to the bar and blocked the view. He was tall and broad, wearing what Cosima called the “I yell at my family in public” uniform.

“Hey!” he shouted. “Can we get a table, please? We've been waiting fifteen minutes!”

Cosima rolled her eyes and went back to her phone. No reply from Delphine, but another cake picture from Alison on Facebook – red velvet this time.

She pulled up Twitter and perked up again. A clone from southern California they hadn't made contact with yet finally posted something. She was in Cambodia, it turned out, and she had a long thread about politics and southeast Asian history that was actually quite fascinating. And then Delphine replied to her text.

Still trying.

“Still trying? That doesn't help, Delphine.” She tapped out her response. Do you need anything? Can I help?

She'd been at the bar for over an hour. She could have been up in their room, working on her thesis, or napping, or masturbating, or catching up on her reading. But Delphine had asked her to be here, to meet her after her 10:30 appointment at the clinic, because she was bringing one of her contacts from MSF, and this was an Important Contact. Cosima was wearing her nice shirt, for fuck's sake, and she'd ironed her pants. They were going to eat lunch together, their treat for this Important Contact, so Cosima had not eaten since 8:30 that morning.

She typed some more. Do you have an ETA?

Three minutes later, as she watched the loud man yell at his son for touching the floral arrangement on the table they'd finally gotten, her phone buzzed. Her excitement faded when she saw it was just an email from her mother.

Cosima,

Here's that dress company I told you about, based out of the City, very social-justice and queer oriented and I think right up your alley. It's pricey but we'd be happy to help you out if....

She closed the message without finishing it. “I am not dress shopping online, goddamn it,” she muttered. “How many times do I have to f.... ugh. Mother.” She rubbed her face again and checked the time.

12:40 pm. Five minutes since her last message to Delphine, and more than two hours since the appointment at the clinic started.

A bearded man in a West Virginia University sweatshirt sat down beside her, apologized when he brushed against her knee, and placed his order with the bar tender in Arabic. Once the bartender left, he laced his fingers together and turned to Cosima. “Heckuva weather we're having, yeah?”

“Yup. Sure is.”

“You know, I been coming here for ten years, and I swear this is the first time I've seen it rain.”

“Hm.”

He tapped the bar top. “Are those dreads you've got?”

“Yes.”

“I thought so! They look good!” He turned a little on his stool to face her more. “Usually white girls can't pull those off, but yours look really good!”

“Thank you.” She checked her phone again. 12:45, and no new messages.

“Can I ask, if you don't mind, what you did to make 'em stay so well? Like, my cousin tried dreads, and she's as white as me, and her hair stank!” He laughed and bumped into her knee again. “Like, it was just straight up matted and shit. What's your secret?”

She drained her tea and looked him in the eye. “I've been genetically engineered.”

He chortled. “Okay. Fair enough. I shouldn't have asked; I'm sorry.”

Cosima raised her eyebrows and did not respond. The bartender came with his order then – a steaming bowl of stew with a side of bread and a bottle of beer. The stew smelled amazing, and she still hadn't gotten any messages from Delphine, so she called the bartender back over and ordered a bowl for herself. While she waited, the cups of tea crept up on her and she slid off to the ladies' room, leaving her coat on the stool, pockets empty.

While she peed, she texted Delphine again. Is everything okay over there?

The clinic was on the same block as their hotel, and Cosima would have gone there herself an hour ago if they weren't terrified of accidental clone meet ups.

She also finished her mother's email about that dress shop in San Fransisco, which, Sally was keen to point out, also did tailoring for suits. Great.

Back at the bar, Cosima's coat was still there, along with her food and a fresh cup of tea. The WVU man was wrapped up in conversation with a guy to his left, thankfully, and now there was a different customer to Cosima's right – a woman with short wavy black hair, wearing a collared white shirt. As she walked towards her own seat, Cosima glanced down at the woman's shoes. Sure enough, Keens, or Keens equivalents. Cosima's phone buzzed.

Yes was all Delphine had to say. No ETA, no other information. Cosima put her phone back in her purse.

“Excuse me,” she said as she squeezed in between the two other customers to sit down.

“Sure, no problem,” the woman said, smiling at her. The WVU man did not seem to notice her return. “I hope no one was sitting here?”

“Oh, no,” Cosima assured her. “You're fine.”

The soup was delicious, but spicier than she'd anticipated, so she got a glass of water and another serving of bread to help it go down. In minutes her sinuses opened up and she needed extra napkins, as well. The woman beside her got a salad and a glass of wine, and smiled at Cosima when she drained her water glass.

“A bit spicy, is it?” She was British, or Irish, judging by her accent.

Cosima nodded. The water helped, but her eyes watered and her nose ran, and it was a damn good thing she wasn't trying to look good right now. She thought of Delphine's MSF contact and checked her phone again. It was 1:10. No new messages. “Whatever.” She dropped it back in her purse and gave the rest of her soup her full attention. When she'd finished, she wiped the bowl with some more bread and finished her third glass of water. Beside her, the dark haired British woman watched her, sideways.

“I guess it was good,” the woman said.

“Yeah. Delicious.” She pointed to the half-full salad plate in front of her bar neighbor. “Yours wasn't?”

The other woman shrugged. “I keep forgetting that I don't like tomatoes. I order them every so often, thinking that some dish looks rather good, and then I eat one, and remember.”

Cosima smiled. “I'm like that with oysters and clams. Someone will rave about how good they are, and swear they've got a good recipe, but it's always like eating a snot ball out of a shell.”

The other woman laughed at that, throwing her head back and showing off her neck in the process. “That is such an apt way to put it! They really are nature's little snot balls, aren't they? Tell me, have you read Tipping the Velvet?”

If she hadn't suspected this woman was queer before, she sure did now. More than suspected. Cosima blushed a little and grinned. “I read it when I was, like, twenty. So yeah, but it's been a while.”

“Well, I've read it several times, and every single time, when she's going on and on about oysters and how she prepares them and all that, I just have to shake my head, because I find oysters absolutely disgusting, just as you do.”

“Are they better or worse than tomatoes?”

“Worse. A thousand times worse.” She picked around the tomatoes on her plate, eating pieces of cheese and lettuce speared on her fork. “If I may ask, what brings you to Tunisia?”

“Oh, it's a, uh, a medical trip, of sorts.”

“Hm, I see. Like, medical tourism sort of thing? I've heard of that, and you're American, I take it?”

“I am, yeah. No, it's not for me. I mean, I'm not getting treated for anything.” She twisted her napkin between her fingers, trying hard to look nonchalant.

“You're doing the treating, then, perhaps?”

“Something like that.”

“Cosima?”

She spun around to find Delphine three feet behind her, frowning. “Oh, hey! When did you get here?”

“I got here a few minutes ago, as I said in my message. Did you get my message?”

Cosima dug in her purse for her phone. “The last message I got just said...” She looked at her phone. Sure enough, two new messages from Delphine, at 1:12 and 1:20. It was now 1:27. “Shit.”

“You haven't reserved a table, then, I take it.”

“They wouldn't let me unless I could give a more specific time!”

“Well, if you'd checked your messages, you would have had one. But now we have to wait.” She gestured over to the hostess stand, where a West African man in a linen suit waved and headed in their direction through the other diners. “He has a busy schedule, you know. He is a doing us a favor.”

Cosima gathered her coat and purse. The bartender had their room number to charge for the meal, thankfully. Fussing over credit card payments wouldn't improve either of their moods. “I do know that, and actually, Delphine, I've been checking my messages all day, and you weren't sending any, so maybe you should lay off a little bit?”

It was not the right thing to say, and it was not the right time to say it, but it came out of Cosima's mouth anyway. Delphine's eyebrows went up. She glanced over at the woman to Cosima's right, who was smart enough to pretend she wasn't listening. “Well,” Delphine said, “at least you made a new friend.”

The man in the linen suit reached them and gave Cosima a broad smile.

“Dr. N'Jikam,” Delphine said, “this is Cosima Niehaus, my research partner.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Miss Niehaus. Dr. Simplice N'Jikam, from Médecins Sans Frontières. Dr. Cormier and I used to work together. Perhaps she's mentioned me.”

She put her best smile on for him and shook his hand. “Yes, she has. It's a pleasure to meet you, too.”

As dramatic as Delphine was about waiting for a table, they only had to wait five minutes to get one. Cosima sat across from Delphine, with Dr. N'Jikam to her left. Predictably, Cosima wasn't very hungry any more, but she ordered a carrot salad with hard boiled eggs and another cup of tea. Delphine ordered a lamb platter with couscous and vegetables. She must not have eaten since that morning, either. At least she seemed healthier than she had the day before.

Dr. N'Jikam started off the conversation as soon as they'd ordered. “So, you are going to Yemen.”

Delphine nodded. “That's correct.”

“When do you plan to be there, and for how long?”

“We're not sure exactly,” Cosima said. “It depends on how successful we are there. Right now, we have five days scheduled in early March, but that could change.”

The waiter brought their drinks – water for Delphine, coffee for Dr. N'Jikam, and mint tea for Cosima.

“And what exactly,” Dr. N'Jikam asked Delphine, “is your measure of success for this trip? What is your objective?”

“We've identified three women with a specific phenotype that puts them at risk for a terminal condition, and we plan to inoculate them against it, or cure them if they've already developed symptoms.”

His eyebrows rose. “What condition is that?”

“It's only recently been discovered, so there's not an agreed-upon name for it yet.”

“I see. And you've already identified patients already? How?”

“It's a long story. Some of our connections back in Canada gave us the information.”

The answer satisfied him, and he sipped on his coffee. For Cosima, though, the effects of her earlier bowl of soup and all the accompanying water became pressing, so she excused herself, meeting Delphine's “wtf” look with a wide eyes. Whatever. It would be worse to sit there bouncing and in pain, unable to focus. Waiting in line for the ladies room for the second time, she rummaged in her purse for her bottle of TUMS, and took two.

Back at the table, the food had once again arrived in her absence. Squeezed onto the table between the plates, glasses, silverware, decorative flower arrangement, and complimentary flatbread, Dr. N'Jikam had his tablet and a pad of line-free paper, which he and Delphine crouched over between bites. Delphine glanced at her when she sat down, and continued her conversation with Dr. N'Jikam in French.

Cosima ate her salad and listened, picking out about half of what Delphine said and less than a quarter of what Dr. N'Jikam said. She'd read that Cameroonian French was a little different than Canadian or Parisian French, but she hadn't expected such a great difference. But then, Delphine wasn't having any such difficulties. From what Cosima understood, they talked about the Yemeni refugee crisis, camps, transportation options, and money, and then Dr. N'Jikam said something that made Delphine laugh. Cosima raised her eyebrows at her, hoping for a translation, but none came.

At the end of the meal, Delphine excused herself to use the restroom, letting Cosima handle paying for the meal.

“How was it?” she asked Dr. N'Jikam.

“Pardon? Oh, it was excellent,” he said. He dabbed at his lips with the napkin and smiled at her. “Thank you.”

“You're very welcome,” Cosima said. The food and the rain made her sleepy, but she needed to keep up appearances. “So, uh, how long have you been with MSF?”

“A long time. Twenty years, almost. And I've been, oh, I've been everywhere.” He laughed at that, so she smiled along. “But we've been talking the whole time, and you've said very little. Tell me, Miss Nyehouse, is it Nyehouse or Neuhaus? I can't remember.”

“Uh, Niehaus, actually, but that's not important.”

“It's important to me.” Another grin. “So tell me, Miss Niehaus, how long are you working for Dr. Cormier?”

“Well, I've been working with her for about three years now.”

“Three years, okay. I've known her for almost five years, since right after her doctorate. I wasn't aware before that she had any students.”

“She doesn't.”

He paused, hand midair on its way to adjust his glasses. “No? I thought that...”

“Wait, did she tell you that I'm her student?”

Dr. N'Jikam did not miss the way Cosima leaned over the table as she spoke, and he leaned back to compensate. “Oh,” he laughed, “I don't remember! You know, as we age, ours minds are not so good.”

“Right. Okay.”

He left as soon as Delphine got back, shaking their hands again and repeating his best wishes and his pleasure at having met them both. Delphine promised to keep in touch throughout their travels.

At the elevators, Cosima told Delphine, “You know, if you didn't need me to be there, you could have just said so.”

Delphine rolled her head around on her shoulders. “What are you talking about?”

“You know I understood like, less than half of that entire conversation. You made it pretty obvious you didn't need my contribution.”

Delphine sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. An elevator at the end of the row dinged, and they hustled to get on it along with a gaggle of rain soaked tourists. They flattened themselves against the back wall. “He prefers speaking in French,” Delphine said.

“Does he really. English didn't seem to be much an issue for him when we first sat down, or after you'd gone to the bathroom.”

The elevator stopped to let some people off at the third floor, and replace them with a Japanese couple in bath robes, fresh from the third floor sauna. Cosima could have been at the sauna during that entire lunch, and it wouldn't have mattered. Whatever.

“How about our patient?” she asked. “You said she was difficult.”

“She refused the vaccination. Nothing I said, nothing her doctor said, convinced her, and she left without it. After talking my ears off about every medical problem she's ever had, and how doctors are responsible for every single one of them.”

“Oh sh... shoot, really?” That had never happened before. Usually, once the doctor explained it, the patient accepted the vaccine. The trick was often just getting them into the doctor's office to begin with.

“Really. She claims that vaccines made her infertile.”

The elevator stopped at the eighth floor and let out everyone else, then moved on up to the tenth, where Cosima and Delphine got off.

“The doctor is trying to bring her back the day after tomorrow,” Delphine said. “If she still refuses, though...”

“She won't. We'll think of something.” Cosima reached for her arm, but Delphine moved away to unlocked the door and push it open.

Inside the room, Delphine set up her papers on her bed, and sat in the armchair next to it with her laptop. “Dr. N'Jikam sent us both a list of other contacts we should talk to. Some are in Libya, which he doesn't know as much about, but cautions us against visiting.”

Cosima opened her laptop on the desk. She had had other ideas for the afternoon, especially since it seemed they'd be staying in Sousse longer than originally planned. Delphine was buried in her work, though, chewing on a thumbnail, so Cosima might as well follow suit.

“Great. Sounds like a perfect afternoon.”

* * *

That night, after pouring over Dr. N'Jikam's information, calling and emailing his contacts in Yemen, Libya, and a Jordanian refugee camp, and a last minute phone call with one of Art's Arabic translators, the walls of their little hotel room were pressing in against both of them. Cosima's eyes hurt from differentiating tiny Arabic words from other tiny Arabic words and staring at screens, but there was one more email to write.

Dear Dr. Lacrabére,

I was directed to you by Dr. Simplice N'Jikam of Médecins Sans Frontières because

“It goes the other way.”

“Huh?”

Delphine stood behind her, one hand in her damp hair. “It's Dr. Lacrab��re, not Lacrabére. You need the accent grave, not aigu.”

“Oh. Shit. Thank you.”

Delphine walked on towards their suitcase and said, “It's not Spanish.”

“Yeah, I'm aware of that, thanks.” She finished the email, watching Delphine's eyebrows do that sarcastic little wiggle in her peripheral vision. “By the way, did you tell Dr. N'Jikam that I'm your student?”

“What?”

“He thought I was your student. Like, your graduate student or something.”

Delphine dug around her suitcase for a bottle of lotion. “I don't know why. I introduced you as my research partner. You were there when I introduced you, yes?”

“Well, yeah, but...”

“But what?”

“I dunno. It was just weird, that's all.”

“Okay.” She sat on the edge of her bed and rubbed lotion into feet. “You should take your shower now, so you're not up too late. I'm going to talk to the doctor at the clinic again tomorrow.”

Cosima refrained from replying with “yes, Dr. Cormier,” but she got up and gathered her shower things. At the bathroom door she turned back and saw Delphine massaging lotion into her left calf, her eyes closed.

The hotel bathroom was nice, with a bathtub and strong water pressure from the shower head. She let the water beat against her back, her head bowed. When she got out of the shower later, Delphine would probably be in bed. A different bed, because of course no one could know they were lovers, so they had separate twin beds. Again. Delphine's eyes would be covered, and she'd be turned away from Cosima because the light was on Cosima's side of the room. She would not want to talk, either about important topics or trivial ones. And then she would get up early in the morning to try convincing their sister here in Sousse that she needed a vaccine. And Cosima would.... what?

Maybe she'd stay in tomorrow. The forecast called for more rain, after all. She could work on her dissertation, enter more data and run some preliminary stats on them. She could go back to the restaurant and drink a couple more gallons of mint tea. She could stay in bed all day, and it wouldn't make much of a difference.

She turned off the shower and leaned against the tile wall. How long would it take for Delphine to wonder what she was doing in here, or what was taking her so long? Or was Delphine still so annoyed with her that she was happy to have Cosima out of the bedroom for a while?

The steam from the shower swirling around her, she slid down in the bathtub, her face in her hands. Tears pushed out of her eyes before she could stop them, and then she was sobbing.

A minute or so later, the door opened, and Cosima took some deep breaths to try to gain some control, hands still over her face.

“Cosima? Hey, hey, hey....” And then Delphine's hands were on her neck, and her arm was around her shoulders. “Shh... come here.”

She leaned onto Delphine's shoulder and cried some more, soaking her T-shirt and clinging to her arms with wet fingers. “I'm sorry,” she managed. “I'm sorry.”

“For what?”

“For not seeing your messages, for not knowing French better, for not helping you cure the Ledas, for everything.”

Delphine stroked her arms and her back and kissed her head. “Chérie, it's okay. I don't expect you to know French very well, and you cannot help me with the Ledas any more than you already are. You know that. You already do so much for them, anyway. And the thing with the messages was just a mistake, a misunderstanding. It's okay.”

“It didn't seem that okay earlier.”

Delphine's chest rose and fell as she sighed. “I was just... irritated earlier. That's all. I'm sorry I took it out on you.”

Cosima held on to her, nose in the crook of her neck. Delphine had some new jasmine-scented body wash that smelled okay, but didn't smell like Delphine. Cosima wanted her to smell liked Delphine again, goddammit. “I love you,” she whispered.

“I know. Je t'aime aussi.” She kissed her eyes, her lips, and the tip of her nose. “We should get you out of this tub, though.”

“Yeah, this isn't very comfortable.” She let Delphine help her out of the tub and into a towel. “Are you still mad at me?”

“No,” Delphine said. “I was, but I'm not anymore.”

She nodded. “Yeah, I was a little bit pissed at you, too.”

“Are you still?”

She shook her head and finished drying herself off. “No, not anymore. I... I can see why you were upset. I should've just kept my phone out the whole time so I'd see your messages, and...”

Delphine folded the towel in half and hung it up on the rod next to hers. “Maybe. I don't think I would've been quite so upset with you if you hadn't been talking to that girl, though, if we're being completely honest.”

“That girl?” Cosima smiled now as she pulled on her shorts. “She's, like, our age or older.”

“Oh? Is she?”

There was an edge in Delphine's voice, so Cosima put her hands on Delphine's waist. “I didn't ask, and she didn't tell me. There is nothing for you to worry about. I'm engaged to you, and nobody else.” She kissed her, but pulled back after a moment. “I mean, we are still engaged, aren't we?”

Delphine's laugh turned into a cough. “Yes, we are still engaged! Just because we can't tell everyone doesn't change that fact. Now come on, let's go to bed.”

Cosima tucked herself into bed and watched Delphine tweeze her eyebrows with the help of a pocket mirror. Delphine did that most nights, and some mornings, sometimes also yanking hairs from her nostrils in ways that made Cosima's eyes water just watching her do it. “What would your eyebrows look like if you didn't do that?” she asked.

“Euhh... let's not find out, okay?” She got one more hair from her left eyebrow and closed the mirror, then turned off the overhead light and sat on the edge of Cosima's bed, looking down at her. “I want to stay attractive for you as long as possible.”

“Yeah, same here. I mean, for myself. For you.” She wasn't terribly attractive at the moment, of course, but she wasn't going to bring that up.

Delphine rubbed Cosima's abdomen through the blankets. “I'm sorry the beds are so small.”

“It's not your fault. And it's not forever. Here.” She scooted all the way to one side and pulled the blanket back. “You can climb in for a minute if you want.”

“A minute.” Delphine stretched herself out under the heavy blankets and faced Cosima. “I think we're both very tired.”

“Yeah, and you're still sick, even if you're moving around better.” She linked her fingers with Delphine's. “I don't want you to think that I don't appreciate everything you do. For us, I mean. For all of us.”

Delphine kissed her eyes, damp again with tears. “I don't think that. I know that you do.”

“Good.”

“And I don't do any of it by myself. I couldn't do any of it by myself, and I would never want to.”

Cosima thought of Delphine earlier that day, spending hours trying to convince a clone that she had a condition that would kill her one day. “Do you want me to go to the clinic with you? To try convincing our skeptical Tunisian sister?”

Delphine gave an amused little huff. “I would like that very much, but I'm not sure it's a good idea.”

“Right. Probably not.” She tucked herself as close to Delphine as possible, angling her face so that Delphine wasn't breathing directly into her eyes. Delphine wiggled her arm so she could hold Cosima's hand between their faces.

“Of course she's allowed to refuse, but I have some ideas that might convince her.”

“Ideas that don't involve clone disclosure.”

“Of course.”

“Are we still doing our five day rule if she keeps refusing?”

Delphine groaned. “No. I think, if she refuses a second time, we let her refuse, and we move on. She'll have our information, we'll have hers, and we can always come back. I am not arguing with her for five days.”

“Fair enough. That sounds like a plan, then. We really do need to come up with a decent name for this disease, though. Maybe not tonight, but some time before we've cured everybody.”

“I've been thinking of one, actually. I thought of it today, when Inès was questioning everything I said.”

“Yeah?” Cosima propped herself up a few inches. “Can I hear it?”

“I was thinking we could call it Fitzsimmon's Carcinoma.”

Cosima remembered the chipper swim coach whose body had taught them so much about what their disease was and the ways that it couldn't be treated, and she smiled. “I like it.”

“I hoped you would.” She pulled Cosima closer and snuggled against her body. “I didn't want to name it without your permission.”

“Well, you have my enthusiastic permission to use it. I'll tell the sestras tomorrow.” She yawned into Delphine's chest and kissed her her collarbone. “Je t'aime,” she whispered.

Delphine giggled. “I love you, too. Very much.”

And with one hand tucked into Delphine's, and the fingers on her other hand hooked on the waist of Delphine's shorts, Cosima drifted off to sleep.

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Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Pairings: Adrien/Marinette Summary: Marinette sends a text to the wrong number, and things progress from there until it becomes the right one.

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January 1st – Sunday (12:04 am)

(12:04 am) My New Year’s Resolution is to make Gabriel Agreste cry.

(12:06 am) Alright, I’m happy for you, I guess?

(12:11 am) You should be! You’re the one who told me to stick it back to him!

(12:14 am) …I might have said that. That does sound like something I’d say. Can I ask a question though?

(12:16 am) How I’m gonna do it?

(12:17 am) No. Who are you?

(12:18 am) How drunk are you, Alya?! (12:19 am) Not drunk enough if I can remember that my name is, in fact, not Alya.

(12:23 am) …so I think I got the wrong number. I’m really sorry to bother you. Have a good night.

(12:30 am) But I really do want to know how you plan to make Gabriel Agreste cry sometime.

(12:41 am) Goodnight, wrong number.

(12:43 am) I’m serious.

(12:57 am) So am I.

January 1st – Sunday (1:14 pm)

(1:14 pm) So you never told me how you planned to make Gabriel Agreste cry.

(1:20 pm) Oh my god, how drunk was I last night?!

(1:22 pm) They live.

(1:23 pm) Barely.

(1:24 pm) How do I know you again?

(1:24 pm) I don’t think you do? I’m Wrong Number. You were texting me your New Year’s Resolution earlier.

(1:25 pm) …I’m too hungover to deal with this right now.

(1:26 pm) Well who’s fault is that?

(1:40 pm) …Hello?

(2:01 pm) Well this was fun.

(3:17 pm) I'm so sorry. I fell asleep. Just wanted to say I’m sorry for bothering you!

(3:20 pm) Don’t sweat it. Still hungover?

(3:22 pm) Sadly.

(3:23 pm) Well I’m perfectly sober, and still eager to know how you’re going to make the infamous Gabriel Agreste cry.

(3:30 pm) You’re too chipper for this time of morning.

(3:31 pm) Actually, it’s afternoon, and I’m bored. Bored and curious are a very dangerous combination.

(3:33 pm) You know what they say. Curiosity killed the cat.

(3:34 pm) And satisfaction brought it back.

(3:36 pm) Touché, Wrong Number.

(3:38 pm) I know my cat puns. Don’t mess with me.

(3:40 pm) Do you like cats?

(3:41 pm) I’ve got a black cat named Plagg. My socks have paw prints on them.

(3:43 pm) Mine have ladybugs.

(3:44 pm) Good for you, Ladybug.

(3:45 pm) Ladybug???

(3:46 pm) Well I need something to call you, don’t I?

(3:48 pm) I don’t think you need to call me anything. I don’t know you?

(3:50 pm) And yet you keep texting me back.

(3:51 pm) YOU started this!

(3:52 pm) If you’ll check your message history, my dear Ladybug, you’ll discover that YOU were the one who started texting ME. If anyone should be screaming Stranger Danger, it should be me.

(3:54 pm) And yet you’re not.

(3:54 pm) Like I said, I’m a curious cat.

(3:55 pm) So is that your name?

(3:55 pm) My name?

(3:56 pm) Your name, Curious Cat. Whatever you want me to call you.

(3:58 pm) Curious Cat doesn’t roll off the tongue like Ladybug does.

(3:59 pm) So what does?

(4:00 pm) Chat Noir. You can call me Chat Noir.

(4:01 pm) Well then, Chat Noir. It’s nice to meet you.

(4:03 pm) Same to you, my Lady.

(4:05 pm) Oh you’re quite the jokester, aren’t you?

(4:06 pm) It’s like you already know me.

(4:08 pm) And maybe not. Anyway, it was nice to meet you, Chat Noir. Sorry for bothering you again.

(4:08 pm) No bother at all, Ladybug.

(4:09 pm) Have a great day then?

(4:10 pm) Until next time, my Lady.

(4:11 pm) There’s not gonna be a next time.

(4:12 pm) We’ll see. Someday you’re gonna tell me how you plan to make Gabriel Agreste cry.

(4:14 pm) Why do you even care?

(4:17 pm) I know it doesn’t make sense, but believe me. I have a reason to be invested in this.

(4:19 pm) Goodbye, Chat Noir.

(4:20 pm) See ya, Ladybug.

January 5th—Thursday (11:12 am)

(11:12 am) Okay hypothetically, how would YOU make your boss cry?

(11:12 am) I ask for purely research purposes.

(11:16 am) Hello, Wrong Number.

(11:17 am) Hi, so how would I do this?

(11:19 am) What’s going on again?

(11:19 am) Remember how I was gonna make Gabriel Agreste cry?

(11:20 am) No, because if I remember, you refused to tell me your plans.

(11:21 am) Well… then you should’ve asked!

(11:22 am) I did.

(11:22 am) Many times.

(11:24 am) Okay, well, okay that’s not the point! I didn’t text you to listen to you complain.

(11:25 am) Why are you texting me?

(11:27 am) He made another designer cry.

(11:28 am) Gabriel Agreste?

(11:29 am) Yes. Keep up.

(11:29 am) So he made another designer cry. Okay, got it.

(11:31 am) So anyway, I’m really tired of him being so harsh all the time. I get that he’s the boss and what he says goes, but he’s completely tearing these people down when they’ve got some really good ideas. I wish he’d just listen to them for one second.

(11:33 am) Sounds like you don’t agree with his opinions.

(11:34 am) Right.

(11:34 am) But isn’t he a professional?

(11:37 am) I’m not saying that he doesn’t know his stuff. He’s one of the best fashion designers in the world, and it’s a miracle I got to come on his team for the semester anyway, but that doesn’t make it right.

(11:39 am) The fashion industry is tough.

(11:40 am) You sound like you know it. You work in fashion?

(11:41 am) No, but I’m pretty familiar with it.

(11:43 am) Oh.

(11:45 am) What about you?

(11:45 am) What about me?

(11:46 am) Do you work in fashion?

(11:47 am) Something like that.

(11:48 am) Are you always going to be so mysterious, Ladybug?

(11:49 am) Takes one to know one, Chat Noir. ;)

(11:51 am) ....An emoji? We’ve graduated to emojis. That’s good to know.

(11:53 am) What? You don’t like emojis?

(11:54 am) Emojis are like Level 3 Friendship.

(11:55 am) I see.

(11:56 am) I’m just saying, we’re Level 2 at best.

(11:57 am) You mean strangers.

(11:59 am) Well… I wouldn’t go that far.

(12:03 pm) You're right though. We are strangers. We don’t know each other.

(12:05 pm) I mean you could a serial killer for all I know.

(12:07 pm) Now that you mention it…

(12:08 pm) Maybe you ARE a serial killer and plan to make Gabriel Agreste cry through a slow, painful death?

(12:10 pm) Now there’s an idea.

(12:12 pm) …Please don’t.

(12:13 pm) Thanks, Chat Noir.

(12:14 pm) …Anytime, Ladybug.

January 5th—Thursday (12:15 pm)

(12:15 pm) NINO. Okay, hypothetically, how do I tell my dad I might have sent a serial killer after him?

(12:23 pm) Do I even wanna know, dude?

(12:24 pm) Probably not.

(12:28 pm) Good luck.

(12:31 pm) I’m gonna need it.

January 6th—Friday (9:02 pm)

(9:02 pm) Thanks for the idea, but I’m happy to say that I won’t be killing Gabriel Agreste anytime soon.

(9:07 pm) Found another way to make him cry?

(9:09 pm) He didn’t cry, but it was close.

(9:10 pm) What did you do?!

(9:12 pm) We were going over some new designs, and I told him his stitch was off.

(9:14 pm) I’m surprised you didn’t get fired.

(9:14 pm) Lemme tell you, so was I.

(9:16 pm) But obviously you weren’t.

(9:17 pm) I wasn’t.

(9:18 pm) So… what happened?

(9:22 pm) He got really quiet and told me it was meant to be that way. He stared at it for a little bit and then went over and whispered to his assistant Nathalie to schedule a meeting with his seamstress. Then he dismissed me.

(9:25 pm) That sounds about right.

(9:29 pm) And then he called me back to his office later and offered me a job.

(9:29 pm) I… what?

(9:30 pm) Yeah.

(9:31 pm) Gabriel Agreste offered YOU a job?

(9:33 pm) Well you don’t have to sound so surprised.

(9:35 pm) No! No! No! I just meant…

(9:36 pm) I meant congratulations.

(9:39 pm) Thanks, Chat Noir.

(9:41 pm) Well did you accept it?

(9:42 pm) I’m only an intern right now.

(9:44 pm) So?

(9:47 pm) I don’t know.

(9:48 pm) Look I’m not gonna call you stupid for not taking it right away.

(9:49 pm) This is a big decision!

(9:49 pm) Gabriel Agreste doesn’t just offer jobs to people. It doesn’t happen.

(9:50 pm) So?

(9:52 pm) I’m just saying, if you get a chance, take it.

(9:53 pm) …Hmm.

(9:55 pm) Whatever you decide, good job with Gabriel, I guess.

(9:56 pm) Thanks.

(9:58 pm) Anytime, Ladybug.

(11:02 pm) You know it’s funny.

(11:03 pm) What is?

(11:06 pm) A week ago, I drunk dialed the wrong number. And now I’ve got a job offer from one of the most prestigious fashion designers in Paris, maybe even the whole world, my boss made ME cry today, and my drunk dial turned out to be the best thing that happened to me this week.

(11:08 pm) Does this mean we’re Level 2 friends now?

(11:09 pm) How about just acquaintances for now? You could still be a serial killer for all I know.

(11:10 pm) I’ll take it. ;)

(11:12 pm) …Thanks, Chat Noir.

(11:14 pm) Anytime, Ladybug, anytime.

(11:17 pm) I’m heading to bed. Talk to you later?

(11:18 pm) Sounds like a plan.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ml fic #adrinette #adrienette #my writing #my fic #spotty connections #wrong number au

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lotsofdogs · 6 years ago

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PBF Baby #2: Pregnancy Weeks 32-34

Hello!! As I near the end of my pregnancy (I hit 35 weeks on Monday!), I wanted to switch things up on the blog a bit and dive into a little more detail in my pregnancy recaps because I feel like so much is happening and changing and I don’t want to forget it. Also, I’ve been referencing my weekly pregnancy recaps from my pregnancy with Chase like crazy lately and am beginning to miss sharing so much about this exciting time, especially now that we’re so close to our due date and everything is starting to hit me and feel so real. Our baby is due in just over 30 days and it feels like the clock is really ticking! Rather than the monthly pregnancy recaps I’ve been sharing, I’m planning to share bi-weekly updates up until delivery.

Here are my past updates from this pregnancy if you’re just catching up:

A Miracle On The Way

The First and Second Trimester (So Far)

PBF Baby #2: Pregnancy Weeks 20-23

PBF Baby #2: Pregnancy Weeks 24-27

PBF Baby #2: Pregnancy Weeks 28-31

What I’m Going To Pack In My Hospital Bag

And you may also check out all of my weekly pregnancy updates from my first pregnancy on the Pregnancy page of this blog.

Also, I know I’ve said this time and time again on this blog, but if you are not in a place where reading about pregnancy is good for your heart, I get it and I am sending you so much love. I don’t want to be the source of heartache for any of you and encourage you to please skip the blog posts you need to skip, take a break from this blog if you need a break and take care of yourself.

Baby Updates

(34 Week Baby Bump)

At 34 weeks, baby is the size of a butternut squash and typically weighs in at around 4 pounds 7 ounces.

At my 32-week prenatal appointment with a maternal and fetal medicine specialist, the doctor estimated our little one is already up to 4 pounds 12 ounces and I’m measuring a bit ahead. I am so curious about the size of our baby right now because my belly growth, belly shape and weight gain all vary quite a bit from my pregnancy with Chase. I’m definitely bigger all around and my belly shape is more of a high basketball as opposed to a long, low belly.

Weight Gained

Currently hovering around 27-30 pounds which is 5-8 pounds more than I weighed at this point with Chase.

Workouts

(33 Week Bump!)

Workouts are a bit all over the place right now as I am just really trying to listen to my body. On days when I feel tired or more nauseated than usual in the mornings, I’ll take a rest day or just go for a walk. This seems to happen three or four days a week right now so I’m making it to the gym or doing a workout at home the other three or four days. You may see what a full week of workouts looked like for me at 33 weeks pregnant in this post: Weekly Workouts: 33 Weeks Pregnant. Favorite workouts continue to include modified Burn Boot Camp workouts (I am skipping most cardio and plyometric days) and circuit-style strength training. I’ve also found a handful of YouTube workout videos that range anywhere from 10-20 minutes that I am loving lately for my random at home workouts! The Tone It Up Bikini Arms Workout is one of my favs for a quick arm burner.

Symptoms

Nausea. Ooph! It’s back with a vengeance right now and I find myself feeling nauseated more often than not in the mornings. Most times I’m able to get ahead of it by eating something immediately upon waking, but 3-4 days a week it will linger through the early afternoon no matter what or how often I eat.

I’ve also noticed that as my belly gets bigger, the shortness of breath I began experiencing a few weeks ago is increasing like crazy! The smallest things will leave me feeling ridiculously winded right now like walking up a very small hill or a flight of stairs… or even simply bending over to pick something up! The belly is a force – I still remember thinking it should be way squishier and more malleable during my first pregnancy – and it definitely fights back when I bend over or squat down these days.

I feel like every day I don’t experience severe sacroiliac or sciatic joint pain, I count my blessings because that was, without a doubt, the most frustrating and painful symptom I experienced in my first pregnancy. I am so grateful it happened before I had a toddler to chase around because I’m not sure what I would do if I couldn’t walk without feeling a stabbing pain in my butt and lower back. I am experiencing minor lower back pain on my right side – more like a quick stab of pain if I stand up after I’ve been sitting or laying down for an extended period of time – but it usually happens at the end of the day and stretching and massaging the spot helps a lot.

I’m also still experiencing occasional calf and foot cramps but introducing Natural Calm into my nightly routine seems to have made a difference and helped decrease their frequency.

Food Aversions

Nothing is really too off-putting to me at the moment, but sometimes when I eat a lot of vegetables or a salad, I’ll feel almost repulsed after the meal is over. I can eat it and it tastes good while I eat, but thinking back about what I ate will occasionally make me feel pukey. So strange! I also tend to be much hungrier in the mornings and afternoons and feel almost indifferent toward food around dinnertime. Smaller evening meals are my friend.

Food Cravings

(34-Week Belly Bump Snack Shelf!)

Fruit, especially watermelon, bananas and citrus, chocolate (<—this often feels like a NEED more than a want) and cereal. I’m also eating a lot of oatmeal, random slices of bread, avocado, yogurt and cottage cheese.

Sleep

Oh sleep, you are a tricky beast. Sleep is on and off and extremely unpredictable around here. I’ve struggled with pregnancy-related insomnia a lot this time around and sometimes it totally kicks my butt (I cannot fall asleep until 3 a.m.) and other nights I’ll fall asleep quickly but wake up for hours and hours in the middle of the night. And then, inevitably, I’ll be blessed with a night or two of decent sleep and it will be AMAZINGGG and I want to wake up high-fiving everyone around me. I also wake up constantly in the night to pee (we’re talking five times at least) but I’ve been that way for months.

I am still 100 percent in love with my Snoogle and don’t know what I’d do without it from a comfort standpoint. I am hugged up on that monstrosity ALL night long!

Any Baby/Pregnancy Related Purchases?

I still haven’t bought much of anything this pregnancy! I am grateful for the sprinkles my aunt and my friends hosted for our little one so I feel pretty good to go on the diaper and wipes front but I need to take some time to stock up on post-delivery self care essentials (Tucks Witch Hazel Pads, Perineal Irrigation Bottle, Dermoplast Pain Relieving Spray, Extra Heavy Pads, etc.).

I’d love to get a jump start on setting up our baby’s nursery but know that our baby will be sleeping in our room with us for months so I’m having a hard time feeling particularly motivated. Ryan moved all of our home gym stuff out of the room that will be our baby’s nursery and into the garage so now that the room is an empty space/diaper staging area, I am feeling the itch to begin decorating but want to know our baby’s sex before going all out!

And these aren’t necessarily brand new purchases, but I’ve been getting a lot of wear out of the following bump-friendly clothing over the course of the past few weeks:

Flounce Sleeve Wrap Dress (I have this in pink and a dusty blue color and wore it to my baby sprinkle and on a date night with Ryan! It’s not maternity but accommodates the bump well. I ordered a size up from my pre-pregnancy size.)

Lululemon Align Pant (I will sing the praises of these pants for eternity! I now have two pairs and wash them immediately after wearing because I don’t want to ever be without a clean pair right now. I have them in my pre-pregnancy size and they are stretchy enough to work well over my belly!)

ASOS Maternity Romper (I wasn’t sure this purchase would be a hit but I love it! Great for dressing up with a funky bralette – you can see it here on a recent date night – or throwing on over a bathing suit for a comfy cover-up.)

Victoria’s Secret V-Neck Tee (A pregnancy fav from my first pregnancy! I have this tee in FIVE colors. I just sized up two sizes from my pre-pregnancy size and it works great with the belly and postpartum for a relaxed fit v-neck tee!)

ASOS Maternity Cold Shoulder Top (Love the feminine look of this top that doesn’t scream “maaaternity!!!”)

Belly Button In or Out?

My belly button is definitely out right now but not overly noticeable through clothing.

Boy or Girl Thoughts and Name Ideas

We’re all beginning to get hone in on whether we think we’re having a boy or a girl right now and it’s SO much fun! I am seriously loving every second of not knowing and this truly shocks me because I never thought I’d want to be surprised in a million years. Right now, Chase and I are pretty much the only two people who think I’m having a boy. Ryan, the vast majority of our friends and our families are all convinced we’re having a girl. I will just have to laugh if we end up having a girl and Chase and I are the only two people who thought boy. And no, Chase hasn’t wavered on his thoughts on the baby’s sex even one time. He tells everyone I’m having a boy with such certainty and I’m pretty sure that if we end up having a girl we’ll just tell him “the baby is here!” and break the news that it’s a girl slooowly… Haha!

As far as names go, we’re still pretty clueless. Ah! There is one boy name Ryan and I both love and agree on but there are a few things holding us back from committing to it, namely because it makes us think of a certain television show character. (I’ll definitely fill you in on the name later whether we use it or not!) When it comes to a girl name, we have a couple we like but nothing finite just yet. And, truthfully, I could see us veering from our current list of frontrunners completely… Clearly we are ALL over the place with names right now.

Feeling…

I’m beginning to find myself spending more and more time thinking about birth. I was almost always measuring behind with Chase and he was such a little peanut when he was born, so I’m curious what it will be like to birth a bigger baby since my labor with Chase was so fast and relatively easy. I’m hoping the fact that this will be my second delivery will work in my favor and really hope my body remembers what to do because the whole childbirth part of having a baby still admittedly freaks me out a bit! I’m 10,000 times better with needles and medical things than I was before I became pregnant with Chase but I still get queasy relatively easy and feel like a bit of a baby myself about the whole thing. Thankfully there’s no better motivation going into labor than knowing I’ll finally be able to meet the baby I already love so much! I am SO ridiculously excited for that moment!!

Another thing I’m feeling is a lot of mixed emotions surrounding my final few weeks of one-on-one time with Chase.

I wrote a lot more about these feelings on this Instagram post and it was so, so helpful to hear from so many of you who have been there and experienced the same rollercoaster of emotions before welcoming your second baby into the world. I’m hoping to plan a few special Mom and Chase dates where we do something unique and fun together before our baby arrives and hope to continue to really focus on soaking up every moment of special time with my firstborn before it becomes more challenging to give him undivided attention.

Also, I cannot help but wonder how my relationship with Ryan will change once a second child enters the picture.

With Chase, it was relatively easy for both of us to hang out with our tiny baby and spend time together when Chase was sleeping on the weekends but I know that won’t be possible when when we have a baby and an energetic toddler in the mix who needs attention and activity. I LOVE our family time and know things will evolve naturally but it’s hard not to picture chaotic bed times and one of us handling one child while the other handles the other child and limited time to really be together in an intentional way. I’d absolutely LOVE to hear thoughts from those of you who have been through this before… How did your relationship change with two kids in the mix? Was there anything you did to make the transition easier? I remember communication becoming even more pivotal after Chase was born and telling Ryan what I need from him rather than just hoping he’ll know or figure it out was crucial.

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chelsdavisart · 7 years ago

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Enderal Character Ask + Expression Practice

Drawing Mom and thinking about what a full-blooded Arazalean person might look like led to me trying to figure out what a half Arazalean person might look like... so I put some more work into Wren’s design. Had lots of fun. Enderal Character Ask – Fill it out yourself or reblog as is to use as an ask meme.

Have fun! <3

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1. The basics – name, age, etc… Wren Peakdasher, age 27, she/her. The last name she chose to replace one she hated.

2. Describe their appearance. Half Arazalean, 5’6” tall, athletic build; dark, eternally messy hair. Gray-ish blue-ish eyes. She bears her mother’s sharp features (dulled by her Nehrimese blood) and her father’s coloration. She has ample arms and hips; minimal chest.

(Blank survey here; the rest of my answers are under the cut.)

3. How do they like to dress? Wren dresses for comfort and practicality. She doesn't like to wear garments which restrict her movement. She’d be really into sweaters. She likes pretty things, but wearing them is rare.

4. Do they have any markings (scars, tattoos, birthmarks)? Wren has an old, blurry tattoo on the inside of her left wrist- the crest of her owner.

5. What are they like?: Neutral good. Wren is extremely reserved around most people. She /hates/ crowds. She will often flinch at unexpected touch. When she is angry, she becomes quiet and cold. Please don’t yell at her. Loves the outdoors- absolutely would sleep in the woods every night if the local wildlife in Enderal wasn’t going crazy. She’s stubborn. She can forget that she needs to take care of herself- she’s inclined to get the job done without rest. When someone has stuck around her long enough, or takes the shortcut of showing intentional interest in her thoughts, Comfortable Wren™ is unlocked. She laughs! She jokes! She offers pretty things! She protects, trusts, and forgives!

6. How would they describe themselves? Who’s asking?

7. Education level? She has a street education. She can read and do basic maths. She likes ideas. It’s very important to her that each person be able to hold their own ideas- and that those should not be controlled by another person. One of her strengths is a high level of emotional intelligence. She is good at reading and understanding people. Motivation is very important to her.

8. What are they proud of in themselves? What are they embarrassed about? Wren’s very good at running and she’s pretty proud of that. She’s good at survival, as well. She’s embarrassed of how she pushes herself too far. Mostly because it means admitting to other people that she has limits, but also because it means she has to recover, which takes longer than just resting in the first place.

9. Do they know any languages other than Inal? She learned some sign language as part of one of her odd jobs for the Creator’s Temple, some more for communicating silently with Sirius. She knows mostly very polite and very rude signs.

10. What, if any, aspects of their mother’s culture influenced them growing up? Her lullabies were the ones her mother learned on the Steppes of Arazeal. She still hums them when she’s nervous or comforting others. A very simplified version of her mother’s philosophy sank in. “People should be able to decide for themselves what they believe.”

11. Name a song (or a few) that remind you of them. ...I have an enormous playlist for her. Of note… Big Houses by Squalloscope Open by Regina Spektor Run Boy Run by Woodkid Twenty Seven by MS MR Blindness by Metric Rabbit Heart by Florence + The Machine

12. Speaking of songs, can they sing? What is their voice like? How about instruments? She hums to herself and she doesn’t sing around other people unless they’re very safe. Not sure how it sounds.

13. What was their life like before coming to Enderal? Wren’s family burned when she was quite young. She survived on her own for a couple of months, but was scooped up by slavers. She was given her master’s surname, Guthran. She does not remember her father’s name and doesn’t care to. She was an absolute terror of a child after being enslaved. She still has a foul mouth and a defiant streak. Wren hunted rats in warehouses as a child and, when old enough to go out, graduated to hunting game for her master’s table. The sense of freedom this job gave her was vital. She was able to keep herself happy that way.

14. How did they decide to leave Nehrim? During the revolt, Wren was obliged to protect her master. She thought she was going to die, but she didn't. She decided then that if she got a chance to get out, she’d take it. That chance came two years later.

15. Describe their relationship with Sirius. They became friends when they hunted rats together in the warehouses. They helped each other stay alive in the hard times, celebrate the good times, and cope with the weird times.

16. Who do they blame for what happened to their family? The Lightborn, indirectly. Directly, the men she saw that day.

17. Apart from stowing away, have they ever broken the law? She’s an escaped slave, for one. Other than that… yeah, probably. But only the dumb laws.

18. How honest are they? Under what circumstances would they lie? She is honest when that is needed and dishonest when that is needed. There are a lot of things more important than the correct answer to “which way did they go?”

19. Worst memory(s)? Best memory(s)? Worst memory, aside from her family burning: her entire adolescence. Good lord. Best memory: recently drew this one. Making daisy chains with her mother one afternoon, listening to stories of Arazeal and talking about how they’d go back together.

20. Fight, or flight? FLIGHT

21. Describe their combat style. Sneaky pew pew

22. Have they ever killed before? What is their reaction to combat? Wren has killed before and she hates it. That’s why she prefers ranged- it’s less of a sickeningly tactile engagement with her prey.

23. How do they react to having magical abilities? Do they use them? “Well shit, that’s weird. Oh gods why does it hurt?” She does not like using magic. She avoids the school of restoration entirely- gives her a headache.

24. What do they think of Enderal? It’s gorgeous. She wants to explore /all of it./ She heard a rumor that there might be an actual real dragon somewhere and she is SO EXCITED. She was delighted to learn that there technically is no slavery here. Well. There’s nothing that is /called/ “slavery” here. Let’s be honest with ourselves- there are slaves. Wren is severely disappointed to find that crucifixion is practiced here. Crosses freak her out and she does not like that she keeps running into them.

25. Did they do the Biggest Egg Hunt Ever quest? HECK YES SHE DID. IT WAS AMAZING.

26. How do they feel about joining the Order? What do they think of Arantheal? That was very “no.” She did not like joining The Order. She does not want to represent the damn Lightborn. She thought she didn’t have a choice, but then Jespar got to stay without doing the quest? Rude? Tealor Arantheal is a big, old guy who thinks he knows what’s best for everyone and he’s got a lot of pride in his bones. He was nice enough at first, but he just kept getting worse. He does not have the same values as Wren- not even in the same neighborhood- and she does not like him at all.

27. What is their opinion of the gods (or lack thereof)? “The gods” watched as horror after horror took place in her home. “The gods” watched as the men from the so-called temple burned her family while she hid. They did nothing to stop it- not even for sister. These “gods” allowed her to be enslaved and they laughed at her every hardship. If they were gods, if they were even real- good riddance to them. The world could use a few less “gods” like that. This is an opinion she keeps to herself.

28. Wine, or pipe? Pipe. She started while friends with Sirius; uses it as a kind of escape.

29. Do they spare or arrest Hallys, the farmer-turned-bandit in the quest, Deus Ex Machina? Why? She freed Hallys and returned the money to the food bank. He made a stupid choice. That doesn’t mean his family deserves to starve.

30. What are their feelings and opinions about the Undercity? Wren belongs in the Undercity. If she didn’t have this Prophet shit going on, she’d have been immediately shuffled down there with the rest of the people Ark doesn’t care about. Wren is very angry about the Undercity. If she ever actually gets in a fight with Arantheal, it will be over the Undercity and its people.

31. How do they react to the beggars of Ark? Wren stops to give them a coin if she has some. She might not have much, but that little bit could mean a great deal to them. She doesn’t need a lot, anyway.

32. Where and how do they spend their time when in Ark? Wren wanders a lot when in the city. She likes to find the quiet places.

33. What would they do with three wishes? Not be the prophet. Save the world somehow while not being the prophet. Turn Arantheal’s stupid beard green.

34. How do they feel about death? Do they fear it? She has a working relationship with death. There have been some very uncertain times in her life. She doesn’t fear death as much as she fears pain.

35. What (else) do they fear? Pain for herself and for those she cares about. Loneliness. Her dreams.

36. Do they have any secrets? Several! For example, she hides her tattoo under her gloves. She does not utter that horrid name. She does not admit to anyone that she is anything other than free.

37. How is their behavior around people they like? People they dislike? Warm, and cold. She becomes more physically affectionate toward people she's comfortable with. Hugs and such. She is extremely withdrawn from those she dislikes and she doesn't care to hide it.

38. What is their relationship with the companions? Who, if anyone, did your prophet romance? Calia quickly takes on a “younger sister” role in Wren’s life. Wren loves Calia dearly and would change the stars if she could to make her happy. They have different beliefs, but similar values. Wren respects the heck out of Calia and will fight anyone who tries to get in the girl’s way. Wren’s relationship with Jespar is better described as a “bromance.” Good times, challenging each other to be better, late night conversations about life- that kind of thing. They have different values at times, but are able to talk about those differences. They come to respect each other. Wren is very fond of him, but is unlikely to understand this as attraction without someone else’s help (Wren is on the asexuality spectrum). So- if he brings it up, maybe they will get together. If not, she’ll still be happy. Hopefully, he will be happy, too.

39. Was there any non-companion character that they were close to? That they particularly disliked? Lishari- Wren formed a quick friendship with her. They had a lot in common and Wren felt she could trust her. Firespark- Wren didn’t know she needed a sassy uncle, but she really did, and she treasured every insult. He gave a shit about her when others would have sent her straight to the Undercity and she’s grateful. Archmagister Merrayil- He is very patient with Wren’s frequent questions and, though he is a very busy person, he always takes time to chat. Magistra Yaela- honestly, what a joy of a person. There’s just something special about people who talk about their field with passion. Kurmai- Wren really liked Kurmai. They bonded over eggs. It was good. Why, dude, why?

40. How do they feel about myrads? YES. VERY YES. Wren’s favorite myrad is the angel who nests in South Ark. She goes to talk to this myrad when she is sad or can’t sleep.

41. What dreams or ambitions did they have before coming to Enderal? What about afterwards? Survival, honestly, is pretty near the top for all of this. But also- she just wants to make things a little less shitty for other people if she can. She couldn’t help before. Maybe she can now.

42. Do they like cities? Or do they prefer the country? Is there a region of Enderal that they like or dislike more than the others? NO to cities. Wren absolutely loves the Goldenforst. It’s so beautiful. She’s built a hunting cabin there. It’s so great. She would live there all the time if she could.

43. What do they do to lower their considerable stress? Enjoy a pipe, escape to the outdoors, watch the stars, look at flowers… that kind of thing.

44. Describe their perfect day off. See the previous question. Honestly, she wishes she had more time to explore.

45. List three of their favorite things. Three things they hate? She loves flowers. Her other favorite things fluctuate, but flowers will always make her happy. The things she hates are concepts more than things, but… Arantheal's stupid beard makes the list.

46. What’s in their pockets? A few pennies, a wrapped lump of wax, something to tie her hair back, the crumbs of many flower petals.

47. Pets? Mounts? Treasured possessions? Wren loves that myrad so much. So much. She treasures every gift that's been given to her and has stashed all of them away safely.

48. How are their cooking skills? She's very good with stews. Mostly foods you'd cook while camping.

49. Do you consider any particular quest or side quest to be definitive for your prophet? Which one(s) and why? The artist quest, with the witch and the witch hunter, was troubling for Wren. She would have heard about the witch hunter's murders in Arazeal from her mother a cautionary tale. “Don't trust people too quickly.” She hesitates too much, eventually looking away as the witch hunter dies. She makes sure the witch stops her practice, then walks back to Ark. Not a good day.

50. How forgiving are they? For example, if they were yelled at in a brothel after searching high and low for this little sh*t, how would they react? With that particular little shit, in that particular situation, she's very forgiving. She knew he was in pain. She thought he was gone for good when he left. They were fine as soon as he showed up. She was just grateful for his safety. With those who are not her safe people, she's not as easy to forgive.

51. What do they think of the Veiled Woman? Some fear, some anger- all overwhelmed by gratitude and respect. She has a lot more caution for the Veiled Woman than for the High Ones. The fear is because Wren can't understand what her motivations might be. How could she spend so much time explaining the nature of time and space without wanting something in return?

52. If they had been a victim of one of the black stones, how would it have affected them? What would they have used its power to accomplish? This would have resulted in a lot of dead nobles, if we're being honest with ourselves. She would have tried to solve the problem of the Undercity somehow.

53. What was their reaction to the Black Guardian’s revelations? Do they accept or reject his offer? Wren had been having doubts about her nature since the Living Temple. She believed the Black Guardian. It just made sense. She knew what needed to be done, though… She decided against the idea to let humanity be harvested. But then she tried to help the Guardian and *that* was a mistake.

54. How does their story end? Humanity does not need to change. To choose to remake humans without pride, without sin… Wren feels this would remove something essential from humanity. Humans are awful and good and flawed and beautiful and that's perfect. Wren needs to trust that people can solve this problem. Now that they know the game, she is sure they can win. Humans don't need to change- the high ones need to die. Wren knocks the stones out of place by using her bow like a baseball bat.

55. Do they change over the course of the story? In what ways? She becomes more confident and less afraid.

56. Anything else you’d like to share about them? When Wren is very tired, her Ostian accent gets very strong, even to the point of becoming unintelligible. Home for her is not in places. She feels at home with her safe people.

57. Bonus: For you- what are you most excited for in Forgotten Stories? I'm very excited to learn more about the Veiled Woman. Getting more insight into the Rhalatta will also be really cool…. And new companion? Agh, I'm excited for everything.

#Enderal character ask #enderal #Wren Peakdasher #character ask #sketch #expression #character design

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meetmeatthecoda · 7 years ago

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New fic: Hallow

Hey guys! :D I wrote some fluffy, Halloween-themed fanfic! Is there plot? Nope. But who cares? :’D It’s more of a drabble than anything else, I guess. Just some fun and fluff. Rated T, I guess, if you’re being generous. Just some smooching, nothing serious :) I just tried to make it cute! :D It’s also posted on my Ao3 and FF.net profile if you prefer reading on there :) So yeah, enjoy, and feel free to let me know what you think!! :D Much love and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! :D <33

“Trick or treat!”

A giggling group of young children stand in a huddle in front of Red and Lizzie’s apartment door, smiling brightly in their costumes, candy buckets extended.

“Well, hi there, guys! Wow, you all look great!” Lizzie showers the happy children with praise, straightening the princess's tiara and adjusting the ghost's sheet, while Red tries not to stare adoringly at her and instead offers the big bowl, decorated with ghosts and filled to the brim with candy, to the children.

This is Red and Lizzie’s first Halloween living together as a couple in their adorable, new apartment which is appropriately adorned with flickering, battery-powered candles, plastic pumpkins, and fake cobwebs. (But Lizzie had firmly ousted any form of spider, fake or alive.) They had also spent yesterday afternoon baking orange and green cupcakes and cookies for no other reason than to enjoy some sweet treats and each other’s company.

(Lizzie had gotten particular enjoyment out of repeatedly dotting his face and neck with bright orange buttercream frosting – “It’s a lovely color on you, Ray, really.” – and then licking it off. He couldn’t find it in himself to protest. And he made sure to pay her back in kind later.)

So, they’ve spent the last few days in wonderful companionship, Lizzie taking off work and Red cancelling his appointments, celebrating the holiday with food and scary movies. And Red simply couldn't be happier. Certainly, every day with Lizzie is a gift that he doesn't feel he deserves but the holidays are truly something special. Especially since these are their first ones together.

Red now glances at Lizzie out of the corner of his eye, watching as she makes sure that every child’s candy bucket is filled at least half way, and tries not to look obviously love-struck. But he can’t help but find her absolutely adorable in her costume.

Lizzie had decided to keep it simple this year and opted for the wildly popular, yet somehow not overdone, ‘kitty cat’. She is dressed in all black in thick leggings, a mini skirt, and a soft sweater and her feline look is completed with black cat ears. She also took great pains in front of the mirror earlier in applying cat eye makeup and whiskers. (Red loves how the extra black makeup accentuates her baby blue irises.)

Red manages to break his gaze away from her, not without difficultly, and turns to look out the window at the black night sky, his thoughts turning to past Halloweens. He has never made a big deal out of the holiday and he certainly never put much effort into costumes. The only joy he has ever gotten from this day was taking Jennifer trick-or-treating. He always took much more care with her costume then he ever did with his own. He would spend hours trying to get her hair just right and go to every store to find all the components for an authentic costume. He himself would only dress up if she needed a costume partner. (One year, they went as salt and pepper and it is one of Red's most cherished memories.)

However, those times are long gone and Red has long since accepted that. But Lizzie and her boundless enthusiasm have done much to renew his vigor for the holiday in a different but still wonderful way and he is grateful for that. So, in a moment of tenderness – or perhaps foolishness, he thinks ruefully – he had told her that she could pick his costume this year.

The resulting squeal of delight had been deafening and he had smiled good naturedly, happy to have pleased her. And anything that made Lizzie that happy, he was sure he would enjoy too.

She had taken several days to mull over his costume, putting a lot more serious thought into it than he expected, going through several different ideas and hours of internet searches, before finally settling next to him on the couch one evening last week and announcing her decision: Superman.

He had simply blinked at her. “But why, Lizzie?” he had asked, quite perplexed because no costume, as far as he was aware, could be more unsuitable for him.

“Because I couldn't find any suits of armor.” She had answered simply, smiling at him in a way he didn’t understand.

So, Red had continued to stare at her, starting to worry a little for her sanity, before she sighed and moved to perch herself on his lap, looking deeply into his eyes.

“You're my knight in shining armor, Ray, even if you don't see yourself that way.” She had whispered to him, eyes full of warmth and sincerity. “And, in the absence of a welder to make a suit of armor, I think Superman is a pretty good alternative.” She had smiled in that way again and he found himself smiling back, overwhelmed with love for her. “And it’s a chance to see that fine ass in some tights.” She had added, pecking him on the lips.

“Lizzie,” he had stated firmly, letting her slip off his lap. “I refuse to wear tights. No one can want to see that, even you.”

“I beg to differ!” she had gasped, turning back to him and pressing a hand to her heart. “And, besides, you said I get to pick your costume and that means all of it!”

“Evidently I should have laid down some ground rules.” He had said. “I’m drawing the line at tights, Lizzie. No ifs, ands, or buts.”

She had struggled for a long moment, mouth twitching, before losing the battle and bursting out in giggles at his unintentional pun. He had chuckled along with her and, with some effort, managed to ignore her wide, pleading eyes, which she knows are usually his undoing. Eventually she had given up, sighing dramatically but accepting that she was essentially fighting a losing battle. She had consented to Red’s ‘no tights’ rule but made sure to ensure full jurisdiction over every other aspect of his costume.

(And she had ‘ensured’ such privileges by distracting him with kisses and touches until he didn’t have the presence of mind to say any word other than ‘yes’. An effective method, he must admit.)

But thankfully, she didn’t have anything nearly as humiliating as tights in mind because here is Red, handing out candy to excited young children dressed in his favorite pair of comfy blue jeans, a soft t-shirt with the Superman emblem on it, and a red cape Lizzie had bought and carefully attached to the shoulders of his t-shirt.

(Lizzie learned how to sew in high school. And if it means that Red can learn little facts like this about her, then he will wear any manner of ridiculous costume that she requests.

Except tights.)

He privately thinks that he makes a pretty pathetic Superman but, earlier, when he came out of the bedroom in his costume, Lizzie’s eyes had lit up and she’d moved in close, draping her arms about his shoulders, cooing over how handsome he looked and kissing him with enough abandon that he really couldn’t complain.

He is shaken out of these pleasant memories by Lizzie calling good bye to the gaggle of trick-or-treaters and he quickly waves after the children, who are skipping happily down the hall with their spoils.

“This is fun, isn’t it?” Lizzie closes the apartment door and turns to him, all smiles.

Red can’t help but agree. His favorite part of the night so far has been seeing Lizzie interacting with the children. She’s so wonderful with them, kind and motherly but firm and strong when she needs to be. He feels an all too familiar pang of remorse.

Lizzie would be such a wonderful mother, the perfect balance to his parenting style of ‘spoil like crazy’. She would gladly be the sensible parent but would also take every opportunity to shower their child with praise and love and affection whenever she could.

He sighs. Sometimes he wishes so desperately that they could have children together. And they could, of course, but they both know it would not be wise with their situation and his criminal status. Neither of them could live with the knowledge that they put their child in danger.

He sighs again.

“You all right, Ray?” Lizzie murmurs, rubbing his arm. “Do you wanna call it a night?”

Red pulls himself together. He won’t let these morbid thoughts ruin their first Halloween together.

(Besides, if Red’s learned one thing in life, it’s never say never.)

He turns to Lizzie.

“Call it a night?” he repeats incredulously. “Lizzie, please, it’s barely seven. I’m not that old yet, thank you very much.” He teases her with a smile on his lips and tickling fingers at her waist.

She laughs and squirms in his arms and he laughs a deep laugh before she smothers it by enthusiastically pressing her lips to his.

(Of all the wonderful aspects of their relationship, working and romantic, this part is the most effortless.)

They kiss until they are interrupted by the doorbell ringing again. They pull away reluctantly, gazing at each other wordlessly for a moment before they come back to themselves. Lizzie giggles and wipes some of her lipstick off his face and Red smirks and adjusts her sweater to cover her midriff again where he pushed it up a little too far.

They smile at one another.

After a final smoothing of her hair, Lizzie opens the door, revealing another group of trick-or-treaters, this time including a vampire and a mad scientist.

“Trick-or-treat!”

The night goes on like this, the influx of trick-or-treaters reaching its peak around eight-thirty and starting to taper off somewhere around ten. Red and Liz share intermittent moments in between trick-or-treaters behind their closed door, kissing or talking or snagging their favorite treats out of the candy bowl.

(Black licorice for her and sweet tarts for him.)

When they hear the doorbell or a knock, Lizzie opens the door and greets the children while Red makes sure everyone gets at least one piece of their favorite candy, though he can’t help but sneak an extra piece to any with a particularly creative costume.

(His two favorites were a young girl dressed as a ballerina and an older boy dressed in a suit and fedora. He’s not exactly sure who the boy was portraying but if nothing else he should be credited for his outstanding fashion sense.)

“Well, I think that’s about it for the night, don’t you?” Red sighs as Lizzie closes the door on a Frankenstein and a werewolf hurrying down the hallway with some Milky Ways.

“I think so,” Lizzie agrees, stretching her arms above her head. “We sure went through a lot of candy, didn’t we?”

“We certainly did,” Red glances at the empty bags littering the floor and then peers into the mostly empty bowl. “Still have a few things left though.” He plucks out a Three Musketeers.

“Got any milk duds?” Lizzie asks, peeking over his shoulder.

Red shakes the contents of the bowl. “One left,” he hands it to her and can’t resist lidding his eyes at her. “You’re a lucky girl.” He murmurs.

She opens the small box and shakes a few milk duds in her mouth. “I’ll say.” She hums, eyeing him up and down suggestively.

He rolls his tongue.

She stares at his mouth for a moment before tossing the rest of the milk duds back all in one go, chewing and swallowing in record time.

“Right then,” she says hastily. “I’m gonna go get into my costume.”

Red frowns, glancing up at her head. Her cat ears are still firmly in place. “Costume? Aren’t you already in it?”

“My public costume, yes.” She says easily. “But I have another for our…private enjoyment. It’s decidedly more…adult.”

Red’s mouth drops open.

Oh my. Well, this is a surprise.

“What is it?” he asks hoarsely.

She smirks and heads back to their bedroom, hips swaying a little more than usual. “Let’s just say it rhymes with the word ‘purse’ and…I had to buy a stethoscope.”

Red carelessly tosses the candy bowl on the counter and stalks after Lizzie, growling playfully, sending her sprinting down the hallway, laughing all the way.

Oh, happy Halloween indeed.

#The Blacklist #Lizzington #mine #fanfic #hallow #halloween #i couldn't help myself #just something cute and fun i hope #i hope you guys like it!#please let me know what you think!#much love!#:D #<3

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queenofthyme · 7 years ago

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85 Questions

Tagged by @laborinquena (❤️)

Rules: Answer 85 questions then tag as many as you’d like!

Tagging: no-one because tagging groups of people makes me anxious (rules says as many as I like so I am not cheating on a technicality okay)

Putting it all under a read more so you don’t have to read my crap. I don’t know why I did this. i never do these. reminds me of myspace. I’m procrastinating I guess. please tread kindly.

THE LAST

1. drink: water (sorry I’m boring but I’m not drinking pina coladas in the afternoon) 2. phone call: the love of my life to confirm what we were eating for lunch - this was a vital conversation 3. text message: the love of my life still about lunch - again, I stress this was VITAL 4. song you listened to: listening to this right now, don’t judge. listen to it 5 times and then come back to me 5. time you cried: two days ago. It was WINDY okay, got some sadness in my eye but I promptly flicked it away. 6. dated someone twice: lol nah once you out, you OUT. 7. kissed someone and regretted it: I mean my first kiss was gross and my third boyfriend was gross but can’t regret as all the grossness led me to the current love of my life. 8. been cheated on: YAS MAYBE TWICE. MY FIRST BOYFRIEND AFTER LIKE TWO WEEKS OF DATING. Like seriously? And my third boyf denies but I strongly suspect. So I don’t really know which one would be the ‘last’. Oh well. I mean, i don’t get it I’m hot as hell. 9. lost someone special: no. I’ve been lucky up to now. 10. been depressed: never 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: don’t remind me. last time was spiced rum. I think it’s always spiced rum. 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS

12.

13.

14. Stop making me pick I love them all

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

15. made new friends: my drarry friends ❤️ 16. fallen out of love: nuh-uh my love is forever 😉 17. laughed until you cried: yeah all the time. just throw a yellow or green balloon at me and i’m down for the count. 18. found out someone was talking about you: i don’t know and i don’t care. I mean actually like please talk about me? it’s all I’ve ever wanted. 19. met someone who changed you: yes in the sense that everybody changes you if we’re being poetic but no in the sense that I am a fully formed unstoppable force 20. found out who your friends are: lol maybe I should have done this in high school. I think I’m past the petty stuff. some people don’t like me because I never leave the house but my friendship isn’t defined by how many times we sit next to each other untalking in the movies or every event I show up to and make small talk with people for a couple of wasted hours. sorry not sorry. 21. kissed someone on your facebook list: the love of my life of course. fun fact: before we even acknowledged each other’s existence apart from being school mates we coincidentally became friends on facebook on valentine’s day - three/four years later and we started dating lol. Is it fate? (no, it’s a coincidence obviously but it’s cute shut up)

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them. but i don’t speak to literally any of them except my family and the love of my life lmao. 23. do you have any pets:

24. do you want to change your name: planning to make a new name when my partner and I marry. I’m not telling sorry. 25. what did you do for your last birthday: games with the family. that’s my ideal time. 26. what time did you wake up: 10am but to be fair dayight savings just started or ended (i don’t care) so I lost an hour of sleep somewhere in the night. fuck you daylight savings. 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping. I think. I hope. 28. name something you can’t wait for: to see Jodie Whittaker as the first female Doctor Who 💜💜 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: Easter? (Parents live interstate I’m not a monster) 31. what are you listening to right now: this is a little embarrassing but I’m now listening to this. again, don’t judge until you’ve listened to it 5 times. 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: um YES. Literally everyone is named Tom? I’ve spoken to like countless Toms in my lifetime. 33. something that is getting on your nerves: did I mention daylight savings SUCKS? 34. most visited website: Tumblr OBVIOUSLY. I am loyal. 35. hair colour: brown. boring. next q. 36. long or short hair: neither. you can’t fit me into your binary. I mean I guess it’s inbetween ok. 37. do you have a crush on someone: the love of my life OBVIOUSLY. But if we’re talking celebrity crushes, right now it’s J-Hope and Halsey but of course it will always be Lana Del Rey and Tom Felton 38. what do you like about yourself: most everything except my crippling fears and lack of passion (i’m being dramatic I love myself don’t worry) 39. want any piercings: i mean I never wear earrings in my pierced ears anymore because I’m too lazy so no point adding to it 40. blood type: A+ because I aced the test. 41. nickname: call me whatever you want I guess. 42. relationship status: A day less than 59 months in a relationship with the love of my life. 43. zodiac: that’s telling. the scorpion one of course. why of course? I don’t know. just go with it. 44. pronouns: She/Her 45. favourite tv show: Buffy The Vampire Slayer, SKAM, Doctor Who, Avatar The Last Airbender, Veronica Mars, Parks and Recreation, Yuri! On Ice, No. 6, Broadchurch, True Beauty, The Mole, Battlestar Galatica, The Real Housewives of Melbourne, Firefly and NATHAN FOR YOU. Please watch Nathan For You. PLEASE. You will not regret it. 46. tattoos: nada I am allergic to pain. 47. right or left handed: Right 48. surgery: nope. luckily. 49. piercing: ears. i am a boring person. 50. sport: NONE. EVER. NO. PLEASE DO NOT MAKE ME WATCH IT EVER I WILL CRY FROM BOREDOM. I mean maybe like dance or gymnastics is okay to watch. 51. vacation: vacation what? like do I want to go? or when I last went or what? these questions ARE NOT CLEAR. I don’t like travel. My favourite vacation would be time off work and then I’d just stay at home. 52. pair of trainers/converse: okay im assuming favourites. I don’t own any good shoes. I hate shoes. But I hate not wearing shoes more. I have these cool black shoes with rainbow platforms on them does that count as trainers lol? what does trainers mean!!!!??

MORE GENERAL

53. eating: more general eating!?!?!?!? What do you mean? The last thing I ate was lemon and herb chips if that’s what you mean. 54. drinking: pina coladas of course. (i lie) 55. I’m about to: WRITE DRABBLES like im supposed to be doing right now. 56. waiting for: lasagne for dinner ooooooooh yeah 57. want: my daylight saving hour that was stolen from me last night back. 58. get married: when it’s legal. get your fucking act together Australia. 59. career: boring. don’t care. don’t want. i just keep floating through promotions and pay rises. Hopefully I can just do that until i am earning billions of dollars. that’s my only ambition.

WHICH IS BETTER

60. hugs or kisses: Hugs 61. lips or eyes: i mean ew idk. I hate floating unattached body parts. it’s a bit creepy. 62. shorter or taller: as in partner wise? don’t care, don’t give a shit. 63. older or younger: again, don’t give a shit but i’m obviously not going to be dating anyone much younger than me as they wouldn’t be of age. 64. nice arms or nice stomach: oh boring this seems like it is about muscles. I don’t care about muscles sorry. next. pass. 65. hook up or relationship: relationship only because I’m in one. also hooking up with people is awkward and scary and you can’t take a shit in their house. 66. troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant. I ain’t no troublemaker I SWEAR.

HAVE YOU EVER

67. kissed a stranger: nah i don’t like kissing someone if I don’t know the last time they brushed their teeth was. sorry i have issues. 68. drank hard liquor: yah and imma do it again bitch. 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: i mean my costume harry potter glasses im constantly losing in storage lol 70. Turned someone down: YES AND I WOULD DO IT AGAIN. HE MADE ME FEEL GUILTY ABOUT FRIEND-ZONING HIM AND DOESN’T WANT TO BE MY FRIEND AT ALL NOW. YOU CAN GO FUCK YOURSELF. 71. sex on the first date: nope didn’t get to do any dating past 17 because I’ve been gladly stuck in a monogamous relationship. 72. broken someone’s heart: so I’ve heard but I’m sure they’re fine. 73. had your heart broken: not really. I’ve been dumped once but luckily my heart is made of ice. 74. been arrested: no. they haven’t found the body yet. 75. cried when someone died: yep. 76. fallen for a friend: I had a crush on literally everyone I ever met in high school so yes LMAO.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN 77. yourself: I mean lame but yes. I exist. 78. miracles: nah mate. 79. love at first sight: NOOOOO NEVER. STOP THIS NONSENSE. 80. santa claus: no. but i wish he was real. 81. kiss on the first date: yeah do what you like. 82. angels: not at all. sorry judas. or whatever the names of angels are. sorry i don’t know my bible and folklore.

OTHER

83. current best friend’s name: that would be the love of my life whose name I am not revealing for reasons that would be clear if you knew me and my partner (but you will never know I guess sorry eek) 84. eye colour: wow what a great second last question. so intense and revealing. mother fuckin brown. 85. favourite movie: The Harry Potter movies obviously. I’m not a barbarian.

I guess now you know the true me. brown eyes. you know my soul now. use it wisely. don’t judge me because of the kpop vids. just watch them. yah. anyhow. can’t believe you read this. enjoy your life and all.

#boring stuff sorry

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