#might've made myself tear up writing this sorry not sorry if it makes you cry too :')

[w1ld-wr1t3r]

How about no 100 and Norrix?

This is a song that I wish I listened to more because it deserves to be way higher on the list, so I'm really glad it got picked!

100. The Nights - Felix Jaehn Remix by Avicii and Felix Jaehn

"We've lived a life to remember, haven't we?"

Martijn chuckled and nodded in agreement, tugging his husband a bit closer. Looking through the evidence now, piles of photographs and mementos, the claim was undeniable. They had made the most of their life together.

Photos from their many vacations. Souvenirs bought for each other as gifts. A well-read novel that Martijn had read to Lando when he caught a horrible cold. An old hoodie that Lando had insisted Martijn take with him whenever he missed him.

A hospital bracelet Martijn didn't remember keeping, when he had nearly lost Lando in a horrible crash. A letter Martijn had written when he'd had a terrifying health scare and wanted to make sure Lando knew how much he loved him in case the worst happened. Every single love note they had ever left for each other, on post-its and notebook paper and random little colorful scraps.

Pictures of Lando's first championship, and all the wins that came after. Pictures of every award Martijn had earned over the years. Pictures of their debut together in the paddock.

Copies of their wedding vows. Pictures from their honeymoon.

Photos and memories of the wonderful life they'd built over the years.

Now, going through it all, they both felt a sense of satisfaction and peace. The universe had given them a chance to be together, and they had made the most of it. They hadn't taken a single moment for granted. They'd taken advantage of everything this world had to offer.

They'd both left a mark on the world, individually and together. They had lit a fire no one could put out, and had carved their names into those shining stars.

They were happy, and they were content.

Leaning closer, Martijn kissed Lando tenderly. Though they had grown older, the action had never lost its magic.

"We have," he replied, smiling the loving smile he had always reserved just for Lando. "And I'm glad I got to share it with you."

[doe-eyed-dreamr]

hi!! would you be able to do a fic of snufkin taking care of a sick regressor? if you could make the regressor aged 3-4 that would be great!! tysm!!!!!!

Of course! I'm so sorry this took so long, I was actually feeling pretty unwell myself so I was struggling to get any writing done. I also have emetophobia so I had to be a little vague with the illness I hope that's okay ʕ`•̥ᴥ•̥`ʔ

I really like how this came out though and I hope you do too! <3

Snufkin Cares for Sick Little Reader <3

It's been a long couple of days. You figured you were safe from sickness as the weather warmed, but unfortunately the Valley had other ideas. Stuck in bed while the others went off to play and seek adventure had you grumbly and moodier than usual.

It just wasn't fair! How come you are the only one who can't get their limbs to cooperate when you try to get up and walk around? And that was without mentioning the fever and icky tummy.

But Moomin has promised today will be different. He and the others have gone into the woodland to find a rare plant Moominmama spied in Granny's notes that will hopefully bring your temperature down and give you a little more energy.

Snufkin had volunteered to stay back and take care of you. When asked if he was sure (he did have the best eye for plants among the group after all), he pointed them in the direction of the Hemulen (who's eye was even better than his when it came to flora and fauna) and said he was needed more by your side today.

You hadn't known what he meant by that until you felt it. That telltale fuzzy feeling in the back of your mind.

Everything is just so hard right now. You're tired and achy and nothing feels good to eat and all you want to do is cry and stomp your feet.

You're regressing.

It shouldn't be a surprise - days of feeling icky and not being able to play with your friends? A recipe for disaster. Luckily, Snufkin had noticed and appointed himself caregiver for the day.

"It's okay to let go." He says, eyes tilted towards the sky as you both lay out on the grass, cushions from Moominmama propping you up and keeping you comfortable while the gentle breeze attempts to wash your fever away. "I'm here. I've got you."

You feel the tears well up as soon as he finishes speaking. Any resistance you might've felt melts away and you allow yourself to feel miserable in the only way a toddler knows how. You let the tears fall with a whimper and soon you're cradled against a soft green coat, rocking in a soothing motion while you wail.

"I know, I know little one." Snufkin coos. "You've been so brave, haven't you? I know it hurts but I just know you'll feel better soon."

He places a small kiss against your head, and keeps talking when the tears slow.

"And when you do, we'll go on as many adventures as you'd like. To the beach, to the woods, even soaring through the sky. Anything you can dream up, angel."

"Da others be there?" You question, one hand rubbing at your eyes and the other clutching at Snufkin's coat as if scared he might disappear.

Snufkin chuckles and takes over wiping away your tears, much gentler than you yourself had been. He produces a pacifier from his pocket and clips it to your own clothes, giving you the comfort of knowing it's there without pressuring you to use it if you aren't quite feeling young enough.

"Yes, the others will be back as soon as they can be. And you know they love to play with you, whatever age you feel on the inside. I bet each of them has an idea for an adventure, we can ask them later if you'd like?"

You nod quickly, then pout when your head hurts at the motion.

"Owie."

Snufkin kisses your forehead with sympathetic eyes.

"I know, sweet one. Do you think you could manage some soup? I made some earlier and it might help hydrate you more than water. I'd hope it'd be tastier too." He adds, noting your scrunched nose at the mention of water. It feels like all you've been doing these past days is drinking water.

You nod slowly, hoping the food goes down well this time. If Snufkin says it's a good idea, you're going to believe him.

You didn't, however, factor in the fact your friend would have to get up to fetch the food.

A whine passes your lips and you cling on even tighter to his coat.

"Nuh uh! Snuf'in stay!" You protest. Snufkin hushes you, stroking your hair till you calm a little.

"Easy, sweetheart." He coos again. "I'll be right back. Count to ten for me, okay?"

You do so reluctantly, counting between shaky breathes the longer Snufkin is away from you. He smiles encouragingly as he emerges from his tent, large flask in hand.

"There." He says, plopping back beside you before you've even reached the number ten. "I'm so proud of you, little one. I know that was hard."

You get another kiss to your head for your efforts and you can't help the smile that overtakes you. Snukin is proud of you!

"There's that sweet smile." Snufkin says, smiling back as he opens the lid of the flask and pours some soup into it. "Now, I'm going to hold this, just sip carefully okay? And we'll see how you feel once you've tried some."

The task sounds simple enough, and you nod your head with determination. Snufkin boops your nose, and then lifts the soup to your mouth for you to take the first sip.

It's DELICIOUS.

Your eyes widen and Snufkin pulls the lid back as you attempt to gulp all of it down at once.

"Ah ah, not so fast." He says. "I'm glad you like it, but you have to take it easy at first, okay?"

You pout, but nod. Snufkin giggles.

"Okay." He says, bringing the soup to your mouth again.

You sip much more slowly this time, basking in the warmth of the food and the ache in your head fading into the background.

When you can't drink anymore, Snufkin closes the flask and rolls it away from you both, pulling you in to snuggle against him again.

"Now. I think a nap is in order, then by the time you wake up the others should be here to help you feel all better. How's that sound?"

At your clear hesitation, Snufkin continues.

"We can take a nap right here beneath the sky. Together."

You smile and hum in confirmation, allowing Snufkin to lower you both onto the cushions. He tucks your head under his chin, curling into one another, and begins to hum.

The tune isn't a familar one, most likely taking inspiration from the wind, the rustling leaves, the bubble of the stream not so far away.

It sounds like home, and you allow yourself to drift, knowing you are safe, and you are loved.

[sadistgalore]

Hello! I’m really invested in your Killian drabbles, and I was wondering if you could write a little continuation to the piercing drabble you wrote? I was wondering what Harper or Killian’s reaction would be seeing what Luther did.

oh i'm so happy you enjoyed it! this just made me so happy cause this is the reason i write on tumblr- so people can just send random asks or questions and it gives me free writing fuel. so thank you so so so much and i will absolutely write this for you!

Taglist: @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams, @whumptakesthecake, @all-whumped-out, @distinctlywhumpthing, @painsandconfusion

CW: implied beating, referenced forced piercing, vaguely implied noncon, dehumanization, pissed off whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper, sadistic whumper, breaking down

In reference to this piece.

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Harper was carding her fingers through Killian's dirty blonde hair, gently untangling any knots present. Their masters were out for the night, leaving the two of them alone chained up in the holding room. The boy's head was in her lap, trying to rest after a brutal beating from Luther.

Harper decided to break the silence. "Did you have these piercings before?" She asked in a small voice, her thumb resting over his emerald piercing in his left ear. "They're very pretty."

Killian's eyes went dark. "No, I hate them. Luther wanted his toy to be decorated on day, so I got stabbed with metal."

Oh, that'll look lovely on him.

Harper stilled, regretting her question now as she felt Killian beneath her tense. His piercings were very noticeable, especially the one between his nostrils. She knew there was one on his tongue, too, but she never pieced together how this might've been Luther's whole "act" for him.

"Thing is, I actually kind of like them," he let out a dry chuckle, eyes closing in pain as he positioned himself so he was staring at Harper. "The bullring looks badass, don't you think?"

Harper stared back at him, unsure of how to respond. "Looks fine."

"Just 'fine'?" Killian asked. "I was strapped down and took four piercings at once, I would hope they looked pretty damn good."

Fuck. Harper should've never brought this up. Trying to do damage control, she tried to say, "No, they look-"

"I had a fucking ring gag in my mouth because he knew I would try to bite down when my tongue was pierced. I almost pissed myself because of my fear of needles, but he didn't care. My tongue was so sore that I starved for four days until I could eat without pain again."

Tongue hurt, mutt? Guess no food for you then.

Harper's eyes were wide. "Killian-"

The boy stood up, ignoring the pain that radiated in his ribs when he did so. "I got so many compliments, too. All of his friends loved my pretty piercings. Telling me I must make my master pleased with the tongue piercing every time I take him down my throat. Luther loved that fucking attention, and got more on my ears and lips. Even threatened to pierce my fucking nipples."

I think you have enough on your ears pet, how about some other places?

Harper stood up too, trying to put a hand on his shoulder. "Killian, I'm sorry-"

"And they just look 'fine' to you?!" He suddenly yelled, causing Harper to flinch back. "That man has ruined my body, and this isn't the fucking worst of it. I endured so much pain for his pleasure, pain I didn't even ask for. I-"

No more piercings. Please, sir-

Your body isn't your anymore, Killian.

It was then that he broke down crying, tears running down his face before his hands flew up to cover them. Harper teared up, too, moving towards him to pull him into a hug.

"I-" he started, hands tightly gripping the back of Harper's dress. "I trusted him. All those fucking years ago, I trusted him. But he n-never cared about me. Not on-once."

Harper's fingers returned to his hair, understanding his pain; but she could never relate. At least Dark, in some sick and perverted way, cared about her. He cuddled with her and gave her gifts, while Luther just hurt Killian for no reason.

"My body is ruined," he whispered in her ear. "Forever."

"No," Harper said, moving back so her hands could cup his face. "He didn't ruin you, you're still beautiful, Ian."

You're so beautiful, pet.

Killian just stared ahead, knowing that no matter what his friend said, his boys will forever be the product of Luther's desires.