#put your feet awayyy

[mgu-h]

Lando Review 61/? • Apr 2023 • Max's Twitch Stream

[loveharlow]

Headcannon for JJ 😍

Bsf!JJ taking care of drunk reader after a party and she’s being like super difficult and annoying but he still looks after her and they end up cuddling in bed 🫶

i feel like she act like a whiny child honestly, just pouts and hundreds of "nooo"'s and "get awayyy"'s

underage drinking, swearing

"It's hot in hereeee." You whined, falling limply onto the couch in John B's living room as everyone stumbled inside. Every one of you was some form of intoxicated, states ranging from buzzed to completely wasted.

Needless to say you were on the far end of that spectrum.

"Probably because you have on my hoodie." JJ's voice met your ears, the boy sitting next to your feet as the others scattered.

"I'm gonna be sick..." Kie groaned as she locked herself in the bathroom.

"Please don't throw up on the bathmat, it's new!" A barely tipsy John B called as he kicked the front door shut, carrying a giggly Sarah into his room, sighing as he let the girl fall to the mattress and put the covers over her.

"You're all irresponsible and I'm not playing nurse when you reap the consequences in the morning." Pope said simply, walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge — pulling out a water and walking out onto the patio.

You giggled mindlessly, head rolling side to side. "You're all so funny..." You wheezed.

"Okay, Tequila Princess. Let's get you situated..." JJ advised, attempting to sit you up straight as two of his hands went under your back, but you offered no support, your frame hanging lifeless in his arms. "C'mon, Munchkin." He groaned, using all his strength to prop you up against the couch properly. "There we go."

The blonde lifted your arms, threading them backwards through the arm holes to get the piece of clothing off of you.

"Nooo, what're you doin'?" You moaned, weakly slapping his arms away.

"Thought you said you were hot..." He paused in his movements, cocking an eyebrow at you.

In your drunken state, you managed to reel your neck back at his statement, a look of suspicion on your face before a small smirk emerged. "...You think I'm hot?"

He just giggled, slightly buzzed himself. "You want the hoodie off or not?"

"Yes-"

"Okay then." He told you, moving to pull your other arm out.

"But then I'll be cold!" You reprimanded, snatching your other arm away as the boy sighed.

"Then I'll tuck you in." He said, voice a bit short as he knew you'd be difficult until you started to doze off.

"But what if the covers come off-"

"Then I will cuddle with you, alright?" He said firmly. "I'll hold you so tight you won't be able to move a muscle, okay? Now, give me your arm."

You didn't respond, just pouted drunkenly as you allowed your best friend to take the hoodie off of you, pulling it over your head and knocking strands of hair into your vision as he tossed it to the side and stood up, heading towards the fridge.

You tried to remove the annoying pieces of keratin out of your face and unwind them from your lashes and unstick them from your lips as you heard the clanking of glass in the kitchen before the blonde was returning, a glass of water in his hand.

"Here, drink this." He said, handing you the glass, stopping you as you reached for it with one hand. "Use both hands." Doing as he said, you brought the glass to your lips as he knelt down in front of you, taking off your shoes.

"Eugh!-" You gagged, pulling the glass from your lips as you took your first sip. "What is this?"

"...It's water, princess."

"Ngh...why is it warm?" You cringed, leaning forward to put the glass on the coffee table as JJ removed your other shoe.

"Because if I put ice in it, you'd drink it too fast and get a headache." He said, standing up straight and looming above you and holding both of his hands out. "C'mon, let's get you to bed."

You slapped your hands into his, allowing the blonde to help you up off the couch and lead you into the guest room. "Ooh! Can we sleep on the beach tonight? Like last time?" You asked, pupils wide as JJ laid you down and tucked you in.

"No, we cannot." He said, shaking his head and laughing as a frown immediately replaced your giddy expression.

"Why not?" You asked, tone grumpy as the boy climbed in bed behind you, you shuffling to face him.

"Because, like last time, you'll run out into the water and I'll have to catch you."

"Hmph." You huffed, rolling your eyes. "Whatever..."

You could feel the boy huff out of laughter as his arms wrapped around your back, pulling you closer into him as yours went around his waist.

"...Night, Munchkin."

"...'Night, J."

©loveharlow.

[idkkkkkrn]

Oh your feet, they’re neat, they can never be beat.

Oh I must have a taste, post haste, put those feet on my face.

Oh your toes, there they go, wiggling awayyy!

Oh please, on my knees, let me lick them all day!

/j

HUH?? WHAT IS THIS.😟

I was genuinely confused until I saw the j/ ajdjdkcjcjdvkv

[lemonietrinket]

small displays of affection in domestic life with dream

genre: fluff, bits of bad humour you know me wordcount: 4073 warnings: mentions of very minor sprain in jaemin’s, bickering an: trying to keep the writing flame alight, so im currently not doing anything too heavy, just in case if that puts it out entirely due to stress (it pains me more than it does you, i promise, as all my ideas are always big ones)

gender neutral reader as usual :)

~ all members below the cut ~

mark 

you were washing up in the kitchen, the wind chimes humming quietly outside on the porch. you squinted against the beams of the sun that lazily snuck through the window, as you watched the squirrels squabble on the grass of the front garden. you had to stifle a laugh as the acorn rolled away from the two of them as soon as they tussled too hard. however, your joy was cut short as you moved a plate to the draining board. your sleeve unfortunately had decided to slip, and soon enough it was down to your soap-dappled elbow. glancing around, searching for a towel to maybe dry your hands so you could roll it back up again, you suddenly heard footsteps creaking across the floorboards heading into the dining room and you suddenly had an idea.

“mark?” you called, staring into space as you tilted your head over your shoulder, “mark, baby?”

there was a sudden rush of those same footsteps, and suddenly, the sweet face of your boyfriend poked round the door frame.

“yes, love?” 

those big, wide, searching eyes. you could never get enough of how they caught the light, always made him look so curious of the world. “can you roll my sleeve up for me?” 

he smiles brightly and strides over to you, ever happy to help. folding the material neater than you ever could have done, he pushes it up to your shoulder, before sighing contently. “anything else?”

“no, that’s ok,” you murmured, giving him a coy glance, “you’ve done your duty mr lee.”

he snickered, quickly pressing the chastest kiss imaginable to your cheek. he then seemed to shift his weight to make a getaway, yet remained where he stood. having turned your attention back to the next plate to be washed, it took you a few moments for you to notice. as soon as you did however, you met his gaze, and he appeared in a daze. mesmerised.

“you ok there, mark?”

he paused, barely taking in your teasing grin. “you know i love you, right?”

“of course!”

he merely beams at you, shyness just tinging his cheeks. “you’re so beautiful.”

you scoffed, hands heading straight into the sink. “ew, that’s enough sap for one day.” you scooped up some bubbles and swiftly bopped him on the nose. 

however you must have misjudged the positioning slightly and only ended up making him sneeze.  what could you say, it was a cute sneeze.

“love you too mr lee,” you said through your laughter. 

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renjun

it had bee a long day, the sun finally setting as if it had been waiting for him to make it back home to you, his comfort. when he finally stepped through the door, he met a surprisingly quiet flat, the lights off. confused, he dropped his bag onto the floor carefully by the door and made his way into the living room, just to make sure what he guessed was true. 

and he was right. there you were, dozing on the sofa, legs tucked up and hand thrown over the side. your book was somehow still clutched in your fingers, by some miracle the page not lost. melting into a smile he tiptoed over to you, before kneeling down at your side. 

“there you are, my angel,” he whispers, reaching out to carefully stroke your hair, “i couldn’t wait to see you.”

he clears your face of any stray hears in one graceful movement, pads of his fingers just barely causing you to stir in your sleep. he chuckled at your small pout. “sorry, sorry...”

slipping the book from your hand he placed a bookmark inside and put it on the coffee table behind him, before turning back to you. it wasn’t long before that hand encroached back onto the sofa, joining the other at your chest. renjun, if he could see himself, would never be able to handle how soft you made him. it was fortunate then that he couldn’t, and was free to lean across to the end of the sofa and pull the blanket there up and over your sleeping form.  tucking the hem beneath your chin you curl in on yourself more, your cheek squishing on the cushion. 

unable to stop himself he brought his fingers to your free cheek, tracing your skin with his thumb. “sleep well angel. i’ll get us your favourite takeaway.”

he leant in and planted a kiss into your crown, before getting to his feet and heading back down the hall for his bag and phone.

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jeno

he watched as you practically whirled around the kitchen, measuring sugar at one counter, grating zest at another, procuring another bowl he didn’t remember seeing you take out of the cupboard, let alone use and place it at his side. at first he had been worried since you seemed so all over the place, but by now he was accustomed to it. you were in your element, and even though it appeared hectic, it always produced the best baked confectionery he’d ever tasted. and he soon learnt to just follow your lead. 

to make himself feel more useful he offered to wash up as you went along, and even though it hadn’t quite crossed your mind to mention it yet, you were more than thankful. it made your life so much easier, with more space freed up--even if you had to ask for a spoon back every now and again. he soon learnt to wash those last.

with your music over the stereo, from a playlist you made for him, he couldn’t have been happier on days such as this, even if the rain drummed against the window in a desperate attempt to be allowed to join you. that was when the music dampened and a short ping emanated from the speaker your phone was connected to. 

“bub, do you mind checking that for me?”

you didn’t even look up from your mixing bowl, beating something with a fork. meanwhile he froze, measuring jug and cloth in his hands, brain fumbling over what you meant. his feet meanwhile walked him right over to your phone, lit up with a message.

“it’s from doyoung,” his mouth spoke for him, and it wasn’t until you continued, head still turned away from him, that the realisation came to him.

“oh! what does it say?”

even though it was something seemingly so small, he couldn’t help but revel in the swell of his heart. you trusted him. there was no way he had anything to worry about at all--not that he even had been. it felt like a leap of a milestone, and the glee entered his voice in a stutter. “h-he’s asking about what jaemin likes. he doesn’t know what to get for his birthday.”

“surprised he didn’t ask you for that,” you chuckled, suddenly dumping the beaten mixture into the larger mixing bowl, “tell him he should tag along with hyuck’s present, since it was actually pretty clever.”

picking up your phone carefully he smiled as he noticed your lock screen. it had been a picture of the two of him, he had been aware of that, but now it was a photo of just him, dozing off in the cafe you’d visited last week.

“got it,” he replied through a grin, making a mental note to change his lockscreen later. 

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donghyuck 

“ynnnnn...”

“what.”

“i hate youuuu.”

“you started it?!”

donghyuck whined again and swatted a hand lazily at your arm. you gave him a shove, though underestimated your strength and he reached the edge of the sofa.

“nooo, i’m falling, save meee!”

you took one look at him from where you were sprawled on the couch, and lethargically reached out your arm. though as soon as it was clear that you couldn’t help unless you sat up, you let it thump to the cushions again. “sorry, no can do.”

“but yn...!” you watched him slowly slip over the side with a sly smile.

“that’s what you get for being a pain in the ass.”

“but i love you!”

“and our aircon isn’t working! you’re too hot so i don’t want to even be near you right now, let alone exert all of the little precious energy i have left to drag--”

hyuck’s gradual journey to the carpet came to an end as his shoulder and head propped him up on the floor, his legs still swung over the sofa. “you think i’m hot?” he suddenly poised.

you groaned. “oh, god, hyuck, not--”

he immediately clambered back onto the sofa, only to throw himself at your side.

it was your turn to whine, the summer heat clumping at your skin and now your annoying boyfriend was there too, kicking out more heat like a bonfire, with his head nestled into your neck.

“donghyuck, go awayyy!”

you wrestled him off you again despite his protests, and normally there was no way you would’ve won since he had a habit of playing dirty, but he too was too exhausted to put up a fight, and so let you roll him further down the sofa. 

“you’re the worst partner ever, yn.”

“second worst,” you countered, “you’re 100% number one.”

he scoffed, before the two of you fell into silence, laid uncomfortably across the sofa, waiting for the air conditioning to come back on.

eventually, you got bored. glancing over at your boyfriend, you found him sulking, his arms loosely crossed to let out the heat, and his dazed eyes narrowed into a frown. 

“hyuckie...” you began in singsong.

he huffed.

“hyuckie duckie...” 

another scoff. 

“my cutest duckie hyuckie who i love so very very much--”

“what!”

you grinned as sweetly as you could manage in the face of the overwhelming heat. “can you pass me the tv remote, please.”

he stared you down, lips pursed in dissatisfaction. “no.”

“oh but please...!” you whined, pulling your signature puppy dog eyes. ‘yeah, lets see him dodge that,’ you thought.

and you were right, he couldn’t fight them. with a groan of despair, he sat up. “why are you so cute, yn,” he grumbled, stretching across to the table and grabbing the remote hanging off the edge, “it’s not fair.” slumping back he took a moment to catch his breath, before shimmying across the sofa, back to you. “such a needy princess, huh? always needing help from their handsome prince.”

it was your turn to scoff as you held out your hand to receive the remote. 

however, at the last second, donghyuck suddenly withdrew it. “on one condition!”

you sighed. “what?”

“you cuddle me.”

you opened your arm and let him collapse onto your chest with a contented groan. he held up the remote weakly as if it was taking all of his strength just to hold it for you, and you rolled your eyes, dragging it from his fingers and finally pressing ‘on’.

“i hate you so much,” you said, planting a kiss on his forehead as the room lit up blue from the tv.

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jaemin 

“ow...” 

jaemin turned to you from the other side of your bedroom, sorting out his hoodie and watching your expression closely. “babe?”

“i’m ok!” you answered swiftly, “just... that sprain from yesterday... didn’t ease up overnight.” you cautiously furled and unfurled your arm, wincing when you hit the angle that twinged. 

“are you ok?”

you shrugged, smiling despite your boyfriend’s worry. “i’m ok! i’ve had worse.” you got to your feet, waddling over to your dresser. “we don’t have anywhere to be today right?” you enquired, changing the topic to hopefully alleviate jaemin’s worry. it didn’t work, as even though his face softened he still watched you closely, sleep still hanging in his eyes. he hadn’t had his morning coffee yet.

“nowhere to be,” he replied simply, coming up behind you. he wrapped his arms around you lazily, head resting against yours as he mt your gaze in the mirror. you smiled at him, holding onto his hands loosely. 

“good.” you leant against him for a few moments, letting his warmth seep into your back. however, you suddenly noticed the time. “come on, we should have breakfast before it gets too close to lunch.”

he was reluctant to move though, and only clutched onto you tighter. 

“come on, minnie, gotta brush my hair,” you urged, nudging his head with your own.

he sighed, quickly pressing his lips to your temple, before slipping away to find where he had discarded his slippers the night before. 

you smiled to yourself thinking about his tired little face, the ways his lips were set in a small pout and his cheeks puffy. it made your heart ache, how much you wanted to hold that face in your palms. alas, you needed to get ready.

that was when you encountered your first problem.

as soon as you lifted the hairbrush and reached up, you suddenly felt that twinge of pain and yelped, nearly dropping the brush. 

instantly jaemin was looking at you. “babe, are you sure you’re alright?” 

“y-yeah, i just... forgot...” his hissed as you brought your offending arm back to your side and grimaced as you looked back at your hair. “minnie what do i do. abou..” 

the words had barely left your lips when jaemin had returned to you and eased the brush from your fingers. and soon enough, his were running through your hair gently, followed by the bristles of the hairbrush. he was wordless, focused on his ministrations, making sure he didn’t accidentally tug on a knot.

you watched him through the mirror, feeling your heart melt. “thank you.”

“it’s no problem,” he said, an airy chuckle on his lips, “you’ll be here all dyay otherwise.”

ah, the sleep was starting to leave him. 

before long, your hair was officially not-free, and jaemin had his arms around your waist again, grinning at you in the mirror. “you happy with it?”

you nodded, giggling as he kissed the shell of your ear. 

“good.” and with that he began to shuffle the two of you towards the door, still entangled.

“why do i feel like this is going to result in another sprained arm?” you sighed.

“pssh, don’t be silly, i’ve got you.”

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chenle 

“yn.”

“yeah?”

chenle looked left, then right. 

“get in.”

“what.”

“get in the trolley, quick!”

you hesitated for a single second before bounding over the metal rigging, narrowly avoiding kicking the kitchen roll at the bottom. you sat up, puffing as your hoodie had become dishevelled with the hood over your face, and your boyfriend merely snickered. “i got you!”

he pulled the cotton away from your face, to reveal his own gazing back at you with his bright eyes, gleaming smile, and light stubble. you couldn’t explain why his natural face seemed to break your heart and sew it back together again in a matter of seconds but it always did, every time you laid your eyes upon it. he was just so gorgeous.

“well what are you waiting for?” you teased. “onward!”

leaping round to the back of the trolley he began to push you down the aisle--way faster than you expected.

“oh my god--lele!”

you careened round the corner and into the bread aisle and chenle merely cackled. “do we need bread?”

“i--? yes?!”

“grab it as we go!”

“are you serious?!”

“that one there! see it?”

he drove you closer so the trolley was hugging the shelving and despite all rational thoughts you hung your hand over the side, and snatched up the bread, depositing it by your feet. 

chenle whooped, before speeding you round the next corner.

“oh my god--chenle!”

he took it wide and you almost bumped into the frozen cabinets but before you knew it you were surrounded by cereals. 

“we need cocoa pops surely...!”

you whipped your head back to look at your boyfriend, too afraid to watch you hurtle through the shop. there you met the glinting eyes of someone who was having way too much fun. you knew it was your first time going grocery shopping together, but still--!

“i’ll get it, don’t worry,” he reassured, though within seconds you found what that involved was in no way reassuring. 

he let go of the trolley, skipping over to the shelving to your right as you screeched his name. the trolley was old, with uneven wheels, like all trolleys, and it meant you were left to roll into a long spin. “jesus--christ--chenle get your ass back here right now!”

and then his hands were back on the handle, you were facing the right way, you had a cereal box in your hands--

and there was a member of staff.

chenle yanked you to a halt with all his might, the speed and the inefficiency of the trolley meaning you very nearly crashed into him, but fortune had it that you came to a halt just inches before.

the two of you sat in silence as you stared up in pure fear of the stern glare of the man before you. 

“excuse me, please exit the trolley,” he ordered, “i’m going to have to ask the two of you to leave.”

panic swept into your system. the next nearest affordable shop was forty five minutes walk away--an hour from home. 

“i’m so sorry, sir, it won’t happen again, sir, please don’t kick us out,” you pleaded, stumbling from the trolley.

“please, we’re really sorry, we didn’t mean to go so fast--”

“you are a danger to the health and safety of everyone in this shop, now please, leave.” despite the fact that he was the first other person you had seen in the shop you didn’t dare mention it: there was no breaking through this man. he was a wall of stone. 

just as you thought all hope was lost however, another person entered the fray: the manager. 

fear switching into utter panic, you clutched onto chenle’s arm, and he to yours. the woman had an even sharper glare, and was twice the size of both of you. 

“we’re not going to get arrested are we?” you whispered.

his eyes widened even further at you. “we can get arrested for that?!”

just as the two of you nearly dissolved into pure fear, the manager spoke up. “oh let them alone samuel, there was no harm done.

the man turned to her in shock. “but--ma’am, the shop policy--”

“i am well aware of the shop policy--enough to know that what you do in the storeroom with miss lee is also against shop policy.”

it was if the man’s voice evaporated into the air. she turned to the two of you then. her hardened glare softened when she laid eyes on you, arms folding laxly. “you kids don’t have to leave,” she explained, “just don’t do i again.”

the relief washed over the two of you like a waterfall.

“thank you so much ma’am!”

“it won’t happen again!”

she stepped aside to let the two of you through, an opportunity you took gladly. she chuckled once you were out of sight. “ahh... it’s not every day you see young love as vivid as that, samuel.”

the man in question seemed offended. “but... you know about me and--”

“hanging around in a dingy storeroom is the furthest from romantic, samuel, ask her out to the 50s diner in the city already.” 

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jisung

you couldn’t contain your excitement. it had been so long since your last date night, nto that it was anybody’s fault, but at long last you could show off your new outfit that you’d bought especially when jisung had told you he’d managed to book at the semi-prestigious restaurant in town. you never really got dressed up, and always went on calm and relaxed dates--walks in the park, drinks and chocolate at the cafe, midnight snack runs to the corner store--but you’d always said you wanted to try being fancy, at least once. 

and so there you were, your hair styled, earrings adorned, and the finishing touch, the necklace you had received from your partner on your birthday. it’s silver and simple, a small shimmering knot at the end of chain, but it meant th world to you. you couldn’t help but associate your relationship with those entwined threads. maybe those threads represented your destiny, or your choices, or merely the strength that you had together--you weren’t sure and nor did you mind really what it was. but you kept it safe at all times.

the problem was, all your excitement was jumbling up your nerves, leaving you fiddling with the clasp longer than you saw fit to admit to. with your arms aching and a huff falling from your lips, you relented and held it at arm’s length. it wasn’t going to ruin your outfit to not wear it, but you really did want to.

to your luck however, in that moment you were no longer alone.

“hey, yn, you alright?” jisung asked from outside the door. he’d obviously heard your small sounds of mild distress.

“yeah, i’m fine!”

he poked his surprisingly broad shoulders through the gap in the door then, mouth opened to speak, only for no sound to come out. you attempted to wrestle with the clasp once again for a good minute before giving up for the second time. “i can’t get it on,” you announced sadly, glancing over to your boyfriend.

he was still staring at you, wordless, and it wasn’t until you looked over to him properly that you understood why, falling into the same state. 

he looked gorgeous in his blazer jacket and tie, things you didn’t even know he had. it made him look so different, so confident, and yet his smile was still tinged with shyness like the jisung you knew and adored.

“you look beautiful,” he finally managed, barely blinking and still mesmerised by your eyes alone. 

“thank you,” you said quietly, a smile of your own forming on your lips. “so do you.”

he blushed. “d-do you want some help?”

it took you a few seconds to work out what he meant. “oh, yes please! thank you.”

he sidled over to you and accepted the necklace so cautiously, as if he thought it might break. coming to stand behind you, he let the metal rest gently at your neck, before working the clasp and chain together.

he too struggled with it, but you barely noticed the time pass, to busy focusing on how the pads of his fingertips felt when they brushed the sensitive skin of your neck once or twice. you couldn’t meet your own stare in the mirror, well aware of your own reddened cheeks.

soon the necklace came together and jisung straightened, hands coming to rest neatly on your shoulders as he looked over at you in the mirror. the two of you smiled at one another in your reflections, before you turned to take him in in the flesh. 

“why haven’t we done this sooner?” you murmured, stroking a loose strand of his gelled hair back to his fringe, only for it to fall forward again. you smiled anyway, letting your fingers trace across his cheek instead. 

“i don’t know,” he said, “but i’m glad you suggested it.” he took your hand slowly into his and moved it from his cheek to his lips where he placed a kiss to your fingers chastely. “come on, we wouldn’t want to be late.”

just when you thought you couldn’t be more wordless than how he left you when you just looked at him. 

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an: i feel like maybe jaemin’s is inaccurate, as i couldnt tell if he would be hyper or not in the mornings, but i figured if hes anything like the people i know, its that hes not going to be super bouncy in the morning without his shot of caffeine. i thought this type of sleepy jaemin was cute ok.

i tried my best, my writing mojo is constantly running away so i hope this is worth it !

please leave comments, they mean the world to me and remind me that i have things to do and places to be!

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[paulieshore]

Obey Me / SCM Au Series

Warnings: conflict of interest, triggers, drama, minor angst

Words 3158

I do not own the rights to these characters, characters belong to:

·         Obey me! Shall we date

·         Star crossed myth - Voltage

  Chapter 10: I’ll Do Anything

 Rain fell; dripping off your face, the fighting raged on around you. Not that you could hear, sounds drowned out by the falling of rain and sobbing. Focused on the still smiling individual; dead in your arms.

Moments ago, you were hugging his warm, heart pumping body in Solomon’s apartment.

Next….

You leaned over and placed a kiss on his cold forehead, even in death he was a smiling idiot. Tears continued along with the rain drops, soaking the pair of you.

.

The streets were in utter chaos, police arrived on scene, guns raised behind open car doors. News vans and cameras set up, reporting whatever was happening behind them. No one could believe what they were seeing, figures, creatures and people of some sorts; combating. Like something right out of a horror film, in the midst of the chaos a broken girl holding a man.

.

“M-Mammon, please don’t go.” You gently shook him; eyes still open “I’ll do anything you ask of me; I’ll even do your homework”. Hoping with some miracle, bribing him would magically bring him back to you.

Leon grabbed your arm and tried to pull you away “Get up! We need to leave!”

Your heart was in agony, your soul crushed. A build-up of something inside you triggered when Leon insensitively tried to take you away from your friend. You had no intentions of leaving Mammon, not unless you were taken away in a casket as well. Strength from deep within, as you shook his hand off and briefly made eye contact with the god.

Leon was shocked when she looked to him, something changed in her eyes. The stars that shined in them swirled, as if a cosmic galaxy was being sucked into a black hole; your pupils dilated. When you shook him off, he felt something else force his touch away.

He wondered ‘What is this, power?’

The rain that had been falling stopped and floated in space. Orbs of light from the fight; black and white, frozen too. Sounds muted, only one’s own breathing could be heard. Everyone was confused, and mesmerized; as if they were all under some spell.

The atmosphere rapidly changed to an even more alarming state. The air dropped to freezing temperatures, and then hiked back up to extremely humid and warm; fluctuating. The sky began darkening, and twisting, right above.

An aura surrounded your very being, Leon tried again and slowly reached out. “Y/N?” he cautiously spoke to you.

Something unleashed “GET AWAYYY!!” screaming at him.

The aura pulsated and sent a shock wave out as you belted, everything around you and Mammon pushed away with great force. Cars flipped, trees uprooted, everyone around thrown 20-30 feet from their spots. Even Karno and Leon were thrown with such force, windows shattered, the ground split outwards from you. Lightening of red scattered across the sky following a horrendous rumble of thunder. The police and news crew, thrown back with no effort. Front ends of their vehicles lifted, sirens and lights set off by the impact.

The aftermath was that of a bomb.

You turned your head back down, tucking it into Mammon’s chest. The ground began to rumble and shake, the harder you cried.

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 The Underworld / Heaven

 Everyone stopped throughout all of Devildom, everything began to shake. Shingles on buildings began to fall off the roofs, demons ran around the streets ducking for cover in nearby shops.

An earthquake?

The demon lords castle also shook with greatness.

“What’s happening Barbatos?” Diavolo sturdies himself against a wall.

Barbatos stumped “I never seen anything like this when I peered into the timelines!” Holding onto a nearby side table. “Is it the King, sir?”

Diavolo shakes his head “No, this feels different, it’s much stronger!”

*In ruins of the old fortress*

Partheno stumbles sidewise when the ground profusely begins to shake, “What in the hell?!?”

The ruins of walls crumbling faster with the shaking.

“IMPOSSIBLE?!? IT CAN’T BE!” The dark kings face twists into shock. He grasps his chest; an old wound begins to burn with heat.

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*Screams all across heaven*

Vega looks to Kivy “My King, what’s going on?!” she falls to the floor unable to stand.

Kivy’s eyebrow raises; the corner of his mouth twitches too “My, my, her powers have awakened….” Gripping his throne.

Zyglavis appears with a stagger, “Your highness!! I think now would be a good time to intervene!!”

Cocking his head to the side, “No, the shows only just begun.”

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 Human Realm

 Lucifer stood up, his ears buzzing as he tried to balance himself. He frantically looked around, seeing his sibling’s bodies scattered about. Far from where he was, he sees you holding Mammon, noticing the constantly changing aura around you.

It was growing as if it were alive, taking shape into a dome. The wind around began to pick up, rubble slowly being dragged by an invisible force towards it.

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*SNAP*

Huedaut appears, he can’t believe it; the destruction.

Only moments ago, he was staring into the pool, the streets looked nothing like this. His eyes are attracted to an illuminating spectacle. This glowing light at core of it all, you. His feet begin to be pulled, dragging along the cracked concrete.

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“I’m sorry Mammon, this is all my fault *hic* It’s all my fault!” Gripping his cold body tighter.

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Crow pulled himself up, a tree had landed on top of him. All the reinforcements began to retreat, “What’s going on?”

Servillah approaches to aid him, he points over to where you were “It’sss the girl!”  Both of them stunned, no one warned them the mortal still had her previous life’s glory. They had every right to flee, they’d once faced off with this power alone and were easily out matched.

“Will live to die another day!” Crow spat before they disappeared into mist.

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Hue couldn’t believe it; it really was her… 

Only she had such brazen power hidden behind compassion. He had a hard time believing this mere mortal was the incarnation of his lover, but this pushed aside all doubts. The closer he got the more he witnessed how the power had evolved almost, the dome was tearing things to shreds upon contact.

“No…”

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The boys slowly gathered; sheltering themselves, Solomon was knocked awake when he hit the ground. He stood in awe as he watched what was happening, and how you were unscathed. “I knew there was something special there…”

Asmo grabbed a dazed Solomon and dragged him behind a flipped vehicle, “What do we do!?”

They all looked to Lucifer.

Lucifer’s face was pale, a single tear stained his cheek.

“…”

“Lucifer?” Satan called to him.

He looked to his younger siblings and without a word, began to march towards her.

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 The House of Gods

 Aigonorus was the only one oblivious to what was happening, fast asleep. Zyglavis returned swiftly from heaven, with no orders.

“Hue has gone!” Tauxolouve warned him “Dammit what is he thinking!”

“He is the master of his own choices; Hue will have to face the King after this matter.” Zyglavis responds with regret.

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Everyone respected Huedaut, he was the wisest of them all. Considering all that had happened personally to him, he still pushed forward. Lately though it didn’t go unnoticed; he seemed distracted. How Zyg wished Hue worked in punishments rather than wishes, he could have kept a closer eye on him.

Zyglavis, as someone who understands the great need for balance. He understood the balance Hue must be seeking out for within.

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Dui points down into the pool “Look!”

They were watching the drama, Huedaut appears, being pulled towards you.

Scorpio says scanning the scene “Where is that damn Lion and Karno?!”

Krioff takes a head count “Um… Where’s Partheno gone?”

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 Human Realm

 Lucifer could clearly see, but he didn’t have the slightest clue what he was going to do. He just knew he needed to get to you.

Pain, she was in pain.

He wanted to console you, weep with you. He related to the pain you were feeling, the guilt perhaps. He didn’t want you being alone, that was his brother, he’d share the burden with you.

The closer he got the more it felt like something was crushing his lungs. The same sort of feeling when they approached the mansion that day.

He struggled to breathe, “Y/N?!?!”

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“Y/N? ….”

“Oh Y/N? You need to get up for school, you’re going to be late at this rate?!” A voice called out to you. A woman draws open pink and yellow curtains.

Sitting up, ‘wait, where am I?’ You rub your eyes and look to the her.

“Mom?” Your eyes were burning, it’s been so long since you’d seen her face, or even heard her voice. ‘Can this be?’

“What’s the matter babe, are you not well again?” 

She reaches over moving your fringe, putting her hand to your forehead. “My god, your burning up! I’ll call the doctor!” She tries to leave the room when you grip her wrist.

My hand? It’s so small…

Her voice silvery “Babe, please lay back down, everything is going to be alright.”

‘I was somewhere else, wasn’t I? Is this real?’ You were questioning yourself, but you couldn’t remember where or what else you were just doing. 

Your mouth seems to have its own control.

“Mom, I’ve missed you!” Your voice was small.

The look of confusion on her face “I haven’t been anywhere babe? Just rest, I need to call the doctor”

She turns to leave; you reach out again trying to catch her before she goes. All you grab is air, her body disappears into a smoke like substance. You jumped from the bed, afraid.

“MOM!!”

‘No, no, no, it can’t be!’ This familiar agony rising in your chest.

Rushing out the bedroom door, the hall contorts, shifting into a hospital. The smell of cleaners, reminded you of dead hopes and dreams; filled your nostrils.

…

“Miss!”

Turning around, a nurse staring at your bewildered, a folder in her hands. The reeking hospital was too much, a faint pain in the back of your skull began.

“You shouldn’t be wondering outside your room. Come now, I’ll help you back to bed.”

You somehow already knew the answer but your mouth asked anyways “Where’s…. where’s my mom?”

She paused and casted pitiful eyes at you, catching a glimpse of her name tag then; Charlene. She crouched down and gently took your hands into hers, “I’m sorry miss, your mom is gone… Your appointed guardian will be here soon, you need to rest; doctor’s orders.”

‘Yes of course, I knew that’ 

It was strange, you couldn’t decipher whether this was a memory or reality. Everything was so surreal; didn’t you know a nurse named Charlene?

“Your mom wouldn’t want anymore harm to come to you now.”

Slowly it came..

‘Of course, Mom’s dead. 

She died instead of me; it’s my fault.

I got sick and she had to get into the car and take me... She was singing to me in the car, when...

We were hit. 

Mom didn’t make it... It’s all my fault.’ Your head began to throb, you’ve already lived this.

“Come on, let’s get you back to bed.” She picked you up and held you close.

A familiar voice ringing from behind.

“Excuse me nurse, please, I’ll take her”

You look, now it made sense. ‘Of course, I remember you.’

He approaches with large strides, exchanging quick words with the nurse on duty. He gently takes you from her, “I’m sorry it took so long Y/N, but I’m here now, it’s going to be alright.” He tilts his head slightly, “I brought you some ice-cream, why don’t we go and share it?” Smiling.

How could you forget a smile so calming, so kind?

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Karno slowly sat up, he was thrown over a metal bench not far from the scene. Taking a moment to get his barring, troubled by the sight. His eyes falling to you, how his heart ached.

The image was similar to that; fifteen years ago.

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Huedaut got closer, he didn’t care at this point, rubble of stones and branches hitting him.

“Fate?!”

She didn’t respond to him, head still down. She was shaking, holding Mammon. He gambled his options, and threw himself into the dome like shield surrounding you two. 

The pain was in no measure to what he felt inside himself.

He hit the ground hard, it was calm and quite contrast to the chaos and destruction outside. He could hear your teeth clattering, nose sniffling.

He whispered your previous name once more “Fate...” Slowly wrapping his arms around you.

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The memory morphed…

You were sitting on a stone wall looking out to the most breath-taking sunset.

‘What, what’s this?’

“Mom! Mom, look what big brother got me!” A young boy skips behind and takes the spot next to you. “Isn’t it beautiful Mom, I like this bracelet very much, oh! Not nearly as beautiful as you though!”

You stare at him briefly, his cheery tone reminded you of someone… But who? Your mouth again moved on its own accord.

“It is indeed my handsome boy. Asmodeus did you thank your brother?”

‘ASMO?!?’

“Yes, mom. Luci got one for you too!!”

You knew Asmo, he was a demon, right? Your head felt funny again… What’s going on?

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She was as cold as ice, shivering and crying. Huedaut peered over to Mammon, reached and closed his eyelids.

Lucifer appears inside the dome next, worse for wears.

calling to you “Y/N, let’s take him home…” hoarsely.  

No sooner after those words, everything stopped.

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Lucifer’s Pov

He watched as Hue threw himself inside, observed as gashes tore into his body. He quickened his pace; and followed suit.

Huedaut closed his brother’s eyes, Lucifer was slightly annoyed on how he addressed you. ‘She isn’t her, this is Y/N.’ he thought. He called to YOU, that’s when the chaos abruptly halted, things falling and crashing to the ground.

Your body slumps forward, breathing laboured.

Huedaut carefully pulls you back, and releases your deathly grip on Mammon. Checking your vital signs, he then turns his attention to me.

“I’ll do anything” I croaked out, almost pathetically.

I have already sold my loyalty for my sister; I am willing to surrender my very life for MY brother.

…

…

*SNAP*

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 Devildom

 Diavolo was looking over old archives, he couldn’t quite put his finger on what had happened earlier. His help; Barbatos, also couldn’t see anything in any of the time loops. 

He knew this sort of glorious magic, the sort a god could only wield. He wasn’t 100% certain, after the place stopped shaking, he immediately dived into research.  

He suspected Kivy, King of Gods was manipulating Barbatos visions. What was he hiding?

...

“My Lord, we have company.” Barbatos enters Diavolo’s study.

He briefly looks up to him, not hearing a word he said “Are the preparations set?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Very good, could you-”

“My Lord? I’m sorry to interrupt, but you have company. A visitor would like to speak to you personally.”

Diavolo sets the papers down and looks questioningly at Barbatos. “Bring them in”

He shuffles to the side and slightly bows his head. Huedaut walks in slowly from behind him, cradling in his arms; Mammon.

“Huedaut, God of Aquarius…… is it?” Glancing down to who was in his arms.

He nods to Diavolo “I have a proposition for you”

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The House of Lamentation:

 Hue snapped you all here, before he picked Mammon up and vanished.

“Where’s he going with Mammon?!” Levi suspiciously asked.

“…”

Lucifer walked over and picked you up off the floor, he turns to his brothers “I ask, of you all, just believe in him.”

No one had the slightest clue what he was trying to imply, or what was going on. At this point there wasn’t much too do. The brothers were exhausted, their minds, hearts and souls a mess.

Solomon speaks up “I can have a look at her if you want, you should sit down for a moment” Noticing the amount of blood that covered him.

Lucifer’s eyebrows pinch together, “No, I will take care of her.” marching out of the room.

He took you straight to his study, and laid you body on the sofa gently. His face inches away from yours, whispering

“I will protect you with my life, Y/N…”

He drops a feather like kiss to your lips before getting up and making his way to the bathroom.

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 Heaven

 Kivy watched your dreams progress, constantly fiddling and showing you the worst of your days.

“Hm, so Death is your trigger…”

He continued watching in the floating mirror, only this didn’t reflect his image.

It presented to him dreams and memories of all beings.

The mirror was thick, with perfectly proportioned grooves on each side of the polished silver. He smiled as he watched you interact with Karno, how your eyes illuminated when you spoke about stars. He waved his hand in front of it, changing it to another time.

The time you fell off your bike, and gruesomely skid your knees. Watched as you tried with all your might to be strong and not cry out in pain.

He found it funny how you couldn’t figure out whether this was a dream or not.

“Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory...”

He was going to enjoy toying with you, he wanted to see just how strong you could be before begging for mercy. He wanted to see just how far he could push this mortal, punish that soul of yours.

* Laughing to himself. *

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  Human Realm

 Leon was mortified as Karno pulled him off the ground.

‘That girl, that power! Twisted bastard was right.’

…

“Where is she Karno?” Leon looked around; everything was destroyed, many individuals missing.

You and the demons, gone.

“They’ve left…”

Leon snapped his attention back to Karno “What do you mean they left; we need to find them now!”

He couldn’t allow this; on one hand, the girl was a danger to the realms. Another, dangerous forces were after that very power. He was furious with the situation and with you, furious and intrigued.

‘I’m going to teach that girl a lesson’

None of the demons were around, or that sorcerer. Little to his knowledge about Hue being there, Karno thought best not to bring it up just yet.

Before they could leave, they needed to fix this conundrum.

Leon growled inwardly ‘Great, even more pestering jobs’

“Karno, once we’re finished here, we are going to Devildom.”

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 End of Part One.

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[labyrinthofleah]

(1/2) "You've been a spy for Nerwan this whole time?" Leah asked in disbelief, her eyes losing focus even as she said the name of the country. "Yes," Jan said, his voice strained with remorse. "And although I surely do not deserve it, His Highness, Prince Joshua, has completely forgiven me." Leah could hardly hear him. She was nine years old again, hearing the news that her parents had been involved in an accident on their trip to Nerwan. She was twelve years old again,

(2/2) going to work on the Dres Van Manor after having exhausted all of her other options as an orphan. She was sixteen again, visiting Nerwan to finally ask for details about the accident 7 years prior, and being given a hasty cover up story, before getting a check for $5000 from the Nerwanian government to “compensate” her loss. And now she was back in the present, with her hate for the Nerwanian government and all those affiliated with it blazing in her heart.

[The angst continues! @bukuria HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT, FIRE AWAYYY~]

Leah stared at Jan as he sat across from her, head gripped in his hands. A pair of fine china teacups and a matching teapot stood untouched on the table between them. 

She had been looking forward to having tea and chatting with him in the garden ever since he’d invited her that morning. The sun on her face and arms was filtered to a comfortable warmth thanks to light cloud cover; the patches of sky that showed through were a rich, velvety-looking blue. Combined with the flowers around them and the carefully nurtured trees, it was the epitome of a gorgeous spring day… 

But everything around her might as well have been brown and withered beneath winter frost. She felt so, so cold. 

Her heart clenched in her chest until she could barely breathe, choking out all notion of the life she’d built for herself brick by tear-stained brick. She no longer registered the breeze on her face now, or the green buds on the trees. 

Instead, she heard her grandfather’s voice, always too loud, and saw her grandmother’s vividly painted lips that never smiled. She felt the hand of a Dres Van Manor maid clamping around her skinny wrist, unyielding as stone. She inhaled the dust her grandparents’ car stirred up as they sped away down the drive without a backward glance.

Her throat would ache each morning after night upon night of uncontrollable sobbing in her tiny servant’s room… but later, she couldn’t cry even if she wanted to.

“Leah?”

Jan’s voice yanked her back to soft sunlight, to birdsong, to the hard seat of her elegant wrought-iron chair. He was looking up at her now, and she stared at the faint crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes, his defined jawline above his crisp collar. The laugh-lines around his mouth were all the more prominent now that it was drawn down in worry. No matter how hard she looked at him, though, no matter how familiar his face was, she could just as well be having tea with a stranger.

She knew Jan would never hurt her. She knew he was kind, good-humored, and loyal. She knew how deeply Prince Joshua trusted him. 

But now all those truths were draining from her heart like rain through pavement cracks. After all, she’d trusted him, too.

Her hands trembled as she clasped them tightly in her lap, her knuckles turning pale.

“His Highness forgave you? Even though you put him through so much, too…”

She’d said you when she’d meant Nerwan, but didn’t bother correcting herself. Her voice was so brittle, so devoid of venom or any emotion at all, but Jan gasped as if she’d run him through with a sword.

“You’re right. You don’t deserve it.”

[brewding-goyle-blog]

Fussy Baby Goyle|| Self-Para

Marcus had resorted to bouncing around the livingroom, while the tiny baby in his arms continued to wail. 

“Shhhh, okay okay. I know..” he cooed at the baby, trying a rocking motion to calm him down. Why wasn’t he quieting down? “C’mon, what’s wrong with you!?” He frowned, his face growing more worried. 

“Mummy’s not gunna be home till later..” he tried to reason with the newborn but he wasn’t having any of it. The pacifier was flung away and dropped from the fussy 3 month old. 

“Shhhh, its okay. Daddy’s here. Its gunna be alright-” his voice broke with frustration. Why was he crying? Why wouldn’t he stop?

Goyle resorted to pacing circles around the couch, the baby still bouncing in his arms. Gregory continued to cry and his little face grew red with exasperation. His little arms were up in the air and Marcus picked up a toy.

“Here, you want the ball.. Look its a ball...” he tried, like he was talking to a dog to play fetch. Bollocks, I have no idea what the hell I’m doing. Marcus was growing more frustrated and the baby could feel the negative energy. The shaking grew more violent and aggressive, making Gregory cry even harder. 

“Okay okay, fuck!” Marcus exclaimed. “Why won’t you be quiet?!” he cried out desperately. “I just fed you! And you don’t need to be changed!” Marcus felt like screaming a bit himself. “What’s wrongggg?!” 

The baby of course couldn’t answer any of these questions and the more that Marcus shoved the ball in his face, the more fussy the baby got. 

“I don’t know what to do,” Marcus admitted with frustration, growing worried. “Mummy’s not home.. She’s not going to be home for a while..” he realized himself as he spoke. It was a scary thought to be left alone with the wailing baby for the next 6 hours... what if he didn’t stop crying.. 

Goyle sr. grew tired of bouncing and pacing and rocking, so he took a seat on the couch, shifting the baby so Greg was in his lap. The baby’s head flopped over and Marcus quickly supported his neck. 

“Shhhhhh,” he tried again, but it was more like he was hissing at it. “Just be quiet.. please. Just stop crying.” He begged. The baby wasn’t having any of it. 

“C’mon I’m your bloody father.. you can’t always be with mummy.” He bounced his leg a bit and Gregory’s crying wavered. Marcus took it as a sign and continued, thinking he’d won this battle. 

The baby went silent and Marcus finally let out a exhale that he’d been holding. There. Now they could relax. The smile of relief pulled at the corners of his mouth. 

The tense seconds went by before suddenly, the baby started up again. Marcus tightened up, and his nerves tensed.

“No, NOOOOO! Stoopppp! God damn it. What’s bloody wrong with you?” He exclaimed, jumping to his feet. The baby was balancing in the crook of his arm, still fairly tiny.

“Greggy, c’mon mate. Shhhh...” Marcus felt like pulling out his hair. Where the fuck was Catrina? Why did she even go out anyways? Why did she leave him alone- something like this was bound to happen. 

Marcus didn’t know what to do. The baby’s voice cracked and he drooled on Marcus’ chest, but the crying continued with fervor.

“Merlin, Merlin where’s your Hippogriff?” Marcus started to sing. His voice was desperate and getting drowned out by the loud baby. “Fly awayyyyy, fly awayyy, yup yup yup.” He even tried making the hand motions with his one free hand- from what he could remember, though his nursery rhyme skills were severely lacking. 

“Don’t you cry, yup yup yup. He’ll be back soon.” His singing died off, realizing the baby was still not paying any attention. 

“Fucking hell...” he sighed. “Greggy has a wand and he makes lots of spells... He likes to fly on his broom..” Now he was just making this shit up, hoping it stuck. “And he’s gunna play Quiddich and kick the other teams asses..” the baby’s large watery eyes stared back at his father mid cry, making a small hiccup. Marcus held his breath, putting his finger near the baby’s hand so he could grab at it. 

“Greggy’s gunna beat stupid Hufflepuff.. he’s gunna be a quiddich star and he’s gunna have lots of friends.” the baby’s mouth started to quiver like he was about to start up again. 

“Okay okay, no, no. Not lots of friends...” He backtracked. “You’re not gunna have any friends then..” He said urgently, not caring about what he was actually saying, but hoping the baby’s silence would continue. 

Gregory looked about and hiccuped again, content finally to just lie in his father’s arms. Marcus sighed and let out a huge breath. He wasn’t ready to risk sitting down just yet. In fact, he didn’t want to risk moving at all. 

“If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands?” He tried, feeling immediately silly as the baby couldn’t clap just yet. 

The baby let out a yawn and put Marcus’ finger into his mouth to suck on. “Yah I know mate, me too..” he sighed. 

Marcus fell asleep on the couch, the baby lying on his stomach on top of his chest, waiting for Catrina to come home.