#sleepy moon mood board

[gummysunnybear]

Moon tsams moodboard! :D

Credit to the original thumbnail artist!!!

[and-the-in-between]

From dusk till dark.

Shots of the moon I took over the course of yesterday's evening.

[acanth3]

The Sound Of The Stars English Translation

EPISODE 2/8

A few hours later at the international airport of France.

Mika: Hmm~ I’ve finally made it to France

I thought I was getting used to travellin’ by plane but sitting for such a long time makes my body hurt. 

And jet lag is not somethin’ to joke about, yawn…..

It’s not the time to be lazin’ around! Why did he keep such an important plan a secret from me? I have to ask Oshi-san himself!

Now that I think about it, it might have been my fault I cut off contact with Oshi-san…

It should have been better to just leave Oshi-san alone, if I go near him i’ll just make him moody

Or….why was Oshi-san in such a mood.

After all, I did refuse Oshi-san’s offer to live with him….

When the event ended Oshi-san asked me to…

‘Let’s start a happy story together’

…..

Ah~ How embarrassing! Oshi-san is so kind to me!

To be honest, I was happy to hear that but-

Put yourself in my point of view, Oshi-san is busy with art and I’m just not active in that field

I can’t speak English well or even French, if I’m nearby Oshi-san I'll just be a burden.

So just not yet, I can’t think about living with Oshi-san….

I don’t want to bother Oshi-san who just wants to achieve his dreams…..

Uuu~ It’s hard to express my feelings..

Oshi-sans expression at the time, I’m sure the way i told him was wrong

Since then it’s been awkward with Oshi-san, so I haven't gotten to contact him in some time

But still, it’s selfish to send me to space!

You better be prepared Oshi-san when I come to your room, give me a thorough explanation as to why you sended me off to space!

Shu: …..

Mika: Oshi-san! It’s one thing actin’ unbothered but it’s another not tellin’ me why!?

Why did you go through the plan without me knowing?

How many times do I have to tell you to understand me? I want you to tell me before talkin’ about such important things!

Where did my dream about going to space first even pop up? I can’t go to sleep without feelin’ like throwin’ up—

Shu: …..

Mika: Are you listening Oshi-san!? I’m so angry right now!

Shu: Non! How noisy! Get this fool out my way!

Heh…it’s Kagehira! You’re welcome, KaKaKaKa ♪ 

Mika: Eh..! Oshi-san, do you have a headache?

There’s dark circles under your eyes, are you okay…?

Shu: I’m just reading to gain knowledge on what’s necessary for space. Perhaps I was distracted.

I thought it was still midnight, and yesterday. You gave me a call saying you were coming to Paris, I didn't expect you to come so early.

Mika: I boarded the plane right after callin’ you

I was so impatient, Oshi-san I didn’t tell you I got here

Shu: Doesn’t really matter, I was busy reading all night.

Mika: Don’t over do it, if your sleepy go get some sleep?

Shu: Fufu, it’s okay. No, rather my eyes are clear now!

Kagehira. Don’t you believe exploring the unknown is fun?

Everytime you learn something new, your brain is constantly being stimulated with curiosity. Each time I discover an unknown truth, more and more keep appearing before me.

My urge to gain more intel continues to grow. How can such a wonderful thing exist in this world?

Eureka! I understand Archimedes' scream now! KaKaKaKa!

Mika: (Oh, I can't…Oshi-san is too…)

(What should I do? I can’t converse at all)

Um…Oshi-san, so the reason I came here…..

Shu: Do you believe in aliens? 

Mika: Alien…..?

Um, aliens, the things that look like octopus?

Shu: That’s how martians look like, martians are aliens too however so it’s okay. 

How did the idea of aliens exist in the first place? From a scientific point of view, knowledge on the universe and its stars began to deepen. It has developed a lot since the beginning of the world. 

Since the time of creation, it can be said people must have believed in aliens for a while. 

In Japan the belief of ‘Princess Kaguya’ is an example of one of them. 

As well as, Lucian's story ‘Trip to the moon’ is one of the oldest to exist. 

There’s also the theory that ancient civilisations came to be with the help of aliens as well as similar building shapes.

This sounds eyebrow splitting but,

In this book there’s detailed descriptions on aliens and extraterrestrial ideas constructed even during the ancient times. It’s all so very interesting. 

Now, Kagehira, read it too! There’s no doubt it will be useful to you too!

Or, Kagehira, do you prefer other nonsense such as UFO’s?

If that’s the case, then you must read this ‘History of UFO Research’ it has the list of Unidentified Flying Objects seen so far, the locations, time and confirmation of existence. 

Mika: O-okay! I got it, I understand Oshi-san! Please calm down~

Huh, the landlord!? Oshi-san and the landlord are here together!

Shu: “Sorry for the inconvenience, did I make too much fuss?”

“Yes, yes, No I’m okay as usual.”

“A book, it’s just a reference for something I’m working on currently, don’t worry”

“No, No I’m not going back to japan just because Kagehira is here.”

Mika: (I’m not sure what he’s sayin’ but it seems that the landlord is worried about Oshi-san)

(The landlord is also thinkin’ about the books piled up all over the place. Im gettin’ a bad feelin’)

(Most look french, but some are in japanese too. Which do I…)

(“Origins of the Universe” “Circle of the Sky” “UFO and the Mystery to Extraterrestrial Life”)

(They all have suspicious titles!?, is this what Oshi-san has been reading?)

Oh, landlord what are you saying?

WelI….. dont understand french at all…

Shu: Good grief, you don’t have to worry at all. 

Just be careful not to get mixed up with religions and occults. 

Mika: …Heh, well now I understand the landlord’s concerns…

Sorry for the concern. I won't worry too much...

he's so happy cutie

[thesmokingguns]

Cuddles w/ Axl Rose

Axl loved when you were in these moods. Usually touch averse every once in a blue moon you’d be extra snuggly, curled up against him any chance that you could get. The moods came on randomly and he never knew when it would happen.

But tonight you wanted to be held.

Sliding from the couch your bare feet sunk into the carpet as you headed up the stairs toward the bedroom. You stopped over the second to last step that creaked loudly if stepped on past 9PM. That was all you needed, to wake up the dog before you even got into the bedroom. His barking would alert Axl and you knew if he was awake to greet you that you’d be self conscious about sliding into bed with him.

Pushing open the door, you bit your lip as you saw him, curled in bed. He looked so at peace, the dog at his feet looking up with a cocked head as you entered, silent as a ghost. His tattoos were all showing in the pale moonlight. Faded colors and lines that had once been vibrant dulled with age. And yet, you smiled at him, still in awe of how he looked even though he had been robbed of his youth years before you had met him.

Carefully , you moved to him.

As you slipped into his bedroom, the smell of his cologne hung in the air. Rich and heavy, making you want to nuzzle against his neck to breathe him in. Your eyes opened as you watched him, unaware you were in there. Thinking you had fallen asleep on the couch again.

You shrugged your shoulders, the lightweight robe folding in ripples of silk on the floor. He only dressed you in the best, gave you the best. Not that you would know the difference between satin or silk but Axl only wanted you to have the greatest of everything. The thin chiffon and lace teddy was loose on your skin and you were gently tugging the straps down, wiggling your hips as you flowed across the floor, closer to where he was in bed.

Freezing on the open side of bed you stood, naked and unsure if you should ask permission before diving into the sheets. The fear of talking and hearing no driving you into the bed as you swam across, clinging to Axl like he was a buoy in the ocean and you’d sink without him.

The gasp of life he gave, pulled from a dream as your nose buried against the warm skin of the base of his neck, hands tucked against his chest. Your feed slid between his knees as he tried to make sense of what was going on. Having been stolen from sleep and you thrust into his arms had shocked him. But not enough that he didn’t know how to respond.

His arms were wrapping around you, tugging you just a little bit closer. Lips coming down to the crown of your head in a kiss that made your eyes squeeze shut, trying not to panic as he held you just like you had wanted him to do.

Still, the first touch always felt a little overwhelming and you had to suppress the ick feeling that left you dazed for a second, reminding yourself how nice he smelled. How warm he was. How good it was to be shown love in this way. You should feel how much it meant to him to have you here, coming to him in your touch starved manner and asking him to feed you with cuddles.

“Hi little moon drop.” His voice was low, grumbly from sleep and you thought about how it made your stomach do somersaults and your eyes drooped low, tired. People talked about bottling sounds and you knew Axl’s sleepy voice was what you would pick to get drunk off of.

He didn’t ask if something happened or made me crawl to him, no Axl was good and hugged you close. He just wanted to hold you all the time and took the times he could as gifts.

Your body was relaxed and you knew he appreciated having you soft in his arms instead of stiff like a board, which had happened on more than one occasion when you had tried to force yourself to be held. Physical touch was not your love language and it was hard for you to accept or give it since it confused you and gave you the ick feeling so much.

“Can you kiss me?” you asked for kisses though, didn’t just let him think that it was okay. Kisses were given out so infrequently that you felt the way he was breathing in, his shock unable to be hidden by this ask.

Axl’s hand slid under your chin, pulling you to look at him before sliding his lips over yours. Usually a kiss would give you the icks that had you running away but today you wanted more. Pushing your lips back against Axl’s opening them and letting your tongue poke against his.

He made that sound, his groan vibrating in your mouth and making you know that he liked kissing and it was okay to keep going. You were very good at understanding him and it helped you feel safe in situations like this, out of your comfort. He had a harder time and wanted to check in, pulling away from you as you tried to pull him back.

“More.” you demanded as he looked around, like something was possessing you and he could make sense of it if he just caught a glimpse of whatever phantom was haunting you. But you were cupping his cheeks, pulling him onto you, “more.” you whispered and Axl knew that he always would give you what you wanted.

And if you wanted more, he would give you all that you wanted and then some.

[afrokid]

if u dont mind could i request either a wallter/pest regress thing? either like those outfits or hc things you do.. if you dont do it either way i still love your agere stuff, thank u very much for feeding the regretevator agere community

i'm in the mood for writing AND board making soooo u get both ! i saw you had some regressor wallter posts so i made this based off of personal interpretation and your headcanons ^_^

tried a new kind of moodboard look , hope you like it ! ! !

headcanons under the cut :3

regressor wallter headcanons !

he's a very calm baby... he loves to read, play piano, journal, and curl up in soft fluffy blankets for a nice nap.

he has a music box he likes to have going in the background! it helps him relax. he also has a record player and likes when the vinyl crackles, it makes him sleepy.

he loves to read! he has picture and chapter books stored in a specific section of his home library for easy access! his favorite books are peter rabbit, goodnight moon, and the very hungry caterpillar.

he doesn't have many toys. he doesnt like toys that make a lot of noise so he just has a couple stuffies, but they mean the world to him. he'll sit them around him and read to them!

he likes to watch nature documentaries, especially about owls! he is also a frequent visitor to those bird nest livestreams.

favorite drinks are tea and warm milk!

he regresses a lot more around wintertime. the soft flurries that blow past his window and the unique way it piles around the landscape makes him so nostalgic. he'll sit by a window all wrapped up in his favorite blue blankie for hours at a time just watching the snow fall, trying to count every flake.

[honeyfarts666]

An Ocean of Tears

A Sauron Redemption Fic

Angst, Suicidal Thoughts, Animal Friends, Secret Child

Chapter 1: Prolog: A Begining Centuries in the Making  Chapter 2: Odd Companions Chapter 3: A Young Adventurer Chapter 4: The Wanderer Child 

New! Chapter 5: A Procession of Elves on Ao3 or under the cut ↓

(Also I made a mood board for Halbrand’s Garden)

Story Excerpt:

Was it so hard to believe that he had been a prisoner of Morgoth too? He had gone willingly at first, but he became just as trapped as every other soul caught in his master’s snare. He had no grand desire for evil. In the youth of the world, he had craved adventure. His only crime was believing Morgoth. And following him. And doing his dark bidding for millennia. He hung his head as shame poured through him.

Chapter Summary:

Estion ponders his encounter with Halbrand as Rivendell welcomes unexpected guests.

@helenvader @starlady66 @veladelibrr @coraleethroughthelookingglass @lazymeriadoc @shia-the-buff @ringsofpowerfans @restless-tides @rebelrebelwrites 

Estion blinked and he was back in his mother’s study. He quickly turned from side to side, but no one had entered the room in his absence. Everything was exactly as it was, save for the candles burning out. The only light came from the full moon shining through the single window. Estion gently placed the ring back on the pedestal as if it would shatter if anything touched it. He silently opened the door and slipped from the room.

He dared not linger in the hall or in any other rooms, lest he wake his mother. He had no desire to explain to her why he was up at such a late hour or what he had been doing. He crept into his bedroom and latched the door as quietly as he could. He pulled his tunic over his head and slipped into his night clothes.

The next day, Estion slept late. When his mother finally rapped on his door, his eyes fluttered open, straining against the golden beams that filled his room with mid-morning light. He heard his mother’s voice leak through the door, “Estion, are you awake?”

“Yes,” he muttered as he rubbed his eyes.

The heavy, oak door swung open and Galadriel entered. She wore a long gown of cream-colored velvet which made her glow in the late morning sun. She chuckled as she took in the sight of her sleepy son. She sat next to Estion, combing her fingers through his messy hair. “What time did you go to bed?” she asked and kissed his forehead.

“I don’t know,” Estion replied.

Galadriel rolled her eyes softly. “Trying to catch a barn owl?” She teased, “Or perhaps raccoon?”

He shrugged and glanced away, pretending to blink back the sun. “I couldn’t sleep,” he said plainly.

Galadriel ran her fingers through his hair again and hummed, “Well, you mustn’t sleep all day.” She rose and plucked a green tunic from his wardrobe, laying it out for him.

Once he was dressed, Estion and Galadriel ate breakfast together in a bright corner of their apartment. As Estion bit into his eggs, his mother asked him, “What did you want to ask me last night?”

“What?” Estion asked with a full mouth.

Galadriel replied, “You were waiting for me last night. Was there something on your mind?”

Estion shrugged. He loved his mother dearly and trusted her to the bone. But he was nervous to tread in such still waters. They had never discussed his father and, for all Estion knew, Galadriel had a good reason not to. But more than that, he was afraid talk of his father might bring her sadness and that he could not bear. “I just missed you,” he lied.

Galadriel smiled softly, “You are the most loving, wonderful boy I could have asked for.”

Estion beamed up at her as he finished his meal.

-

A month passed and Estion did not mention any part of his secret adventure to his mother or to Elrond. He would often think of the Maia and his strange but wonderful home. Halbrand was being more powerful than any he had met before. It was frightening to think about; Elrond often reminded him that there were many servants of evil in the world. And many of them wore a guise of fair beauty to fool the unsuspecting. Estion didn’t know if the Maia was a friend or foe. He had been nice enough, but he had asked questions about his home and his family. Estion also recalled the lie he had told; that he was Elrond’s son. Did Halbrand know he was lying? Was that a power the Maiar held? Estion had no idea. But, in his heart, he did not believe the Maia was his enemy. He was certainly powerful and dangerous. But he had sent him home safely with a blessing. And that did not seem like something a servant of darkness would do.

As the days passed, Estion took to playing high up on the cliffside. He had a new favorite spot, one that was far away from the house and any conversations he might overhear. He found a place where the trees cleared and he could see the whole valley sweeping down before him. Sometimes he would find animals to befriend or berries and herbs to gather. That day, he sat and absent-mindedly whittled designs into an old branch.

He had yet to ask his mother any of the questions about his father that lingered in his mind. He wasn’t afraid, per se. But it never felt like the right time. And, perhaps, there was a good reason she didn’t want to talk about his father. And speaking of the man who was absent from both their lives would surely bring her to tears.

He was roused from his thoughts when he saw movement in the valley below. It looked like there was a parade coming down the road. A long procession made its way toward Rivendell, flying bright banners that whipped in the wind.

Estion was overcome with curiosity. Visitors to Rivendell were few and far between and this procession looked to be at least a hundred strong. He hurried down the slope of the mountain to see the newcomers from close up. By the time he returned to the main courtyard, the whole settlement had assembled. Elrond and his mother stood before the procession and every other resident was fanned out behind them. At the head of the procession, a dark-haired elf sat on a gleaming white horse. His long robes were gold and he wore a crown of golden laurels upon his brow. He gracefully dismounted his horse and approached Elrond and Galadriel.

Estion watched as both Elrond and his mother bowed to the elf in gold. “My King,” Elrond announced in a loud voice for all to hear, “We welcome you to Imladris. We shall hold a great feast in your honor tonight.”

Estion gasped. The golden elf must be Gil-Galad, the high king of the Noldor. But then, Estion saw every eye in the courtyard turn on him. His gasp must have been louder than he thought. The King too turned to fix his piercing gaze upon him. Estion shivered under his demanding look.

“Estion,” Elrond called to him, waking him from his fear. “Come.”

Estion hurried past the onlookers and joined his mother, snuggling up against her for comfort. He was keenly aware that Gil-Galad’s eyes continued to watch him.

“Estion,” his mother gently urged, “bow to the king.”

Estion blushed as he glanced at Gil-Galad and then bowed.

“So,” Gil-Galad announced in a loud voice, “This is the child.”

Galadriel placed a protective hand on Estion’s shoulder. “Yes,” she replied firmly.

Gil-Galad approached further and put his hand under Estion’s chin, lifting his face for inspection. He hummed, “An unusual child indeed. But it is to be expected of mixed blood.” He paused for a moment before he continued, “I name you Haradrion. The son of the south.”

Gil-Galad backed away and Estion felt his mother’s hand tighten around his shoulder. When he looked, he saw her glaring daggers at Gil-Galad.

Elrond beckoned to his steward, “My King, we shall allow you and your company to rest after your long journey. The feast tonight shall be remembered for an age!”

The steward bowed and lead the High King into the house. Once he and his company disappeared inside, Estion saw Elrond visibly relax. Estion leaned into his mother but found her to still be rigid. She wrapped both arms around him fiercely. “How dare he,” she muttered.

“Peace, Galadriel,” Elrond warned in hushed tones.

Estion looked up at his mother as she replied, “He has no right to name Estion!”

“He is the king,” Elrond reasoned.

Galadriel huffed and turned away.

As silence fell between the adults, Estion asked, “Why is he here?”

Elrond sighed, “To reprimand me.” Estion looked to Elrond with concern. Elrond gave him a reassuring smile, “It’s nothing to worry yourself over. A slap on the wrist for my pride is all.”

Estion was not convinced by Elrond’s amendment but he smiled and nodded anyway. Elrond was called away to perform some host-ly duty. Galadriel took Estion��s hand and they walked back to their apartment.

The whole house was uncommonly active that day. The High King's company included dozens of guards and servants as well as several other distinguished elves. The guards were stationed outside, ever watchful against distant threats. The servants seemed to fill the halls of the house to the brim. There were more of them than Estion could imagine a use for. It didn’t take him long to decide he did not like them or their lingering stares. Once back in the apartment, he watched the servants hurry around from the balcony above. After an hour, they began to notice him there and stare at him again. Wishing to hide from the undue attention, he retreated inside. He couldn’t understand why they were all so interested in him.

Near evening, Galadriel called Estion into his room. On his bed, she had laid out his best tunic, the one with silver leaves embroidered along the collar and cuffs. “You need to dress quickly,” she told him, “Or we shall be late for the feast.”

Estion quirked his brow, “I am to go to the feast?”

“Yes,” Galadriel affirmed, “The High King requested your presence.” She bit her lip and Estion could see that it troubled her. But he did as she asked and dressed in his fine tunic and clasped a velvet cape around his shoulders with a silver broach.

His best close proved to be necessary for the feast was a formal affair. The fine, china plates were set on the table and the golden candlesticks were spaced through the center. Four minstrels sat in one corner playing soft melodies. Usually, Elrond would sit at the head of the table. But that night, Gil-Galad took his place. Elrond sat to his right and some noblemen Estion did not know sat to his left. Galadriel was relegated to the place beside Elrond and Estion sat beside her.

Six courses came and went over two hours. And Estion was expected to sit still and silent the whole time. He wasn’t used to such formality. He racked his brain as he attempted to remember the one lesson he had been given on proper dining etiquette. In the end, he just copied what his mother did, waiting to see which utensil she chose for each dish. The food was delicious, as it always was. In lew of the king’s surprise visit the cook had prepared several dishes normally reserved for holidays, raspberry pudding being Estion’s particular favorite. As he licked his spoon clean, Gil-Galad turned his eyes to him.

“Haradrion has been very quiet, yet he does not seem to possess table manners,” he said as he turned his gaze from Estion to Galadriel. It took Estion a moment to realize Gil-Galad had been talking about him. But as he felt his mother tense, he recalled the name the king had bestowed upon him. He froze instantly and pulled the spoon from his mouth, setting it down with a shameful blush.

Galadriel gave Gil-Galad a cold look, “He is yet a child.”

Gil-Galad gave her an amused smirk, “Tell me, Haradrion, what did you learn in your lessons today?”

Estion gulped as all the attention in the room turned to him. “I- uh,” he stuttered, “I didn’t do my lessons today.”

Gil-Galad raised a disapproving eyebrow, “Perhaps the commotion of the day was a distraction. What did you learn in your lessons yesterday?”

Estion racked his brain, trying to recall the words he had read. “Um…” he bit his lip, “I read about the forming of Numenor…”

“What else, Haradrion?” Gil-Galad demanded.

“Umm…” Estion grappled with his memories. Trying to recall anything he had learned recently. He had only read for half an hour yesterday before his mother let him be free. “I found where the holly berries grow in the woods,” he volunteered hopefully.

Estion watched as Gil-Galad’s face tightened ever so slightly. Clearly not the answer he wanted to hear. He turned to Galadriel and said, “You allow your child to stuff his face and run wild. Yet, you do not see fit to educate him in any of our customs?”

Galadriel scoffed, “Do you truly believe the traditions of our people can be reduced to table manners?”

Gil-Galad laughed. It seemed to Estion that it was a cold and hollow laugh. No one else joined in. “No, Galadriel,” Gil-Galad continued, “But if you ever hope that Haradrion might assimilate to Noldorian culture-”

“Assimilate?” Galadriel cut in. “He has been born and raised in our culture. Assimilation isn’t necessary. And his name is Estion, not Haradrion!”

Gil-Galad ran his tongue over his teeth. “Surely, you do not intend to suggest that your peredhel bastard is equal to those of pure, Noldorian blood?”

Galadriel abruptly stood, knocking her chair back with a loud scrape against the stone floor. “Surely you do not intend to preach your slander to me, nephew.”

Estion had thought the room was silent before. But then, the minstrels stopped playing and Estion heard several soft gasps from around the room. All eyes were fixed on the three of them.

“How dare you?” Gil-Galad spat, “I will not be insulted by a common whore!”

“And I will not be dictated to by a-”

At that moment, Elrond too abruptly stood and shouted, “I will not allow this speak in my hall!”

Galadriel seemed to relax slightly but Gil-Galad seemed even more enraged. Elrond turned to Gil-Galad, “Forgive me, High King. But this is still my hall and I will not allow this to continue at my table.”

Gil-Galad’s rage seemed to pass. “Then it is well that the meal is over,” he said plainly. He rose from his seat and all his retainers followed suit, leaving the hall.

Once the last of Gil-Galad’s servants had exited, Elrond slouched wearily and put his head in his hand, rubbing his temple. Galadriel pulled Estion into a tight embrace, cradling his head and burying her face in his hair. The few elves that remained, all permanent inhabitants of Rivendell, had the decency to look away and busy themselves with leaving.

Elrond leaned over to Galadriel and whispered, “I will do what I can to soothe this.”

Galadriel nodded but had no words for her friend. She took Estion’s hand as they too left the hall. They walked slowly and silently through the footpaths back to their apartment. When Galadriel latched the door behind them, she pulled Estion into another long embrace. After a moment, Estion felt something wet in his hair. “Mother?” he asked as he gently pulled away. Tears streamed down Galadriel’s face. He had never seen her cry before and it sent a horrible chill through him.

“I’m so sorry you had to hear that,” she whispered, stroking his face.

Estion shrugged, “I’m okay.”

Galadriel led him over to a bench and said, “Do you remember when you overheard Elrond and me talking on the terrace?”

Estion gasped softly, looking up at her in amazement. He hadn’t realized she knew.

Galadriel smirked and said, “Yes, Elrond told me all about it.”

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop!” Estion declared.

“I know, my love,” Galadriel said. “I was waiting for you to ask me those questions yourself. But you never did.”

Estion looked down at the floor, “I didn’t want to make you sad.”

She lifted his chin so she could look into his eyes. “Thinking of your father does make me sad. But that doesn’t mean we should never speak of him. I was wrong to keep his memory from you. I am sorry.”

Estion threw his arms around his mother. “I love you!” he said as he squeezed her with all his might.

“I love you more than light,” she declared.

After a moment, Estion asked, “So, is my father dead?”

Galadriel shook her head slowly, “No, my heart tells me he still lives.”

Estion wrinkled his brow in confusion, “What happened to him?”

“He…” Galadriel trailed off. “He went away.”

“For how long?” Estion asked with hope lining his words.

Galadriel shook her head, “He is not coming back.”

Estion’s face fell along with his spirit, “Why?”

Galadriel took a deep breath and said, “We had a disagreement. A profound disagreement that could not be reconciled. And so, he left.”

Estion could not help the tears that brewed in his eyes. With all his strength, he held them back and asked, “Didn’t he care about us?”

Heartbreak was written all over Galadriel’s face as she confessed, “He didn’t know about you. I didn’t either. By the time I realized you were growing within me, he was already long gone and I could not find him.”

Estion shuddered as his tears finally fell. He let out a sob and rested his head against his mother’s shoulder. Galadriel held him and she too wept for the great hole in their family.

After a long moment, Estion quietly asked, “What is his name?”

Galadriel swallowed hard and replied, “Halbrand.”

Estion was stunned. He bit his lip, thankful that Galadriel could not see his face. He was unsure of what to do or even what to think. Could the man in the Greenwood be his father? But his father was a human and the man in the Greenwood was a Maia. Perhaps his mother was mistaken. Or perhaps there was more than one being in Arda called Halbrand. Either way, he dared not say anything. It was an unusual name, though. He nuzzled against his mother again and the two stayed in each other’s embrace for a long while.

Notes:

This might be a good time to make a note about the name meanings.

Estion: "Esta-" means "to be called" and "-ion" means "son" - Tolkien elves usually get two names. Their first name is given by their father and their second name by their mother. My idea behind this was that Gal was getting lots of shit for being an 'unwed,' single mother and her naming him Estion (as his first name) was her way of telling the world "Fuck you, I do what I want. This is MY SON and the identity of his father is irrelevant!"

Haradrion: "Haradre-" means "southern or south" - So this is just Gil-Galad being a little shit and pointing out that Estion isn't 'one of them.' (small spoiler: Gil-Galade is going to give Estion another name when he discovers who Halbrand really is!!)

No shade at the Gil-Gadaddy girlies! But he is going to be a major dick throughout the rest of this fic.

As always, thank you so much for reading! Please tell me what you like/what you are excited about! I love hearing from all of you!!

[harvesthomie]

[mythos-lotte]

Pastel moodboard of an introverted Hippie for @black-hippie-moonchild

[kaleidoscopek9]

Ok, so hear me out; I've had this idea for about a week (when I discovered you punk babes), so it's a little . . .odd to say the least😅

What say one night Moon and Sun are getting back on the bus when Sun hearing something behind him. He of course tells Moon he'll be right back and Moon just reminds him they're leaving soon, so hurry up. Sun goes to investigate, only to find a small patterned ball of fur crouched next to some boxes aside from the stage. He reaches for it, but it hisses and scratches at him. He immediately gets starry eyed and picks it up. He starts cuddling it, during which the kitten realizes he's friendly and starts purring uncontrollably. Then he hops back on the bus and lion king-style presents it to Moon as their new best friend/roadie. Moon, who was mid-tuning one of his guitars just looks on at Sun like, "what the actual hell is happening right now?"

Sorry, just thought it would be a fun idea for them to have another roadie, but not in the form of y/n or the tour bus driver🙃

Okay but Moon would absolutely be on board with keeping a cat as their little travel companion. It’s practically a living plushie that purrs, he would be in love with it the moment he saw it.

Their bus is definitely big enough, and it’s got plenty of hidey-holes and cubbies for a cat to snuggle up and sleep in. If the driver was in on it too, the cat could even sun itself up on the huge dashboard while they were traveling. Hell, management might even be swayed to allow them to keep it since they’d consider it a free way to de-stress and improve the moods of their robots, as long as the cat didn’t cause trouble or scratch them up.

I can absolutely see Moon practicing his bass with a sleepy cat flopped over his shoulders, snuggling into the fluff of his jacket. And Sun would 100% try to recreate the “keyboard cat” meme with their new kitty & his electric synth, lmao. Moon would be obsessed with the sound of its purring and the softness of its fur. He’d subconsciously run his fingers through its coat while he’d write music. And Sun would spoil the absolute shit out of it. He would want to install little platforms along the walls to allow the cat to maneuver around the bus without hopping to the floor. And if he could get his hands on some, he’d try to grow some cat grass or catnip along with his succulents that he’d be able to give to them.

[j-1z]

txt rising sign guesses

SOOBIN: Scorpio rising, maybe Capricorn

He mentioned somewhere he was born at dawn. I feel like across the board fellow astrology enthusiasts agree with this. Very introverted, Soobin has very, very intense and intimidating eyes that kind of feel like he’s staring right through you. I find that Scorpio placements look at you through their lashes, as if they’re looking up at you and I find that the Scorpio Moon line also does that to an extent (particularly Kai). Maybe this is something I’ve only noticed, but those with Scorpio and Pisces in their big three (more so Moon and rising) have this blank resting stare where they seem so spaced out with a little smile on their face, Soobin is no exception; there are a couple of group photoshoots I’ve noticed where TXT is doing some goofy stuff and Soob just seems so happy and blissed to be there.

This ASC would land Pluto in the 1st house, a placement that gives the quality of a Scorpio rising, so this effect is doubled in Soobin’s chart. His moon would be in Pisces in the 4th house; natives with this placement have a very significant relationship with their moms. Recently, I remember seeing that list of 20 things Soobin’s mom wrote about him and thinking to myself how that just makes sense according to his moon placement, it was just so. Sweet.

His chart ruler would end up being his Libra Mars in the 11th house, taking a bit of the edge off of his Scorpio rising and Pluto in the 1st. He seems to come off very polite and friendly once you get into talking to him, I think he’s a bit more approachable for that reason.

YEONJUN: Leo rising, Libra rising?

Also mentioned that he was born at dawn. I feel like Leo seems like the obvious choice - he has The Hair, the scowl and that fiery energy about him. I thought maybe if he had a Libra rising, it would make Leo Venus his chart ruler, which could give those characteristics with a fairy-like edge. But since he’s very scowl-y and that energy is so pronounced, I lean towards Leo rising. His resting face is very hard, not in a scary way, but it almost reminds me of a grumpy cat - very feline. The way he can change his expressions in an almost immediate, comedic manner is something I’ve noticed in Leo risings too, very animated.

This would make his chart ruler Virgo Sun in the 2nd house, giving him some Taurus qualities. I did a tarot reading for TXT awhile back where I had mentioned Yeonjun seems very Scorpionic to me and I think this is the reason. I’ve noticed strong Taurus placements are very similar to strong Scorpio placements.

BEOMGYU: Gemini rising

No confirmed birth time, but this would make his chart ruler Aquarius Mercury in the 10th house and I believe in Beomgyu Aqua Mercury Chart Ruler Supremacy. He says such odd stuff in the best way possible and the way he speaks is very meticulous and thoughtful. This would place the majority of his planets in the upper part of the chart, making him more extroverted and part of the reason why he’s the mood-maker.

Gemini risings are very quick moving with pointed gestures. Very dollish, kind of Barbie-eqsue proportions no matter the height or weight. Also a wider torso, all things I’ve noticed with Gyu. They’re also pretty chatty when given the chance.

TAEHYUN: Virgo or Gemini rising

No confirmed birth time but I think if his chart ruler isn’t his Capricorn Mercury in the 8th house I’ll quit studying astrology /j. I read something that those with prominent Capricorn/Virgo placements have these dead, but wide eyes and Taehyun is literally 👁👁. Very cerebral, the fact that he says that he thinks about his problems logically makes me think it’s more than just his Aquarius placements. He dresses very smart but comfy, which I notice among prominent Earth placements. Very clean cut features and comes off a bit more obviously reserved.

HUENINGKAI: Confirmed Pisces rising

7:47pm birth time. Such sleepy eyes, he always looks like he can fall asleep. Kai also has that blank resting face with the little smile that Soobin gets. Members have said he looks like he’s made of CGI, like a fairy. Pisces rising’s look like they belong in the Tinkerbell animated movie. Water signs in the big three give natives very prominent eyes; adding his Scorpio moon, I think the mesmerizing eyes comment Kai gets makes sense.

Chart ruler is Leo Jupiter in the 5th house - so incredibly Leonine and because the planet of his chart ruler (Jupiter) also rules his Pisces rising, I think he’s quite a bit more Pisces-like as well. Although Leo’s get the rap of being very outgoing, center of attention types, I find that August Leo’s are more reserved than those in July. Of course, other planets factor in, but I believe it’s because of the Virgo placements that start to move in. Kai’s Virgo Mercury is harshly aspected (which, btw, isn’t a bad thing, astrology is always a guide for how to help yourself and it isn’t something that makes or breaks you) and is opposite his rising. Add that to his 12th house placements, he’s actually much more reserved than he seems; his prominent Leo placements are what puts him out there. He probably gets told he’s a great listener and would like to keep it that way, rather than talk about his own feelings.

[funky-lady]

Drastic Measures

The Boatem Crew Boards The Dream Cruise Ship

AKA the Boatem Dreamers AU

TW : Implied torture, blood, injuries, dsmp typical violence.

Quackity wipes off the blood staining the blades of his shears using one of the sleeves of his once pristine poet shirt.

There’s a pleased smirk curling his lips.

Growling, Techno gathers the last of his strength to spit a thick blob of saliva and blood in the man’s face.

It lands, much to his satisfaction. Quackity shoots him a scathing glare, grabbing him by the hair roughly and lifting his head up to examine his wounds.

Technoblade stomps down the embers of fear that threatens to appear in his gut as Quackity’s eyes take on a sadistic glint that promises untold amounts of pain.

He holds back a sigh of relief when the man pulls away, glancing towards Sam who has just stepped off the moving platform.

“Well?”

Putting his shears away, Quackity offers the Warden a irritated shake of the head, hands curling into fists.

“He still won’t spill. Might be time to move onto more… drastic measures.”

Techno tenses, dreading what the man has planned for him.

Judging by Quackity’s gleefully sadistic tone and Sam’s swift agreement to the man’s suggestion, what’s coming won’t be pleasant in the slightest.

Cursing in his mind, Techno hisses in pain as he shifts slightly.

He doesn’t how long he can take it.

He’s been stuck in here for nearly a month.

Only a few days at the start of his stay in Pandora’s Vault were exempt from the pain and daily torture sessions he now has to endure constantly.

He’s exhausted. Sick and tired of Pandora’s Vault.

He might one of the World’s greatest fighters and a piglin hybrid, but he still human.

He wants all of this to end.

He wants to go home.

He wants to see Phil again.

He wants to keep mentoring Ranboo and Niki, teaching them the art of war; teaching them how to stand up for themselves, how to fight for what they believe.

He wants to talk some more with Mumbo about redstone machines and unorthodox weapons, like end crystals.

Peace love and plants

Blood for the blood god!

Blood god!

Mumbo mentor! So cool!

He wants to go on another grinding expedition for Wither skulls with Grian and Impulse. He wants to scam people with Scar while Grian watches on with exasperated amusement from the sidelines. Man, he’s really craving a iDimpy bar right now. Even if the recipe has yet to be completely perfected.

Wither duo!

No! Wither trio!

Desert duo return yes!

Hell, he’ll even happily listen to Grian ramble about building techniques for hours on end, he misses the times the avian would chat his ear off, going on and on about gradients and block palets.

He misses the nights spent star gazing with Pear in the observatory Grian built on top of the mountain near his house.

He misses his calm evening conversations with Scar in front of the fireplace, with Steve and Jellie curled up in a cuddle pile at their feet. The man’s soothing voice and charming smiles are one of the rare thing to be able to settled the voices in his head.

He misses his best friend, who stuck to his side through it all.

Damn it, Phil. What’s taking you so long?

True

Mood

Moon big

Dadzalate lol

Techno not his son remember?

Right sorry

Sleepy boys inc reunited soon please

Sam gives a grave nod. “I see. How unfortunate. We really need information about the intruders as soon as possible.” The creeper pauses. “What do you have in mind?”

Quackity tsks as he exits the cell with Sam by his side.

“Now now, Sam. Don’t get ahead of yourself. You know how I like to keep it a surprise until the very last second. It’s good for the business after all. Makes the game so much more… addictive, doesn’t it?” He steps onto the platform, waiting as Sam rummages through his inventory to end pearl his way across the lava. “So don’t worry, you’ll all be finding out in no time at all.” His smirk widens as the platform starts its trek towards the Vault’s entrance. “See you soon, Technoblade.”

A/N : a rough timeline can be found here :D

@call-me-dj @kia-kit @the-charlie-dalton

[cosmiclatte28]

New World (Jaemin x you)

This was from my Luhan collection (that didn’t catch much audience but I love the plot so I am recycling the fanfic :”) )

warning : you’re immortal, steamy!!!

enjoy!

Jaemin wakes up from his sleep. Another nightmare: the same repeating dream that always haunts him. His loud gasp and breathing, wakes the beauty sleeping soundless beside him.

“What is it Jaemin?” your voice sounds raspy from waking up, Jaemin gets up from his sleeping position and leans his back on the head board.

He takes a deep breath, “Nightmare,” he cups his hands onto his face and sighs.

You scoot closer to him and pull him into a hug, “Again… the same one?” You whisper softly into his ear.

Jaemin nods and lays his head to your chest; he closes his eyes and takes deep breaths. The dark claws in his dream earlier are still swimming in his head, he presses his eyes tighter and grits his teeth, he shakes his head in order to keep the mind away.

He holds his head up and stares into your deep blue calm eyes, searching for comfort in it. “Honey, it’s horrible. I cannot sleep and wake up with the same worry, I am afraid of losing you. I can’t live without you.”

You chuckle, “I am immortal Nana, I am the one who’s supposed to be afraid of losing you.”

He bites his lips in frustration, “I’m aware, just that… can’t you make me immortal too?”

You kiss him lightly, “I can Jaem, it’s just that we both have to wait for the right time. Please wait for me okay?”

Jaemin whines, “But you have to do it okay?”

You give him a reassuring nod, “I will.”

“Promise?” he offers you his pinky finger under the peeping moonlight.

“Promise,” You link your pinky and seal the promise with the thumbs.

You put your hand over his forehead and send him light waves to drive him back to sleep.

“In two days, the full moon will reach its highest point. That night, you will get what you want Jaem,” You whisper to the sleepy Jaemin.

He smiles with his sleepy eyes, “Whenever it is, I will wait and when you’re ready, I am ready.”

He kisses you and slowly brings himself into dreamland.

You lay your head on his chest and draw abstract lines on the veins of his strong arm, the same arm that has caught you from falling down into troubles, the arm that gives you warmth, the arm that makes you feel secured whenever he hugs you. You caress his arm softly, lovingly, while you mumble: “What if you got hurt in the process? What if you only want my powers? What will I do if you leave me after all of that…”

You stare into his innocent sleeping face, you doubt yourself for ever thinking that this pure man will leave you, but you cannot lower your guards. Most archangels fell into the darkest pit of life when their loved ones leave them for someone else. You have risked your life, falling in love with a human, and you’re taking the next risk… making him immortal. You didn’t feel a tear falling from your eyes, it streams down your face because of the stress and worry inside your heart.

Jaemin happens to hear your mumblings and he turns his body to face you, he pulls your small figure into his wide shoulder, with his secured arms he hugs you possessively. With one hand running through your cheek, wiping the tears; and the other hands clasping you tightly in his embrace, Jaemin finds your blue eyes.

“Darling, keep that mind as far as you can. I am not like that, I am never leaving you. I only love you and will always love you. No matter what,” he looks at you sadly, and plants a kiss on your forehead.

“I love you,” he whispers and you both descend to sleep.

The morning sun shyly peeks over the closed curtains, your alarm annoyingly cuts both of your rest time. Every morning, the bed feels even softer, the pillow fluffier, and Jaemin’s arms more comfortable than anything else. The two of you force your tired eyes to wake up and start your day.

The two of you enjoy breakfast over cups of coffees, and then separated into your own consecutive offices. You will meet him back on the afternoon after all of these office hours.

The sun rises and sets, the moon peeks and hides, you and Jaemin continue your life like the usual routine.

Until the full moon reaches its highest place, the atmosphere perfect, and the mood set. You’re ready when you greet your husband home with a fancy candle light dinner for two on your dining table, he seems to understand what you’re planning and Jaemin cannot keep his cool.

“You’re ready Jaem?” you asked when the last gulp of wine enters your throat.

Jaemin smirks, “Ready as one can be,”

You walk to him and press your forehead to his, looking straight into his eyes you once again question him, “Promise you won’t leave me?”

He inches closer and with a gentle kiss he replies, “Never.”

You smile and press a kiss he has never experienced before. The night is long, and Jaemin is already excited.

“Get ready Jaem, for this will be enthralling.”

end

[hockeywhhores]

first snow- m. barzal

m. barzal x f! brazilian! reader

summary~ you get spend your first snowy christmas with mat.

warnings~ language

genre~ pre-established relationship

word count~ 1.3k

masterlist

Choosing to spend Christmas with Mat in New York was a daunting choice. Yet, here you were walking around Times Square with him. The weather was super cold, but you both didn’t mind. You were from a very warm climate, having lived in Brazil for most your life, and weren’t used to it. Mat took it upon himself to keep you warm. He would make you wear big, puffy coats, beanies, scarfes, and gloves. He took keeping you warm very seriously. Mat would even stop and get you hot chocolate whenever you shivered a little bit in his arms.

Sadly, It was very cold, but no snow to play in. Mat was telling you all the funny things you could build and how pretty it looked, but you have yet to see any. The city still seemed to have the Christmas spirit. Everyone could see how the holiday picked up everyone's mood. Mat wanted to make your first Christmas, that was spent with each other, the best he could. God only knew how many presents he had stocked up. Hiding in places he hoped you wouldn’t look in his apartment.

“Are you Mat Barzal?” a young boy asked, effectively snapped Mat out of his little daydream.

“I sure am!” Mat smiled down at the boy. Now that Mat was paying attention he noticed the Islanders beanie that sat atop the kid’s brown hair.

“I admire you! I even picked the number 13 as my jersey number!” the boy bragged.

“That’s super cool! What’s your name?” Mat asked.

“I’m Axel!” Axel was over the moon. He could stay still for a second, always rocking back and forth on his feet or bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“I can tell you’re a huge Islanders fan! Do you want a picture?” Mat loved meeting fans, especially young fans. You loved seeing him interact with the young boy. You loved how caring he was, and he always made sure they felt like the most important person in the world.

“Axel! Axel!” all three of your heads snapped to see a mother frantically running around Times Square.

“I’m right here mom!” Axel put both his hands in the air and waved them back and forth.

“Axel, what the hell were you thinking? You scared me.” his mother lectured him.

“But Mom, look who I just met?” Axel pointed at Mat. She looked up from her child to see you and Mat.

“Hi, we were just talking about hockey.” Mat simply said.

“Can we get a picture with him, Mom?” Axel begged his mother.

“That’s up to him. How about you ask him?” she explained to Axel.

“Can we please get a picture with you? Everyone is going to be so jealous!” Axel asked Mat. Mat looked over at you and you smiled and nodded. You wanted the kid to be happy.

“Of course!” Mat exclaimed.

“Do you want to be in the photo, Ma’am? I can take it for you.” You asked Axel’s mom.

“Would you? That would be wonderful! Thank you!” she exclaimed and handed you her phone. The three stood together, and you took the picture. Then, you took a picture of the kid with Mat together. You could see how happy everyone was.

“Have a Merry Christmas!” Axel yelled when the pair went back to shopping. You both reciprocated, also going back to messing around around the shops.

“You are so good with kids, Mat. He loved you.” You admired him as you were walking back to his apartment.

“Fans like him make playing even better.” Mat explained, smiling down at you. “And you make life even better.” He leaned down and pecked your lips. You were blushing, quickly hiding your head in his chest.

“I love being with you.” you assured him. You were still letting him lead you around the busy city streets.

When you got back to his apartment, the sun was already down. You always laughed off everyone that told you New York City was ‘the city that never sleeps,’ but they were all right. The lights shone out, and the view from his apartment made it all that much better. When you first stayed at his place you could sleep. Mat swayed with you in front of his big windows, and held you until you were sleepy enough he had to carry you back to his bed. You smiled at the memory. The night went smoothly. The bubble bath Mat drew up was angelic, and the movie you chose was quite good. Both you and Mat went to sleep at a very suitable hour.

You weren’t usually up before Mat, so when you did you used that time to silently admire him before going to start the coffee. You were memorizing his face; memorizing how peaceful he looked while he slept.

“Didn’t anyone tell you staring was rude?” Mat mumbled, and you just giggled.

“You were made to be stared at, Pretty Boy. Now, do you want me to make you some coffee?” you asked him

“Yes please.” Mat was still trying to wake up. You lightly kissed his cheek and started doing your morning routine. While you were getting the coffee maker to work you looked out the windows. There was a white cast over the whole city.

“Mat! Snow is falling outside!” you cheered, running around trying to find him in the mid-sized apartment. When Mat saw the excitement in your eyes it reminded him of a kid, ironically, on Christmas.

“Well, get dressed! Let's go play in it!” Mat said, feeding into your excitement. You just cheered and started speeding up your morning routine. It was not long until you were ready. Mat made sure you were dressed for the weather, and led you outside to the park down the road. Some kids were already there building snowmen, but not many. “What do you want to do first?” he asked you.

“Let’s build a snowman!” you strongly suggested. That was what you did. You spent two fucking hours on a stupid snowman, but neither of you wanted it to be any other way. You weren’t moving fast at all, just soaking up each other's presence while you stumbled over what else you could build for your snowman. Meanwhile, you were turned around looking for a good stick you could use for his arms, you felt something hit you in the back. You whipped around to find Mat already making another snowball. “Mat!” you gasped out. You quickly gathered a snowball and launched it at him. Ducking when he flew at you.

“Snowball fight!” some kid yelled, and soon the whole park was throwing snow at each other. You and Mat stuck to throwing the snow at each other, not wanting Mat to get in trouble for throwing snow at children. You were beating Mat, until you slipped on a small patch of ice and fell on your back.

“y/n! Are you okay?” Mat yelled over to you. You didn’t answer. You had a little trick up your sleeve. Mat rushed over to where you slipped and when he bent down to check on you; you threw some snow in his face. “Oh you sly dog.” Mat jokes, while you giggled at him. Another idea hit you and you acted quickly pulling Mat down on top of you. Mat made a little humpf  when he came down, but you felt a little better than the boards he is used to being smashed on. Mat got a little revenge when he got some snow on you, but you were still smiling at him. “Oh god, I really fucking love you.” Mat mumbled before leaning down and kissing you. Your back and butt were soaking wet from the snow, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

“I really fucking love you too.” you mumbled back. You would never forget your first Christmas with snow, that was for damn sure.

finshed.

[getitinbusan]

Destination: Jungkook

A super soft wedding fic from the Golden Closet Universe and the companion piece to September 1st

mood board & playlist

Happy 24th birthday to the love of my life 💜 I wish I could give you more than words you'll never see.

Nerves always took over your stomach during landing. That,  coupled with the reason for the flight and you were an anxious mess.

The plane had begun its long slow descent, "You look kind of green are you okay?" Your best friend squeezed your hand. 

"It's just...usually Guk does this thing...he sings to me and rubs my neck when we land."

She looked at you and shook her head, "Yeah, I'm not gonna do that."  

You laughed, "I don't think you're taking your maid of honor duties very seriously." 

"Ughh, I can't believe you're getting married before me." She sighed, "It's not fair, Yoongi and I are the ones who introduced you. It should be us." 

You couldn't help the grin that formed on your lips. Sworn to secrecy, she had no idea you'd gone shopping with Yoongi, the ring had been in his pocket for weeks. "It'll be you soon babe, maybe this weekend will inspire him."     

Checking the key card you stopped at 303. Why you couldn't stay in the same room together was beyond you. 

The door was just about to click closed when his running footsteps echoed through the empty hallway. Strong arms wrapped around you and soft lips fell on yours. He did his trademark hum while he kissed you, his happy song for his happy place. 

"I can't believe how much I've missed you."

Pulling him closer you inhaled him in. He was the scent of home that had been lacking for the last four days.

His smile got bigger until his dimples finally showed up, "It's late are you tired?"  He tucked your hair behind your ear, "We've got a pretty big day tomorrow." 

"Can I just enjoy you alone for a few minutes?" 

"Is everything okay?" He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled you onto his lap. 

Nuzzling into his neck you curled into him. "It's so stupid." 

"Tell me," he rubbed circles on your back. 

"I'm happy and I love you so much but I'm terrified and nervous and I haven't been able to talk to you about it because you've been here planning the perfect wedding for me ... and I'm selfish because I just wanted you to hold me and tell me it was all going to be okay."

He sighed in relief, "Of course it's going to be okay," he gently laid a kiss on top of your head. "Don't you know every fairy tale ends with and they lived happily ever after?" 

You couldn't help but smile, Jungkook was such a hopeless romantic. "Why can't we stay in the same room tonight?" 

Changing the mood he tickled you while pulling you back into the bed, "Because it's bad luck, and it would ruin the surprise." 

"We live together, I've seen you naked a million times so unless you've been hiding something really well I don't think I'll be surprised."

Just being back in his arms draped you in a sense of calm. His loud heart beat accompanied by the rise and fall of his steady breath lulled you into a much needed sleep. 

Your eyes crept open and looked at the clock, only 11:43. Laying your head back down you looked at Jungkook snoring peacefully. As much as you longed to keep him here until morning you knew he was superstitious. Leaning in to wake him with a kiss he  smiled and pulled you back against his chest. 

"Hey sleepy head."

He groaned under you as you poked him.

"You'd better get out of my room Jungkook, it's almost midnight."

Sitting up he rubbed his eyes and checked the time, "Shit."

He grabbed your hands in his and walked to the door.

"I guess I'll see you in a few hours?" 

Wrapping your arms around him tightly you really didn't want to let him leave.

"Nothing to be nervous about. You've got a dress right?"

You nodded.

"Then all I need you to do is show up." He kissed your forehead and stepped into the hallway. 

"Jungkook" he turned back, "I'll see you soon." 

You were glad that from the moment your feet hit the floor there was a barrage of things to be done. Mimosa's with a massage, nails, hair, makeup. Jungkook had made sure you wanted for nothing. 

You had no idea what to expect, you'd heard vague phone calls and caught small glimpses when he was planning but he'd really kept you in the dark.

Jungkook loved surprises and to his credit he was tremendously good at them. He wanted you to have a perfect stress free wedding giving you only two tasks,

1. find a dress

2. show up and say I do

The door swung open and your best friend stood grinning from ear to ear. 

"I know I'm your maid of honor but I hate you so much right now," she pouted. "I don't know how anyone will ever top what Jungkook has done for you down there." 

You laughed and it felt good to break the tension. "You specifically mean Yoongi topping it for you? Don't worry he already asked for my help."

Her jaw almost hit the floor. 

"Shit, damnit, I didn't say that! Don't tell him you know, he'll kill me!" 

Dancing around the room she squealed in happiness. "Would you be mad if I asked Jungkook to plan it?" 

"Is it that good? Is he already down there, did you see him?"

She nodded, "Everything is amazing, and he's so happy and he looks so handsome" 

You exhaled deeply, "I guess there's only one thing left to do."

She threw open the door, "Let's go get you married!" 

Sunset in Jeju, there wasn't a more perfect time or place.

Wooden boards lay across the sand leading to the exact spot Jungkook had proposed. There, up the row of candles under the fairy light arch stood the man who would be your husband.

Nothing but him existed beyond that. All you could see was his handsome face and small nervous smile, his hands wringing together to keep from fidgeting and  the reddening of his ears as you got closer. 

Surrendering the bouquet you had to touch him, you needed his hands in yours. Steady and firm, together you grounded each other. 

"Y/N,  People think our story started on a rain soaked camping trip. I don't believe that's true, that's just where it got good. Our story began in the stars,  It's the only possible way to explain how much I already knew I loved you. I promise to fill your life with happiness, love, and blanket forts for as long as you'll let me. Y/N, I love you so much and can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

"Jungkook,  Not a day goes by that you don't make me fall in love with you a little more. Not a day that you don't make me laugh or that you make me feel loved, and from here on out there will not be a day that we'll be apart. I can't wait to see what our future holds, and I hope that 50 years from now our grown children will think we're crazy because we're still building forts in our living room.  All that matters in my life is that I get to love you. Jungkook, you'll always be my iron man and I love you 3000." The tears started but he managed a laugh at your private joke.

You swept his tears away with a brush of your thumbs and he kissed you. Husband and wife. 

Everyone was gone. The last goodbye was said and you made your way back to the reception area. 

You stopped to watch him. He was sitting by himself, a smile on his face staring up into the sky. Your husband was so beautiful.

Walking towards him you caught his eye and his face lit up like all the stars in heaven. You held out your hand, "One more dance?" 

He wrapped his arms around you and you swayed together under the night sky. Waves rolled in place of music and the moon shone a personal spotlight down on you.

"Today was perfect Jungkook"

"It's not over," he stopped to lay a sweet kiss on your lips before smiling and taking your hand. 

Walking through the sand he led you to the seaside suite and slid the door open.

"This is the part where I'm supposed to pick you up and carry you inside." 

You couldn't help but laugh, "Are you asking me or warning me?"

"Close your eyes"

"So warning me?"

"Please Y/N."

Sweeping you up he carried you into the room and set you down. 

"Open!"

There in front of you the entire room was draped in white sheets and hanging lights. The bed sat inside the biggest fort you'd ever seen.

In complete awe you turned to look at him, tears in your eyes yet smiling from ear to ear. He knew he did good.

"Jungkook this is amazing!" 

He was so excited to show off.

"And look," he pointed to the tray beside the fireplace. "We've got champagne and all the stuff to make S'mores."

He buzzed around the room pointing out all the little details. 

"Jungkook, you forgot one thing." 

His face fell as he tried to figure out what important thing he'd missed. 

"What did I forget?"

Walking towards him your hands ran down his crisp shirt and undid his belt. 

"The part where you're supposed to make love to your wife for the first time…" 

Waking up to walls of white sunlight while wrapped naked against your husband's warm body you'd never felt more content. His dark hair was wild against the pillow and you couldn't help but stare and wonder how you were chosen to be the luckiest person alive. 

Soft snores let you know he wasn't deep in his sleep and he easily woke when you kissed his swollen lips. 

"Hey," he smiled, "what time is it?" 

Pulling the sheets off it was exactly what you'd hoped to find. Despite the evening's satisfaction his cock stood firm, thick and ambitious. 

"More?" he questioned with a smile.

You nodded while straddling his hips. "Sorry, I guess this is your life now." 

He sat up to wrap his arms tightly around you as you took him in. Bare chests pressed together and the feeling of your hearts beating in unison.

He kissed his way up your neck,  "And what a great life it's going to be." 

[irwinkitten]

matching tattoos | poly!kayshton

notes: thanks to the wonderful @aquarius-hood1996​ for creating this moodboard, i got inspired and ran away with the idea. this is honestly some soft shit lmao. don’t like it, don’t read it. simple. warnings: none word count: 3.6k (will i ever learn to not write so much for them??? apparently not)

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It was rare when you got to spend your days off that coincided with both Ashton’s and Kaykay’s. Sometimes it was one of them, but never both of them. Yet here the three of you were, lounging together in the living room. 

The last few weeks had been full on, so being able to spend a bit of down time with them eased the tension from your body as you sat nestled between them. 

You’d been doodling small drawings for the better part of the last hour, and whilst they never directly asked you what you were drawing, you’d feel their lips touch your temple every so often when they recognised that you’d been drawing them.

It wasn’t ever anything fancy, but small fun doodles that you liked to create. You knew they loved seeing them scattered around the house, small notes that you’d write for them, with a small doodle accompanying the words. 

But this time you ditched the paper, an idea striking as you took Ashton’s hand pulling it further into your lap. He gave you a questioning look, which you ignored in favour of tracing the lines of a small sun on his wrist.

He returned his attention to the TV as you did this, occasionally glancing up at the TV before returning to your idea, adding in a small star and then a moon, the small drawings connected by small dashes. Almost absent-mindedly you filled the sun in, pausing before you did the other two and left it, moving his hand from your lap once you were done.

“Are we your drawing board now, angel?” Kaykay’s amused voice broke your concentration after you’d reached for her hand. You glanced up, the amusement clear on her features, your own lips pulling into a shy smile.

“We’ve been together for so long now, you should be used to this.” You murmured and she giggled, shifting so that you had easier access to her arm, her head resting on your shoulder.

Silence fell between the three of you again as you started the same drawing on her, but instead of filling the sun, you filled in the moon. You tried to make it look as absent-minded as possible, however, you didn’t take into account that Ashton was watching you so carefully, his eyes flickering from your face to the drawing. 

When you’d done Kaykay’s, you hesitated.

“You need to match us, little one.” You nearly jumped at Ashton’s voice, his lips quirking up at the corner at the short inhale of air you took. You glanced down to your skin and hesitated before putting the pen onto your skin. 

You felt silly, but you coloured in the star on yours, a small smile overtaking your lips as you completed it. Whilst they didn’t quite match, it felt appropriate for the three of you. 

Once your pen was down, Ashton’s hands took your arm that you’d drawn on, his lips pressing soft kisses around the tattoo. You could feel your heart begin to race and your gaze broke from him, the flustered feeling of butterflies filling your tummy as he chuckled.

“C’mere.” You didn’t hesitate to shift into his open arms, allowing them to wrap around you, a content hum escaping as he pressed a kiss to the column of your neck, lingering only for a moment before pulling away. Kaykay took the opportunity to slide closer, tapping your legs for you to move them momentarily before bringing them back to rest on her lap.

You never got tired of these moments. It was peace away from chaos.

“Why that design specifically, little one?” Ashton’s voice broke the monotony of the TV, his hand tracing small patterns across your stomach as you gave of a small noise of confusion. “The drawings, little one. Why that design?” 

Ashton had timed the question perfectly, your body was getting heavier with sleep and he knew that you’d be less embarrassed to admit the reason to the two of them in your sleepy state.

“You’re my sun, my sunshine. The golden rays of the morning that break across so perfectly and create beauty where some might not see it. You’re the warmth of the midday sun, comfortable and consistent. And the evening sunsets, where the skies burst into colour, a different kind of beauty to behold. You’re the ray of joy on the days that I can’t quite get there.” Kaykay’s eyes were watching you, suspiciously bright. 

“You’re my moon, my moonlight.” Your fingers curved around her hand gently. “Something so beautiful and ethereal. You bring a kind of peace that I find in the moonlight, the comfort knowing that I’ve got light in my life, no matter how stormy the days get, you’re there. You’re beautiful and sometimes I feel like it’s kind of untouchable. But it isn’t. You shine with him.” You reached up to wipe the lone tear that had fallen, her lips curved into the biggest smile that set your heart on fire.

“And the star, angel?” She prompted you after a moment. This made you pause, your tired mind trying not to be self deprecating.

“At first, it was because I feel like I don’t compare to the two of you.” You admitted softly. “But as time went on, I realised that I hold my own beauty, my own worth. I’ve pushed myself to shine in a place that would otherwise make me feel dull and unappreciated. You two noticed me and told the world how you loved me. I feel like I’m home with you two, no matter where we are in the world.” Your words were growing heavier and Ashton pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Get some rest, little one.” You needed no further encouragement as you snuggled into him, your breathing falling heavy and slow within moments of your eyes closing.

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The next few days you were back at work, the ink drawing faded on your skin, but every time you glanced at it, it brought a smile to your face. 

You’d heard Kaykay complain loudly when Ashton went to clean it when they were showering together two nights ago. 

It made you soft that she didn’t want it rubbed off and she had a very smug look on her lips when she crawled into bed. Ashton had lain on her other side, rolling his eyes playfully at her antics. You’d just giggled and kissed her. 

You sent a photo of your rotas to the two of them when you got back to work, so they knew when you’d be off and planned days accordingly. 

When your next day off rolled around, you were woken up by an excited girlfriend who was practically vibrating in her excitement. 

“C’mon, we’ve got a busy day!” Her whines were enough to pull you from the bedsheets. Ashton had long since gotten up for his morning run. 

“I’m moving.” You groaned in return, pulling yourself so you were sat up. She offered a beaming smile in return, her lips finding yours before slowly pulling away, a frustrated noise escaping as you chased her lips with your own.  

“Up and out, Angel.” Her tone was firm and you pouted before pulling yourself out of bed, lips capturing hers, your arms pulling her against you. You could feel her practically melt into the kiss, her arms wrapping around your neck before you pulled away. 

“See, I’m up Peachy.” You breathed, a grin on your lips as she snorted before kissing you once more. 

“Get dressed. We’ve got a full cooked breakfast this morning and then we’re heading out.” She finally peeled herself away from your grasp, laughing at your pout as she kissed your lips once more before heading downstairs. 

Grumbling about mean girlfriends and pushy boyfriends, you headed into the shower and allowed yourself five minutes to relax, the heat of the shower and the pressure of the water doing wonders for your mood. 

When you were dried and dressed, you knew that your partners would be getting impatient, so you took a little longer as you came down the stairs, laughing at the frustrated noise from Kaykay as you slowly sauntered into the dining room.

“Please Angel, I’m begging you here, I wanna be out on time.” Her pleading puppy dog eyes had you caving in seconds, kissing her pouted lips softly.

“Fine Peachy. But this better be a good trip.” You hummed as you dug in, pausing once to get a kiss from Ashton as he took his plate into the kitchen. 

“You’re gonna love it.” He murmured reassuringly and so you tried not to over think it as you finished breakfast before your dishes got swept away by an excited Kaykay. 

Your exasperated gaze met Ashton’s amused one as he laughed and held his hand out to you. You took it and allowed him to pull you up, his lips planting a firm kiss to your temple before letting you pull away. 

“If this has been a secret, how the hell has she made it this far?” You grumbled to him as you put on your shoes and jacket. Ashton snorted. 

“She’s been driving me up the wall when you’re at work. She’s had to get it out of her system before you go back so the surprise wouldn’t be ruined.” He explained as she came bouncing down the stairs. 

“At least I can keep a secret Mr ‘I’ve-got-a-secret-but-I-can’t-tell-you-oh-we’re-going-to-Bali.’ Irwin.” Kaykay fired back as she collected the car keys. You laughed. 

“You two are never going to let me live that down are you?” The pout that he wore made you grin wider. 

“Nope. Right. Any clues to where we’re going?” You were hoping for some clue during breakfast but nothing had screamed at you for an idea of what was going on. 

“If you tell angel, no sex for a month.” The threat was casual and Ashton stared at her, slack jawed. You pouted but she held firm. “I’m warning you, it is a surprise.”

He finally rolled his eyes before nodding. 

“C'mon. Let’s go.” And you were hustled from the house and into the car before you could even protest. 

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You didn’t recognise any of the area Kaykay was driving. You’d been thoroughly confused when she drove towards the city and the confusion didn’t let up when she pulled up in a parking lot. 

“Okay, this is where you’re telling me you’re axe murderers but coming to kill me in the middle of the day?” Ashton snorted as Kaykay rolled her eyes before turning in her seat to face you. 

“You trust us right?” You felt confused by her question yet answered anyway. 

“Of course.” 

“Then just trust this, please?” Her eyes were wide and pleading and you caved immediately, ignoring Ashton’s smirk. 

“Fine.” The grumble made her grin before she got out of the car. You and Ashton both followed. 

Her hand slipped into yours and automatically your other arm looped through Ashton’s, allowing her to guide the two of you. Although from Ashton’s smug look, he clearly knew what was happening. 

“If this is all for coffee, I’m going home.” You warned as you finally recognised the area and Ashton laughed, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple. Kaykay huffed. 

“Would we really do such a thing?” She glanced back, giving you the most innocent look she could muster. 

“Yes and you’d do it again no hesitation.” You returned deadpan, eyebrow raised slightly. Ashton laughed as she stuck her tongue out at you, but you squeezed her hand reassuringly. 

“Well it’s not coffee.” You grinned at her theatrics, the way she stuck her nose in the air, dramatically ignoring the coffee shop as you went past it. 

It was a few shops away that she stopped and you took in the tattoo parlour with confusion. 

“Are you getting another tattoo?” Was the first thing you asked Ashton and he grinned. 

“We’re getting a tattoo, little one.” The confusion must’ve been clear as daylight on your face because he laughed and gave you a gentle kiss. “Inside now, c’mon.” 

With Kaykay pulling you inside and Ashton helping, you were hard pressed to back out of the shop. And you watched as Kaykay greeted one of the tattooists with a familiar ease. 

“Tay’s doing our tattoos today. Tay, these are my partners that you’re probably bored of hearing about by now.” You found yourself staring as she introduced herself and it took Ashton pinching your side to realise and you found your words getting lost. 

“You’re certainly right about one thing,” Tay commented as she shook your hand, “they’re adorable when flustered.” 

You groaned into Ashton’s shoulder as the three of them laughed.

Once your brain was back in gear and you introduced yourself to her properly, she pulled out a very familiar drawing and you stared at it in shock. 

“But, it was just a doodle?” Kaykay shook her head at that. 

“But it wasn’t. Your meanings behind why each one was coloured in, it made it so much more important to you and when you shared that, to us. We’re gonna be that couple, but we’ve been together long enough. And it’s a tattoo for us to look upon and share.” 

And you felt a rush of affection for the two of them. 

“Okay.” You finally whispered and Ashton went first. You watched in fascination as Tay set up the station and the spot was the exact spot more or less where you’d drawn it so many weeks ago. 

“You, wow.” Was all you could manage as the needle began to pierce the skin and it came to life. Ashton grinned in return. 

Kaykay videoed a couple of seconds and you missed her snapping a photo of the look of awe on your face when Tay has finished Ashton’s tattoo with the sun coloured in. 

Kaykay went next and once again it was the same spot. Your fingers kept tracing over Ashton’s wrapped one, the plastic wrap around his wrist feeling weird under your touch, making you giggle to yourself as he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck. 

Excitement finally bubbled as it got to your turn and the first sting of the tattoo needle piercing you. It was a small tattoo but to see it on your skin for good felt slightly overwhelming, especially knowing you shared it with both Ashton and Kaykay. 

Kaykay had wandered to the jewellery case and you could see her eyeing up the variety of gems before she glanced over to you. 

“Another piercing?” You quietly asked and she shrugged as she wandered back over to where you were sitting. 

“Maybe. Not today.” She murmured in return before retaking her seat. Your hand reached out, fingers running through her hair before your palm curved against her face, and she nestled into your touch, a smile appearing on her lips. 

You had a soft look on your face, studying the way she seemed to melt against you. 

You hadn’t realised that Ashton had taken a photo or that the tattoo was done, until Tay finished and began to clean it, drawing your attention from your girlfriend to the artist. 

Kaykay was quick to take a hold of your hand in hers as your attention refocused.

“So, same as the other two. Unwrap when you get home, clean it in warm soapy water and put tattoo cream on it. If you need any help or touch ups, give me a call, otherwise you’re all good to go.” You grinned at this information. 

Ashton paid whilst you were getting your jacket back on and once you were out in the bright sunshine, you shared a look with the two of them before sighing. 

“Fine.” Was all you muttered and Ashton laughed as he led the two of you to the cafe you’d spotted when you first arrived. 

“You love my coffee addiction.” He teased as he stepped in and you rolled your eyes. 

“I love you. Not your ridiculous addiction to cold bean juice.” You fired back making Kaykay giggle as he placed his order. Kaykay placed hers but you declined making him roll his eyes. 

You maturely stuck your tongue out in return. 

By the time the three of you returned home, you were ready to get the wrap off from your wrist and you couldn’t help but feel amazed that one small drawing that you’d done on almost a whim was now not only inked on your skin for good but on theirs too.

“Is this your way of saying that you really want to make this work? Otherwise you two got inked for no reason.” You couldn’t have hidden your hesitancy, your fear, if you’d tried.

Kaykay rolled her eyes as she took your hand once more and pulled you through to the kitchen. She hoisted herself up onto the counter next to the sink and  you found yourself nestled between her legs as she washed the tattoo in the sink. Ashton stood to the other side, letting her do the honours.

“We made us work. Despite what everyone said to start with, we worked and we made it work. And at this point, the only thing really is a ring, but I know you’re not there yet. And we’re not going to push you to be there so soon. But I want you to know that this is it for us. We love you and we love how you fit so well.” 

You could feel your heart beating rapidly as you finally took Kaykay’s hand and began to wash hers, your mind mulling over his words.

It was a lot to take in, a lot to consider. But it brought a warmth to your chest that you hadn’t expected and certainly welcomed.

“I wouldn’t say no.” You finally murmured and glanced up. Both of them froze. 

“What?” Her voice was soft, confused. You smiled as you patted the tattoo dry.

“I wouldn’t say no. If you asked. But I’m not ready to wear the piece that will tell everyone else. I want to just be us. But I want you to know that if you asked, I wouldn’t say no. Just, no jewellery for now.”  Her arms wound around you once you let go of her hand and you smiled, holding her tightly.

“Always catching us off guard.” She finally murmured and you giggled, breaking Ashton from his trance.

“Gotta keep you both on your toes somehow.” Ashton could only grin in response as he leaned over, his lips meeting yours briefly.

“Never with us, sweetheart. Always gonna love you, whether you catch us off guard or not.” 

Once your wrists were dried and the cream was applied, you glanced between the two of them before hopping off the counter, your fingers taking ahold of their untattooed wrists and tugging them through the house.

“Something you want, angel?” Kaykay’s tone was amused, making you glance back to see the smile on her lips. You stuck your tongue out at her in return.

“My sleep got disturbed this morning. It’s naptime. No arguments.” Ashton laughed at the almost petulant tone of your voice.

“Bedroom or living room?” 

“Bedroom.” The ‘duh’ was left unsaid, but Ashton’s snort told you he’d heard it without you having to say it.

“It’s a good job we don’t have any visitors today then.” His tone was amused and you grinned as you pushed him onto the bed first, his raised eyebrow making you tilt your head to the side in an almost curious like manner, a pout on your lips.

“Ooo, we’ve got the pout. How can you resist those lips? And that face?” Kaykay teased as she slipped from your grip, only to let her arms wrap around your waist from the side. She planted a kiss to the corner of your lips and you found them curving up involuntarily.

Ashton laughed before shuffling back, opening his arms to you and you turned your head, giving Kaykay a swift kiss before pulling from her grip and crawling into Ashton’s arms, letting your head rest on his shoulder as the two of you settled back.

Once you were comfortable, Kaykay slipped in behind you, her face nuzzling into your hair, her arms wrapping around you and her fingers slipped into yours.

“It’s nice when we get to do things like this. No meetings, no shifts, no shoots. I enjoy our days out, but this is much nicer to do when we don’t get matching days off for a while.” Kaykay murmured and you hummed softly.

“You just like being the big spoon, Peachy.” You teased and Ashton huffed a laugh as Kaykay let off a petulant huff at your words, shifting her head so that her lips were by your ear, the ticklish sensation making you giggle.

“I get to hold you, of course I do. It’s not often our man lets me be the big spoon.” Her words were taunting, making you giggle as Ashton groaned.

“You two are going to be the death of me.” He muttered as you clung to him a little bit tighter, tilting your head to press a kiss to his jaw.

“Absolutely. And you love us for it.” You murmured in return and Kaykay laughed as the three of you settled a little more and you felt content enough to just lay there between the two of them.

Even if you weren’t going to nap, you were in your favourite place with your favourite people. And as your mind replayed over their earlier words, you felt the fluttering of hope that they meant what they said, because it certainly gave you a future to look forward to.

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[fan4196]

Fight

Hey everyone! Another Jolex fanfic, hope you like it. Thank you @angry-slytherin :) Enjoy!

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"SHUT UP!" Jo's screaming angrily at Alex. She hasn't been this angry at him for quite a while. Her blood is boiling and she's really trying to hold back tears.

"DON'T TELL ME TO SHUT UP! YOU WERE THE ONE THAT WANTED TO TALK!" He shouts back angrily at her.

"YEAH BECAUSE WE HAVEN'T TALK IN WEEKS! YOU'RE WORKING ALL DAY AND AFTERWARDS YOU'RE HANGING OUT AT JOE'S OR MER'S INSTEAD OF COMING HOME TO YOUR FAMILY. I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE! WE HAVE TWO CHILDREN! WE ARE TRYING FOR A THIRD! THEY NEED THEIR DAD! AND I NEED YOU TOO SOMETIMES!" She's still screaming at Alex, the tears she tried to hold back now streaming down her cheeks. She's so frustrated and even though she loves him to death, she could kill him right now.

It all started two weeks ago. She had no idea what had been the trigger but one day he just stopped coming home after work. He rather went to Joe's with Jackson or drove to Mer's house to spend his evening there. And when he came home, Jo and the kids already ate dinner and were in bed. Jo has heard him going into their rooms and kissing them good night but he didn't tell them 'I love you'. That's something he always did when they were already asleep when he came home from a long shift. When he then came to their bedroom he ignored Jo, if she was still awake. He went straight to the bathroom, changed and lied down with his back turned to Jo. No kiss, no 'good night', no smile, no 'I'm sorry', nothing. And Jo has no idea what she did.

He's silent now. He's not screaming back at her. He's staring into the distance. Without a word he turns around and is about to put his jacket on.

"HELL NO! YOU ARE NOT LEAVING JUST LIKE THAT AGAIN!" Jo hates when he's silent and not arguing back and bottling up all of his feelings. With some quick steps she blocks the front door, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You are not going again! We are talking about this, now!" She's talking much calmer but still with a range.

"Jo let me go!" Alex's threatening angryly. His eyes are dark with anger.

"LET ME GO BEFORE I SAY THINGS I'LL REGRET. MOVE!" He's screaming again. Trying to move Jo away from the door. But she's fighting him. He's about to lift her up, when they hear two little voices behind them.

"DADDY STOP!" "DON'T HURT MY MOMMY!"

He's letting go of Jo's arms and turns towards his kids.

"Great. You woke them up with your screaming." Jo's mumbling under her breath but Alex heared her very clear. He's turning back around to face Jo again.

"I wasn't the only one that was screaming here!" He's talking loudly again which the twins interrupt immediately.

"STOP!" "Please don't fight." Emery's face turns red and her eyes fill with tears. Jo pushes Alex to the side to walk towards her daughter. Neeling down she puts her arms around her baby.

"We are not fighting. We only argue a little. Ok? That's what mommies and daddies do sometimes." Talking calmly to her daughter she notices how Alex puts his jacket back up and scoops up their crying son. Without a word he carries him upstairs, Jo does the same with their daughter. Walking by Parkers bedroom, she can see Alex lying beside Parker in his tiny bed. His arms wrapped around his son calmly talking to him.

Jo opens Emery's room door, walks over to the princess bed and puts her down. Jo does the same as Alex and lies down beside Emery.

"Sshhh stop crying, baby girl. Everything's alright. You don't have to cry." Talking quietly to her daughter, Jo strokes a light brown curl behind her babies ear. Emery is craddeled into Jo's side, resting her head on Jo's chest, listening to her mother's heart beat.

"Why was you and daddy screaming, mommy?" Her voice is still teary.

"Because we had a little fight-"

"Are you not lobing daddy anymore?"

"Oh, Emy. Of course I still love your daddy. Just because we fight doesn't mean that we don't love each other. It's like when you fight with Parker. In the end you still love him, right?" She's questioning her daughter, who answers with a nod.

"I always lobe Parker. We are womb bubbies."

"You were womb buddies, that's right." Jo's laughing lightly at her daughters comment, stroking the tears from her daughters face.

"And your daddy and I are buddies too and we love each other very much. And we love you and P very much too. Ok?"

"Mmhh I know, mommy. You tell me 'lobe you' every day." Her voice is getting sleepy while her hand wanders into Jo's neckline. That's something she loves to do while falling asleep since she was a baby.

"Because I do love to and daddy loves you too-"

"I do." Alex quietly interrupts Jo, while he's walking into the room to Emy's bed. He kneels down beside it and puts his arms around his girl's, resting his head on the other side of Jo's chest.

"I'm so sorry for screaming, Emy. I'm sorry for not being here the last few weeks and not telling you storys about Princesses. And I'm sorry for being a crappy daddy." His voice is teary and his hand is stroking Emy's head while he's talking. He's lifting his head from Jo's chest and leans over her to Emery, who's starting to laugh hysterically under her daddy's kiss attack.

"You're not cappy, because I lobe you so much daddy." She's hugging her daddy with her little arm and kissing his face now.

"To tha moon-"

"-and back." Alex ends her sentence like they normaly do every night. With another kiss on her tiny nose he stands up again holding out one hand for Jo. She takes his offer and he pulls her up in his arms with a hug and a kiss on her cheek, which is his silent way to say sorry. With a smile she gets out of his grip, kisses her daughter goodnight and leaves the room followed by Alex.

In their room they change into their pj's without talking and get under the covers. Alex immediately reaches for Jo's left hand and squeezes it.

"I'm sorry, Jo." She gives his hand a squeeze back, then pulls away. With a turn of her head to the left she can see tears streaming down Alex's cheeks. He isn't the kind of man that cries a lot but when he's truly sorry, extremely happy or very scared he cries sometimes. So Jo leans over and kisses his tears away. They don't have to talk. Instead Alex puts his arms around his wife and holds her close. They lie like this for a few minutes until Alex starts talking again.

"Izzie called me." His voice cracks and it's nothing more than a whisper.

"What?" Jo pushes herself up from Alex chest, looking him directly in the eyes.

"That's why I've been so distant the last few weeks. I'm sorry-" Jo's not answering, instead she lays down on his chest again and signals him to continue.

"She- called me two weeks ago. I was surprised to hear from her after almost ten years. We talked a little bit. I told her about you and the twins and that I'm really happy and she was happy for me, but when I asked why she's calling she was silent for a minute and then asked if- if I would allow her to use the frozen embryos from back when she had cancer." He stops and takes a deep breathe.

"She told me about her husband and that he already has two kids but that they want one more and want to use the frozen embryos."

He takes another break.

"W- what did you tell her?" Jo's scared about his answer.

"I- I told her that I have to think about it and that I wanted to talk to my wife first-"

"But you never did."

"Yeah because I'm a stupid coward." Jo pulls herself up again and showers his face with tiny kisses. She stops and looks Alex in the eyes.

"You're not."

"I am. The day she called I should have talked to you but I chickened out because it was the day you showed me that negative pregnancy test. How could I ask you on that day to allow another woman to have my baby when you didn't. I just couldn't do it, I called Izzie and told her no. Because I could never live with the knowledge that I have a kid out there that isn't yours too. You are the only one I want to have babies with, Jo." His eyes soften and he's the one now stroking tears from Jo's face. "I'm so sorry for being so distant but that call and the negative pregnancy test really threw me over board. I was so angry and ashamed of myself that another woman asked for my baby when I couldn't give my own wife one." Tears roll down his face too now.

"Oh Alex." She puts her arms around his neck and pulls him close. Silently crying for a while.

"I love you so freaking much you stupid dump ass. But you need to talk to me. No matter how my day was, no matter how I'm feeling, just talk to me, please. I'm pretty smart and I understand a lot when you talk to me. Did you know that?" She loosens the mood with her joke and a smile, which makes Alex laugh.

"Yeah I know. I've heard that before. I remember a supply closet, you in a sexy, white dress and a paternity test."

"Mmhh. And even through six years have passed since then, you still don't talk to me."

"I'm still trying."

"I know." Resting her head back on Alex's chest, she closes her eyes and falls quickly into a dreamless sleep.

Alex pulls her closer, kisses her head and watches his amazing wife sleep with a content smile on her face. He had missed her the last two weeks, he missed having her in his arms, her head on his chest, her legs tangled between his, her slightly open mouth drooling on his chest, even her wild curls in his face. He had missed her.