#so sad I didnt get another fic done

[vander-affectionate]

guys im tired as fuck — exhausted. just for today tho, maybe a little tomorrow. i think its time i rewatch vampire diaries, then attack on titan again and then we'll watch arcane tmr

[rainbows-fanfics]

29 - Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

From the AO3 Wrapped Ask Meme.

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"She looked at him and he met her gaze. Her eyes grew watery. Without a word, she held out her hand. Her gloves had been removed sometime during the surgery. He caught sight of her painted nails and looked back at her face. Was she expecting him to comfort her?...Should he? She was in an indescribable amount of pain. She'd just narrowly avoided death and was recovering from a substantial amount of blood loss. 

And now she was reaching out to him. 

He hesitated before lifting his gloved hand and grasping her palm. This was apparently what she wanted. She squeezed her small fingers against his own. The breath left his lips in shock and the air puffed against the inside of his bauta. He could not gather the will to let go."

[noellefan101]

Not Replaceable

Characters: Alhaitham x GN reader

ft Kaveh and a weighted blanket(bc you can't tell me alhaitham wouldn't sleep with it, and that hes not autistic).

Warnings: not proofread, and definitley ooc but whatever

Note: this is heavily inspired by a fic i saw some months ago, but i cant remember their username and its kinda sad :(

he's been staring at your back for 30 minutes now, you seriously promised it would be dry tomorrow, its the best you can do.

"Haitham.. do you need anything?".

"you already know what i need…".

you looked at the man, and you sweared he looked like a kicked puppy, all because you had to wash his blanket today. you feel sorry for him, but it had to be done.

"yes, i do. but you can't sleep with a," you tried once again to convince him "a big wet piece of cloth" to just try and sleep without it.

"you could also just take multible blankets and stack them, or try to be a normal person like the rest of us" ah, Kaveh walked in, probably to get another cup of coffee, and to annoy Haitham as usual.

"not the same" Alhaitham said almost immediately after Kaveh had spoke, "it doesn't weigh enough, all the ones we have are too light for me to do that" you guess he's right, since it isn't the best to have too many layers of warmth in sumeru's heat.

you and alhaitham dont have that many blankets combined anyway, unless Kaveh woul- "alright! whatever, just dont take all mine like you did last time!" guess he already said no to that option then.

"i didn't take all of yours, just a few, you still had one left" i mean, he is kind of right, as much as you didnt want to agree with that at the moment.

"uggghhh… im going now, solve that yourselves" Kaveh spoke, walking out of the room with a new coffee mug in hand.

"love, are you sure you dont want to just try with the multible blankets?" you wanted to try just one more time, even though you were sure it wasnt going to actually convince him.

"yes" alright, then you dont have any other ideas. so you tried to brainstorm some more, though none would fix the actual problem at hand.

"i could make you some tea? or you could jsut read until you feel tired?" you wanted to help him so bad, but nothing just seemed like it would work. since yours was way too light, and you cant really go out and buy another on eofr him right now.

and his still shouldn't be dry enough to use. "no" he said as you gave out a sigh, you wanted so badly to give up on trying to find a replacement. but you still couldn't let yourself do it, you still wanted to help him actually sleep today.

"are you… sure nothing can work as a replacement, even just for today?" you're sure you looked so defeated at the moment, but it didn't matter now.

"…" silence huh? maybe he's thinking about it, or maybe he gave up as well. you cant really tell, and you're too tired to try understand what's behind those pretty eyes right now.

so you guess you should just-"lay on me" did you hear that right?? "what?" you cant do anything but question him. too focused on figuring what he was trying to do, or if you heard the wrong thing.

"i know you heard me, lay on me" so you weren't just hearing his words incorrectly, "but why would that help?".

"you weigh about enough to work as a weighted blanket" you looked at him surprised, "…excuse me?" you cant help but feel a little annoyed at him. although you knew what he meant know.

"i didn't mean it like that, i swear" he quickly spoke back. coming closer to you, looking worried that he had used the wrong words.

"its okay, im messing with you. i know you wouldn't actually mean it like that" you smiled smugly, letting out a little whimper as he picked you up without warning.

you looked up at him, confused, "i-i," you stuttered out yet couldnt finish the sentence before you felt him pull you in closer to him. "i can walk on my own you know!" it wasnt quite what you had wanted to say, but it would do.

he just looked at you and shrugged then put you gently down on the bed, and then he was laying beside you the moment it had come to you that he put you down.

you both looked right at each other once again, now face to face, in a silence you couldnt quite say was nice but it wasnt unpleasant either. well before he spoke up anyway, "are you going to move or do i have to?".

"huh?" you had already forgot why you were back in your bedroom by now, too focused on his eyes to care at the moment. "okay, i'll lift you up then" oh right, that it why you're here.

"sorry, w-wait atleast give me a warning first!" you wimpered out quickly as he took you up by your torso and put you down onto his chest. "i did give you a warning." you pouted at that.

"not a good enough warning, smartass" you clearly tried to sound stern, as if it mattered at all. but by the way your lips curled up and you just cuddled in closer to him, you clearly didnt mind.

it had been about 10 minutes by now, and you were fast asleep, although alhaitham wasnt quite yet. he was tired, yes, but maybe he had focused too much on you being right there than actually sleeping.

he wasnt complaining, dont get me wrong, but maybe it wasnt the smartest to have you on him when he wasnt suposed to focus on you. you just looked so pretty all curled up on his chest while still trying to cover him up as much as you could, even in your dreams.

he will fall asleep soon, just let him enjoy your sleeping form a little longer.

and yes, he should get a second weighted blanket, but he won't. because he now hopes gets to enjoy a moment like this every time the blanket has to be washed.

thx for reading, this is a very weird whatever but im trying to cook something up i just cant cook rn-Masterlist

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[maddsmallow]

madyy do you have any hankcon fics for me im on a kick (￣▽￣*)ゞ

@subway-dove i went thru my ao3 bookmarks, here's literally all of my favorites that i can remember by the plot summary LMAO

just a little scheme-lady drace

found (my) family (in the woods)-lady drace

aging with grace-trash_heap

stupid sexy priest-connorsjorts

ruining a perfectly good mattress-lady drace (NSFW)

calling in a favor-halcyandream (NSFW)

red all over-ghost_teeth (NSFW)

7 human habits you should try at least once-moonwalkingcrab (i dont remember the plot of this one but i have a feeling i really liked it) (NSFW)

promise-jerk3max (FUCKING SAD BUT GOOD)

dieu et mon droit-plutoandpersephone (NSFW) (also this one is a staple hankcon fic)

two different stars in the same sky-blackeyedblonde (NSFW)

the mermaid of fox creek-atropaazraelle

blue canary-beepgrandcherokeeper (NSFW)

though bright be the morning, brighter still be the stars-bibliomaniac

bend, twist, and shape-dbhprincess

the other way to someday-bigspoonnoya (NSFW) (this one is also another staple hankcon fic)

bound to you-mango_lioncat (NSFW) (this was a twitter fic and it's written in a way that makes that super obvious lmao, but the story is still really good imo despite that)

a tourist in a dream-octobig (NSFW) (this fic was technically never "finished" because the writer didnt really have an end in mind, but it leaves you very happy even so! no major cliffhanger or anything)

the gap in between-molias (NSFW) (another staple fic)

lilacs in bloom-molias (NSFW) (again, another staple fic—to be fair, basically all of this person's fics are fucking fantastic)

too much, never enough-jolli_bean (NSFW) (this is another hankcon fic writer whose fics are like ALL staple hankcon fics)

he's making a list; i'm checking him out-connorsjorts (NSFW) (ABSOLUTE STAPLE FIC)

blue skies, white slopes-highlyexplosivecontent (NSFW)

peppermint mocha-gildedfrost (NSFW)

the copper valley cowboy-highlyexplosivecontent (NSFW) (i made some art kinda sorta inspired by this for an art exchange!)

be brave, my heart, winter is coming-lady drace (not really nsfw but makes references if i remember correctly) (ALSO THIS IS MY FAV HANKCON FIC OF ALL TIME)

getting home-atropaazraelle (NSFW)

H & C, '39-blackeyedblonde (NSFW)

downloading to paris-sevdrag (the fact that this fic still isnt done is kind of a meme at this point. feel free to bully sev about it 👍 (only slightly joking LMAO))

eighteen wheels on an uphill climb-blackeyedblonde (NSFW) (this is like THE staple hankcon fic)

from the window-sumoattack (NSFW)

slow down, you're doing fine-jilliancares (NSFW)

i'm sure there's been plenty more that i have enjoyed, but if they're in my bookmarks, i didn't remember the story by the summary 😅 enjoy!!! if any of my mutuals have any to add, go ahead!!

[losersroom]

could u directors cut the conversation of gay90s where it's like "I’ve been thinking about April. You know, before I left." to "“Absolutely,” says Brock, who has never understood anything less in his life"....whatever pieces of that that u want to!! i just love that conversation and would love to hear ur behind the scenes!!!!

GOD so like. alright that whole fic grew out of a conversation me and g were having Forever ago about this post, particularly the second point. and i was like, oh hey, that reminds me of this story i wanted to write about brock going to the gay 90's. and then i sat on it for like two more months.

so the important thing to take away from this is that it was only ever supposed to be that first part, where brock and jonas run into each other and then jonas sucks him off and they kind of subtly agree to not talk about it, the end. but like, i am at heart a gigantic sap and i wrote up to there and realized i couldn't leave it on the final line of. it can never happen again. because i too have been gay and closeted and sad about it, and i didnt want to give all that to brock.

(the other thing, which you didn't ask about but here it is, is like. a lot of these thoughts and attitudes i gave brock in that fic were just... how i felt, about myself and queerness and everything, at age 21/22, born and raised in the midwest. and like obviously i grew up and got over it and i'm extremely queer and trans and married now, and i want to think, hey, in this universe i'm constructing, it can get better for brock, too. we just have to get him there.)

anyway i had to then construct like. a narrative throughline from blowjobs to some sort of mutual understanding. ive said this before but i always think it's fun in these things to like, present brock's opinions and perspective and expectations and just pepper in around the edges hints of what jonas is actually thinking and feeling and doing, which. doesn't always line up. and then make people guess what's going on in his head, same way as brock is guessing. what i HOPE people took from that scene is that, you know, that whole summer brock spent thinking about jonas, jonas was thinking about him, too. trying to work out in his head if brock being there was a one-time thing or if there's an opportunity to have something more. and i DONT want to get into whether or not i think jonas actually has a history in this continuity with any of the people that brock imagines he might, because i think it's more fun to leave people room to draw their own conclusions, but he definitely has more experience with Being Queer In The NHL than brock does, and navigating that world, and being just. careful about it. exercising caution. he might want to mess around with brock again, but he has to approach it with discretion, you know, in case brock... Isn't into that. (but in my heart, because i'm me, i also like to think that jonas is interested because it's brock, not just because he's there and potentially the only one of their teammates available. u know. in my heart everybody's in love, im a romantic, i can't help it.)

so that scene was just intended as like. connective tissue. but it wound up being my favorite part of the entire fic lol. just the... palpable awkwardness of trying to figure out if a guy is interested in you. being on the same page without really being on the same page. and then jonas choosing to just hang out awkwardly and watch a terrible movie at 2 am with brock not just because he cant think of another way to extract himself from the situation now that its clear theyre not going to fuck, but because he sincerely likes spending time with this idiot, lmao. that's Real. that's a move i would have done, when i was dating.

[im-a-marion3tt3]

...at this point i might as well just make a home for myself in your inbox, haha !! (please please please tell me if i'm in here too often !!) i notice that you're still wanting fic requests so i can't stop myself from popping in again :0

i have two suggestions, but goodness, please don't feel pressured to write both. and if neither of them interest you, that's completely fine too !! <3 (as a cw, both requests are related to your sh/ed fics)

the first is a request for (yet another O_O) continuation of the swiss/phantom storyline. you've left me wanting more again, haha !! so perhaps swiss' screaming match conversation with dew and rain about their negative influence on phantom ?

if that doesn't take your fancy, the line in sickeningly sweet "sure he told mountain a lot but never that much" has also got me wanting more of your writing and storytelling ! i'd be really interested to know what you think phantom has and hasn't told mountain in regards to his issues with eating (and maybe even dew as well, because mountain mentioning that dew told him a few extra details that phantom hadn't has got my brain running wild with possibilities !!)

this got very long, i'm so sorry :0 and i have so, so much more to say about all of your writing too !!? but i'll leave this ask as it is for the moment, since it's already quite long <3

Omg sorry I took so long writing this. I like drowning in work rn but I finally have the time to write again! I like your idea of Mountain and Dew so here you go! Thank you for the suggestion so much and I hope you like it! Sorry it's a little short.

Dew was laid on Mountain's chest, the two of them inside of the green house on a reclining patio chair. Gently, Mountain dragged his hair through Dewdrops long hair as he gently hummed. He had been working with both Phantom and Dewdrop on their eating, being the only ghoul to have enough patience and not tell the two to "just eat". So he found himself here, enjoying the warmth of the greenhouse.

"How's Tom?" Dewdrop asked softly after a few minutes of silence. After Mountain had taken him through the list of genuinely concerning side effects, Dewdrop had felt terrible for what he had done and turned to worrying for Phantom far more than himself.

"He's getting there but it's not great. He cried over having to eat breakfast. It took him half an hour to even try it but it's better than last week when he simply fell asleep rather than ate," Mountain said in a sad tone. It had broken his heart to see the poor kit distraught over essentially nothing; but he knew it was basically everything to Phantom.

"I'm so sorry," Dewdrop whispered, his heart shattering some. Mountain just rubbed his back and sighed, feeling sorry for both of them.

"It's all my fault, Mountain, I was the one who started this," he murmured biting back tears before continuing on in a meek voice, "I d-didnt realize he was going to do this so sometimes I'd point out the calories in things I wouldn't eat. I didn't even think he knew what a calorie was. And I said so much hurtful shit after that too. I thought he wanted me to be mean to him, I really did. I thought I was making him better by being worse." Tears streaked down his face by this point as Mountain held him close, just letting him get it all out.

"And, and, I made him hate his favorite food. Do you remember when Copia would get him cakes or cookies or just something sweet after every concert? And how happy he was to get them? He was so proud of himself... And I said he looked so much better not having eaten that shit. That it showed on his hips and that it was the reason he was starting to look like a little piglet. Why did I ever say that? This is all my fault!" At this point Dewdrop was sobbing, his body shaking as he cried. Mountain just held him tightly and let him cry. To think that both of them thought like that though, it made him want to cry too. They were both getting better though, and that was what mattered. What had been said couldn't be undone, so all that was left was to hopefully undue the damages.

[textmel8r]

OKAY. so basically this girl (we will call her regina because she is literally a mean girl) Regina had this thing with this girl called Carly last schl year and it didnt work out bc regina said she wasnt ready for a relationship (they still kinda stayed friends but the friendship grew more throughout this year)

so i came like this year and she at the time she told me the whole thign that happened and made carly seem like the villian and i believed her BC I WAS NEW AND I WAS LIKE TRYNA MAKE FRIENDS YK like i wasnt straight up gonna call her a lair

BUT THEN THIS YEAR BRO Regina was having a crush on this guy (well call him Justin) but Justin is like a rlly shy guy he doesnt rlly talk to the girls unless its for schl work she was just straight up being delulu but she started loosing feelings bc he wasnt rlly doing anything and they barely talked SO THEN SHE WENT BACK TO CARLY

AND AT FIRST Carly rejected her and regina acted GEN SAD but then Carly said she was just nervous and regina just said this out of the blue so then they planned a date and kissed WHICH IS IMPORTANT THAT THEY KISSED LMAO

Now we have this other girl in our friend group whos literally so nice shes the it girl well call her Ella SO ella has a bf and she talks abt him a lot and abt all the cute things he does (regina is always talking asking ella to talk abt him and like being her #1 supporter) anyways bc of reginas date, ella gave her kissing tips bc its reginas first kiss

Now when Regina and Carlys date ended Regina started SPAMMINGGG and like talking abt how they kissed and made out (giving unnecessary detail) BUT WE WERE HAPPY FOR HER AT THE TIME but now with everythign out it seems braggy yk

Btw this date was on a friday so after this date next week mon Regina acted like Carly NEVER EXISTED AND WENT RIGHT BACK TO JUSTIN BRO like it was like a light switch flipped like last week she was yapping on about carly and how she missed her and how she was excited abt this date next week acting like who was carly bruh

BUT YK it was not my relationship and none of my buisiness so i never really asked questions but i noticed how they stopped waving to eachother in the halls and small detials like that JUST NEVER BROUGHT IT UPPP

SO NOW Carly is like really close with one of my friends in the friend group ill call her molly SO molly showed me like texts of carly complaining about regina and how she literally ditched her and being upset with her.

THEN ME AND MOLLY LITERALLY CONNECTED THE DOTS BRO we theorized that bc of ella n her bf, regina led carly on just to get over her first kiss (we were right) at this point tho we felt iffy about her but didnt really do anything…

NOW this is just like backstory so last week everything exploded bruh so Carly told molly abt how one day regina called her BAWLINGG AND CRYINNGG about how she was jealous of Ella

And molly told carly how LAST SCHL YEAR REGINA CALLED CARLY A FAT COW BROO (talking bad about carly with another friend who told us) and this set everyone off bruh

Like all of carlys friends literally wanna beat up regina LMAOOO like the ghosting and leading on everyone was like thats shitty btu wtv and carly was like thats her first kiss not mine 🤷‍♀️ so shes gonna regret it later but the fat cow thing pissed everyone off

Now this is the main thing but because of this our whole friend group had a revelation that we dont even really like her and we noticed the small things that she does that are sooooo mean and unnecessary

NOW this is getting way too long...but the other things shes done (kinda more srs than this but this is like the main thing)

-🕵️‍♀️

i am so sorry but the entire time i was reading this i was thinking about how easily i could turn this into an attack on titan fic IM SORRY DONT HURT ME

[namjoonboo]

Can I request a power bottom rm where the male reader thinks rm don’t love him anymore so RM shows how much he loves the male reader

Do you love me baby ?

Namjoon x male reader

Warnings: power bottom namjoon!, dom bottom male reader!, angst, heavy smut, overstimulation, insecure! Male reader, reader is smaller than namjoon.

A/N: woah, I didnt realize how much requests I got after making my last post 😨, anyways I kinda went crazy on this fic since namjoon is my bias 🔥

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Y/N sighed like it was the 100th time. Namjoon hasn't answered his message in 2 days. Y/N felt that he was too clingy and insecure. Y/N felt that namjoon didn't love him no more after seeing namjoon flirt with female armys. Y/N turned off his phone and rubbed his eyes. Y/N was also felt insecure that namjoon didn't want to have sex with him/ride him.

It was another night without namjoon. Y/N groaned and cried in his pillow. 'Why am I even crying?' Y/N thought to himself and bit his lips and rubbed his red eyes. And Y/N eventually fell asleep.

....

Y/N woke up at 12:40 AM. He woke up with his eyes feeling dry and his was a mess. "Good morning baby." A deep voice called and when Y/N turned around he saw his lovely boyfriend on his phone looking at him. Y/N was shocked to see namjoon at this hour. But he didn't say anything. "That's no way to greet your man, come here" namjoon said in a sad voice putting his hands up for a hug.

Y/N moved his hair out of his face and slowly gave namjoon a hug. Namjoon tightly squeezed him with his strong muscles. Y/N felt that namjoon was trying to act all "innocent".

But Y/N didn't say anything to namjoon. He didn't want to talk to him right not. "This there somthing wrong?" Namjoon said to Y/N and his grip got tighter. Y/N was about to say what's wrong but, namjoons phone went off. Namjoon took his hands off Y/N and went to his phone. Namjoon got a phone call from jin.

"Oh hey jin, what's up?" Namjoon said to jin that was calling him. Their conversation felt like forever in Y/N eyes. Y/N felt tears going down his cheek. But he didn't want to cry in front of namjoon.

Y/N around on the bed so his back would be facing namjoon. After a couple of minutes, namjoon set his phone down and cuddled right behind Y/N. "Baby, why are you acting like this, hm?" Namjoon said in a concerned voice. Y/N sighed. "Do you love me?" Namjoons eyes went wide. Why would Y/N think that? "Oh baby, I had always loved you. And I still do. Had I done something bad?" Namjoon said turning over Y/N so he can see his face.

"Its just that- you always come home late, you hadn't answered my texts in 2 days, and you keep flirting with armys! It makes me feel insecure and it also makes me feel like you dont love me no more."

Y/N said trying to hold his tears but namjoon wiped his tears away with a sad face. Namjoon felt bad. "You know what? Let me show you how much I love you." Namjoon responded placing his lips on Y/N's and sliding his tongue in Y/N warm mouth.

Y/N moaned in namjoons mouth as namjoon grinded on Y/N's cock. This makeout session got heated and even got more heated. Namjoon pulled away and placed his lips on Y/N's neck and sucked on his neck. "Namjoon~!!" Y/N said getting harder.

Namjoon pulled down Y/N's pj pants and his boxers to see Y/N's cock spring out. "Please suck me off.." Y/N whined embarrassingly. "Of course, only for my baby." Namjoon responded slowly sinking his head down on Y/N's cock. Namjoon felt Y/N's cock go down his throat and hit his throat in all of the right places. Namjoon bopped his head up and down. "God your so big." Namjoon said cock dunk on Y/N's cock.

Soon enough, Y/N came all in namjoons mouth. Y/N moaned and covered his mouth shaking in pleasure. Namjoon swallowed all of Y/N's cum and whimpered. "I'm going to go down on you now." Namjoon said to Y/N moving Y/N's hair out of his face.

Namjoon took off his pants slowly. Y/N was feeling inpatient since how slow he was. Y/N groaned. "Please hurry up.." namjoon saw Y/N's cock twitch. He placed a kiss on Y/N's lips. "Just wait babe. I want to make love with you." Namjoon said taking off his pants fully. He took out some of his lube and put some on his hole. "I want you to know that I love you so much. I would do anything for you." Y/N blushed at namjoons words.

Namjoons ass was in Y/N's tip and then slammed down. Both of the males moaned out in pleasure. This was all out of love. "Your so tight~!" Y/N moaned out gripping his hands on the sheets. Namjoon groaned and sped up his speed. Namjoon felt Y/N's big cock in his stomach.

Namjoon was going down on Y/N in a very fast pace. The room was filled with "clapping sounds". Y/N's grip on the sheets got tighter and tighter "aHH~!!" Y/N moaned out as namjoon let out deep moans. Namjoon placed his lips and Y/N's lips and kissed the smaller male roughly.

"Mmph~!! So good!!~" namjoon smirked as Y/N was overstimulated. Namjoon moaned deeply as Y/N's cock hit all of the right places. "Go ahead, cum in me baby." Namjoon whimpered out and feeling Y/N's cum spray all in him. Y/N let go of the sheets and his body landed on the bed. Namjoon smirked to himself as he saw Y/N's fucked out state in his pjs.

And Y/N was still in namjoon. Namjoon pulled out and got next to Y/N. Namjoon put his lips on Y/N's earlobe and said in the words, "I love you so much. Never leave me."

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Made by namjoonboo on February 8th 2023.

[eldrith]

You said that you do prefer best friends to lovers but you also love an ‘enemies’ to lovers if it’s done tastefully and healthy but Jace and his girl in AGC just seems super toxic and i didnt like how he treated her during the first time he went down on her

yeah i see this point.

TLDR: if you don’t like it don’t read it.

i wrote the first part to that series right when i started reading/writing for the fandom and was definitely still learning abt jaces character in a writing context but also writing in general. it’s literally only been like a month and just like everyone else, my opinions and perceptions change 😊

i think it is completely fine for me to write different versions of characters… or else every single fic would be the same right?

they are both relieved about not being betrothed at the beginning of the series. reader has trauma because of her mother raising her to marry. her whole purpose to marry, even if she doesn’t want to - but she thought jace would be a fine enough match because she thought she’d be married to Aegon instead. she wouldn’t choose jace in the beginning of the series, and she’s not in love with him.

and yeah when he teased her in that scene, i wrote it not with the intention of it feeling hostile, so im sorry if it was perceived that way. the reader was written to not take it personally - because if i were in that context, i wouldn’t have taken it personally and i often write off base instincts - it was more as hiding their insecurities from each other with their burst of attraction:

yes, she was disheartened by him having sexual experience - with the ‘wash of sadness’ etc, but she is highly hypocritical (intentionally!), as she has the same experience he has. she is projecting her religious trauma (similar to her own mothers actions in the series with piety but sleeping with criston. my intention is to draw parallel lines that she is trying to break from) onto him. this notion is explored in later chapters too. basically when she says “i would have thought you had more honor than that” or whatever tf i wrote, during that moment, she was rly talking to herself.

he, telling her she ought to hide her jealousy better, even though he himself has been scolding himself for acting so cold to her, despite knowing what she’s been through. for eyeing her up but refusing to talk to her. he is guilty. he knows she is not the one who did it, but his grief is so massive that he has a hard time letting go of his bitterness towards her family. he KNOWS it’s not her fault who she was born to. just like he KNOWS it’s not his fault who HE was born to. it’s another parallel i wanted to set up.

she, by calling him nephew, a thing they do only when one or the other is insecure about their blood (yes, it’s a two way street. emerald blood and bastard blood. THEY ARE PROJECTING ON EACH OTHER because they are both insecure of themselves and how they think the other perceives them). it’s all about the shift of power dynamics that have happened during the war.

This is ALL toxic behavior. i don’t think jacaerys would do such things in most circumstances, but this is my own story that i made up, where he did react this way. i could see him lashing out as he mourns luke’s death, because he feels torn between needing to protect the reader and not trusting her/projecting his own pain onto her. it doesn’t mean what he does is right, just as every character is morally gray in this series.

in THIS universe, that I made up for my story, jace clearly has a bit of a mean streak. and the reader has one of her own. they both need therapy. i have mentioned it in different ways in the tags, but maybe I’ll just add ‘toxic actions’ in the warnings until they actually get to the lovers stage.

i don’t really think jace would say things like that to a s/o. doesn’t mean i won’t write him saying it in one story, to explore how characters would react, or how he would react or how dynamics may shift.

i enjoy writing different versions of the same character. & if people don’t enjoy it i totally understand because it rly is not everyone’s cup of tea! that’s totally okay!

I’ll definitely try much harder to make these complexities in both characters more apparent, and to avoid any more toxic interactions that are unnecessary to the plot but truly, i appreciate you and if you don’t love their dynamic it’s okay to not read it

[aroace-poly-show]

unit swa p stuff question mark

OH MY FUCKING GOD I HATE TUMBLR IT DIDNT SAVE MY DRAFT THE FIRST TIME. WRITING THIS ALL AGAIN IS GONNA SUCK. FUCK ME. anyway. nothing in particular was specified so i’m going to take this as an opportunity to ramble about whatever.

uhhh nightcord wxs. i don’t have a name for them yet. i wanna rename showtime at 25:00 too later but i don’t have any good ideas yet. but anyway they’re the flip side of the unit swap i never talked about.

i still haven’t decided on how they’ve met up. i’m tempted to write a fic but i’m not starting anything until i have like. a basic idea of how their main story would go. help me i am indecisive as fuck ‼️

anyway this is subject to change but they mostly post kikuo style music videos online, by kikuo style i mean like. don’t look at me in that way, and so you become the moon, stuff like that. cutesy sounding songs with a not exactly happy story to them. 3/4 of them don’t do shows anymore due to bad experiences w/ them in the past. still debating on whether i want have them work on trying to give it another chance or not since shows are so critical to all their characters and i feel weird Not having them do shows but also. there’s still showtime at 25:00. technically i think nightcord wxs would do shows online instead but still. am i really gonna have two theater kid groups?? we will see. my au my rules i can do whatever i want forever.

for a brief summary of the new clowns:

tsukasa: still got those memory issues which led to him forgetting why he wanted to be a star but after not being able to reach the high standards he’s set for himself he feels like Shit and having forgotten why he wanted to be a star in the first place is struggling to find a reason to go on

emu: nothing super detailed yet. but wonder stage has been shut down (but not replaced yet). gonna be using the grief and toxic positivity stuff more for her.

nene: i made the fuck up she had on stage in middle school in canon Worse so after that her social anxiety has gotten worse to the point of being terrified of leaving the house at all. feels pathetic for not being able to sing and also guilty for having rui involved in all this.

rui: sad wet cat good god he feels so so much guilt. him and nene have so much mutual guilt about getting the other involved….who could have done this to them… :3

anyway middle school still sucked for him but he never rlly recovered. i am once again debating w/ myself on whether or not i’m having him still do street shows at least for a bit for Plot reasons or not. idk.

uhhh. that’s some stuff for now. there’s some details/context i’ve left out so if you’re curious ask but that’s all ill say for now since once again!! i am still figuring stuff out‼️

[polycrowtruther]

AHHHHHHH i just read two of the works in your shadow of yotsuya collection ITS SO GOOD ITS SO GOOD OH MY GOD i dont think ive ever read a SOC fic that i've loved quite THIS MUCH AHHHHHH AHHHHHH its got me kicking my legs and giggling. first off the whump is amazing i love it its beautiful and your WRITING i need to pull specific quotes but i'll get those later AHHHHH the fact that its polycrowstoo?!!? YESSSS!!! YES!!!! YES!!!!! the OCS you write are so so like fleshed out its beautiful usually-sometimes im like "okk watever im not like emotionally tethered to their wellbeing" when people add ocs because i want to read about the characters from the canon and stuff but all the characters you've introduced are SO SO SO SO so so so so so so amazing.. obv oiwa is amazing and having the sibling bond between her and kaz shot and killed me and the 3 sisters were so SO good, (also ms. able was so cute she reminds me of the woman who owns a crafts store near where i live who lets me take free buttons sometimes) ,, AAAAaaa even the villian whos name i forgot how to spell, , mr. v something? like him being coocoo bananas is cool and having the connections with nina.. ugh oh my god kaz not wanting to tell them stuff because he doesnt watn them to be paranoid.. SCREAMS!!!! its so good ITS SO GOOD AHHHH this is one of those fics i wanna print out and get a hardcover copy of so i can annotate it and sleep with it under my pillow etc ok now i gotta show u the parts i loved the mostest (but there was NOT A SINGLE PART i didnt like bcuz all of it is amazing10/10 beautiful showstopping): -ok 1stly the DICTION the ADJECTIVES YOU USE ahhhh okay "A haunting image she had supposedly made, her dead eyes staring at the heavens as if she would tear them from the sky for what had been done to her." GAH DAMN!!! this is such a beautiful line its so poetic

-also "Stray cats, slow doves," and the rest of that paragraph is pretty too but i really liked that line its so like.. not quaint but i cant think of another word.. i love your descriptions of kaz's childhood with jordie D: heartbreaking at the same time tho -"He dashed the thought of it against the stones." -OH AND the hollow beings paragraph part Hollow beings filled themselves with whatever they could get a hold of, and they were both so very hollow in the wake of what they had been through. YES YES uguahfUAEGDUHB this part especially aaaaaa -ALSO all the dog references reminds me of that other soc poster who writes about the dog metaphors.. yesssss yesss!!! YESSSS aegsfgbdsnfibvdddr -He rapped his knuckles against the door twice, and it opened to reveal two girls pushing a large cart, with a third girl trailing behind them. <-- i hadnt noticed it before but that must be waynoka..rip (and The ghost shook her head sadly, “It’s no use, they can’t see me. Haven’t been able to since I got out of the basement.” OWWWW my soul. it hurts in my heart) -the gorier parts where kaz was being tortured were SO GOOD too ahhhhhhh the 'decaying' and 'carving' i felt like i was reading ummm what was that book. we have always lived in this castle or like.. the castle of otranto. verygoth lit vibes it was really fluid.. yssss that and the descriptions of the basement and the corpses definitely were giving edgar allen poe

-also kkaz's drugged speech was so funny. and also sad but mostly funny "Such a ‘powerful’ Grisha he had made. He couldn’t even withstand a kid who bent spoons and talked to ghosts. "

-"“The Shadow of Yotsuya was a vegetarian,” Kaz snarked, “But the Butcher’s Blade on the East Stave loves to chew up his victims. He prefers them stubborn and skeptical, too, I hear.”" Oomgg i didnt catch the reference to the 2nd part when i read it the first time,,,

OH ALSO i loved that you had kaz like translate/interpret what she was saying that KILLED me but also i reallyliked that it wasnt an exact copy of what waynoka said,, ""Kaz pursed his lips at that. “I’m not good at being strong or happy.”" i love that all the dialouge had to be like...filtered through kaz's fucked up lense from the barge, esp cuz the sisters relationship is such a close mirror to his and jordiessss HHsfadfbgfgdghtrfgbhgtr i loved that it was so similar u write SO WELL aeugsbfiefrgrerfgrtghjmhgfdrghygfSAFDGUISEDGVRSIUONGSN

i just realized how much i typed D: sorry for lowkey rambling but i LOVE THIS FIC!!! i also saw in the authors note thing at the beginning of the spirit of grief that you just had surgery and ur in pain :( i hope you feel better soon

Ahh! Thank you so so much! I am truly honored to hear you like the story so far! Shadow of Yotsuya was a lot more of my own personal brand of brain rot compared to some of my other fics (I am such a horror fan, and I couldn't help but sprinkle some horror into the GV), so every time I hear people like it I giggle and kick my feet and scream and chew at the walls. Ahh! Thank you, I don't think I could ever really articulate how happy this makes me to read!

My sisters were the inspiration for the trio, so hearing they aren't boring ocs makes me feel a little less self conscious haha! I get that feeling sometimes too, where I care more about the pre-established characters than the OCs, so I really tried extra hard to make them feel like they'd naturally be a part of the Grishaverse - even though I lie awake at night knowing full well I have taken so many creative liberties with the extended lore and cultures that Leigh created! I'm so happy they don't feel out of place!

I really enjoy delving into perspective and how each Crow is technically an unreliable narrator because their own past experiences skew how they are interpreting what's going on - once I finish the series I was even considering going back and writing a bonus little ficlet where we see the Verzamelaar mansion indecent from Jaya and Kishori's perspective to show just how scary Kaz can be sometimes, but I have to actually finish the story first haha! And trust me, we are going to get a LOT more polycrow content now that the crows are starting to catch up on what has been happening

Please never apologize for being enthusiastic - this literally made my month reading it and I'm not even exaggerating. Plus I know I can't be the only one who gets excited when people comment on their fics! Seriously, you are far too kind, I really can't stress how cool it is to see quotes of my own writing analyzed and talked about back with me. Like. That is my literal dream right there! This is super sweet! Ah!

[bobs-secret-blog]

Lost hope

Giyu x reader

Authores note:first fic on tumblr and its angst. Sorry but im in the mood, hope you enyoy reading tho. Love ya ●>●

A nurses life was at times a stressful one. Patients were at times horrible and sometimes times you had to take care of absolute perverts. But it all paid off at the end of the day. Because you could see your soon to be husband again!

His name was Yuka Imalai, he was a doctor at the small villiage hospital you worked at. He taught you everything you know. You had been dating for 2 years now and you were happy. Everything was going great between you two. Your wedding was in 2 weeks. You had planed everything from the cake to the guest lists. And you were going to have a great honeymoon.

But right now Yuka was having a code red surgery on two patients. One in a critical condition and on the blink of death, the other lost an arm. Yuka was stressed as all hell but adventualy mannaged to pull it off with them.

It was 2 days after the operation.Yuka instructed you to do some minor check ups and blood work while he gets to another surgery.

So with no time to waist you went into the first patients room, his chest was covered in bandages along with his arms and whole neck. You picked up his chart from the table.

Sanemi Shinazugawa.

Huh. Sounded almost familiar. Maybe an ex-patient perhaps? Oh weel. Whatever it was could wait after the whole checkup. So you had begun to take some blood samples, cleaning wounds and changing bandages. Finaly done.

You werw heading to the second patients room just down the hall, suprised to see he was awake. He had short black hair, ocean blue eyes. One arm was missing while the other was bandaged. He just looked at the ground the whole time. Looking so woried and deppressed. How sad. Walking over to the table you picked up a paper.

"Giyu Tomioka?"

He looked at you, eyes widening with shock. Oh man what did you do this time. He slowly says

"(Y/n) ? Is it realy you? Oh god please tell me i finaly found you again!!! Please ill never let you down again! Im sorry about Kocho , i promise"

Oh wow he must have been brain damaged.

"Sir please calm down, your going to hurt yourself again. Plus i realy dont know you sir."

Thats the moment the tears broke down. A anguishing, grief filled scream erupted from him and waterfalls from his eyes. It hurt so bad. Having been scared by his actions you quickly left the room asking a different nurse to help. She had finished up with Giyu an hour later, and let me tell you he was a menace. Franticaly trashing around and asking for only you for him. It was whatever for you, but not for Giyu. Even if you dont remember him, he remembers you.

It was two years back when he was 19, he married you when he was very young at 17. Oh how naive you were to think he could be loyal. But at first everything went great, you were the awesome couple everyone dreamed to be. Everybody was jealous of your love towards each other, even some of the demon slayers. You were as happy as you could be, spending free days with your husband. Going on vacations with him, cooking together, planning your future, talking about children for the future. Everything was perfect....

Until Giyu started acting weird.

He was rarely home for dinners, didnt take the bentos you made him. He didnt even want to sleep with you in your bed anymore. It started to be suspicious towards you, so you came up with a conclusion. He was cheating on you.

You thought you were crazy at frist, a mad woman thinking her husband who kills demons for a job is being unloyay to her? Yeah thats it. You were done with his bullshit after a couple of months. Wanting to just go away from him and be happy again like you were at the start of your marriage. You wanted the divorce. And oh yes,

you fucking got it.

One night at 12pm when you were on the verge of tears, waiting for Giyu to come home. He wasnt even on a mission, so where was he ? Just as you began to lose hope the door to your house had slammed open. Revealing a messy haired Giyu. His cheeks pink and blushy. Buttons of his uniform unbuttoned at the top. "Where were you Giyu?"

"Out on a patrol, saving people (Y/n). Cant you ever get that through your thick skull?"

" Dont lie to me Giyu, you didnt have patrols tonight. You were with someone. Just please. Tell me who it is so i can let it go." He didnt even fucking look at you while you were talking.

"Giyu just fucking tell m-"

"It was Kocho god dammit! It was always her! From the first day that i met her i feel in love! I love her more than i will ever love you, she is more perfect in so many ways! I love HER !"

You knew it. It was always her, how could you be so blind all this time?

With one final look at him, you grabbed your bags and headed ot to live with your family. Only until you got back onto your feet and started working somewhere.

Your mama and papa were super supportive along with ypur brother Eiji and big sisters Fumiko and Rina. You found a job as a nurse in a small hospital. And there you met Yuka, he was everything you had ever wanted from a partner. But the most important thing was that you were happy.

Unlike Giyu. Kocho made his life a living hell. Bullying him to such agony, he was happy she died earlyer than him. He cried his heart out. Hoping that maybe one day he will meet you. Adventualy he did, in the hospital. But to what? You didnt remember him.

He cried all night. Wanting to see you again after a week, only to be told you had gone away.

It has now been 3 yeears since you married Yuka and you were very happy. You had twins now! You decided to name them Hiroki and Tsuneo. Both boys having looks on their mother. Only having their fathers strange orange eyes.

As for Giyu, he was still searching for you. He spent all he had on his travels. Including the once precious sword he fought battles with. After some time he had stoped. Lost all hope. Now laying at the back of his house next to the bedroom window. The same one you used to sing through in the morning. In the house you both used to live in, and the house you left.

And there he laid on the grass, blood preciously pouring out of his body. Ravens pecking his skin here and there, blood starting to dry up. Maybe he didnt feel happy in the real world, but here in the afterlife he is widely smilling. Beacause he is here with you, thats all he had. And thats all he will ever get for now. Still hoping that he will find you in another life. Where you will be happy and free of troubles.

But for now this happiness will have to do, until you come back to him again.

[tuxedokit]

sashamilla?

SASHAMILLA SASHAMILLA SAHSAMILLA OUGH

when i started shipping it, if i did:

i dont even know when !!! it feels like i always have !!! i can guess it would be "i didnt know he noticed"

my thoughts:

ough. ough. ough. how do i put into words how much they mean to me. t4t, bi4bi. they are literally everything to me. i am constantly thinking about "we're always talking" and "camilla, there's something i have to tell you" and the way they were reaching for one another and the fact that they probably carpooled to whispering rock and and and and ugh i love them so god damn much

what makes me happy about them:

EVERYTHINGGGGGGG GOD I WANNA BLOW UP THEYRE EVERYTHING TO MEEEEEEEEEE. the inflection in her voice when she says, "i didn't know he noticed." the way HER NICKNAME WAS ENTIRELY CAUSE HE MISPRONOUNCED IT AND SHE THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE?????? THE HUG THING??????

what makes me sad about them:

can i say bittersweet things instead? cause i have a lot of those. things that hurt me, but i love them so much. the way they reached for each other in the opening to ror. the way it was sorta confirmed that sasha always goes to confess when he thinks he's going to die, or going to lose her. the amount of loss they've both experienced, and the idea of them sharing their loss together, mourning together.

things done in fanfic that annoy me:

i haven't read much fic, but i worry that some might use milla and sashas' relationships to develop sasha without giving milla the same care and attention. but, i havent actually encountered that, thats just a worry i have

things i look for in fanfic:

i wanna read sahsamilla fake dating for a case, and that being how they confess cause it gets too real. something like that. that would activate all my braincells. or hurt/comfort. oooh or last moments. i like angst, but it would have to be specifically they love each other, do not make them hate or emotionally hurt each other, and i will die.

who i'd be comfortable with them ending up with, if not each other:

the idea of them not being in each others lives tears me apart.

my happily ever after for them:

partners in crime. maybe let them get married. let the wedding get crashed cause it was secretly a setup, and they knew it and were ready and smiling all the way. let it end as glamourously as it lived, hand in hand til the end. let the world fall apart around them, and let them accept it because they get to end it all together.

big spoon/little spoon:

they alternate bc i cant decide. i think they both are both. i think it depends who had a nightmare that night, or who's feeling more vulnerable or sad, or just who wants to be held and feel secure.

favourite activity:

MISSIONS TOGETHER !!!! they love the thrill, the action. theres something so personal about life or death situations, and theres no one they would rather spend what could be their last moments with than one another

[sunlightandsuffering]

I’m so sad! But also angry for you because I used to write Eren fics and the same thing happened with another rando stealing my work on tumblr only she got MORE NOTES than me when she reposted it 😭 She was all “Okay this is finally done, enjoy :)” I was like finally done?!?!? GIRL YOU DIDNT DO SHIT BUT HIT COPY + PASTE. Anyway, it sucks. I ended up making my fics available only to those with an account on AO3, maybe try that for a bit?? 🙃

THAT'S THE WORST BABE LIKE THAT'S MY FEAR!?! I THINK THAT HAPPENED TO RIS TOO!! omg u write Eren x reader, BITCH DROP UR FICS LEMME SEE !!! the thing that sucks is that I'm pretty sure I already do that with my fics idk let me go see, maybe Sacrilege was the outlier and I forgot ?? OMG UPDATE I DID FORGET !! I'm going to, cuz fuck these bitches with no AO3 accounts being assholes and reading my fics, go jump and wait for a psued lmao, I had to wait A MONTH for my fucking psued lmao 😂

but ugh i hope u were able to get this other bitch's fic taken down that's actually enraging I hate that the most, like 'omg i worked so hard i hope u like it' BITCH NO THE FUCK U DIDN'T!!?!? WAS IT U SOBBING AT 3 AM WHILE I RESEARCHED DIFFERENT CONDOM SIZES??? NO !!

[wyverncult]

copying u. 001 matel gear 002 otasune or whoever else u want to talk about. 003 SNAKE !! or strangelove <3

this took so long to do

METAL GEAR

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character: basic as hell i love SOLID SNAKE though, i love his writing soo much. i also like miller strangelove & otacon. shoutout to amanda for being the only helpful bitch in all of PW though & mantis for looking like that

Least Favorite character: ROSEMARY. sorry. their relationship in 2 made me feel insane

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): IM BASIC... otasune, bbkaz, strangeboss. not favs but i also like fox/gustava & maybe bosselot

Character I find most attractive: genuinely this is hard. probably big mama she's cool as fuck

Character I would marry: raiden should ditch rose and get with a man like me. i don't want to marry him i just think i could treat him better

Character I would be best friends with: let's be real it's probably otacon

A random thought: ^ spent 3 minutes wondering about otacon's love for anime and whether he really liked it or if it was a thing fandom took and ran. i think he does like anime i just also think the whole terrorism thing took over his life for a minute

An unpopular opinion: i dont think rising is bad but i dont think its a masterpiece either. i think its moral is just currently relevant rn 👍

My Canon OTP: strangeboss OF COURSE

My Non-canon OTP: otasune & bbkaz ofc. bbkaz is dubiously canon though so... Schrödinger's canoninity

Most Badass Character: PROBABLY EVA she's just off the shits 99% of the time honestly

Most Epic Villain: i'll be honest even though she didn't get much screentime the boss is the most iconic & her battle was difficult. also made me cry

Pairing I am not a fan of: ......snox, so sorry LOL

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): MGS4 NAOMI. FUCK.

Favourite Friendship: otasune 100% no matter whether what they intended was platonic or romantic i love their partnership the most

Character I most identify with: i mean ill use miller as my icon but i do not identify with or agree with him at all LMAO

Character I wish I could be: UM. NONE. HELP. i WOULD dress like mantis in a heartbeat though.

OTASUNE

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you:

When I started shipping them: i'd heard about them beforehand but i didnt know who they were until i started playing the game. probably when i got to the Do you think love can bloom? line i was like. was that necessary LOL and thats about when it cemented

My thoughts: GRRR they compliment the other so well. also they seem like pretty bad parents in 4 but i wanted to see more of that and whether it was just everything coming to a crux

What makes me happy about them: i just really appreciate the amount of trust one puts into the other & keeping the one's life in the other's hands. sooo good.

What makes me sad about them: all of mgs4 GRR. i love it it just makes me sad

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: wish there was more than just fluff or philanthropy-era fics

Things I look for in fanfic: post mgs2-era & longer or more seriously-toned fics :]

My wishlist: i wish we got to see between mgs2 and mgs4! that & i wish we got to see more of sunny, maybe in side content, or see otacon post-mgs4 (mgs4 novel is written in past tense but it doesn't exactly count). also someone drew concepts of a co-op game with otacon and snake and i need that in my life

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Mmmmmmm. no clue. i ship snake with weasel sort-of jokingly LMAO

My happily ever after for them: CAMPBELL CAN LEAVE THEM TF ALONE SO THEY CAN STOP BEING TERRORISTS 👍

SOLID SNAKE

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

How I feel about this character: HES MY BEST FRIEND HES AWFUL AND I LOVE HIM

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: see above ^ otacon & to an extent weasel

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: OOH. i love his seniorship to raiden & of course i have to mention sunny. thinking about his relationship (or lack of) to big boss and liquid also makes me feel insane though

My unpopular opinion about this character: none off the top of my head!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: normally id want them to put the main protagonist to rest but I'll be honest i DO want another game with snake. that or books about things we havent seen happen. a book written from his pov would be really interesting

Favorite friendship for this character: YOU ALREADY KNOW IT !!! otacon is his lover and best friend

My crossover ship: i don't do crossovers, can't think of any!

STRANGELOVE

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

How I feel about this character: SHE MAKES ME REALLY SAD id really like to see more of her. ellie you and me lets listen to her tapes sometime i haven't finished them

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: need you ask

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: we didn't really see much of it but her relationship with big boss is extremely interesting just by association of the woman they both lost

My unpopular opinion about this character: i can't believe this is an unpopular opinion.. she's a lesbian 🤯 Also i think that her having a child w huey is fucked up on her part but also extremely funny. sorry you got involved strangelove

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: UGH. we should've seen more of her. shes such a background character it is genuinely sad

Favorite friendship for this character: ... this girl has friends? so sorry..

[amydiddle-fanfiction]

Southern Lullaby

FiddleMarch Week 4: Family (UNEDITED)

Fiddleford has sung the same lullaby to his son since the day he was born and Tate hung onto it like a life line.

The song is more then what is said in the lyrics. It is a song about a father's love for his son and a bond that was never truly broken Ao3    SONG

“When the honeysuckle’s climbing ‘round the door, And the music is a soft and low. And the twilight skies Are gleaming with the colors that are streaming, It’s like what you see in dreaming. That’s for sure.”

The soft sound of banjo music replaced the singing and filled the quiet house. The melody coming from an open nursery door where a man sat on a rocking chair with a banjo in his lap. In front of him was a small crib where a baby was laying. The child did not seem to care about the lullaby as much as the mobile above him.

The stars swayed to an invisible beat of their own and it entertained the small baby. He kicked his little legs and reached up to them. The music seeming to make the experience of his dancing stars more captivating. The man just rocked in the chair and continued the small song in an attempt to get the child to sleep.

“Don’t you hear the bees a humming And the sound of banjo strumming?

Honey, close your sleepy eyes And gently, softly toddle off to sleep.”

Fiddleford stroked the banjo strings gently and smiled at the toddler that was curled up in his bed so he could face his father. The boy hugged the teddy bear in his arms tightly and seemed to hold onto every word that his father sung. The same old lullaby since he was a baby.

The toddler’s eyes started to slowly drift down as the soft strumming of the familiar instrument seemed to rock him to sleep. His father’s voice seemed to act like a second blanket that made him feel secure and happy. Tate rubbed his face and snuggled down further into the star patterned sheets as his dad started the next line.

“And a thousand angel voices are in tune. When they come out and rejoices by the moon.

When we pass the pearly gateway, Betcha we won’t notice straight ‘way How as Heaven ain’t a great way off from June.”

The eight-year-old in the bed seemed to be asleep and Fiddleford slowly stopped playing the instrument in his lap. He let the banjo rest as he watched the boy’s chest rise in fall slowly as he hung onto the little teddy bear loosely. His heart hurt with how much he was going to miss his son but Ford needed his help and with how things already were at home this was probably for the best. A little break would not hurt anyone.

With a soft smile, the man stood up and moved to leave the room quietly.

“Dad?” A sleepy voice called out and stopped Fidds in his tracks.

Fiddleford looked over his shoulder at his son.

“Yes, Tate?” He whispered and made his way back over to the bed, “Ya’ need something, sugar cube?”

The boy rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked over at his father.

“You’ll be back soon, won’ ya?” Tate whispered.

“Of course, I will,” Fiddleford smiled and took his son’s hand, “I just gotta help my friend out with somethin’ and then I will be back before ya’ know it. You won’ even know I was gone.”

Tate gave a small smile but did not seem convinced. “When will you be back?” He asked quietly.

“If all goes according to plan I will be back next June,” Fidds said with a small smile, “But I will call you every day.”

“Promise?”

Fiddleford leaned over and kissed Tate’s head, “I promise. Now you get to sleep. Ya got school in the mornin’.”

The man moved to leave the room but a tug on his sleeve kept him in place.

“Can…can you finish the song?”

Fiddleford smiled softly and moved back into the chair he had occupied a moment ago. He settled the banjo back into his lap and plucked a few strings.

“Anything for you, Tater-tot.”

Tate smiled at the nickname and snuggled back down into the blankets as his father started to pluck the strings to the banjo. The soothing and familiar tone of the instrument lulling him slowly to sleep.

“Don’t you hear the bees a humming And the sound of banjo strumming?

Honey close your sleepy eyes And gently, softly toddle off to sleep.”

Tate stopped his footsteps as he walked around the new McGucket manor when he heard a familiar song from one of the rooms he had just passed. The man backed up slowly and looked into the room with interest. Even after so many years of the tune being lost to time he could recognize it instantly.

The man stared at the man that was plucking away at the strings in front of the fire. His father seemed to get younger as he sang the last few lines of the song. Tate suddenly felt like he was eight again and was about ready to get ready for bed so his dad could sing him to sleep.

Fiddleford let the last note die out on his own and stared ahead at the crackling flames. The old man did not even seem to know that his son stood in the doorway and watched him.

“Used to play that for ya’ every night,” Fidds said softly as he let his fingers brush over the strings, “Ever since ya were born. Put you right to sleep when I started to sing.”

Tate slowly moved into the room and took the other chair silently.

“Never got to that stage of life where ya’ would have fought me out of yer room to make me stop,” Fidds said sadly, “Or give ya’ the chance to have kids so you could sing it to ‘em.”

Fiddleford stopped his fingers and let the soft strum of the notes die.

“I’m sorry, Tate. I didn’ just ruin yer life; I ruined yours too.” Fiddleford said that words sadly and hugged the banjo close to him.

Tate frowned at his father and looked into the flames in front of the two of them. He had never been that good at words.

“That doesn’t matter, Dad. What matters is you are getting better and you shouldn’t be sorry for my bitterness over what had happened to you. I should have tried to help you but,” Tate took a breath, “I didn’t. I just pretended I did not know you.”

“Oh, sugar cube,” Fiddleford set the banjo down and put his hand on Tate’s shoulder, “That don’t mean nothing. I wouldn’t have tried to help me neither seeing how far gone I got. Heck, the fact that ya’ did stick around town and didn’ split is enough fer me to be grateful about.”

Tate looked over at his father and almost crumbled when he saw the man had just the same amount of love and affection in his eyes as when Tate was a child. Even after messing up, his father still loved him above everything in the world.

“I love ya’, Tate,” Fiddleford said as he tipped the hat up some.

“I love you too, Dad.”