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[ellecdc]

Hey! I've recently joined tumblr and I'm obsessed with your poly!Marauders×fem!reader fics. They're so so sweet and it just heals something in me. I'm not entirely sure if you're taking any requests at the moment so if you aren't, please feel free to ignore this completely.

Um, i was wondering if you could write about the reader being pregnant and having a scare in the middle of her pregnancy that has them all worried about her and the baby(s? As you wish again) so they rush her to the hospital and their anxiety and relief and how they handle the situation would be sweet to see i feel.

I love me some angst before a happy ending, so feel free to make this as angsty as you wish, I would be more than happy to just have the opportunity to read your work on my prompt.

Thanks for reading, again no pressure to write this if you're uncomfy.

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poly!marauders x afab!reader who has a scare during her pregnancy [2k words]

CW: fem!reader, pregnancy fic, I'm not a doctor nor have I ever been pregnant myself so this is likely not entirely realistic - my apologies for any inaccuracies, reader notices bleeding about halfway through her pregnancy, first pregnancy so they're all very nervous and tense, hurt/comfort, everyone's fine

Your silence was perhaps the most concerning part in Sirius’ mind. 

You were slightly hysterical when you first called to the boys from the bathroom; your voice a few octaves higher and breathing somewhat erratically as you explained that you were spotting. 

Remus, ever the fixer, immediately went into diagnostic mode. Sirius wondered if that hadn’t ultimately contributed to some of your anxiety. How much blood? From where? Was it in your urine or external? Could he see? 

You seemed torn between being mortified that he wanted to see your pink tinged urine and horrified that you’d flushed before he had a chance to inspect it for you.

“That’s alright; hey, it’s okay dove. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He had assured you. You didn’t seem convinced. 

James insisted he carry you to the bedroom, and it was a testament to how freaked out you were that you actually let him, even though the edge of your shared bed was a mere 15 steps from the bathroom. 

James had you tucked into his side as he rubbed soothing stripes up and down your arms, a concerned divot making itself home between his brows as he volleyed questions back and forth with Remus who was quickly making some quick searches on his phone and you stared unseeingly at the carpeted floor. 

Sirius, ever the useless sod, stood with his arms crossed, gnawing on the skin surrounding the nail on his thumb as he kept his worried gaze locked on the side of your face. 

When he got off the phone with your obstetrician, Remus eventually suggested  - in his most calm, authoritative voice - that they take you to A&E. 

You haven’t said anything since. 

Sirius packed you a bag - just in case you needed to be admitted for an extended period of time - whilst James and Remus helped you put on your jacket and shoes before helping you into the car. Again, Sirius knew just how freaked out you were that you even let them fuss over you as such; the fact didn’t seem to be lost on Remus or James either, who shared a concerned glance over your head as James fastened your buckle and Remus shut your door. 

Sirius’ gaze kept darting to the rearview mirror where he could see James’ eyes on you as you kept your own gaze pointed out the window, watching the passing cars as you chewed on the quickly nearing raw skin of your lips. 

“Still feeling okay, dove?” Remus asked, feigning repose. You offered him a hum of quasi-confirmation. 

“We’ll get you all sorted out, angel. You’ve nothing to worry about, okay?” James assured you, clearly going for light and breezy, though his facade fell quickly when a breathy sob escaped you.

“Are you okay, dove?” Remus urged, turning nearly dangerously in his seat to face you. “Does anything hurt? Do you need us to pull over?”

“Remus…” Sirius warned, darting a nervous look to you and James in the rearview mirror.

“Can we just…stop talking? Please?” You begged, sounding so small as you hid behind your hands and rubbed harshly at the tears in your eyes. 

Remus and James both looked as though they wanted to argue the matter, but Sirius quickly agreed. “Of course, gorgeous. We’re almost there.”

Sirius could feel Remus’ helpless gaze settle onto the side of his face, and he casually reached over the console to place his hand on Remus’ thigh as he often did when Sirius drove, though this time he offered his knee a comforting squeeze. 

Remus let out a shuddering breath, and Sirius simply hoped you couldn’t hear it over the thundering of your pulse in your ears. 

He stole one more look at James and exchanged a sad smile with him before returning his attention to the road. 

The admission process passed by in a blur. Sirius sat in a chair with you as Remus spoke to the intake nurse and James paced nervously a few steps behind him. 

Sirius had no words to offer, but you had also been clear about the fact that you didn’t want any, so he simply held you tight and tried to infuse as much strength and love as he could through every point of contact his body made with yours, and prayed that it’d be enough. 

“So, Miss. L/N, this is your first pregnancy?” The doctor asked you as she looked down at the notes in your chart.

You cleared your throat before answering her. “That’s right.” 

“How far along are you?” 

“Twenty weeks.” You offered meekly, shooting a nervous look to Sirius who hoped his encouraging smile translated properly. “And two days.”

The doctor smiled at that. “Half way through. That’s great.” 

Though James tried to smile back, no one else in the room could bring themselves to share in the excitement. 

“So it says here you noticed some spotting. When did that start?”

“Just today,” you responded quickly, “it wasn’t…a lot. Sort of like…like the first day of a period, I suppose? Except…lighter in colour. I don’t know, I’m sorry, I’m not explaining this very well.” 

Sirius itched to reach out for your hand as you started to sound slightly panicked, but fought the urge. Remus hadn’t fought the urge; his hand was promptly shaken off of your form.

“No, that’s perfect. That was going to be my next question; how you would relate it to your cycle.” The doctor assured you. Sirius’ shoulders relaxed when he noticed you take a breath of relief, too. 

“Have there been any other concerns as of late? Any falls, any pain, any cramping?” 

You shook your head no at all of them.

“Okay, let’s take a look then, shall we?” She asked, and Remus supported you as you shuffled towards the head of the bed, this time without pushing him away. 

Sirius didn’t think it was possible to feel more anxious than he did that very first ultrasound after the two pink lines told the four of you that you were pregnant, but he wondered if maybe he couldn’t also ask for one of those plastic bucket things as he felt bile rising in his throat whilst waiting for the doctor to spread some of the gel onto your stomach and press the wand-like camera to the space just above your pelvis. 

It seemed as though the four of you were holding your breath as the doctor moved the camera around and you all tried to follow along with the images even though you really had no idea what you were looking at. 

And then Sirius saw it; a flutter.

“Well, you’re doing a wonderful job, mama.” The doctor said as she turned the monitor further to ensure you could see properly. “Your little one has a strong heartbeat, and they’re very active right now, can you feel them?” 

“Uhm,” You let out with a breathless chuckle, quickly bringing one of your hands up to rub at the tears quickly cascading down your face, “I’m not really sure. Maybe? But I thought maybe it was just nerves or butterflies.”

The doctor laughed in response with a nod of her head. “Yes, that’s often what people think of it as at first; butterflies or even like you’ve just had a fizzy drink.” 

You laughed in agreement, nerves still colouring your breathing as you kept your eyes glued to the monitor. 

Sirius was astounded by the fact that the baby looked so…human. The first few ultrasounds looked like an arbitrary blob that someone who had never seen a human before had a human described to them and then drew it based off of that description. But this…

He could see a neck, and a nose, and hands with little fingers, and the fluttering of a heartbeat he was so worried the bunch of you wouldn’t see. 

He felt a small cold spot on his chest, and when he looked down he realised he’d been crying. 

“Bleeding can sometimes happen during pregnancy; sometimes it’s as simple as hormonal changes or changes to your cervix, but it is always a good idea to get it checked with your healthcare provider.”

“We had spoken with her obstetrician prior to bringing her in.” Remus explained. “He suggested we bring her in just to be on the safe side.”

The doctor nodded in agreement before turning her attention back to her patient. “I’m glad you came in today, Miss. L/N. Your obstetrician probably wanted you to get looked at swiftly seeing as this was your first pregnancy and he didn’t want you to wait the weekend to get looked at. But this is a healthy baby and you’re clearly doing a wonderful job.”

You quickly covered your face as you began to cry in earnest, and Sirius couldn’t help it anymore. 

He perched himself on the edge of your bed and pulled you into his side as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “You’re okay, doll. You’ve done great; you’re doing great.” 

“I thought I was losing them.” You keened, small bump twitching in surprise when James made to wipe the gel off of your stomach. 

“I know, my love.” He assured you, watching Remus approach the bed once the doctor closed the door behind her. “I know, that was really scary.”

“I’m sorry.” You sniffled. 

“What are you sorry for, angel?” James asked, having since tossed the used paper towels as he took both of your hands in his. Remus clearly found that wholly unfair and quickly stole one of your hands to hold between both of his. 

“I don’t know…for scaring you all, for worrying you. For maybe hurting the-”

“That’s quite enough.” Sirius chided as he pulled you further into his side, glaring at James who looked like he, too, sort of wanted to squish you into his side. “You’ve done nothing wrong. Nothing at all.” 

“Pregnancy is not easy, dove. Even if something had happened, it would have in no way been your fault. Okay?” Remus insisted, bending in an attempt to make eye contact with you when you refused to answer. “Do you hear me?”

“Yes.” You nearly wheezed, burrowing further into Sirius’ side; he let you. “Yes, I hear you.”

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” Remus relented, lifting your hand that he had in his to press a kiss to your knuckles. “I’m so glad that you’re both okay.”

“How do you feel about a bath, angel?” James asked then, quickly agreeing when Remus warned ‘not too hot’. “Maybe we could order some takeaway too? What are you feeling? We could pick up anything you want on our way home. If it’s not on our way home, I’ll drop you off and go get it myself. Would you like that?”

“James, how would you feel about a bath and ordering takeaway?” Sirius teased, eliciting a chuckle - albeit a wet one - from you under his shoulder. 

“Oh, I would love that.” James agreed readily, taking your hand that Remus relinquished in favour of packing your things back up and retrieving your shoes and jacket. 

“What do you think, doll? Think you feel up to joining Jamie in a warm bath with some take away?”

You pursed your lips as though considering it before rolling your eyes in faux concession. “Fine, I think I can manage.”

“My perfect girl.” James cheered, pressing a smacking kiss to your cheek. “Thank you, angel. I know that was a big ask.”

“Trying to get James to sit still for an extended period of time?” Remus asked as he held your jacket open for you, smoothing it over your shoulders as James and Sirius both put their own on too. “That really is a big ask.”

Sirius offered James a smile and a wink before taking his hand, thankful that James was more than willing to be the butt of the joke if it meant releasing some of the residual anxiety from your form by means of giggles.

Though Sirius knew that if James couldn’t bring himself to sit still for an extended period of time, especially after the scare you all had today, you had two more-than-willing partners who would quickly offer to take his place.

[your-hockey-mom]

Christmas with Quinny?

"Hey! No peeking!"

"I...wasn't!" Quinn smirked, putting his hands behind his back after getting caught looking into the gift bags sitting on the coffee table. He had been getting antsy about opening gifts with you since he had gotten up. Sometimes he could be a big kid and during the holidays it was so much worse. Good thing he was cute, you always teased.

"You were, too!" You laughed, approaching him, two mugs of steaming hot chocolate in your hands. "Go ahead and open it, if you want! I'm ready."

Quinn would let you take a seat beside him before handing you a small box he had hidden beneath a blanket next to him. As soon as you saw the colour of the box you knew where it had come from. That trademark blue could only mean one thing: Tiffany's!

"Quinn, you didn't!" You didn't know what else to say!

"I may have. I hope it's okay."

Taking the box, you give Quinn a kiss as thanks before seeing just what was inside. "I'm sure you really outdid yourself! I didn't need anything like this!"

"Sure you did," he replied, taking a careful sip of the hot chocolate.

Inside, was a gold ring in a cursive script that read "love". It was dainty, classic, and so very touching. When had he had the time to get you such a gift, you had no idea but words could not express how much it meant to you.

"I love this so much!" You choked out, putting it on your middle finger. "Quinny, thank you so much!"

"You're welcome. I just wanted to get you something you could enjoy everyday." He was smiling like a kid whose mother had put his best artwork on the fridge. Things like jewelry wasn't his forte in buying, and he couldn't lie: he had help from the girls at Tiffany's in picking it out. His mom had actually suggested the famous jeweler when Quinn had confessed he didn't know what to get you. He had picked out some little things like a book or two, but in terms of the big, memorable, post-on-Instagram sort of gift, that's where he had struggled.

"Oh, I'll absolutely wear this everyday! I've never gotten anything from Tiffany's before!"

"Well, I'm glad I was able to get you something new." Quinn scooted closer, pulling your face to his. "Maybe I'll make a tradition of it?"

The kiss was long and passionate. Such a romantic Quinn had turned out to be and you loved being the center of his ever affection. His hands held you tightly, not letting you leave his side until he was for certain that he had expressed just how much he loved you. The ring truly had meaning.

"I have something for you, but not as nice as this, lemme go get it!"

Quinn slowly withdrew his hands, his fingertips trailing against your body as you got up. "If you have you."

"There's no need to pout! I'll be right back!" You headed to the hall closet where way in the back were two wrapped hockey sticks hidden as far back as you could get them. The had been a custom order to the specs of his on-ice sticks, but these had the Canucks colorway elements and a little message engraved where normally his name would go. You didn't care if he used them even once, but what hockey player couldn't use more sticks?

"How did you wrap those?" Quinn asked, arms outstretched to take them from you. "That's impressive!"

"Well, I think I used a whole roll of paper because it was not going well!"

Carefully, Quinn unwrapped the dual-packaged gift and smiled. It was like he had ordered them himself. Now, you had had some help; making a couple phone calls to teammates to snap a picture of his stick specs so you could get them just right. They had to be perfect!

"'Nobody puts my baby in the box!' You're too cute! Thanks, sweetheart." You had thought a long time about what you wanted to have put on the stick shaft. What better than what you always yelled when Quinn was sent to the "pretty boy box" as you affectionately called the penalty box.

"I thought it was pretty fitting," you giggled, excited that he hadn't found the message too cringe.

"They're perfect! Thanks, babe." His smile was so sweet, and his eyes sparkled within the twinkling of the Christmas tree. "I love you."

"I love you, too!" You pulled yourself into his lap. "Should we open the other stuff?"

"Later, right now I just want to enjoy you." Quinn buried his face in your neck as you laughed against the feeling of his facial hair against your skin. An hour would pass before you left the sofa, or maybe it was two... 

[taojjang]

𐙚 christmas morning with riize .ᐟ

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ advent calendar, day twenty-five: the finale! pairing: bf!riize x reader, genre: fluff! warnings: SO MUCH LOVE </33

synopsis: how riize would make your christmas feel extra special!

a/n: merry christmas my briize friends! i hope all of you guys had an amazing christmas! the advent calendar is coming to a close, so i wanted to show my appreciation for everyone who showed support! i had so much fun writing these holiday fics and i'm glad so many of you enjoyed them <3 i still have five (and maybe a bonus winkwink) fics that i'll be posting to make up for my mini hiatus, so this will not be the last. again. thank you so much ! 🧡

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�� shotaro ⸝⸝

shotaro is the sweetest boy in the world, so of course christmas morning would be like a dream come true! the night prior, taro snuggled up with you and stroked your hair until you fell asleep. but the second he heard your light snores, he cautiously snuck off to the living room and began his christmas magic. he grabs a huge bag of gifts he's hidden in the basement and begins wrapping all of them by the christmas tree, ensuring not to exceed the squeak of a mouse.

the next morning, you shake taro awake and press frantic kisses on his face, desperate to open the gifts you've been waiting weeks for. but once the two of you reach the living room, your excitement melts into a puddle of pure astonishment and adoration for your sweet bf :(

"surprise! merry christmas, honey!"

✩ eunseok ⸝⸝

eunseok can't help but smile every time you go on and on about how excited you are for christmas. he loves seeing that silly little grin every time he brings up the holidays so much to the point where he mentions christmas almost every few hours. your jittery anticipation is just so cute <3

but that does not mean he's nice! even though you woke up so much earlier than usual and begged him to get up and open gifts, he would shake his head and say you're not allowed to open gifts until you eat :( so he cooks this luxurious and well-balanced breakfast so good you forget all about being upset! he buys you tons and tons of clothing and jewelry so you can always think of him when you wear the pretty clothes he picked out for you <3

"you would look so pretty in this dress, darling."

✩ sungchan ⸝⸝

no matter the time of year, sungchan is always spoiling the hell out of you. you tell him about a pretty necklace you want and its at your doorstep within days. he never lets his pretty princess miss out on all the fancy things she deserves. so of course he goes all out for christmas!

when you send him your christmas wishlist, he makes sure to buy every. single. item. there is nothing he wouldn't buy you. even if you wish for a unicorn and a gun he WILL get that horse armed with the meanest glock you've ever seen. the only issue is... he's a bit of a procrastinator. after you open all of your gifts on christmas, he'll keep his head low and giggle in shame, admitting he ordered your gifts a bit late and they won't be here until mid january. but you can't even be mad at him because that silly bf of yours is the best gift you could ever ask for :(

"i'm sorry princess... i swear i got everything on your list!"

✩ wonbin ⸝⸝

wonbin being the sweet little perfectionist he is, he'll be up all night worrying if you'll like your gifts or not :( he's lying beside you, biting his nails and fretting if he got everything on your wishlist while you're out cold. but the next morning, you couldn't understand what he was worried about.

everything was like a dream. all of your gifts were wrapped in the fanciest shiny wrapping paper and even decorated with pretty silk ribbons on each box. he even put together multiple gift baskets for you, filled with all of your favorite snacks and even cute photos of the both of you :( how could he ever doubt himself when he's the best boyfriend in the world?

"did i get everything you wanted, baby? if there's anything i missed, just let me know."

✩ seunghan ⸝⸝

seunghan just can't contain his excitement! he wakes you up a little earlier than planned with dozens of kisses peppered all over your face because he's just so eager to give you your gifts :( you're a bit cranky from being woken up an hour earlier than necessary but once you begin opening his gifts, you forget every complaint you've ever had.

all of his gifts would be packed with so much love and consideration. everything was wrapped in your favorite color and even had small cards inside every single box. every gift would have a little note attached to it, telling you the silly stories of the troubles he's endured to get you that gift. some gifts would even have cute blurbs about how cute you'd look using the gift :(

"i'm sorry for waking you up early, angel... i hope these make up for it!"

✩ sohee ⸝⸝

this little sohee guy is silly alright. no matter the occasion, sohee is always gonna find a way to make you either laugh until your stomach hurts or massage your temples in frustration. he loves messing with you, so of course he had to buy an elf on the shelf this christmas. every day since december first, that elf has been nothing but a menace. some mornings he'd kindly leave a bunch of hershey kisses on the kitchen counter for you, yet other mornings he'd trash your entire room with toilet paper and call it a snowstorm.

if you didn't have a headache already, there was no way the elf would leave you alone on christmas. on christmas morning, sohee would wake you up with this silly grin on his face telling you to get ready quickly so he can show you your "gifts." but of course the frickin elf made a huge igloo out of the gift boxes, leaving it in the center of the living room and sitting on top of it with that smug smirk on his face. you couldn't lie, it was quite impressive.

"WOAH!!! HE GIFTED YOU A NEW HOUSE!!!"

(ps. you saw him on the doggy monitor getting up at 4am to make the gift igloo, but you couldn't get enough of his proud little smile so you kept quiet!)

✩ anton ⸝⸝

your baby anton is so stupidly in love with you :( he'd spend months in advance searching for the perfect gifts for you, buying everything you mention wanting. you knew about this after seeing a note on his phone with all of the items you've spoken about, but you didn't expect this christmas to be even more exciting than you'd concluded.

he would be super duper excited to give you the gifts he prepared because they're just so heartwarming </3 anton would handcraft those mementos of his favorite photos of you and your favorite flowers. everything would even be wrapped in your favorite color with silly little stickers all over them :( anton never misses even the smallest details about you. he does all of this for you but even if you got him just a simple hoodie, he'd probably tear up (yes he's a loser for you).

"you deserve even more than this, my love."

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[yall-batman-fanfic]

From Our First Case to Our Last | Bruce Wayne/Batman x Reader!Magician

Synopsis: In this finale for the first main story of Bruce Wayne and Vivian Pryor, the couple celebrates their fortieth wedding anniversary with their family in the Manor.

Vivian woke up feeling her husband's arms wrapped around her. Turning to him, she saw his wrinkled, yet still handsome, face in peace as he slept. It's a rare sight for her to see him sleep like this for the past few years. Retirement from being Batman was not easy, and she has been understanding towards him for it; then Terry McGinnis came into their lives, and after a long talk with her, she finally agreed to Bruce’s plan to train the young man who was full of potential.

That wasn't all too. Valerie, theri daughter, was also training with them – improving her detective skills and being Terry's “Penny-One”, while also kicking Terry McGinnis’ ass on the training mat. Valerie was enjoying the latter more.

Batman has and will always be Bruce’s purpose in life. No matter what they say, even with Terry now doing a good job as the new Batman, Bruce Wayne will always be Batman. 

And it was hard for him to pass on the identity he has always been to another. But Gotham needs Batman, and while he ages, the symbol of the cowl will live forever and expectations need to be met. 

“You've been staring,” Bruce murmured.

Vivian laughed lightly and turned in bed to face him, so she could place a kiss on his cheek. “Happy anniversary, my love.” 

Bruce smiled. “Happy happy anniversary, my love… forty years.”

She agreed. “Forty, long, years filled with adventure, petty fights, happiness, and even until now I love you since the day Batman came to accuse me for planned murder –”

Bruce hummed in annoyance with her teasing.

“--and the time Bruce Wayne visited me in my hospital bed then took me to our first date.”

He smiled this time, “it was then I realized – even when our date hasn't even ended yet – I wanted to see you again. To talk to you and see you smile, and be the reason to keep that smile on your face.” He leaned in again and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. “You're so beautiful,” he whispered. “Just like the day we met.”

“Now I know you're lying.”

“We may have aged but this,” he caressed her temple, “and this,” he placed a hand on her chest just above her heart. “This is the same. We've grown---changed---since then but these are still in the right place.”

Smiling, Vivian too placed her hand over his heart and asked, “Did I live up to my vow? Did I protect this good and kind heart, Bruce?”

Bruce nodded. “We had some rocky times but yes, you did. And what about me? Did I keep my vows?”

Vivian nodded as well. “Every word of it. I love you, Batman.”

“I love you too, Professor.”

The knock on the door had the couple sit up in bed and call out for the person to enter the room. The heavy knock on the wood meant it wasn't Val, so it could either be one of the boys who came to the Manor, as per their invitation, to celebrate their anniversary. It was Tim and Jason who knocked on the door, with him was Valerie who had two trays floating behind her with breakfast, tea, and her father's medicine.

“Detective,” Vivian reached out so Tim could greet her with a hug. “It’s good to see you not in Wayne Tower. How are things?”

“Hi Viv,” Tim chuckled. “Things are doing great — everything's great.”

When it was Jason's turn, he leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Hey, Ma. Happy anniversary to you both.”

“My boy,” Vivian smiled warmly and caressed his cheek. “I'm glad that you came all this way to be with us.”

“You know me, Ma. I can never say no to you… nor to this little bug,” he messed with Valerie's hair.

“Hey! Come on, Jay,” Valerie huffed and fixed her hair. Getting away from him, she first went to her mother and greet her good morning with a kiss on the cheek, and then to her father who was waiting for her at the other side. “Hey, Dad, happy anniversary to you both.”

“Thank you, Val,” Bruce smiled. “We weren't expecting you here this morning, you said you and Terry had something last night and it ended really late.”

Valerie shrugged. “So what? It's not like we're not used to late nights and early mornings.”

Tim snorted. “You do know the double meaning of that, right, little sister?”

Valerie stuck her tongue out at him, and then continued. “Also, he promises that he'll be here for dinner tonight. He'll just take a ferry back from Metropolis after helping his mom and little brother settle there.”

“Tell him it's no rush,” said Bruce. “He can skip tonight if he needs to rest.”

Jason scoffed. “In other words, he doesn't want to have your boyfriend over during a family dinner.”

“That's not what he meant,” Vivian told them. “Besides, Terry's family now too with him taking the cowl and everything.”

“And because he's Val's boyfriend,” Tim teased Bruce with the fact.

It came quite a shock to them when they found out about Valerie and Terry's relationship. They were good at hiding it — Bruce wouldn't admit it but they were — with them acting as if nothing was happening at all. They were doing business as usual in the Batcave, in missions on the field and when Val was behind the computer. Then at their downtime, Valerie had university and went to Yale while Terry went to Gotham University so there wasn't much time for them to see each other… or so the others thought.

As much as Valerie's brothers would claim they knew their sister pretty well, they tend to forget one thing about her. Valerie has inherited her mother's magic. She was homo magi, not homo sapien sapien. So it was easy for her to open a portal for Terry to head to her dorm or her to his after classes or after patrols. It's one of the reasons why she can go from Yale to Gotham easily too.

The revelation of this relationship even happened in the most unplanned and — in Maxine Gibson’s words — “the-last-thing-you-want-your-girlfriend's-vigilante-family-to-find-out-you're-dating” which was the both of them in the cave after Terry came back from a mission, and the two were in a heated make-out session with Val on the table they use for planning already stripping him of the suit and him reaching inside her pants, his fingers work at her sex. It was Damian who first saw them, and with him were his brothers who came to visit Valerie to celebrate her graduating from Gotham University a year early. Tim, Dick, Jason, and Damian were speechless when they saw the two young adults fixing their clothes. What made it more awkward was the sight of Terry pulling his hands out of their sister's pants. 

That struck a nerve at Damian.

And just as they were about to finish getting dressed, Bruce came to the cave with Vivian and Cassandra holding presents, and Stephanie, Barbara, and Duke with the cake for her.

“I see,” Vivian was the first to speak.

“Dad, please calm down — your heart monitor is skyrocketing right now, and I really don't want this to be the cause of death,” Valerie was about to go to ehr father and calm him down but Terry threw her her shirt, to remind her that she was half-naked.

Stephanie was the only one who laughed at that and said, “Bruce Wayne, Deceased. Cause of death: heart attack after finding his protege fingering his daughter.”

“Not the time,” Vivian told Stephanie.

Dick, who finally broke from the trance, came back and said, “Do we need to go through the bat-birds and the bat-bees, kiddo?”

Terry was sure to hear Valerie whispering: “We don't kill. We don't kill. We don't kill.”

After a moment, Bruce finally spoke: “Maybe we can have the celebration upstairs instead. You all head upstairs. McGinnis, stay.”

Valerie was about to protest but one look from her mother and she knew best than to argue with her father. She immediately ran to join Cassandra who opened her arms for her and said: “You're in trouble.”

“I know.”

In the end, Damian and Dick stayed with Bruce to make sure he doesn't have a heart attack while talking with Terry. After a while, they returned upstairs where everyone was waiting with the cake. Bruce glaring and muttering, Damian and Dick following after him, and Terry unable to look anyone in the eye.

It took a while for Terry to be in Bruce's good graces again, and most of the time in his patrols it was Bruce who was behind the computer than Valerie. It was awkward, to say the least, but they knew to put the mission first. 

~*~

It was after their day at work that the anniversary dinner took place. While Vivian and Bruce were at their office – at Gotham University and Wayne Enterprise respectively – Valerie and the others were preparing the dinner at the manor. Valerie and Tim took a day off from Wayne Technologies to help with the dinner (actually, for here it was Val and Jason) and preparing for the celebration. In fact they started the anniversary celebration with the bed in breakfast that Valerie prepared for them. 

Valerie and Dick have been preparing for the anniversary celebration for weeks now, since it appeared on their calendars. The two started their preparation in the group chat where they told everyone that Vivian and Bruce didn't want to have a private thing, which was what they have been doing since they married; now, with old age, they wanted to have everyone there to celebrate. They made everyone clear their schedules for the day and gave the assignments.

Jason and Duke were in charge of preparing the food.

Tim and Stephanie for the video Valerie wanted to prepare for her parents.

Cassandra was bringing some gifts from her travels. 

Dick and Barbara will bring their kids and help Bruce and Vivian on their day.

Damian couldn't help with the preparations with him in the hospital, but he'll be there for the celebration.

Terry, too, since he was still in Metropolis helping his mother and brother with the move.

And Valerie. Valerie was going to be on top of everything, wanting everything to be perfect. And to do that, she'll be getting everything together so her parents can see everyone. It has been a while since they saw the entire family in the manor. From Dick and Barbara and their children, Tim and Bernard with their adopted kid, Jason, Cassandra, Damian with Raven, Stephanie, and Duke. Then there was Valerie – as always – with Terry who just arrived from the port.

Bruce was the first to finish things in the office then, he, Dick, and John Grayson – Dick's son – drove to Gotham University to pick up Vivian who was still in class. Though she was already the Dean of Gotham University’s  College of Liberal Arts, Social Sciences and Philosophy she still takes a couple of classes. Her passion is teaching after all, and – if she could – she would teach until the very end. 

Entering Gotham University, the three of them parked the car at Vivian's parking space, and were greeted by the staff who recognized Bruce and Dick immediately.

One of Vivian's colleagues greeted Dick as he remembered him young and a tornado of energy whenever he visited GU or whenever Vivian would bring him along.

“Your Dad,” Vivian's colleague said to John Grayson, “Was this little kid who would run around the grounds. Vivian would always bring him whenever she can and just lets him explore the place. He's a good kid — causes trouble — but a good kid.”

John would only laugh.

After asking where Vivian was, they went straight to the classroom she was teaching at. Tenured in Gotham University, and way past retirement age, Professor Vivian Pryor-Wayne can still hold a classroom’s attention and keep her students on their toes as she teaches. Whenever he could, Bruce would head to Gotham University and sit at the back so he could listen to her lectures. His favorite past-time, Valerie would joke and he would agree. Since the first time they met and until now he loved watching Vivian work. He loves watching her do her research for her thesis and books, he loves reading her works, and, most of all, he loves listening to her lectures.

“Hey Dad, do you think Grandma can help me with my history homework?” John whispered to his father.

Dick laughed. “Why don't you ask her about it later?”

Bruce smiled. No doubt about it, Vivian would help. There was no kid she turned away whenever they asked her help with school — as long as she could really help them with it.

“We still have a couple of minutes before the bell,” Vivian checked her watch. “And seeing that my son and my grandson, and my husband are now at the back of the classroom, means we're about to head out,” she gestured to Bruce and the others at the back, making her students laugh. “So, I’ll be ending my lecture here and we'll resume tomorrow. And please, by Friday, do not forget about the paper on the assigned readings for you all. You can find those resources in the library, and the format. Please, the format. This is your training to get started on that routine.”

“Sure thing, Professor Pryor,” her students said as they got up, started packing their things to leave. One by one they said their goodbyes to her and her family as they stepped out of the classroom.

Only when the room was empty did Bruce, Dick, and John went down to greet her. John was the first, after his father told him to greet his grandmother, and gave her a hug.

“I missed you, kiddo!” Vivian hugged him tight. “How's school? Bludhaven?”

John shrugged and said, “All good. Bludhaven? Same but did you hear? Crime Rates for this month decreased, so that's something, right?”

“It's a win,” Dick shrugged.

“I’m glad,” Vivian kissed John on the forehead. “I'm glad that you're here and you're safe there.” Turning to Dick, Vivian welcomed his hug as well and asked how he was and the Titans.

“All good. The Titans too. Nothing we can't handle. Surprisingly, there haven't been any intergalactical threats so it's been quiet, but we're keeping watch. Quiet doesn't always mean it's good.”

It was Bruce who told him that. 

“Dick, why don't you take John to the cafeteria,” Bruce spoke. 

Dick, after years of being a spectator of Bruce and Vivian's relationship, knew exactly why Bruce asked him that. Sighing, he grabbed his son by the back of his shirt and said to him, “Let's go. I wanna see if they're still serving the same thing back when I was young. You know, contrary to the things you hear about cafeterias, pizza here is actually good because the one behind the kitchen is actually Italian and knows how to cook food.”

John scoffed. “I wish that's the case at my school. I swear, I think something moved in my salad.”

When the father and son were gone, Bruce turned and kissed her as a greeting. 

“Was that really necessary?” Vivian giggled. “John's old enough to see people kiss.”

“I know,” Bruce, despite his old age, still had his strength and he made sure he does so he could carry his wife in his arms or lift her off the ground and sit on the table. “Do you remember the times we would stay here after your classes?”

“I do, and often times it would risk me getting fired, Bruce… is it because it's our anniversary that you're revisiting the past?”

“It's seeing you here, watching you teach. It reminded me of the times we would hang out here in GU. The times I would slip in your class just to wait for it to end and we would have lunch here or we head out together.” He placed his can at the side so he could cage his wife on the desk. 

Vivian smiled. “Remember the pool?”

Bruce's smile grew at the memory of the first time he skinny dipped with her and when they were caught at foreplay there by one of her colleagues too. “I think of that every time we go swimming.”

“Really?”

“How can't I?” Bruce leaned in to kiss her. “There are days when I wish we could go back to those times. When we were young and full of life, where I can still carry you without worrying about my knees or my back. And we can go for hours having sex.”

“Is this you telling me you want to have sex tonight, Wayne?” Vivian teased him. “Because that can be arranged.”

“I know, and I welcome it too…”

“Do you regret any of it? The life we had?”

Bruce shook his head. “Never. Every moment we spent for the past decades has been the best thing that has ever happened to me. You?”

“Not once,” Vivian whispered and kissed him again. “Let's go before someone is scarred seeing two old people making out in the classroom.”

Getting out of his cage, Vivian went to grab her things and slung her bag over her shoulder before taking her husband's arm so they can climb the steps of the amphitheater-style classroom.

“Wann look for another favorite classroom?” Bruce muttered.

“Don't worry, it won't be long until you don't have to climb these steps, old man.”

~*~

Terry arrived just before dinner started. He was welcomed in by Cassandra who greeted him with an embrace – actions were her way of communicating, he learned after years of working with her — and then by Valerie who raced to him before any of her brothers or Stephanie could. He had two gifts for the couple of the hour, and before he could set them down to where the other gifts were,  but Elainna Grayson – Dick and Barbara's adopted daughter – and her brother, John, took them from him and placed them with the pile.

“You look smell like the harbor,” said Damian, who went to greet him.

“I just came from the harbro,” Terry pointed out. Before Damian could make another comment, he turned to Valerie asking how he looked.

“You look fine,” Valerie said, fixing his shirt and jacket, and using magic to remove the fish smell on him. “Damian's just being Damian.”

“I know,” Terry sighed then kissed her as a greeting. “Where's Bruce and Viv?”

“Inside, being entertained by Madeline. Come on,” Valerie took his hand and led him inside, away from Damian's narrowed look at him. He still hasn't gotten to Damian’s good side after he and Valerie were caught in the cave.

Entering the sitting room, they were greeted by the sight of Bruce and Vivian talking to the youngest Grayson, Madeline Grayson, who was telling them about the things she learned at school, along with Tim and Bernard's adopted son, who was showing Vivian the new things he's been building for his science fair project.

“Terry!” Vivian was the first to notice him.

“Hey, Viv,” Terry went to greet her with a kiss on the cheek.

“How's your mother and brother settling in, Terry?” Vivian asked him.

“All good,” Terry shrugged. “They say Metropolis is the best place to start over.”

“Are you planning on moving there too?” Bruce asked.

“Mom's been telling me but I'm good here, besides Gotham needs Batman, right?”

“But if you do just tell us, okay?” Vivian said to him. 

“Thanks, Professor, but I'm good here… I think I'll miss Gotham's doom and gloom.”

“You sure it's Gotham and not Penny?” Dick teased whilst he tossed his kid in the air and caught them easily.

Valerie laughed. “I know what I signed up for. It's the job first before the relationship.”

Bruce glanced at Vivian and took her hand. “On the contrary, it was your mother first then the job. It's one of the reasons how Riddler found out about Batman's identity then.”

“Say what?” Valerie raised a brow. “You didn't tell me that the Riddler knew who you were.”

“Nothing too serious,” Vivian shrugged. “And nothing a little threat can't handle. But yes, your father had a tell when he was Batman. He doesn't hesitate to throw himself at me whenever I need saving.”

“Don't let one moment define your life,” Bruce said, his smile never faltering. “While I have been Batman for most of my life, that is not the only thing that defines my life. I made a promise to always come back after missions with the League.”

“And I promise to always find him if he disappears,” Vivian shrugged.

Dick chuckled. “Even if it means time traveling to do it too… or jumping to other dimensions or battling the freaking devil.”

“That's something you haven't told me,” Terry said to Bruce.

“Nor me,” Valerie added.

“Nothing much to tell,” Damian placed a shawl on Vivian's shoulders. “Father was blasted by an Omegabeam by Darkseid that had him disappearing to other points in time, Mom found him in her history books and she and John Constantine went back in time to get him.”

“Constantine. You mean Zachary Zatarra's father?” Terry asked.

“Exactly.”

“You are not a good storyteller, big brother,” Valerie said to Damian.

“I'm a surgeon, I don't have time to tell stories, Val.”

“If everyone's here,” Jason appeared at the door, still wearing his apron, “Dinner's ready. Val, use your magic to get it to the table.”

Valerie snapped her fingers and from the kitchen the food floated to the table. 

Getting up, Vivian asked for help from the nearest one of her children – Cassandra — and held her hand as they moved to the dinner table. There, she and Bruce were surprised by the wonderful setup made by their family. They even had them both sitting at the very center of the table – unlike the usual where Bruce is at the head of the table with Vivian to his right. Here, it was about them both. The two who started it all and built this family.

The team who shaped them to how they were now with Bruce giving them a home and a path for their lives, and Vivian giving them the warmth of a mother and the emotional stability they needed. 

Sitting at their places, Vivian and Bruce watched as their family came together. My, how they have grown.

Jason made their favorite dishes for the night, some his recipe the others were Alfred's. He knew how Vivian and Bruce missed him and wanted to let them enjoy a part of the man's legacy. Alfred's legacy will forever be immortalized in Bludhaven with Dick's Alfred Pennyworth Fondation, and Haven, but to their little family Alfred was more than just that too. He was a grandfather, a father, a mentor, a friend, an ally, and a good cook too. 

Neither of them deserved him, while they joked about that they knew it to be true as well.

After dinner, which was filled with laughter, Dick tapped his knife to his wine glass to get everyone's attention while they ate dessert.

Standing up, he held his glass in hand and looked at Vivian and Bruce. “Val asked me to give a couple of words for tonight, considering I was there from the very beginning — well, not the very beginning, but I was there when you two got back together after Bruce ghosted Vivian for a while. And while I can never say no to her, I also wanted to take this chance to say the things I've been wanting to say too but never could without being awkward.

“And I think on your forty-year anniversary, it's a good place to start. We weren't really the conventional family back then. When I came to the Manor, Bruce and Vivian were just fixing their relationship. Bruce had no parental instincts, Vivian was the girlfriend who would be in the manor for a couple times a week, and Alfred was the one guiding us through all this. It was the four of us back then, and while were not the conventional family — as the PTA would always say — we were one. To me. 

“I remember everything we all started on. The traditions we made and continuously do as a family… but one of the things that stick to me while living here with you, with just the four of us then, was watching you both everyday. I remember, when I was a kid, whenever Bruce would pick me up from school, we'd drive straight to Gotham University and we'd go inside and just sit at the back of Vivian's class. The entire time we were there, waiting for her to finish a lecture, I would notice the look on his face, it's like admiration. It reminded me of the time when my own dad would look at my mom, and I thought then that I also want to look at someone like that too.

“Then it goes beyond that too. One of the things that I admire in your marriage is the fact you can count on each other. You both respect each other's codes and work, and the fact you will break the rules of time and space just to get back to each other. And I am so honored to have been there from the very beginning and witness this all. It was just the four of us back then, and now look at this. A full house and growing,” he winked at Valerie.

That had Vivian and Bruce turn to their daughter in question.

“Are you pregnant?!” Jason and Damian exclaimed.

“NO!” Valerie stood up, glaring at Dick who was laughing from across the table. “I am not pregnant!”

“Sorry, kiddo, I couldn't – the timing is just perfect!” Dick laughed.

Before Valerie could throw a batarang at him, Terry took it from her hand and had her sit down. 

“I hate you,” Valerie told Dick.

“We all do,” Tim sighed and banged his forehead on the table, relieved that wasn't the case. Bernard and their son patted him on the back. “I'm fine.”

“You're banging your head on the table, Dad.”

“I am and I'm fine.”

“He'll recover,” said Bernard.

“Just move to the next speech!” Valerie exclaimed.

It was Jason who stood up. “I don't really like talking in these settings so, I’ll make it quick,” Jason began. “I'll just say this, we didn't really have the bet relationship but that day you caught me stealing the wheels of the Batmobile and brought me to this place was the best thing that has happened to me despite what I have been saying for the past decades. Because if Batman hadn't tied me up and brought me here, I wouldn't have met Vivian, and I wouldn't have had a mom. So, thank you, both of you.”

“There was never a time I regretted taking you in,” Bruce spoke, startling everyone. “And I can say the same for Vivian.”

When it was Tim’s turn, he took a breath and kept his speech short, mentioning the time he came to their lives to be Robin before he became their son. While that was the case with Batman, Vivian opened her heart to him as well and treated him as she would treat any of her adopted children.

Cassandra didn’t really give a speech, instead, she went around the table and brought Vivian and Bruce to an embrace and whispered thank you to them both.

Then Stephanie gave her little speech, which was shorter than the others, mostly thanking them for giving her a chance and a family which she never had with her own father. Duke’s speech too was short, mostly thanking them for taking him in and for Vivian for helping heal his parents from Joker’s gas and while he was back living with his family as soon as they were done with their rehabilitation, he can never forget the time he spent at Wayne Manor and being part of this family.

When it was Damian’s turn, the man sighed and got up. He thought for a while before starting, “I was a brat when I came here. I had no respect for Father, and I called Mom a harlot. And I hated her for no reason but because my own mother hated her. I was blindly following what Talia al Ghul taught me. Yet, even when I hurt her she still opened her heart to me and made it her mission to give me a normal childhood despite my role as Robin.

“It was here that I distinguished the difference between obsession and unconditional love. My mother’s love, I can say, is more of the obsession for Batman. But with Mom, I saw the unconditional love for the man who was Batman and Bruce Wayne. It took a while to understand it and see the difference but when I did, the little things that Father and Mom would do for each other meant so much to me, that seeing them fight because of my mother would get me nervous as a kid. I want what you both have – one day. To have that unconditional love for one person. So, thank you, for showing me that, and for never giving up on me.”

Vivian got up from her seat and went to embrace Damian. “I love you, sweetheart,” she whispered.

Damian smiled and kissed her head.

At the side, Tim and Dick whispered to Jason, teasingly, “Looks like you’re not the favorite anymore.”

“Shut it!” Jason sneered at them.

When it was Valerie’s turn, she got up and faced her parents, and started: “I wasn’t there for most of the adventures you both had with everyone. I was, as everyone said, the one who was never supposed to wear the mask. But with circumstances that didn’t happen, and it’s okay. Growing up, I would listen to your stories, and one of my favorite ones is the day you met because it summarizes everything that you both have and what Batman stands for. Batman is someone who cares for the people around him and his enemies. And for the witch in training, Mom, you showed then that to do good is a choice. You could have just left that night or left Dad to die in the hands of those cultists, but you broke your vow of never using magic again to save him. I’m lucky to have you both as my parents, and I know that Helena would have been too if she were here.”

Bruce took his daughter’s hand and kissed her knuckles. “Thank you, Val,” he kissed her cheek as soon as she sat back down. “I know I’ve said this a dozen times, but, my love,” he turned to Vivian and held her hand. “That night in Crime Alley, Bruce Wayne died alongside his parents and he remained there for a long time until I got to know you. Much like the power inside you, you were able to bring me back to life. With you, I know that I don’t need to have the masks on, I can be who I am — as Bruce Wayne and Batman.”

Vivian sighed and leaned in to kiss his lips. “We’ve had so many adventures together, some got us off world, others had us jumping through other dimensions, battling our other dimensional version of us and our families, battling owls, the dead, demons and angels, aliens, saving the world… but this, what we have now is the greatest adventure we ever had. Being here with you, starting a family with you is the greatest thing there is. And that’s why I want to make an announcement, while everyone’s here too. After this term, I’ll be retiring from academia.”

Everyone was in shock to hear the news, Damian and Tim being the most vocal about it, knowing how Vivian loved to teach.

“Ma, if this is because of the board telling you you’re too  old –” Jason began.

“No, not even close,” Vivian laughed, her hands still holding Bruce’s. “It’s my decision. I should have retired alongside your father, but I couldn’t just let go. But now with all of you going on with your lives and Val and Terry with theirs, it’s time that I also take the next step in my life too.”

“Won’t you get bored?” Bruce asked her.

“With you, Wayne? Never,” Vivian kissed him again. “What about you? Will you get tired of seeing this old face every minute of every day?”

“Never,” he pressed his forehead on hers. 

~*~

Music played in the sitting room. It was the song that Alfred would hum in the kitchen whenever he would cook their meals. Hearing it again brought nostalgia to everyone, and the time they played it in the room and Bruce asked Vivian to dance with him. 

Despite their family there, Bruce and Vivian had their arms around each other as they danced to the music.

“Are you ready for the new chapter in our lives?” Bruce asked her.

“I am,” Vivian replied. “I love you, Wayne. From our first case to our last.”

Bruce smiled and pressed his forehead to hers. “I love you, Pryor. From our first kiss to our last.”

Looking up to him, Vivian got on her toes and kissed her husband. “Thank you,” she whispered. 

“I should be thanking you… of all the different versions of me in the infinite worlds that I’ve met, I was the one who got to have you. The others were either too scared of what could be or unlucky to never meet you at all. This is a one in a million chance. Thank you, Vivian, for giving this broken man a chance.”

“Thank you, for wrapping your cape around me, Batman.”

Bruce let her rest her head on his shoulder as they continued to dance and said: “I’ll always wrap my cape around you if you need me to, Professor.”

The End

[askthenewritoelder]

Good morning, Teba. Happy Yuletide.

I have no interest in interupting your family affairs so I've left Tulin, Saki and Link's gifts under your obnoxiously decorated tree and I'm going to go and patrol the Village for the day to ensure that everyone is safe from attack while they're preocupied with this christmas nonsense.

Anyway, this is for you. I know you enjoy alcohol so I picked you up this barrel of aged cider from Luralin. I also noticed now that I have resumed ownership of my bow and Tulin has been given the copy you made, that you're shooting with a dull Falcon Bow. It doesn't suit you to have something run of the mill with your skill level, so I've had crafted for you this - I call it the Great Hawk Bow, and it is a masterpiece of my own design - the Great Eagle Bow 2.0, if you will.

You spend too much time aspiring after me, Teba, trying to be somebody you're not. The truth is, you surpassed me a long time ago, whether you mastered the winds or not, you're an archer who could likely best even me. You helped Link defete the Calamity and keep the Village safe where I failed. It's time for you to make your own legacy now.

I...for what it's worth- you....deserved a better rolemodel than I could ever be. I am not kind, nor humble - I don't get along with people, there is a good reason I lived alone before my death. I am greatful to you for your patience living with me these past several months, I know I am not always an easy person to be around, and often you feel disapointment having met the real Master Revali only to discover that I am not everything you dreamed I was. You're a good man, and a phenominal leader - you deserve someone good like Link to be proud of, and I'm glad you have absorbed him into your little family.

….Welcome back, Master Revali. I hope your patrol went well. Thank you for the letter and the gifts you left for everyone. You didn’t have to, really. You being with us…is more than we could ever ask for.

You’ll stay for dinner, right?

[namism]

Request: Hey, I would love it if you could do a fic with sanji or zoro about a chubby reader who just isn't feeling the best about their self. ( I hope I did this right first time requesting)

best of me | sanji

➳ categories: canonverse, female chubby/overweight reader in a bikini, just sanji being sanji (a sweet poetic gentleman)

➳ warnings: body dysmorphic narrative (not excessive)

➳ word count: 2k

➳ summary: A celebratory banquet hosted by the Straw Hats in the tropics calls forth Sanji's sweet talking amid the invasion of your self-perceived flaws.

➳ notes: thank you for requesting! ❤️ i decided to choose sanji instead since i got too many zoro requests T-T anyway, this was loosely based on the color spread of chapter 1084. enjoy!

➳ cross-posted on ao3

The weather is calm, and the wind is gentle. The moment you peek through the curtains of your private hut—a micro living space made of bamboo, hardwoods, and palms native to the tropical island where the Straw Hats docked—you're enthralled to join the buzzing merriment at the swimming pool a few blocks down your hut. The girls of your crew, the Straw Hats, and of many others play and bathe themselves in the shallow water as Zeus flies around to entertain them, his helpless cloud-like self being chased around by Carrot with her erratic gnawing.

Much to your dismay, a wave of discomfort crashes with the excitement in your stomach. The pool is too populated for your liking. You had expected the Straw Hats and only a few others to come to the party that Luffy decided to host, but it turned out to be a party much bigger than you expected. The oversight was your fault—of course Monkey D. Luffy wasn't going to settle for a 15-people celebration! A banquet is a banquet, and with the good mood channeled by the tropics, it sure was going to be one hell of a party.

Sighing to yourself, you decide to cover the bikini you were wearing with a sheer white cover up, hiding the curves that begin from your hips and end at your thighs, as well as the rolls on your back that peek through the swimsuit. Robin from the Straw Hats told you that your bikini looked good without the covering when she passed by your hut earlier, but you grew vulnerable to the attention as you continued your examination of the pool party's attendees. There are too many girls at the pool still, those with drop-dead amazing bodies akin to fashion models, and you can't bear to strut out without some form of cover, conscious of anyone's judgment.

So you invite your covered self over to the shallow water, where much of it has gone down to at least an inch because of the girls' erratic playing. You heard from someone earlier that day that it was only three feet deep, and by the looks of it, it's bound to get even shallower.

But the commotion at the swimming pool deters you from joining, prompting you to sit on a pool chair beside a seemingly sleeping Robin, who directs a tanning reflector to her face as the easy sun shines down on her. You shade yourself underneath a pool umbrella and sit around in quiet.

"I'm glad that you came." Robin breaks the silence with a smile, her eyes lifting up to form crescents as she pushes back her shades to the top of her head. She asks if you've had the chance to dip into the pool to which you reply with a shake of your head, explaining that it was already too crowded to begin with. "Hmm. Is that why you covered up?"

"K-Kind of?" you reply in a stutter, a poor attempt to hide your insecurity as your hands fly to the folded ends of your cover up to hug it closer to your body. Robin notices your discomfort, but she doesn't comment on it.

"Well, would you like to join me at the bar?" She offers yet another smile as she drops the reflector and rises to her feet, her slim body covered in a form-fitting top and a sheer miniskirt that hides her bottoms.

"I'll stay," you tell her. Looking out into the pool you, add, "I might go in for a dip."

Robin leaves you to your devices and heads to the bar. You sigh as she left. Guilt settles at the pit of your stomach as you realize that you just lied to her. No, you don't plan on swimming—not to mention that everyone else is practically showing skin, discarding your top just to enter the pool would be the last thing you'd do when there are so many people around, majority of which are girls your age with amazing bodies.

Eventually, you retreat to your hut after debating with your thoughts for a few minutes, your insecurity betraying you. Meanwhile, Robin sits herself at the bar, face-to-face with Sanji who's mixing drinks with skill.

"Sanji, would you mind making drinks for the girls at the pool?" Robin asks as she swirls the straw of her drink. Sanji lifts his head. Lo and behold, his eyes shape into hearts as he hears the request. He nods delightfully and gets to work, brewing one drink after another until he whips out a serving tray of refreshments. "Don't forget (Y/N)!"

Sanji makes a beeline for the swimming pool, skillfully balancing glasses of beverages in hand. He's immediately swarmed by the girls who pause their activities, including Carrot who bites his ear out of gratitude.

As everyone helps themselves, Sanji notices an extra glass left on the tray and wonders if he had miscalculated the number of women. But Robin is at the bar, and he could have never miscounted. Who is missing?

"Don't forget (Y/N)!"

Robin's words echo in his head. Of course, it's you!

Noticing your absence, Sanji tries to look around the resort for you, scanning the array of huts that line the perimeter of the site. In the far distance, he hears the tune of drums and maracas from the main campsite, but they're overpowered by the strums of a nearby lute.

Sanji follows the sound of strings and discovers you at the front of your hut, sitting on a rattan armchair while plucking the nylon strings to produce a tropical melody. His eyes mold into hearts when he sees you in just your bikini. Climbing up the steps, his arrival surprises you.

You shriek. Dropping the lute, your hands clumsily flit to the side table to grab your cover up. You throw it on your body like a blanket, covering the instrument with it in a hurry.

"Sanji!" you shout in surprise. "W-Why are you here?"

"I made you a drink!" he tells you proudly. He grabs the old fashioned glass with the yellow mixture and offers it to you. "Caipirinha for you, my lady. Served with love and a special twist."

"Um," you stutter, "thank you."

"Of course." Sanji watches you take a small sip before setting it down on the side table. He looks worried. "Is it to your liking?"

You hesitantly nod.

"I can get you another one—"

"No!" You shake your head. Sanji is even more worried, thinking there is something wrong with the drink he gave you. "No, Sanji, I just don't want to, um, drink anything right now."

Sanji understands your predicament. He lessened the alcohol in your drink, but maybe you're just not in the mood for drinking at all.

"Then I'll get you something to eat."

He's surprised, however, by the way you react to his other offer. You shake your head vigorously, more than the last time you rejected.

"No! No food. I'm okay."

A troubled expression and a pair of downturned eyes. Sanji realizes that something is bothering you, hence your resistance. You reposition the covering on your body to make it more presentable as the man in front of you watches you in distress.

He understands.

Sanji digs into his pocket for a cigarette and lights it up.

"(Y/N)-chwan, there is no need to worry about your looks. You're beautiful in that bikini."

Your face heats up in shame, and your head falls to avoid Sanji's eyes. You feel small under his gaze. Having been friends with the Straw Hat Pirates for a few weeks, you assumed Sanji was a little naive and gullible as he had always fallen in love with beautiful women so easily, yet he just read you like a book! Your impression on the man begins to shatter the more he talks, but your embarrassment doesn't die down as the fear of being read consumes you.

"No, Sanji…"

"A beautiful lady shouldn't isolate herself from a world that needs her beauty," he dramatically says in between puffs of smoke.

You grow flustered.

"W-Well, I just— thanks, but I'm scared," you whisper the last part of your sentence in fright. "I don't want to go back there. There are so many people, so many eyes on me."

"Why is that?" he asks. The question is sincere. Sanji truly doesn't see any problem about your clothes or the way you present yourself in front of him. Instead, he sees a pretty lady who needs to be comforted because she looks upset.

"Because," you hiss, trying to find the right words. Heat rushes to your skin, and you're basked in embarrassment once again. "Because I, um, I don't like being seen with, you know... all this."

You gesture to your body sheepishly. Sanji follows the direction of your hand and he notices the cover up still there, covering most of your front area, from your shoulders down to your thighs. Past the sheer garment, he can see the colored bikini hugging your soft skin, something that drives him fanatical but also perplexed at your insecurity.

He goes down on one knee and holds your hand in his.

"Every time a goddess covers up in fear of judgment, an angel loses its wings," he says. You would have rolled your eyes on any other day, but Sanji's smooth talking has a grip on your heart, no matter how dramatic. "You, my lady, look amazing, and I see nothing wrong with you in a swimsuit. In fact, I think it's fabulous on you! Would you care for a lemonade? An iced tea?"

You frown. "I'm cutting off sugar, Sanji."

He nods.

"I understand. How about going back to the bar with me?"

You hesitate. After a while, you decide to come with him.

Sanji celebrates with bright sparkling eyes. You chuckle at his enthusiasm. He's not what you initially assumed him to be.

Standing up, you leave your lute on the armchair and hesitantly remove the cover up from your body. A chill runs down your spine as you feel Sanji looking at you from the corner of your eye. Regret swallows you whole, and you're about to put the garment back on but he suddenly swoons.

"What did I say?! You're sooo lovely! So gorgeous!"

Eyes shaped into hearts, Sanji praises you in admiration at the lack of garment covering your body. Your head falls into your hands, overwhelmed with shyness and appreciation all at once. You mutter a bashful "thank you", while Sanji grabs the Caipirinha and your hand, then takes you to the bar where he was bartending.

Yet again, you feel self-conscious as you merge into the crowd of mingling folks and islanders, feeling too exposed to your liking. A girl in a red one-piece walks past you, and she howls mid-sip into a margarita.

"Looking good!" she yells over the noise and music.

"T-Thank you?" you stutter.

She winks then disappears into the crowd, while you process the compliment in your fuzzy overwhelmed brain. When you arrive at the bar, you sit on the vacant seat beside Robin, who sips on her second espresso martini of the day while Sanji gets back to work. As you look around the site and realize that nobody is talking about you from afar—even more so spending their time judging you—you heave a sigh of relief.

Sanji bartends to a few customers before suddenly swinging by your area to ask how you're doing. You look around once more, and you reach a conclusion.

No one is judging you, no one is looking at you weirdly. Has it always been like this?

Through a light chuckle and a smile, you decide on a drink.

"How about that lemonade you offered earlier?" you ask.

Sanji smiles brightly at your request, his heart leaping in joy. There's that smile on your face. Shy, but a smile nonetheless. He then wanders away to make his special lemonade, unduly happy that you don't look as troubled as you once were.

Sometimes you're just in need of a slight push by the people around you, and you're glad that it's Sanji who brings the best out of you.

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i didn't think i would enjoy writing this. i grew up overweight (genetically) and was hypocritically shamed by my own family. "tough love", they called it. eventually i realized that you meet people who really don't care about how you look, people who are kind enough to compliment you on the way to work, and strangers who won't even remember you if you decide to wear that one article of clothing that you think makes you look horrible. no, you don't look horrible—you look great. you look like yourself and you look just fine.

this goes out to everyone who's ever had and who does have insecurities. more power to you (to us), and thank you for reading!

[brodygold]

Hey, there. My God-fearing girlfriend and her family (and mine) are all giving me migraines on end on why I should not get involved with you guys. But I think I wanna get involved and help start a Golden Army of swimmers wearing gold speedos and briefs. The only way for me to get my family on board is for... Ah, screw it, I'll come out and say it: can you please turn my controlling family, my obnoxious girlfriend, and her volatile and acrimonious family into the PERFECT speedo-wearing swim team and have me lead the team as well?! It would be the perfect Christmas present ever!

And Merry Christmas to you and your Golden Army! Will reblog! You'll know who I am when I do! Thanks a bunch!

Merry Christmas, bro! And to everyone else!

To be honest with you, bro, it sounds like it might be easier to just break up with your girlfriend. But I have heard love makes people do crazy things, so I can understand why you wouldn't want to. I know just what to do.

I teleported some special packages under their Christmas tree, wrapped in shiny gold paper and bows. As soon as one of them is opened, the speedo inside will launch itself at the target, becoming stuck on their body for a short while while the transformation takes place.

And what exactly is going to happen? I'm glad you asked!

For your girlfriend, let's just say he's more of your boyfriend now. There's no indication he was ever a woman to begin with, from head to toe. Sorry she's lost some of her more striking features if you know what I mean, but I think I more than made up for it downstairs. It can barely fit in the speedo!

Now I know what you're thinking. There's no way the others would open one of the gifts after that happens, and I agree. That's why the gifts are all set to open as soon as the first one does. Your girlfriend's family will never know what hit them!

And what hits them is pure transformation. I don't know what they look like to start, but just imagine it: chiseled abs, pillows for pecs, fully defined muscles in their arms and legs, a nice package down there, and a sporty haircut up top. The older folks will become much younger, still in their prime for swimming.

Let's talk about the mental changes too. Their minds will slow down slightly, their IQs dropping. Obviously they're all going to be into men now, whether they were before or not. Some of them I'll just make gay, but I'll also make some bisexual or pansexual, maybe an asexual too. We're all about diversity here in the Golden Army and embracing our true selves.

That's why they'll still be God-fearing, just not as extreme in their beliefs. They'll be much more liberal in their religion from now on. And they certainly won't have a problem with "sodomy" anymore!

I didn't forget about you of course, bro! I'll let you keep most of your thoughts and smartness, make your physical changes just a bit better to make you a true leader. Your "girlfriend" certainly will like the new you, bro.

I hope you enjoy your Christmas present from the Golden Army, bro. Practice starts at 6 am sharp tomorrow, and as swim team leader you better be there! We can worry about your family later. Just enjoy your new team for now!

[thebessthingathisparty]

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Formula 1 college hockey team social media AU! Instagram Edition

The tight-knit college hockey team, the Silver Blades, run by team captain Max Verstappen, isn't just about scoring goals—it's a chosen family. On and off the ice, the team has each other's backs, whether that's through college assignments, throwing awesome parties, or winning the championship together. Follow these overworked, tired, college students as they post through their day-to-day life.

Authors Note: Merry Christmas everybody !!!!!!!!!!! Another Instagram as your present, please let me know if these are turning out okay or if they suck, thanks !!!!!!!

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CharLeclerc My son

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CharLeclerc You know you're my actual favorite (liked by OscarJP)

OscarJP Got it in writing and everything @OllieBearman, suck it freshie

OllieBearman WAHTTTT??!

AlexandraSaint your son huh? did you birth him?

CharLeclerc You didn't either???

AlexandraSaint yeah, didn't think so 🙄 (liked by CharLeclerc)

RandomHockeyFan perfect man, perfect child, perfect life (watch your back I'm coming for you)

CharLeclerc What

LewHamilton Roscoe told me he wanted to plan a hangout with Leo

Franco43Colapinto you are a 24 year old man

RandomFan BLESSED LEO SIGHTING !!!

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[prudentseer]

not the original anon but it's been weeks since i stumbled upon it, and i can't get your pride-and-prejudice bit out of my head??? the way you write angst is scratching my brain real very nicely, i hope i can read more joel in the "they ask you how you are doing and you have to say you are fine but you're not really fine--" mood in the future....

Thank you so much for the sweet words anon, even if you're not the original anon/requestor I'm obviously still very glad you liked the little snippet I wrote!

I will say though, if you want more...all you gotta do is ask (no pun intended)! I do enjoy doing these writing blurbs for people and while they're far from perfect, if 1.5k words (I need to calm down for these asks, they just keep getting longer) from me makes someone happy then that's all I can ask for. I tried to stick to your prompt but it may not be exactly what you're asking for. Regardless I gave it by best go.

This one's for you. Happy holidays.

Dearest Sausage

I would like to personally thank you for the lumber shipment, it will be incredibly helpful for our estate and I have no doubt it will be even more appreciated these coming winter months.

"Obviously each tenant on the property will be given a share of lumber, at least a third of a cord a month." Joel states, jotting down notes in the margins of the shipment details. "If my calculations from last winter are correct that is.

His most trusted servant–and first real friend in this place–Jeremy stands to the side with his own quill and notes in hand.

"Yes sir, that sounds reasonable."

"Larger homes or tenants with farms will be afforded more, obviously."

"Of course sir."

"That should leave us with enough lumber for the main estate, correct?"

Jeremy pauses for a moment, chewing the inside of his cheek and fiddling with the ends of his mustache. "Depends on how harsh winter is this year."

"I have no doubt that the Eth–Lord Slab will have a problem making the difference himself." Joel replies, biting back a smile at the thought of his partner. "Feels right at home in the wilderness that one."

However I do not appreciate the way the shipment was only sent as a bribe to get "as detailed as possible" information about mine and Lord Slabs…intimate relationship; to put it in a modest way.

"Now that's done...that means there are no other immediate issues I need to look at, right?" Joel asks, looking up at Jeremy from his chair. Trying his hardest to hold in a smile.

Jeremy flips through his pages. "No sir."

Joel claps his hands together, jumping up from his seat so fast it startles the older man.

"Finally, I'm free!" He whoops, almost running to the coat rack. "I'm going out, one more minute stuck in here and I'll go mad!"

"But sir, it's twenty below freezing! You'll catch a cold."

Joel rolls his eyes. "That's what coats are for silly."

"A-and Lord Slab is set to arrive home later today."

"He won't care." Joel replies, surprisingly neutral as he shrugs on the woolly coat. "I just have to be home by dinner, which I will be."

"Sir–"

"Make sure no one dies while I'm gone!"

But since you went through the trouble I will tell you this in confidence and as a long term friend; Lord Slab and I are in a mutually beneficial relationship. A marriage of convenience, not love.

Someone was following him.

Eyes on him were usual when he was wandering through the main portion of the estate, it came with being head of the estate while Etho was gone. Feeling eyes on him when he was alone walking the edge of the forest was a different thing.

Someone was dying today, and it wasn't going to be him.

The sound of horse hooves getting closer prompts him to duck behind a tree, heart pounding in his chest. The hooded figure stopping where his footsteps tapered off into the woods made him rotate around, pulling his knife out of its holster. The figure slowly dropping off their horse before approaching the treeline made him jump them; slamming into them with his full body weight and pinning them to the snow with the blade pressing down on their throat and–

"Missed me that much?"

Joel yanks off their hood to see a set of familiar eyes and a (he won't say loving, it's not) knowing smile. "Etho?!"

"Hi, Joel."

And as much as I hate to be boring, I can't lie and say there is anything interesting to report between the two of us. Absolutely nothing has changed.

All the fight practically melts out of him. Tossing his knife aside, Joel wraps his arms around his stupid husband; burying his head into his chest

Etho sits them both up, a gloved hand coming up into his hair. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He chuckles warmly, the sound almost soothing.

"How did you find me?"

"I was on the path home when the farmer with the twin boys mentioned she saw you walk into the woods. So I decided to come and find you."

"You should've went home and rested you idiot!" He scolded, swatting Etho in the chest. "I can handle myself and I would've been back by dinner, you didn't have to–"

"But I wanted to." He interrupts, squeezing Joel just a bit tighter.

Joel frowns. When Etho wanted to see him immediately it meant something was wrong. He presses a hand to Etho's forehead almost instinctually. "Everything okay? Feeling alright?"

Etho only laughs. "Yes Joel, I promise. I just wanted to see you."

And maybe Joel's traitorous heart skips a beat.

I admit, once I thought it could be a relationship of love as well. As great and mighty as you know I am, I thought that he would agree to at least try but Lord Slab made it clear that he wasn't interested in that in the slightest.

Joel just manages to dust the snow off his pants when Etho grabs his hands suddenly, making him jump.

"Don't tell me that's what you came out in."

Joel gasps. "I'll have you know that I think I look dashing in this coat which is all that matters–"

"Yes Joel, you're very handsome." And he says it jokingly but something delusional inside of him feels like there's some truth behind it. "What I mean is...your hands are freezing, are you not cold?"

Now that he thought about it, out of the comfort–warmth of Etho's arms, it was quite chilly. Reading his mind almost, Etho's cloak is off in a instant and coming around Joel's shoulders.

"Etho, you'll be cold now."

"It doesn't matter."

"What? Of course it matters!" He tries to remove the cloak, all he gets his Etho swiping his hands away. "You're not trying to get sick for me so I feel bad and do more work, are you?"

"What I mean is that I'm used to it, and you're not." Etho chuckles as he secures the cloak with a strong knot. "Let's go home."

Don't bother feeling bad for me and don't write an angry letter to Lord Slab demanding answers, you'll only be wasting your time. Sometimes people don't work out romantically, I'm sure you know this from our short romance years ago.

It feels oddly domestic, the way Etho has one hand holding the reigns of his horse while the other one is out so Joel can grab onto it. Walking with their hips almost touching. And he plays into it by leaning into Etho's arm when they spot another tenant on the path.

"Lord Etho! You're home early."

He nods, laughing awkwardly. "Finished up early so I could come home early."

"Excited to reunite with your husband too I see." They smirk, something knowing in it. Joel opens his mouth but it's quickly shut when Etho pulls him in closer, head bumping the top of Joel's for a second.

"Of course."

And the look in his eyes is so heartbreakingly fond that Joel snaps away almost instantly.

That doesn't mean I'm unhappy, because I am happy. We may not love each other but we have love for one another and at the end of the day that fondness and respect is enough.

"We should get you a thicker coat." Etho hums, like it's more of a thought to himself than anything.

"My Christmas present?"

"No, just a present." He says, kicking a bit of snow up at his feet. "I'll get you something better for Christmas, what do you want?"

"Well for our wedding anniversary you–"

"No, not that." The words falling out more than spoken. Joel's eyebrows furrow.

"What's wrong with the bracelet? It was pretty."

"It was thoughtless." Etho scoffs like he's angry at himself. "Good for an acquaintance, not my husband. Tell me something you actually want, anything Joel, money's not an issue."

I will not make the same mistake

"Make me something." He concedes, Etho brightening at the words. "That's what I'm doing for you."

"What are you making? So I get an idea for mine."

"Trying to get information for your gift now, huh?" Joel rolls his eyes. "Nice try."

It surprises him slightly when Etho stops in his tracks. It surprises him even more when a hand comes to his face, gently turning Joel's face to give him a quick and gentle kiss on the cheek. What doesn't surprise Joel is that there are people nearby who see it.

I am perfectly content with what we are. I don't need more, nor do I want more.

Not that it matters. Not that he cares. Not that he hopes that one day he'll be kissed out of affection rather than a ploy.

"Tell me now?" He pleads quietly with deceivingly sweet eyes.

"Not that easily." He breathes, hoping the hood hides his flush.

Etho pouts. "At least what you want?"

"Not a chance."

Against all common sense, I look forward to your next letter and to seeing you soon. As always, give Hermes a treat and a belly rub for me.

Being his. What a pathetic Christmas wish.

Yours truly, Joel

[yujeong]

A year after the coup, Vegas asks Pete to teach him boxing.

My last fic of the year. It feels like a dream honestly. I'm so happy I got to write this for @cheresha after receiving a gift from them last year. I'm truly glad you enjoyed it, it was a pleasure to write this one for you ❤️ This was my source of inspiration for the story, in case you'd like to associate an image with Vegas doing (trying to do) boxing. This fic also marks the one year anniversary since @wretchedamaranth became my beta reader, so I'm overwhelmed with all kinds of feelings. They helped with this one too of course, tremendously so, and I am so, so grateful they've been a part of my writing journey, as well as one of the best friends I've ever had in my life. Thank you my friend, I don't know what I'd do without you. A special thanks to @musictooth too who, probably unaware of it, helped me get unstuck in how to write a specific vignette in the 1st chapter by making this gifset around a month ago. Your ideas are always so crunchy, thank you for sharing them with the fandom 💖 Last but not least, I'd like to thank a specific group of newly-found friends I've had the pleasure of getting to know these past few months. They wholeheartedly accepted all of me, and supported me throughout the process of writing this with their kind words. I adore you all, I'm so happy you're a part of my life. I hope you enjoy the fic. Hopefully I'll see you soon with its conclusion.

[fidgetspringer-art]

Hi, I need more cowboy x punk stuff after the suggestive boots, I also kinda wanna see them slowly infect each other's style since they look like similar sizes

I'm never gonna pass up the chance to draw Noah wearing Martin's clothes ;)

[prince-liest]

I am so sorry if i come off stupid with this ask but i’m not very educated on this topic and my english isn’t that good so pls dont take any offence but i’ve read some of ur fics (ur very skilled btw!!) and in some of them vox and alastor are depicted to be sexual at times but isn’t alastor acesexual? I used to think that ace ppl were repulsed(?) by sex and touch in general and now im a bit confused is he only comfortable with touch because they have a deep bond or is him being repulsed by touch just an act?

No worries at all, I think this is something that a lot of people get caught up on! Asexuality isn't very commonly talked about in terms of actually explanations, so a lot of folks tend to have the impression you did.

Asexuality is a spectrum that often correlates with but isn't actually inherently linked to comfort with touch! Asexual people can be sex-positive, sex-neutral, or sex-repulsed—or a combination of those three things depending on the context and their feelings at the time. I always write Alastor as aromantic and asexual, but I play around with his comfort levels regarding all those things depending on the fic or even how he feels in the moment, oscillating between sex-positive to fully touch-repulsed (or sometimes both, which causes some complicated feelings for him). (There are also demisexual and graysexual people but I'm just going to talk about asexuality here.)

I think a key point to understand is that for an asexual person to have sex, they're just going to have different reasons from an allosexual person. Alastor is never having sex in my radiostatic fics because he thinks Vox is hot and is super attracted to him (unlike Vox, whom I write as allo and who pretty consistently thinks Alastor is hot and wants to fuck him). Instead, some of the reasons he's slept with Vox in my works include: curiosity; societal pressure; nonsexual enjoyment of kink; sexual enjoyment of very specific acts (again, still not the same as "being sexually attracted to Vox"); seeking intimacy; being under the influence; etc.

If you think about it, allosexual people also have sex for reasons outside of sexual attraction. Lesbians may have sex with men out of social pressure or personal exploration; a lot of people have sex just because they're lonely and it's how they find intimacy; you can even imagine the stereotypical frat bro who has sex with a girl because he sees her as a status symbol; etc, etc. Just because someone is ace doesn't mean they can't have sex, it just means that their reason isn't going to be sexual attraction.

[not-poignant]

I just read all of Palmarosa yesterday and I am blown away by your character development. You are amazingly talented and I cannot wait for Chapter 29.

In good news I finished chapter 29 today! I also started chapter 30 (I really don't want those chapters coming too far apart because chapter 29 honestly ends in a really bleak/grim place), and got about 1000 words into that!

It's been really awesome to have a bit more time for Palmarosa again :D And I've started playing BG3 again which has really helped just for mentally holding the atmosphere in my head! Every time I see Raphael I get so stupidly excited lmao

[sleepykas]

God i love Hireath so far. Like you don't understand how refreshing it is to find such a well written fabrication where Sun and Moon act like their in-game self. Also I live your asshole Sun like WOW he's amazingly written- the passive aggressive and straight up aggressive uncalled for behavior has me wild. Not even to mention Moon- he's my favorite character thus far. He's just a little prankster guy. He's just so him. Rrr I love your writing style and Y/N like yay! We have a backbone! Very good. Anyways, I will be eagerly awaiting the next chapter! Love your work!

WAIT HOLD UP. WAIT. YOUR HONOR. I'M SO FLATTERED OH MY GOD. THANK YOU!!!!!

[fountainpenguin]

hello! I've been reading your fop fanfics for around a week now, and I wanna say that your worldbuilding has some of the most impressive ones I've ever seen for a preexisting IP. you made excel sheets, charts, indepth character bios including species and timelines and etc etc ITS SO GOOD Ive been going crazy over them. also as someone who's been enjoying the pixies recently and planning stuff with them with my own oc story, your worldbuilding with them is so awesome. so good. I really really like it MOSTLY BECAUSE IM PIXIE-HEADED RIGHT NOW BUT YOUR FICS OF THEM AND EXPLANATIONS AND SPECIES BIO KEEPS ROTATING IN MY MIND I LOVE IT. I LOVE THE PIXIES!!!!! I LOVE THOSE SILLY BLOCK CREATURES to the point I've been rereading your class overview of them three times. I love you pixies. also I may have taken inspirations from your species bio or have it in my mind subconsciously while writing my own pixie oc (and more yet to come) like their defining character traits, how they do relationships, etc etc. nothing too big ofc but it's really great that it imprinted on my brain

I'm still a newcomer here and yet to know more in-depth about your universe, but with the amount of posts you have made, I believe I'll be sticking around for more :) thank you!

Thank you!!! I'm glad you like my 'fics and posts. Many, many, many hours of work have gone into my worldbuilding over the last 9 years and I appreciate your appreciation!

I'm glad the Pixies are getting more acknowledgement these days! They're my favorites... I'm happy to see them get a boost in love even though they didn't make it into New Wish Season 1 <3

Here's a Sigfried for you- I like his tie clip :)

I like his fancy crown hat too.

Thanks again for your kind words!

Links for anyone interested in checking out my FOP work & trying to find their preferred way to explore:

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✨ Worldbuilding Sideblog Masterpost - Lore galore!

🟪 Class Overview: Pixies - Mentioned in this ask

☁️ Cloudlands AU Guide

🌃 City Lights AU Guide

🗄️ Reedfilter Rules AU Guide

🌈 'Fic summaries page

🚂 130 Reasons Why I'm Fairy Trash summaries page

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Hihi I wanted to know what periods of time the demons are from? S3 so far is amazing btw ❤️

It definitely varies from character to character. Valentin and Acylia I admit are from ambiguously the early 1840s (?), but admittedly their designs don't do a GREAT job reflecting that since they're actually a friend and mine's old TF2 OCs that we shipped together LOL. But in my heart, BECAUSE they've been there for so long, they've just straight up changed their fashions to be a bit more modern bc they're both a touch vain. Same with Yuwei.

Laz is (I think it's obvious at this point, or I'd hope so) from the 1930s.

Yuwei I did a decent amount of research for when I was first working on her bc she's supposed to be influenced from a specific figure in Chinese history, and that being aid I believe I modeled her initial clothing when she was human off of 420 AD China so quite loose robes (albeit again, she has updated her outfit to be more modern, but in flashback panels she's obviously wearing more period-accurate clothing)