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Fluffbruary - "Tent"

@fluffbruary Day 15

“Whose idea was this anyway?”

“Your daughter’s.”

“Our daughter’s.”

“At this moment, your daughter. How’s your shoulder?”

“Immobile.”

Sherlock wiggled most of the way out of his sleeping bag to reach out to John, his head bumping against the top of the tent. He began to rub at the offending shoulder, and John groaned his gratitude.

“How did you sleep?” John asked, his voice jarred by Sherlock’s ministrations.

“John, sleep eludes me at the best of times, as you know full well. However, when your daughter tells us that she’d like to try camping, and we leave the comforts of our flat to sleep outside… no, I didn’t sleep well. I’ve slept rough before, but when there isn’t even a case to keep my attention, that’s quite another thing.”

“Me neither. I slept under enough canvas in Afghanistan that I thought this would be a doddle, but it would appear not. I’m getting old, my love.”

“I’d only do this for Rosie, you know. Just-”

The same thought occurred to both of them at the same time, but John was the first to say it.

“Where’s Rosie?”

Before they could even scramble out of the tent, Mrs Hudson’s voice came from her back door into her tiny garden. “Wake up you two slugabeds! Rosie’s here already and she wants her breakfast!”

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[nowis-scales]

Rating: Mature

Fandoms: Fire Emblem IF/Fire Emblem Fates

Relationships: M Corrin | Kamui / Flora

Additional Tags: Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Parenthood, Self-Esteem Issues, Childhood Friends, Invisible Kingdom | Revelation Route, Implied/Referenced Sex, Implied Referenced Pregnancy

Word Count: 3,944 words

Summary: There is nothing Corrin has wanted more than to be a father, but as he and his wife begin to try for their first child after the war, he finds that she is harbouring a few more anxieties about parenthood than she was ready to admit. Hearing her concerns, he realizes that it's up to him to make her see what an amazing mom she's going to be.

[Read the Flora/Corrin one-shot on AO3.]

If there is one thing that Corrin has bragging rights to in this world, it’s being able to cuddle with his wife in the summer. While everyone else he knows spends the late hours of the night pushed away from their partner, too determined to avoid the stickiness of the heat, Corrin can enjoy every moment curled up in bed with Flora. There is no absence of cuddles, even in weather that has brought lots of sun and humidity to their beautiful home in Valla… Which makes it all the more disappointing when he wakes up one fine August morning to an empty bed.

He supposes he can’t blame Flora for wanting to get up and at it. Their usual duties as King and Queen made them a bit more prone to early waking, lest they miss out on something important. Still, considering that there had been a bit of an impromptu, er… romp between the two of them last night, it would have been nice to snuggle up together for the morning. Romantic, intimate even. But, then again, Flora always was very pristine. She probably enjoyed spooning all night, but felt she needed her bath come daylight. He could respect that. She’d been trying to take extra good care of herself as of late, considering that last night’s activities were only one session of many. The two of them had recently decided that it was finally time to grow their family, and she wanted to be in her best shape to carry their child.

The thought of expanding their family still sends warmth through Corrin’s chest when he thinks about it. He used to think that he would never even get to kiss Flora, let alone marry and have a child with her! And yet here he is, laying in their bed after a night of passionate lovemaking, thinking about just how perfect their future is going to be. Fate is a funny thing sometimes. One can never know what the gods have in their designs, but he's glad that no matter what happens, he and Flora are meant to be together. Now he can only hope that the gods will choose to bless them with the sound of little feet on the castle floors as well.

“Are you still sleeping in here, Corrin?” A familiar voice – Flora’s voice – coos as she peeks her head through the door, her blue hair still damp from her recent bath. “I thought surely you’d be rising by now.”

“’m up,” Corrin slurs unconvincingly, propping himself up on his elbows as he tries to rub the sleep from his eyes. Even through his blurry vision, he can see Flora smiling at him and shaking her head. She always did like to tease him about being too much of a ‘slugabed,’ as she called it. To be honest, he’s still not entirely sure what it means.

If she truly minds that he is still in bed, though, she doesn’t show it. She merely slides confidently into the room, adorned in only a pale pink nightgown. She’s taken to wearing it when she moves back and forth between the baths and their room. It would be indecent by some standards, shorter than her old uniform’s skirt and featuring straps instead of sleeves, exposing much of her beautiful porcelain skin, but it’s better than just a towel. Besides, Corrin doesn’t really mind the sight. If Flora is not concerned with other people thinking of her strangely for wearing it, then neither is he. He… quite likes getting to drink in the sight of her form when she wears it, anyway.

“I should hope you are,” she snickers, “As cute as you are when you’re tired, you might want to get used to waking up with a start if you want to have a baby around. Contrary to the popular saying, they aren’t exactly known to be great sleepers.”

“I know, I know… but that’s why I’ll have you.”

Flora smiles softly at this, but doesn’t say much more. In fact, she doesn’t even seem to linger on him like she normally would. She simply ventures further into the room, preparing to put her night clothes aside for washing and pick a gown for the day.

It’s hard not to sigh at her dismissal. Even though she knows how deeply he loves her, she always shies away from his kind words — perhaps even more so now that they’re trying for a baby. She’s told him before of how undeserving she feels of the life they have. Her denial of discussion now is an avoidance tactic. She may look like she’s just looking at gowns, deciding that she wants to wear white more than she does blue, but he knows better than to think that she’s not trying to dodge him. He wishes she wouldn’t be so hard on herself. Nonetheless, he knows the best thing he can do right now is try not to take too much offence. Flora, like all others, will heal with time and a bit of love. Such are the best remedies for a poisoned mind.

“I think you’ll be a really good mother, Flora,” he says in a tone that is as soft and sweet as he can possibly muster – but it makes his wife’s shoulders tense a bit anyway, “One of the best a person could have.”

She hums in response, neglecting to provide a real answer. Instead, she starts to leaf through the dresses in her closet. Does she really think she’ll be getting away from this conversation so easily?

“Flora, you know you’re going to be great, right?”

Once again, she doesn’t answer.

“Flora-”

This last utterance of her name is, for whatever reason, the crack that breaks the egg. Within a matter of seconds she is spinning around, a deep frown etching itself into her expression. “Corrin,” she says his name all too sharply for his liking, “Can you please give it a rest?”

I could, he longs to say, But that wouldn’t help me comfort my wife, now would it?

Ah, better not to let that out. It’s unlikely those words would be met with anything but displeasure.

“I don’t mean to pry,” he tells her instead, voice careful, “But if there’s something you’re worried about, I don’t want you to have to go through it alone, either. I know you don’t always have the easiest time opening up to people, but I’m your husband. It’s natural for me to worry, isn’t it?”

Flora looks down, the shame of her snap searing into her face. He can see a blush rising in her cheeks and she bites her lip, quietly considering his words. As much as she hates it, he knows that she needs a bit of prying when she is feeling poorly. Growing up with a sensitive sister like Felicia, it was often Flora’s responsibility to be the brave and composed one, so bottling up her own hard feelings comes naturally to her. It took some time for her to improve. While Corrin is proud of the progress she’s made so far, he knows that sometimes she’s going to need a bit more help. This seems to be one of those times. That’s fine – she’s more than worth it to him.

“I…” She reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s complicated.”

Corrin swallows before asking, “Are you having second thoughts about growing our family?”

The mere thought makes a pit of guilt sprout in his stomach. Flora not wanting a family, it would be something he could try to live with. It might make the Vallite line of succession a bit harder, what with him having to pick one of his nieces or nephews from either side of the family – maybe even Azura’s kids, were she willing – but it would be doable. However, considering the events of last night, it would be a bit hard to go back on having a baby now. Granted, there is no guarantee that Flora will get pregnant, but there is also no guarantee that she won’t. What would they do if she ended up pregnant, but didn’t want a baby after all? Best case scenario, she would learn to love being a mom; worst case, it would totally destroy her sense of self and their relationship. Even if he wants to be a father more than anything in this world, he could never do that to her. He loves her too much to put her through that pain, so for her sake, he can’t help but pray for her to be saying something else. Surely she must be, right? She wouldn’t tease him about wanting a baby if she was uncomfortable with the idea?

He thanks the gods that she shakes her head as soon the words leave his mouth.

“It’s not the baby I’m worried about… Or maybe it is, but probably not the way you’re thinking.”

Corrin wiggles over and pats the spot next to him on the bed without another word. A whisper of a smile graces Flora’s face before she makes her way over, sitting down next to him with the elegance of a queen. It was only a few hours ago that she was this close to him, yet he finds himself taken with her presence nonetheless. He drinks in her scent, the smell of jasmine and gardenia, and admires how even with her shoulder-blade length hair hanging wet and limp from her bath, she still manages to look impossibly beautiful. He only wishes that her expression wasn’t still tinged with sadness. Her face has always looked best with a smile or a laugh.

“I guess I’ve just been worried about being a mother,” she begins to explain, slowly and carefully, as if each word needs its own moment of emphasis, “I don’t know if I have what it takes to do a good job.”

The idea of Flora being a bad mother is almost laughable to Corrin. He knows better than to actually laugh at it, of course, yet he wonders how she could have decided that that would be the case. The husband in him wants to eagerly deny that there is any way that she could be, but the friend in him knows that he hasn’t really stopped to consider her point of view. Of course he thinks she’ll be a good mom — she’s like a goddess of snowy winter sunshine to him – but she doesn’t see herself like that, and he needs to remember that.

So, instead of getting too far ahead of himself and blurting out a myriad of platitudes, he decides to just… ask. “What makes you think you’d be a bad mother?”

Flora’s head tilts downwards once again, and a few strands of her hair fall limp in front of her face as she does, as if to emphasize how desperately she wants to avoid his eyes. Corrin finds himself tucking it back behind her ear without thinking. He knows it cannot be easy for Flora to bear her soul to him like this. Gently tending to her needs is the best thing he can do right now.

“I’m not…” She begins, heaving a heavy sigh before she’s even a quarter of the way through the sentence. “I honestly don’t know if I’m all that maternal. I can do a good job caring for someone, sure, but I’m not motherly, and I’m not sure that I know how to be.”

Corrin nods thoughtfully.

“Mother died when Felicia and I were six, so it’s not like I have much to remember… And even if we had Grandmother and Auntie Cecilie, we were taken away far too early on to remember a maternal hand… I’ve never known a mother’s love that I can remember.”

And you’re scared that you can’t share that with someone else, Corrin has to stop himself from blurting out.

“Even for fathers, ours always liked Felicia better, and Gunter…”

A dark look crosses Flora’s face, and she squeezes her eyes shut. Corrin cannot help but echo the action. Gunter’s betrayal weighed heavily on much of the army, but none were more deeply affected than the Fortress Foursome. He and Flora had spent many a night discussing his betrayal, and how even if Corrin could forgive him for it, Flora would not. The memory of that now prompts him to place a comforting hand on hers, silently urging her forward. Dwelling on the pain will do them no good, especially when even despite their love, the couple is not inclined to agree.

“I just feel that I don’t know what it means to be a parent.” She lifts her head to look at him, her pewter eyes gleaming with sadness. Gods, he prays she won’t cry. “Sometimes I don’t even feel like I know what it’s like to be a person. We spent so long at the Fortress during the formative years of our lives, and then suddenly we were out in the world where everything was new.”

“And now we’re here,” Corrin adds, “King and Queen of Valla.”

Flora sighs. “Right…”

A small silence permeates the air between them, as if neither is sure of exactly what to say. Her eyes are still troubled, laced with doubt, but he knows that there has to be something he can do or say to steer her in a different direction. He squeezes her hand softly in comfort. Unfortunately, she gives no reaction.

“But you know, Flora, you’ve been a great queen so far. I mean, you’re twice as versed in any of this as I am, and you’ve already saved me from making potentially troublesome decisions at least three times.” He smiles. “Not to mention that based on the intel Kaze is bringing through the grapevine, you have a lot of admirers among the new Vallites. Just the other day a crowd of young women was telling him how much they envy your grace.”

The crease between her eyebrows only deepens, and her gaze lifts to look out the window, as if she longs to be somewhere other than here. “Grace and good leadership skills aren’t going to make me a good mother. My own upbringing has made me much too bitter, and I don’t think it’s easy to solve with the acknowledgement that I am a decent person from time to time.”

“An amazing person all the time,” Corrin scolds, poking her arm in a soft-disapproval, “Remember what I said about talking about yourself like that?”

She sighs once more, like this whole conversation is just painfully exasperating. He can’t blame her for not wanting to talk about this, but surely she must know that it won't get any better if they don’t?

“It reaffirms your negative thoughts, and that’s not healthy.” She repeats in a flat tone, as if the words have been rehearsed to her a dozen times. In retrospect, they probably have. Corrin is not ashamed to say so.

“Exactly.”

Nonetheless, Flora doesn’t seem cheered. Though her eyes are back on him now, her shoulders are still slumped in defeat, and her hands folded neatly in her lap. Everything about her seems all too still, including her lacking smile. “The fact that you even have to tell me that… I fear you’re still proving my point, Corrin.”

Corrin’s brows knit together before he can even think to control his expression. “You’re not going to be a bad mother just because you still have growing to do. Everyone still has growing to do. You do it your whole life.”

Flora says nothing. There’s a slight twitch of her lips, but nothing else, and he knows that that has to be a sign that there is hope for her yet. She’s just not willing to give in right now. Luckily for her, he’s not the type to give up.

“Being someone who is always improving and growing, it’s important. Who knows, maybe it will even give our child a proper role model to look up to.” He pushes a smile once more. “Besides, it’s not like you don’t know how to be kind and caring. Part of the reason why we fell in love was because you couldn’t stop fussing over me.”

Flora practically jolts to life, and her cheeks flush pink. It’s hard not to laugh at just how cute she is when she’s embarrassed — although he supposes he shouldn’t be all that surprised, considering he thinks she’s cute all the time. Even when she’s getting grumpy with him, she is still impossibly adorable. He loves looking at her. “I was not fussing!”

In the end, he just can’t resist, and a smirk plays at his lips. “Really? All of the brushing, the hair adjusting? That wasn’t fussing?”

His wife’s hands land on her hips and she pouts. “I was just doing my job!”

“And what was it you said, when I was confessing to you? ‘All I know is how to take care of others’?”

Her arms fold across her chest as she falls silent for a moment, her brows still furrowed together as she watches his face for a prompt. He’s caught her in a bit of a corner here, and she seems to know it, too. Honestly, Corrin feels a little proud of himself for that one — it makes one more point for him, and one less point for the mean little voices in Flora’s head.

“Something like that,” she murmurs. His hand slips across the side of her face without a moment’s hesitation, pressing his warm palm to her cheek. She melts into its presence like it’s the most natural thing in the world, even moving to hold his hand there with her own.

“Right, so even if you don’t directly know how to be a mom, you have a warm heart. I have no doubts that you’ll figure it out. After all, I don’t think anybody wakes up one day knowing how to be a parent. I know I certainly don’t feel like I know everything, but I still want to do it, because I know I’ll have you at my side.”

“Corrin…”

Her eyes flutter shut, drinking in the comfort of him. Even with only a minor moment’s touch, he is already feeling that same reassuring bliss that he experienced last night after they finished their lovemaking — that warm, safe sensation that spread through his body as he held his wife in his arms. She must be feeling the same. He doubts she would be holding his hand so intently if she didn’t.

“I know I keep saying it, but I think you’ll be an amazing mom. Nobody in this world has a bigger heart than you,” he purrs, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on her forehead, “You really never give yourself enough credit. Your nurturing, your empathy, your leadership… all of these are treasures, and things about you that are good. I think you’ll be the perfect mom, Flora, if you would just believe in yourself. I know I believe in you.”

“You always have,” she mumbles.

“And I’m not going to stop now. Even if you’re not sure, I guess I’ll just have to have enough faith in you for the both of us, then.”

A hint of a smile sneaks across her lips as her eyes flutter open once more. The sight of those beautiful grey irises, now sparkling with newfound solace, fills his heart with more joy than he knows what to do with. Seeing her so sad before made him ache, but it is like every bruise he’s ever had has healed when he sees a hint of a smile start to sneak across her lips.

“You’re quite corny, you know that?”

She’s got him there, and she knows it by his snicker. “Is it corny if it’s the truth?”

“Only a little,” she sighs dreamily, “I just wish that was enough to fix everything. I believe that you love me, Corrin, but I still wonder if that love has made you blind to my faults.”

“I wonder the same thing about your self-deprecation and your strengths. When you look for the worst in yourself, it’s all that you can see… and even if you really are a bitter woman who cannot socialize with or nurture other human beings-” he points a finger at her, “- which you are not; I love you anyway, and I think you will be amazing. I feel like that should count for something. You trust my judgement, don’t you?”

“I do.”

He nods. “Good… and Felicia’s judgement. You trust that, too, right?”

Flora pauses, dubious. “A… little less than yours, but I suppose I do, yes. Where are you going with this?”

“Do you remember what she said, when we told her that we were trying for a baby?”

Flora’s cheeks burn once again, and Corrin has to avoid chuckling when the newfound heat radiates onto his palm. “... That we were going to be the best parents on the continent?”

“Exactly. And she would know, wouldn’t she? She spent every day with us for over a decade. You trust her judgement, don’t you?”

“Well, I guess that's… true. Felicia’s a handful, but she’s always been good with measuring people’s intentions.”

Corrin nods enthusiastically. “And that’s just your family. Azura was delighted when I told her that we were interested in having kids. She wanted to know if you were pregnant right then so she could dote on you.”

No further explanation would be needed on just how important that was. Felicia’s excitement is a given, considering that Flora is her beloved twin sister and Corrin one of her best friends, but Azura? The songstress often struggled to connect with others and preferred to keep to herself, so the fact that she had complete and total faith in Flora as a person and mother says a lot. Flora’s face even softens at the mention.

“When I told Camilla, she kept saying how lucky our children were going to be, growing up with us as parents. Takumi was certain that we’d have the most well-behaved and well-loved nephews and nieces for him. It’s the same for all of my siblings, and our other friends, too. Silas, Lilith, Xander, Leo, Elise, Hinoka, Sakura, Ryoma… they all think you’re perfect, Flora. I do too. Faults or no faults, I believe that there is no one in this world more suited to being a mother than you.”

A moment ago, it might have startled him to see that tears are beginning to well up in her eyes. Now, he can only grin as she starts to sniffle, certain that as a smile breaks onto her face, that these are happy tears. “Don’t make me cry,” she whimpers.

“I’m sorry,” he half-laughs, pulling her in close, “I don’t mean to do it. I just love you so much, Flora, and I want you to know it.”

“I love you too,” she sniffs, burying her face in his neck as she wraps her arms around him, “I’ll never know how I got so lucky as to have a real-life prince charming.”

“Because you deserve one.” He plants another soft kiss on her head. “And everything else you’ve always wanted. I’ll do everything I can to make your dreams come true, Flora.”

As she buries her face in the crook of his neck, their bodies united in love once more, true peace finds its way to his heart when he hears her say the words:

“You are my dream, Corrin.”

[jcodyssey]

any fire emblem fans out there tonight

[vallablooded]

(Feat. @multaxmuses / @cruxofvalla and @vallitemonarch .

I have both F!Corrin and M!Corrin from the Valla/Adrift banner in my heroes game, so I’d thought about drawing my Custom Valla!Corrin with two of my friends’ Corrins in that alt. 

Good luck to all who’s pulling in this banner! I was so happy to have them come home to me.. ;w;)

[felurianrelar]

( •_•)σ

Beams of bright sunlight peaked in through the window near her bedside, the faded blue curtains only partially covering its panes. Fel grumbled, pulling the covers over her head, long silver strands spread haphazardly across her soft, downy pillow. It was a night finally spent at a nearby inn, after Alphinaud had insisted that they spent the previous nights awake to observe what he termed “fire flies” in Central Shroud. Though the scene had been beautiful, Fel breathed deeply in the freshly laundered blankets and soft mattress that enveloped her. Surely she could sleep in just for a few more minutes before they embark on their next quest… A knock came at the door, and Fel decided to ignore it, pretending to be asleep. Footsteps faded, and she drifted off into a light doze. Moments past (or so she thought), and she felt a prod at her side. She blearily opened her eyes under the covers, a dark silhouette visible through the covers. “You can leave the food on the table,” she mumbled stifling a yawn. It was probably the innkeeper with the morning’s breakfast. Not long after, two more prods met her arm insistently, before the hand that had disturbed her began to shake her gently. Throwing the covers over with a snarl, she faced who she thought was the innkeeper. “If you would just leave me be, I’ll reconsider making your morning far less pleasant than it already is.” She stated loudly through gritted teeth. A pair of white boots and a dark blue coat met her half-open eyes, and she blinked as she looked up at a pair of pointed ears and bright blue eyes. She yelped, grabbing the covers and pulling them over her askew night gown. Surely this was just a dream– a Scion couldn’t see her like this! “By the Dawn Father, Alphinaud! How did you get into my room?! Get out!!” She pointed at the door, her back against the wall as her heart raced against her rib cage. How embarrassing was this… 

[of-invisible-ties]

“Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.......”

He slumps against his wyvern, who is completely unfazed by this development. It’s a recurring event, and Haar remains undisturbed, snoring with the peace of a man finding good dreams.

[punkray]

i liek them

[evocatriice]

[ did clara fall asleep on someone? you bet she did! ]

[curseconsumed]

@thesideofprovidence

Elizabeth was rather giddy. Despite the fact that she, herself had never invited friends over -- she wasn’t allowed to -- she’d chosen a day when her mother traveled a few towns over to invite a handful of young, eligible women to the Morrow cabin. Ben deserved that second chance. And if he wasn’t going to go out and find it for himself, she decided that she would bring it to him.

“Grandma, stop scowling!” she admonished. “You know this is what he needs.”

Agnes harrumphed. “I know no such thing,” she snapped. “Hell, I’m here, aren’t I? I’ve been told I can bring on quite the happy ending.”

Elizabeth bit her lip to hide a smile, flitting around the kitchen as she tended to what meager offerings they could serve. “Be that as it may, if you truly were the answer to his curse, don’t you think it would’ve happened by now?”

“Hmph, you can’t hurry perfection.”

“So they say,” she teased. A knock came at the front door then and she jerked, alarmed. “Oh, that must be someone now!” she exclaimed. “Is Ben still sleeping? Go and wake him!”

“What? Me, go into a man’s quarters unchaperoned? You don’t have to ask me twice,” Agnes quipped. While Elizabeth rushed off toward the front door, the latter headed toward Ben’s quarters in the back of the cabin, her hands swiping over her apron a few times before she knocked once, then barreled on through. “Up an’ at ‘em, boy,” she said. “You’ve got yourself a gaggle of hens to tend to, and I unfortunately don’t mean the kind we can eat.”

Coming over to Ben’s bedside, where the curtains were conveniently drawn, Agnes leaned over and shook his shoulder. “C’mon then, Lizzie will be mighty disappointed if you just lie about all day like a slugabed.”

[ayma-nidiot]

Dawn of the Dark Chapter 1 - Satogou mpreg fanfic

This chapter can be found here on AO3.

Summary: Eleven years after joining Professor Cerise's fellowship, Goh has caught every Pokemon - all, that is, except for Mew. The reason why he hasn't caught Mew is an astounding reason... and one that has granted him unexpected abilities. Little does he know that Leon, the former Champion of Galar, has been captured by Giovanni and Chairman Rose - and Goh could be next.

Chapter 1- The Catch of a Lifetime

Eleven years.

Eleven years of hard work, and Goh has still not found Mew, not even with the help of Project Mew. Oh, he’s caught every other Pokemon, all right. All 897 of them. The original Cerise Park got so lively that Professor Cerise opened other parks for Goh’s Pokemon. Yet the New Species Pokemon still evades Goh, and if he had to be honest, he could feel the project turning into an abject failure.

But he hasn’t given up yet… Even if a horrid stomachache and a clamorous Rotom Phone woke him up after pulling an all-nighter.

Ugh, it’s that ‘Peanut Butter Jelly Time’ song… Goh groaned, rubbing his temples before grabbing Ash’s phone from the nightstand and chucking at him. “Wake up, you slugabed. You have an exhibition match this afternoon.”

“H-Hey!” Ash rubbed the spot on his bare thigh where the Rotom Phone hit him. “And yeah, I know that.” 

Ash had to admit that as excited as he was to be the new Champion of Galar, he still struggled to adjust to this life. Even for afternoon games, he had to get up at the crack of dawn to catch the plane in time from Vermilion City to Wyndon Stadium. Never mind the morning games; there were times he didn’t even bother to sleep for those. The worst part of it all was the scrutiny from disgruntled Galarians; because Leon was so popular, the people of Galar didn’t like how this new Champion supplanted him. Ash knew he had a lot of work to do to prove his worth, hence exhibition games like the one this afternoon. As of now, there was no way he could publicly reveal his relationship with Goh… especially not the part about sharing a bed with him every night.

“So then get dressed already.” As Goh began to retrieve Ash’s clothes out of the dresser, his stomachache quickly exacerbated, and he could barely see. “Ugh…”

“That challenger today is going to meet his match, you’ll see… Goh?” 

Disregarding the fact that he was stark naked, Goh immediately ran, barely making it in time to throw up in the loo.

“Goh!” Ash didn’t bother to clothe himself as he followed Goh into the loo. “Are you okay?”

“I-I don’t know, what do you think, Sherlock? I knew I shouldn’t have eaten that Tamato Berry and habanero cheese last night…” Before Goh could even take a seat, the poor soul felt his stomach lurch, and he tossed his head over the loo yet again.

“Shall I… huh?” Before Ash could say “carry you back to bed,” he looked to the mirror, and could have sworn he saw the cup of toothbrushes levitating. No, scratch that, he certainly did see the cup of toothbrushes levitating. “Goh, hey, look at this!”

“The only thing I want to look at right now is the ceiling of our bedroom.” Finally, Goh’s nausea eased up. Just to humour Ash, he took a look at the sink, only to find the cup of toothbrushes perfectly still. “Oh, yeah. Wooooow, that’s so amazing, thanks for letting me know.”

“B-But… But I…” 

Before Ash could say anything more, Chloe entered the bathroom, and regretted not knocking first. “Guys, what seems to be the commot- HOLY ARCEUS, don’t you guys know how to lock a door?”

“Uh, see, what had happened was-”

Ignoring Ash, Chloe instead looked to Goh and knelt at his side. “Goh! You look terrible! I’ll tell Dad that-”

“Th-that’s okay, I’ll be fine…” Using the sink as a crutch, Goh got on his feet, making way for his bedroom. No, he wouldn’t let a fleeting sickness get in the way of his work as Professor Cerise’s lab assistant. With the professor retiring soon, the astute Goh was slated to take his place. Besides Project Mew, his main task at present was a pressing one - to find Leon. At first, Goh thought Leon was so shocked from his loss to Ash that he went somewhere aloof to train. But to go eight weeks missing without so much as a phone call? At this point, Goh could only hope for the well-being of the former champion. Even Officer Jenny had her hands full looking for him. Hence why Goh now left his room, donning his lab coat and pretending that this morning’s events didn’t happen.

“So… What’s the latest, Professor Cerise?” Goh entered the laboratory with a glass of cool ginger tea in his hand and a banana in his pocket. He didn’t see the professor right away, but figured he’d be back soon.

“Well, we do have some news…” Chrysa spoke as she typed. “We at least know which region Leon is in. According to eyewitness accounts and our GPS, he’s somewhere here in the Kanto region. Take a look.”

“Do we know specifically where in Kanto?” Goh hovered over Chrysa’s computer, sipping his tea and feeling much better from it.

“Around… here.” Chrysa used her trackpad to zoom close to Vermilion City. “His signal has been detected here in Vermilion City, but…”

“‘But?’”

“When Francois and I got to the indicated position, he was nowhere to be found,” Ren cut in. “But I don’t have reason to believe he isn’t somewhere nearby.”

“I see… Still, great work, you two.” Goh smiled. “It will be only a matter of time before we can find Leon.”

“And I see you’re doing a great job as a Pokemon Professor already,” spoke a voice from behind Goh.

“Oh, Professor Cerise!” Goh turned around with a mouthful of banana.

“Goh, I understand you’re hard at work here, but I bring you great news…” Professor Cerise scrolled on his tablet and stopped on a map of Pallet Town. “I don’t know if you opened the email, but Project Mew just sent you a location of a possible Mew sighting. Some people have reported seeing it at the outskirts of Pallet Town.”

“‘The outskirts of Pallet Town…’ That’s where…!” Goh recalled that fateful day, 15 years ago, when he and Chloe first encountered Mew, embroiled in battle with a Nidoking.

“It’s in the forest areas, so make sure you-”

Goh didn’t bother to hear the rest of what Professor Cerise had to say. He took his childhood backpack from beside his desk, sprinting out the door while leaving the remainder of his tea behind.

And it was a good thing he did so, because before he could open the door, he crashed headfirst into Ash. “Hey there, cowboy. Where are you off to in such a hurry?”

“Ash, Ash!” Goh jumped up and down, excited as he was when he was 6, even though he was now 21. “Guess what! Mew has finally been seen in none other than Pallet Town! You wanna come with?”

“Did you forget that I have an exhibition game this afternoon?” Ash held up his Rotom Phone, displaying the calendar app.

“Oh…” Goh’s jubilant mood deflated. “Sorry, I forgot.”

“Hey, don’t sweat it, love.” Ash took Goh’s hand into his own. “I’m going to beat my opponent so fast, I’ll be here before dinner so you can tell me all about your new catch. Now go get that Mew!”

“And you go get that win!” Goh gave Ash a kiss.

“And you go get going!” Chloe peeked her head in to say, stopping on her heels right before she headed out to work. She held the door open, gesturing for Goh to get to work.

“Yeah, I know…” When Goh made it outside, he released Flygon from her Poke Ball. Getting on her back, he spoke, “All right, Flygon, you ready for the catch of a lifetime?”

Flygon whistled in response.

“That’s the spirit! Wh-Whoa!” As Flygon shot up in the air, Goh could once again feel the nausea from this morning. He was certain he would have hurled right then and there, had he not drunk that ginger tea. He briefly wondered if he should have Flygon turn around for them to travel by car. But seeing his Pokemon so ecstatic to help him, he couldn’t deny her the chance to help. “Flygon… Could you, um, maybe fly a bit lower?”

Flygon whined quietly as she obliged, looking at her Trainer worriedly.

“Thanks… s-sorry.” To Goh’s joy, the flight lasted only about five minutes. Upon arriving over Pallet Town’s outskirts, he pointed to a patch of flat dirt in the middle of the forest. “Ooh! That looks like a good place to land!”

Flygon obliged, making sure to land slowly and watching for potential hazards.

“Hehe. What I wouldn’t do without you.” Goh petted Flygon’s head before returning her. He motioned to exchange Flygon’s Poke Ball for his Mew Radar… except that said device wasn’t in his backpack. “Oh, crud… That’s right, I remembered I was repairing it and I left it in the lab! Fffff…” 

Goh kicked a rock out of frustration, and it landed right in someone’s face. “Oww! Damn, that hurt!”

“Oh!” Goh shrunk a little, afraid to turn around at first, but did it anyway. “Sorry about… that?”

It turned out that this was not just any “someone” - it was Mew! “So? Did you come out here to catch me or somethin’?” 

“Is it… really you?” Goh took a closer look at this creature. Sure, it looked like Mew, but he never recalled it having the ability to talk. And even if it did, he was certain it wouldn’t cuss at him. “You look different from when I remember you last!”

“We met? I-I mean, of course we have!”

“Then I hope you’re ready to get caught! Cinderace, let’s go!” Goh took Cinderace’s Poke Ball out of his pocket and threw it. 

“Cinder cinder!” Cinderace puffed up his chest, ready to do battle.

Mew froze slightly before lifting its arms. “I’m not going to be easy, you know!”

“Oh, I know, all right! Cinderace, give Mew a good Pyro Ball!”

“Cinder… ace!” Cinderace kicked up a pebble before launching it at Mew in full flames.

“Whoa!” Mew barrel rolled out of the way as sharp claws protruded from its hands now. 

“You know, you could have just flown out of the way… Come to think of it, I don’t remember ever seeing you touch the ground. Or…” Goh squinted at Mew’s hands. “...having claws.”

“Oops…”

“You’re not really Mew… Are you?”

At last, “Mew” decided it was time to stop pretending, and unzipped his costume. “No, but I am still one heck of a Pokemon!” 

Goh’s eyes widened at the sight of the talking Pokemon he hadn’t seen in over a decade. “You’re…!”

Just then, some bushes nearby rustled, and out of them popped two tall figures.

“Prepare for trouble!” 

“And make it double!”

“Team Rocket!” Goh snarled at the familiar duo. “Didn’t I say that you don’t need to say your motto every single time we meet? Or maybe you don’t remember. It’s been 11 years, after all.”

“Ah, but you see, we’re not the same Team Rocket from back then!” James declared.

“Yeah, you’re definitely older.” Goh wasn’t impressed. “The both of you are starting to get grey hairs and wrinkles.”

“S-See here!” Jessie wanted to slap Goh for that. “We’re stronger too!”

“And we’ll prove it to you!” James gestured towards the sky. “Come on down!”

A few awkward tweets of Pidgeys sounded before Jessie reiterated, “I SAID, come on down!”

“Uh-oh…” Meowth just recalled what had happened to Team Rocket’s Pelipper, the Pokemon responsible for bringing them their Prize Master. “I forgot that along with Wobbuffet and Morpeko, Pelipper is watching… him. ”

“I suppose since I came all this way… Hit ‘em with a Blaze Kick!” Goh pointed at Team Rocket, gesturing for Cinderace to attack.

“Y-Yeowch!” Jessie, James, and Meowth shouted in unison. “We’re blasting off again!”

“Sigh…” Goh released Flygon. “Sorry, guys… Some use of time this turned out to be.”

“Cinder… Cinderace.” Cinderace frowned, patting his Trainer on the back while Flygon nuzzled Goh.

“Hey, it’s okay… I guess we better go back to the lab.” Goh rubbed his stomach; having only eaten a banana for breakfast, he needed something more substantial now. After returning Cinderace to his Poke Ball and mounting Flygon, he took off, knowing that he had some explaining to do.

[cardwitchery-blog]

     he’s snoozing against the counter of the einherjar shop, cards spread haphazardly before him. must have been a rough night.

[champofpallet-moved]

“Wake that slugabed up!”

Send “Wake that slugabed up!” to see how my muse would wake yours up.

It was late in the evening. Red had woken up from a small nap in the forest since he was tired from all the training he had done prior. He notices someone sleeping on his shoulder. A smile went on his face. He gently tapped Arle’s shoulder in an attempt to wake her up. 

“Arrllleee….you awake?”

[dangermousie]

The adorableness knows no bounds!

I love that they consistently keep his being a morning person and her being a slugabed...

He knows how to wake his girl up!

My mind went to the gutter...

But alas...

EXCEPT HAHAHAHA my gutter brain was right even though that is the most bizarre euphemism ever.

She points her finger at him OMG DYING

Well, at least he’s not slow on the uptake!

And then they collapse on the bed and the camera pans away.

All I gotta say is no wonder she’s knocked up, heh.

[justlookfrightened]

Yup

Based on OMGCP episode 04.14

Jack blinked and looked at the clock.

7:30.

Four and a half hours of sleep. He should roll over and try to get more rest.

But the mattress in here was too soft. Or not soft, precisely -- his mattress in Providence was plenty soft. Yielding, maybe?

And the sheets -- they smelled fresh, but not familiar. And the light in here was too bright. No blackout shades on the windows, and the sun was sneaking through the gaps in the curtains.

Maybe if he closed them a little more. He could get up, go to the bathroom, get a drink of water ...

Then he could settle again.

Jack got up, scratched his belly and pulled his T-shirt down. He tugged the curtains more firmly closed, then picked up the plate Bitty brought him last night. He could drop it off in the kitchen. Get rid of the evidence that Bitty had visited him in the guest room.

Jack grinned; it was a little ridiculous that the Bittles didn’t want them sharing a room after they’d lived together all summer, but it was also a little sweet. Must be like what living with your parents as a teenager would be like. And knowing that the Bittles were sleeping down the hall made it that little bit more thrilling when Bits slipped into the room bearing a plate of chicken casserole.

They hadn’t really done anything -- they were both nearly asleep -- but there had been a long, lingering good-night kiss, and a whispered promise from Bitty that they’d find some way to be alone together during the visit.

Jack stepped quietly into the kitchen, intending to put the plate in the sink and go back to bed, but he was greeted by a cheery, “Good morning!”

Fuck. He wasn’t ready for this.

Jack turned and saw Suzanne and Coach seated at the table, both with coffee. Suzanne had long list in front of her, while Coach had the paper open to the sports page.

“We weren’t expecting to see you up so early!” Suzanne said. “Coffee’s ready, if you want some, or I could make you some eggs -- what kind do you like best? -- or some pancakes, maybe? Do you like waffles? Do you eat bacon?”

Shit. He couldn’t just say he wanted to go back to sleep. Maybe a nap later? Maybe Bitty could join him for a nap. 

“Uh, coffee,” he said. “Please. For now.”

He took a step towards the drip coffeemaker, but Suzanne was up and in front of him, filling a mug adorned with a snowman, despite the temperature outdoors near 15 degrees.

“What do you want in it?” she asked. “There’s half-and-half, or hazelnut creamer, and sugar is on the table, or I have some of the blue packets --”

“Black is fine,” Jack said. “Thanks.”

He did not say, “How many cups have you had already?” even if the thought crossed his mind.

Instead he said, “I’m sorry I kept you up so late last night. It was just easier to fly directly from Vancouver.”

“Not at all,” Suzanne said. “Of course you didn’t want to go clear across to Providence and then down here, or have to get a hotel room in Vancouver.”

Jack’s calculations had more to with how soon he could see Bitty, and how much time he could spend with him, than the logistics of staying in a hotel.

“Still, it was awfully late,” Jack said.

“Yup,” Coach agreed.

“But of course we would stay up to welcome a guest!” Suzanne insisted. 

“And now you’re up early today, too,” Jack said.

“Yup,” Coach said again.

“Well, of course,” Suzanne said. “It’s Christmas Eve! There’s so much to do. And you know Dicky -- he can be a bit of a slugabed.”

Jack did know that. 

“Want me to wake him?” he asked, hoping for a few minutes alone with his boyfriend.

“Lord, no,” Suzanne said. “He gets so grumpy when he doesn’t get enough sleep. Let’s let him get another hour or two at least.”

Jack knew Bitty would easily sleep another three or four hours if he didn’t have to get up, but he wasn’t about to say so.

“Besides, this gives us the chance to get to know you,” Suzanne said.

What followed were more questions than Jack could have imagined about Christmas in Montreal, how his family celebrated the holidays, what his favorite holiday foods were (“Dicky said something about a meat pie? I think he wants to make one this afternoon”), even why he chose to major in history.

There were no questions about his relationship with Bitty, which was relieving, but a little concerning. Until an hour or so in, when Suzanne said, “You know, Dicky’s awfully serious about you. Do you think he’ll want to go with you to Montreal for Christmas next year?”

Before Jack could answer, Coach spoke up. “You know we told Junior we wouldn’t put Jack on the spot,” he said. “At least not when he’s not here. And it looks like you have a long list to get through. Why don’t Jack and I head to the store for you, and you can get started on the other things? And we can all have breakfast -- Junior, too -- when we get back?”

“Oh,” Suzanne said. “I didn’t mean to … well, that’d be fine, I guess. I’ll get Dicky up in a bit.”

Jack went back upstairs to switch his pajama pants for track pants and a hoodie, and tied his yellow sneakers.

He found Coach waiting with the car keys when he headed downstairs.

“Sorry about that,” he said. “Sometimes they just get carried away. Reckon you know what that’s like.”

“Yup,” Jack said.

[theothervonkarmagirl]

Wake that slugabed up

Send “Wake that slugabed up!” to see how my muse would wake yours up.

Casually dumps a bucket of water on him.

"Get up, you sack of shit."

[inferno-principe]

▲ - Soris

15.) waking them up by holding them and playing with their hair

Sidonai yawned as he drifted awake, arms instinctively wrapped around the body next to him. Soris was still sound asleep. He didn’t think he’d find himself  back in bed with the imp, but here he was. It felt so familiar, so soft and warm. He pulled the other closer, nuzzling into his thick locks, one hand reaching upwards to twist a curl around his finger. “Good morning, slugabed,” he cooed, placing several kisses upon his head. “Take to wake up.”