#IT TOOK US A BIT BUT WE KNOW NOW...... OWIE

[red-dyed-sarumane]

goign back to retag old magu posts to not use a nickname they dont like and get hit with "curious why they left the motif out of ashura & laboratory i wonder if it's to imply something"

[kiankiwi]

Oopsie Daisy:

Summary: You were pretty wobbly in your headspace today and you fall causing Jerry to have to take you to the ER. Cue a worried and piss Elvis

*Littles Are Known AU*

"Good job, lovie. Go go go!" You were in the headspace today that walking was hard for you so as you were happening to walk a little bit, granted it was wobbly and clumsy steps, Jerry was still trying to encourage you.

Jerry was babysitting you today as Elvis was at the studio for what the Colonel called an "emergency session". So Jerry was there to watch you and keep you company during the day while Elvis was out.

One minute Jerry was watching you stumbling around as you were practicing walking and the next second, he had just blinked and you were screaming and on the floor as he watched blood pool from your face

You had tripped over your own two feet and banged your face on the corner of Elvis's coffee table. "Oh, shit, shit, shit, baby, c'mere let Jer see." Jerry turned you over onto your back and saw a big gash on your chin where what seemed like buckets of blood was leaking from. "Shit, that's pretty deep lovie." Jerry grabbed you up, setting you on his hip and took to the kitchen, grabbing a dishtowel (the first thing he could see to grab) and pressing it to the gash in your chin as you continued to scream and cry. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry that happened." Jerry said as he pressed the dishtowel with some pressure to your face.

"DADDY! OWIE! WANT DADDY!" You screamed as you tried to grab the dishtowel off your face and throw it askew. "No, no, leave it there, bub. We gotta get your owie to stop bleeding." Jerry paced with you on his hip as he pressed the towel to your face and giving your hair kisses to try to soothe you.

Ten minutes later, it was still bleeding. "Shit," Jerry cursed under his breath. He only hoped you wouldn't repeat any of his expletives to your caregiver "Alright baby, I think it's time to go to the hospital baby, you need some stitches." You tried to fight Jerry away, wanting nothing but your daddy to make everything better. "No, no. Want daddy! Daddy make it better!" Jerry shushed you, hugging you closer not caring that your blood was getting all over both your clothes.

"I'll call daddy on the way, sweetheart. He'll meet us there okay? Now hold this on your face and don't take it off. Okay? Good job! Now let's get in the car." You whimpered, doing as you were told and making sure the towel didn't move on your face.

"What do you mean you're going to the hospital, Jer? What the hell happened?" Elvis was furious. He was having a shitty day to begin with because he felt bad that he had to leave you in headspace and now you and Jerry were headed to the hospital and he could hear you crying on the other end as Jerry explained you two were on the way to the ER.

"She was walking around the living room and you know she's wobbly today. So she tripped and banged her face on your coffee table and has a pretty big gash on her chin." Then Elvis could hear you whimpering and Jerry talking to you, "Oh I know, baby, it's okay." "Want Daddy!" You whimpered, screeching. You just wanted your daddy to fix everything with one of his infamous bear hugs. "I know sweetheart, I know. Talking to him now, okay?" Elvis had enough of this, he just wanted to get to you and comfort you. "Tell her I'm coming." Elvis slams the phone down and Scotty eyes him.

"Okay boss?" He shakes his head, grabbing his jacket and glasses. "No, Y/N is on the way to the ER!" Scotty's eyes widened. "Well is she okay?" Elvis groaned, angrily not wanting to sit around and explain. "She needs stitches. I need to go." Scotty nodded. "Go, I'll handle the Colonel. You just take care of your baby."

Not even twenty minutes later, you were cowering on the corner of the hospital bed as you watched the door for Elvis. Jerry was trying to comfort you and hold your hand but you wanted nobody but your daddy right now. "It'll be alright sweetheart. Daddy's on his way. He'll be here so soon."

And just then, Elvis burst into the room and looked for you, expecting you to be covered in blood. You burst into a new round of tears as you see your daddy's finally here and you can finally be comforted. "What happened darlin'?" Elvis asked as he sat beside you on the bed.

"I got an owie daddy. Jerry said I gotta get 'ditches'." Elvis and Jerry chuckled at your mispronunciation of the word. "Yeah I see you got an owie. Did you fall?" You nodded, still pressing the dishtowel, now gross with semi dried blood to your cut as you waited for a doctor to look at it. "Yeah, I falled." Elvis nodded, taking you into his lap. "Yeah, I'm sorry baby, you're being super brave though. I'm proud of you." You flashed Elvis a small smile squeaking out a small "tank'oo." Elvis wrapped his arms around you protectively as you sat in his lap, squeezing tight. Despite the circumstances and where you were, Elvis was just happy to have you in his arms again. He had missed you all day and now he had to watch you get stitches? He was not ready for that.

"Hi all, I'm doctor Ramsey and I hear someone needs stitches." You raise your hand a little bit, still holding the towel to your face. "Oh hello. Can I just take a look real quick?" You looked at your daddy for confirmation that it was okay. Elvis nodded. "It's okay baby, let them help you, okay?" Elvis helped you gently take the dishtowel off your face and you eyed the doctor nervously. You noticed as the crisp hospital air hit the fresh gash in your face. The doctor gently examined your bloodied face and tsk'd at you. "Yeah, that's gonna need some stitches sweetie. How'd this happen?" Elvis looked over to Jerry to explain.

"She's been practicing walking in her headspace in the living room and she tripped over her own feet and banged her face on the corner of the coffee table." "Ouch! I bet that hurt." You nodded, shrinking back against Elvis as you continued to get nervous.

The doctor turned her attention to Elvis as she removed her gloves and washed her hands. "Okay since the injury is to her face and since we also need her to not move during the stitches, I think it's best we give her a bit of anesthesia to make her sleepy. We usually use some lidocaine to numb the area but since it's to her face, I think it'd be better to let her have a little sleep instead of getting a needle to the face." Elvis nods. "That sounds like the better option. Will she scar?" Elvis asks, placing his chin on the top of your head. "Based on how big the wound is, I bet she'll only have a little scar." Elvis nodded. "Okay so I'm going to go get all my tools I need and we'll get to it." Elvis and Jerry nodded as she left the room.

Now it was time to explain everything to you. "Baby, Doctor Ramsey is going you some medicine that's going to make you super sleepy before we fix your cut okay? And then when you wake up, your chin will be all better, alright?" You didn't really understand but you nodded anyway. You were just glad your daddy was here.

A nurse came into the room, hiding her IV supplies so that you wouldn't be scared of the needles. "Alright, Dr. Ramsey asked me to start an IV on Y/N here so that they'll be nice and sleepy by the time she'll be back to do the stitches."

You were getting nervous now, not knowing what they were going to do to you. "Daaaddy?" You whimpered as you turned your face toward Elvis's chest. Elvis didn't care that you were still bleeding all over his shirt. He just wanted to comfort you. "It's okay sweet girl. It'll be over so quick and you can take a little nap." You squeaked at the feel of the alcohol pad on the back of your hand. Elvis quickly took off his rings, so that they wouldn't hurt your fingers when you grabbed his hand. "Here baby, squeeze daddy's hand. Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze." You squeezed Elvis's hand as hard as you could, squeezing your eyes shut as you pressed your face into Elvis's chest. "Ouch baby, that's a good squeeze!" Elvis said trying to distract you.

"Real quick pinch." The nurse warned as the needle entered your skin. It was a pinch and a burn and you immediately screamed into Elvis's shirt as he shushed you. "Doing so good baby, it's almost over. You're being so brave, lovie." It took five minutes for the needle to be out of your hand and for the IV to be taped to your skin, giving you a drip of medicine to make you sleep.

"Good job!" The nurse exclaimed as she threw her opened supplies away. "Now we just need to wait about 10-15 minutes for her to get drowsy and I'll tell Dr. Ramsey she's good to get her stitches." Elvis nodded as you situated yourself a little bit to curl up in his lap more, laying your head on his arm. Elvis kissed your head as you got comfortable. "Daddy, we go home?" Elvis shook his head. "No baby, we gotta fix your ouchie before we can go home." You were not the type to be able to fall asleep anywhere, unfortunately. So Elvis expected a tantrum about you having to sleep here even for 30-45 minutes to do your stitches. "Wan' go bed." Elvis chuckled as he watched your eyes get sleepier and sleepier. "You want to go to bed? You never want to go to bed, silly."

The IV caught your eye and you sleepily held your hand in front of your face studying it. "What is that baby?" Elvis chuckled as you got more and more loopy, studying your hand. You reached your other hand up to pick at the tape around your IV but Elvis pulled your hand back and put it into your lap. "No, no, leave it be. It needs to be there." You started to whine and cry, wanting to be at Graceland in your bed more than anything. "I know baby, I know. Just close your eyes and let yourself sleep okay?"

Elvis was rocking you gently as he shushed you and finally Jerry spoke up from the corner of the room as he sat, waiting with you and E, not wanting to leave you there. He felt responsible for this despite it being an accident. "Sing to her, E. Your singing always works." He looked back at you. "Do you want me to sing you a song, baby? Would that make you feel better?" You wiggle in his arms, wanting out, out, out. And to feel clear headed again. But Elvis was calm and him singing to you would help a bit. "Y-yeah." You nodded. Elvis nodded, rocking you as you pushed against him, not liking the numbness and warm feeling spreading all over your body.

Wise men say

only fools rush in

But i can't help falling in love with you

Shall i stay? Would it be a sin

If i can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling so it goes somethings are meant to

You only got that far into the song before you finally slipped off to sleep and passed out in Elvis's arms and the doctor came in to finally stitch up the nasty gash on your face.

You were afraid when you woke up. "Daddy? Daddy?" You whimpered, disoriented. The doctor had finished your stitches about forty five minutes ago and Elvis had decided to just sit with Jerry and talk a bit while they waited for your anesthesia to wear off. But you woke up with a start, disoriented.

Seeing you sit up, looking around for him, Elvis rushed to your side, sitting you in his lap and hugging you to him. "It's okay baby, it's okay. It's all over. I'm still here." You reached up and touched the big white bandage sitting on top of your stitches. "Yeah, we made your owie better, huh?" You nodded, still a bit sleepy.

Jerry waved at you as you tried to get your bearings and calm your heart a little bit. "Hi sweetie. How do you feel?" You reached out and placed your tiny hand in Jerry's. "My owie's better." Jerry smiled. "Your owie feels better? Good. Now we can go home okay?"

Half an hour later, Elvis had just finished buckling you in your carseat in the car and you were dozing off again. "E, I'm sorry this all happened." Jerry spoke up and Elvis was turning out of the ER parking lot, toward home. "Jer, don't say another word about it. I trust you with her and you said it yourself, she was wobbly today. It was just an accident. There was nothing you did wrong. That shit just happens." Jerry nods and checked on you in the mirror and smiled when he noticed you had fallen asleep again.

*

There's my ER fic! I got inspired by @mooodyblue who published their doctor fic before me. I hope this was good <3 Time to answer some asks!

@plasticfantasticl0ver @ellie-24 @arianatheangel-girl

[charliespringverse]

iwbft – monday: a brief summary of my annotations

all highlighted quotes: 101

· ouch/ow/owie: 1

· real/felt/relatable/so true: 4

· aroace: 3

· ☹/☹☹/☹☹☹: 5

They usually just found me annoying, because once I start talking about The Ark, or anything really, I find it kind of hard to stop. — i often reference my jimmy kinnie shit but like,,, angel

I love my real name, but Angel feels like a part of me now. I'm just not used to hearing it in real life. — jay vibes

'And you must give me some writing material, boring girl!! Love you xx' — she took u up on this x

They seem connected. Like the Beatles on Abbey Road, or a group of toddlers holding hands on a preschool trip to the park. — the latter is closer to the truth

The girls. Our girls. — "our girls" vs "our boys" :(

Rowan, the tallest, is to my left with a hand on my shoulder. Lister is to my right, his hands in his pockets. We never really discussed this. It's just what we do now. — does lister keep his hands in his pockets bc he doesn't feel as connected ?

Fortunately for us, I'm excellent at faking being okay with things, even when inside my brain there is a tiny screaming gnome who is definitely not okay. — iconic line

I think he's attractive. Sort of averagely spaced out facial features. That haircut that all the lads are wearing nowadays. Bit like he was designed in a lab. I don't know, really. He looks like the sort of person I should think is attractive. — the a in lgbtqia+ stands for angel rahimi

Not miserable old Radiohead. — boooo rare angel L

'I mean, I guess it's unusual to be into that sort of music, but, you know, it's better than being too obvious.' — fuck off back to ur bucket hat

I say, upbeat as possible, 'Hi, you all right?' — p. 27 !! (note: page 27 is where angel mentions hating when ppl say 'you all right?' as a greeting)

I say this all with a laugh but I do actually wish people thought we were a rock band. We're a rock band. Electropop at a stretch. I'm not a music snob. Shut up. — me in my 5sos era c. 2014

You can tell he gets a little nervous at events like these. — "a little nervous" yeah?

'Not because you think he's attractive...?' — men (derogatory)

[little-bitty-froggy]

Cg(s)- Eddie Dear+Frank Frankly

Little(s) - Julie Joyful

Age- 5

It was a nice spring earning and Julie, Eddie, and Frank were outside in a nice flowery field catching or just watching bugs.

Frank and Eddie don't really get much time together due to Eddie being a mail man so they thought this would be the perfect time to hang out together. On the way there they met Julie skipping around and being her usual self. “HAY JULIE”. Eddie yelled crossing the street. “Hm”? Julie turned around to see her best friend Frank and his boyfriend. “Hiya fellas, whatcha doing”? “Oh, we're just going down to the flower field to look at some bugs and to catch up on things”. Frank said with a smile holding a small leather bag that he carries around for his books and notes. “OOOOO~ that sounds like a lata fun. Can I tag along”? “Sure why not”. Eddie giggled turning to his boyfriend. “Is that ok with you hun”? “Sure I don't see why not.” “YAAAAY~”!!! Julie jumped with joy as she ran over the boys.

—Time skip cause i’m too lazy——

They had made it to a big field of flowers of all different kinds, peonies, tulips, windflowers little rose bushes on the sides, etc. There were many different bugs to look at. Butterflies, bees, Beatles, spiders, etc.

Julie giggled as she ran threw the flower patches. “Guys look, these ones are orange and yellow too, just like my horns”. She said pointing at the tulips and then right back to her horns.

“It sure does”. Eddie gasped. “FRANK LOOK, this one's orange”. Eddie pointed to an orange and black butterfly. “Ooooo~ that's a mark butterfly”. Frank said looking very happy to be talking about his interests.

Meanwhile, Julie was in her own little world chasing the bugs and nationally falling over the ruts of an occasional tree here and there.

“Oof, dat one really hurt”. She quickly put her hands on her mouth and looked over at frank and Eddie laughing at each other in the distance. “Thank god they didn’t here dat”. She groaned (“i cant regress now, I’m with my friends right now. Ooo- but what will they say if they find out”). Everything was flooding her head till she started spacing out.

“Julie”? “Hay Juuuulieeeee, you ok”. “Hu, oh ya m fine”. Julie said trying not to sound so kiddish even thought thats her hole personality but today she was a little off. Her voice was a tad bit higher and she kinda slurred her words. “You sure cause we’ve been calling you for like two minutes now”? Frank sounded a bit worried. “Mhm, m fine, ima be ight back”. Julie then got up and started walking. She didn’t know where she was going, she just new she wanted to get away from the couple.

“Oof”. “Owy, owy, owy”! Julie cries, slowly turning into sobs. “JULIE”!!The boys cried out. “Are you ok”. Eddie says running over to the mentally younger. Julie is still sobbing uncontrollably. “Shh shh, hay everything’s gunna to be ok”. “M-m-m-m sowry”. Her sobs slowly turned into soft cries. “Theres no reason to be sorry, you just had a little accident, your ok, hehe”. Eddie reassures her. “M- what do you want me to do ki—oooh hehe”. Julie looks over at frank making grabby hands towards him. Frank gets down to her level.”are you little right now”. “Mhm” she blushes hiding her face from the two mentally older boys. ”Why didn’t you tell us”. “Cause is didn wan you to e weiwded out. I didn wan you to stwap bein m fwend”. Julie started to tear up. “I don’t know if you know this already but”. Julie looks up at Eddie. Eddie takes out a small stuffed bear and an orange,yellow,blue pacifier. “Im an age regressor too. Well a flip”. “Same here, and when where both small Howdy comes and takes care of us”. The two mentally boys looked over at Julie as she’s giggling ind stimming.

“Now, can we go catch buofwies”.

“Yes, yes, we can”.

Im so sorry that it took me so long.school has been tough cause i had a bunch of tests, but tysm for the request this was a lot of fun to make, especially with some of my headcanons.:)

[jacksdinonuggets]

Injuries

summary: Vaggie regressed after being attacked by lute. Luckily Charlie finds her and is very supportive of her small side.

Notes: Thank you to EccentricJester for requesting on Ao3. requests are always open for this stuff if you provide enough plot.

Vaggie was panting heavily once she woke up. She found herself in an alleyway where Lute ripped her wings out and stabbed her eye. She immediately tried to get up, worried that danger might be lingering nearby. She thought they would be back for her. She needed to get somewhere safe and away from people. They would try to finish her off, especially because she was currently in cannibal town.

Vaggie crawled her way over to the dumpster. She lost her balance and slid down the side. Her wings being gone really felt off.

As she laid there, her mind raced with panicked thoughts.

“No, I need to get up. They’re- they're gonna kill me!” She thought. However, the pain and aching was too much for her. She gasped for air, trying to get a hold of herself but as she was left alone with her thoughts of what had just happened, she just kept spiraling. 

Then, this random thought came into her head. ‘I want my mama,’. It was so strange too. She hadn’t met back up with her mom in heaven and can barely even remember what she looked like. Then she realized what was happening to her.

‘No, no, no! I have to stay big! For my own safety,’ she thought. She can’t slip. Not now. But the pain was getting too much and the stress of what she was going to do was unbearable. It was straining and took so much of the little energy she had out of her. She really wanted to start bawling while being rocked in someones hands. 

Vaggie sucked on the tip of her  thumb to relieve some of her anxiety. It unfortunately made her slip further. 

“Holy hell! Are you okay?!” A person yelled out. Vaggie looked up and saw someone rushing towards her with concern on their face. She immediately got scared by the loud noises they were making and curled up into a ball and slid the whole thumb in her mouth.

“Hey, its okay, I’m sorry I scared you,” The person tried to calm her down. Vaggie just whimpered as another wave of pain and burning rushed over her. Being half-way big and half-way small, she really didn’t want to start wailing in front of this new woman.

“I’m Charlie Morningstar. I was checking out the damages from the extermination. Can I please see your eye? I have bandages,” Charlie asked in a soft and soothing voice. Vaggie trusted her, maybe a little too fast. She was feeling small so any kind being she would trust.

“M Vaggie,” She told the stranger.

Vaggie turned a little towards her and took her thumb out of her mouth so Charlie could get a full view of her eye.

“Oh you poor thing, This must really hurt. I’m so sorry, these exterminations can be so brutal,” Charlie began to wrap her face.

“When we get back to my place, I’ll clean it up. Any more injuries?” 

“Wings gone…” Vaggie sniffled as she was reminded about how she was now fallen and without her wings.

“Okay, I’ll take a look at it once we get home. Do you need help getting up?” Charlie purposed. Vaggie nodded, putting the thumb back in her mouth. She was glad Charlie didn’t say anything about it. She was really kind too.

Charlie used all of her strength to pick Vaggie up and carry her back to the limo. As the driver drove them back to the Morningstar Mansion, Vaggie curled up in Charlies lap. It just felt right to do. Charlie let her do it too.

“Hey, I forgot to ask earlier, but do you know how old you’re feeling? Your behavior is telling me you're regressed right now…” She said. Vaggie looked up with tears in her eyes. Not only did this stranger she just met not find her weird and a loser, but she also understood what was happening with her! She held up 3 fingers.

“I see, you’re feeling a bit small, huh?” 

“Mhm,” Vaggie mumbled.

“That’s okay, I’ll put you down for a nap after we take care of your owies, ‘kay?” Charlie explained.

Before long, the limo pulled up to the mansion and the two stepped out. Instead of carrying her, Charlie just let Vaggie lean on her as they walked to the door. Charlie fumbled with her keys before unlocking the door and stepped inside.

“My mom’s out and my dad is at our vacation house so we have the mansion all to ourselves,” she said as she walked Vaggie towards the kitchen. She lifted the girl onto the counter before pulling out a first aid kit from under the sink.

Cleaning the wounds were…difficult to say the least. Vaggie was extremely sensitive at the moment so right when she put disinfectant spray in her empty socket, she cried. It was the type of cry that would make your heartbreak. It made you feel like you had to do anything just to make them be happy again. It was quite literally a child’s.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, the ouchie feeling will be gone soon, I promise,” Charlie comforted her and held her hand as she sobbed. She was very tall and could easily hug her from the position they were at but she didn’t want to disturb her back injuries. 

After wrapping her eye up and cleaning her back wound, Charlie realized it would be best for her to take a bath before putting her down for a nap. Her short, light gray hair was greasy with sweat and grime. Her body was covered in alleyway dirt and just by the texture of her skin, Charlie could tell had some wiped off blood on it.

It was actually pretty great that Lucifer liked rubber ducks so much because they helped keep Vaggie occupied while Charlie washed her hair and body. Sure, it was a bit awkward but Charlie tried to think of it like that. Luckily, they had waterproof bandages so none of her injuries got wet and hurty.

Once she got Vaggie dried off and into some of her old pajamas (Her newer ones would be too big and baggy), she took her into one of the guest rooms and tucked her in.

“Why you being so nice ta me?” Vaggie babbled in confusion. No one was ever this caring with her. She had to make people fear her in order for them to respect and be kind to her.

“I hate seeing people hurt… and you looked all alone and scared in that alleyway, I just needed to make sure you were alright. I don’t know what it is, but taking care of people and being nice to them, just makes me feel good. It's nice knowing what you did, impacted someone in a positive way,” Charlie explained. She sat at the foot of the bed.

“Sorry, that might be a little too deep for you to understand right now,” She apologized before making her way to head out the room.

“Wait!” Vaggie yelled in a terrified tone.

“I dun wanna be alone… da dark is also scary,” Vaggie whimpered.

“I’ll stay until you fall asleep, how about that?” Charlie offered. The small girl nodded and Charlie went to sit in a chair in the corner.

As Vaggie was falling asleep, Charlie couldn’t help but wonder and worry about the new guest she had. There was a lot of golden blood on her back wound. Was this being possibly an angel? Maybe a fallen one? ‘No’ Charlie thought, ‘an exorcist probably spilled its blood on her’. If a sinner can be injured, most likely an angel can be too. She just knew that when she would wake up the next morning, it would not be fun. They always say the second day is the worst when it comes to recovering. At least Vaggie wouldn’t be alone. She had Charlie to help take care of her.

[team-heavenly]

Chapter 21: Part 2

If you've read Part 1, welcome and please proceed! If you haven't, what're you doing here? Click here to start from the beginning!

And who else should we run into but our friendly duo? Here at the *checks notes* ...Bad Jungle?! Are you kidding me?

This is one of those things that's a little too on the nose to be believable. But I swear this is legit!

We actually did manage to get through the dungeon first try. Now if it had been the Nonsensical Castle on the other hand-

No I'm not letting that go, it was literally Hell.

Teresa: "...Hey, don't you think it's weird they both skirted around the center of the path just now?"

Andrea: "No? Why would that be weir-"

AH!! WE'VE BEEN BAMBOOZLED!!

*cue Wilhelm Scream and owie-ow-ow sounds*

...Deepest of apologies for the deep-fried text on this one. I'm afraid it wasn't exactly salvageable. And as if things couldn't get any worse...

THAT'S RIGHT, IT'S YA BOIIIII!!

*rumbling noise*

...Someone just dun goofed.

Southern Beedrill, I love you so much. Welcome back, pal :')

To his credit, though... Totodile takes it and runs with it, demonstrating his commitment to The Bit.

This would be absolutely terrifying if we were unevolved Pokémon without an AoE move. But... you know :D

Although something truly baffling happens when we transition to the battle:

UHHH, TOTODILE?! IS THERE SOMETHING YOU WANNA TELL US??

He was genuinely a rock type and everything! I'm honestly at a loss. I've never seen this happen before, and I have no explanation for it.

Also, here's proof this place is called the Bad Jungle. If you even care.

This fight wasn't too bad, actually! One Rare Fossil was all we needed to knock out Tropius, and Blizzard took down almost everyone else. Mewtwo needed an extra hit, but that was no problem. Really, the worst part was facing down the Suddenly-Aron Guildmaster... It went something like this:

Andrea: *repeatedly using Octazooka* Teresa: *repeatedly using Mud Slap and dropping accuracy* Aron: *keeps hitting us anyway and brings both HP bars down to red* Team Heavenly: *has no healing items and begins to nervously sweat*

Thankfully, he finally began missing when it mattered and we triumphed!

"Let's skedaddle, boys!"

"Well, they're certainly good at... skedaddling."

Sureee Linoone, go ahead and play the innocence card! I'm looking right through you 👁👁

And that's putting it mildly.

FYI: I'm skipping over the whole "Teresa using the Dimensional Scream because this treasure box seems sketch and could be a trap" thing because it's... not really necessary to the story.

...Annnnd here's the cincher. *shakes ten-year-old me for being too dumb to have all doubt expelled at this reveal* Gosh, we've managed to hit 30 images already, so I suppose let's move on to Part 3. I liked it better when I just crammed in as many photos as I could...

[aestheticvoyage2024]

Day 25: Thursday January 25, 2024 - "Owie The Fish"

William has been learning about fish and other ocean creatures in his pre-primary classroom the past week, and somewhere in our after school chatters, the idea of him getting his own pet fish came about. So tonight, after his popsicle craving was satisfied, I loaded him up for Petsmart where $67 later we were coming home with a new bowl, some plants, a turtle decoration and pink neon rocks, along with a blue Betta Fish that he had named Owie. We introduced the new pet to Huckleberry who was very curious about where we'd run off to without him, and then I took all the careful steps to prepare the water and get it up to room temperature. William was very excited - his big boy responsibility. His pet fish. I stepped around the other side of the bar to capture a fitting picture of the day. Seconds later, he had grabbed and dumped the entire can of fish food into the bowl. Oh no Owie! I worked fast to scoop as much of the floating buffet off and onto the counter as it all quickly disintegrated into the bowl. Apparently we have some training to do before turning this two year old loose on pet care! I got William into the tubby, and quickly got to work on rescuing and restoring the fish water for our new friend. William was very concerned and just sat in the tub, not touching a single toy, waiting to see what would happen.....until I brought the fresh fish bowl into the bathroom to show him that I had rescued his pet and that he would be ok. I saw a weight come off him as I explained we have to be more careful and just give him one bit at a time. That even though we named the fish Owie, we have to make sure we never give him one! I hadn't intended for the pet fish idea to result in some lessons - and Ive sure got some to take away too. William always seems a half step ahead of me these days. This one was certainly a lesson in parenting for both of us.

Song: Rambler Kane - Hearts On Fire

Quote: "My approach to what I do in my job…and it might even be the approach to my life…is that everything I do is the most important thing I do. Whether it’s a play or the next film. It is the most important thing. I know it’s not going to be the most important thing, and it might not be close to being the best, but I have to make it the most important thing. That means I will be ambitious with my job and not with my career. That’s a very big difference…because if I’m ambitious with my career, everything I do now is just stepping-stones leading to something…a goal I might never reach, and so everything will be disappointing. But if I make everything important, then eventually it will become a career. Big or small, we don’t know. But at least everything was important." Mads Mikkelsen

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 07x22 There Will Be Blood

“What a dick” “oh. How’d he get that?” “oh yeah” “the way they shoot the film, everyone is closer together. They did it differently in the winchesters. It feels more up-close-and-personal” “just a little bit” ‘it’s not in pie. I guess it’s mass produced pie” “that didn’t age well” “Did they just summon him?” “sounds so funny”

“All for chopped dick” “They shouldn’t have used the name Dick” “the fuck did I just read?” “oh it takes it in the butthole” “jacket matches the building, and the car, and the flask. Very red day” “I know they have to talk with him away, but Is it good to have him somewhere else?” laughter

🎶roadfood🎶

🎶phallic objects and water🎶

‘That’s what they said about the butthole” “do we have a sacrifice going or what?” “No?” 🎶what the fuck🎶

“Just three armed men walk into the fkn room” “nice” “just pick it out of a satellite image. She doesn’t even know what a phone is bro” “is there a song about Dean being a warrior? That was a very odd comment” “Zulah Montana” “He looks so angry” (we rewound the scene) laughter “what the fuck” laughter

“Out of the fkn hand. Like oh my god.” “that needle is big enough to go through the hand and into the thigh” laughter

“Oh my god. I didn’t catch what was going on at first, but the siren with the song is funny” “what happened to her eyebrows? Oh its’ shadows” “yeah pretty much” “I don’t know what that means either” “doesn’t bobby see the code for the safe?” “he’s not doing so good. That escalated quick. It only took like 3 episodes” “just sniffing corn” “catching ZZzzs? Like in Sesame Street?” laughter

“I don’t know who’s dumber - Sam or Dean for suggesting that” “holy fkn shit” “my brain shifted from that jumpscare and now I have a headache” “oh shit’ “it’s that fkn guy” “hell yeah” “owie” “I don’t know what maui wowie is” “oh because he does believe them I guess” “yup. It’s wood” “is he going to try to get the first strike?” “That’s a fkn sweet ass stairwell” “wasn’t that his only vial?” “that didn’t hurt him for that long” “oh shit. Well there ya go” “That was juicy” “Well at least he also thought it was juicy” “what the fuck are they gonna do?” “oh he’s kept them since forever. I see’ “does that mean what it’s supposed to mean? Like next season of the tv show?” “well shit” “was that voiced over?” “that was a pretty bad way to do a demon circle thing”

[bestfriendforhire]

Children of BFFH, Entry 163

 I awoke to the sound of singing, thankful that I had managed falling asleep last night.  My parent’s voices were uncommonly pleasant to the ear, never missing a note.  Auntie Aaliyah was obviously the best singer I knew, but my parents were certainly good, and hearing them serenade me for my birthday always made me smile.

 When the song came to an end, I considered asking them for a bit of sparring like Luce always did.  She struggled with all her might to ruffle their hair, but I was certain she couldn’t.  I’d never be able to control as much heat as Mother, being a step farther away from dragons than she was, and matching Father at spellcasting was impossible without being Auntie Aaliyah.  He was too old, and Auntie Aaliyah had taught him herself.  Trying to beat my parents in a fight was futile for mortal beings.

 Instead, I invited some of my friends and my family to compete in games with a bit of chance on my birthdays.  When I stood up, I was already dressed, wearing new slacks, a dress shirt, a vest, shoes, and the other essentials.  I admired the way the light glimmered off the shirt and wondered what material Auntie Aaliyah had used this year; she always gifted me a new outfit on my birthday along with time.  For today’s games, we had as long as we needed, and not a second would pass back home.

 “Think you’ll win this year?” questioned Crazy as she cracked her knuckles.

 “Doubt it.” I told her with a smirk.

 Some of my friends would wonder why I didn’t play games with my parents at home, not that the ones here were out of the loop.  Father’s childhood friend was one of the guardians back home, at least her spirit was, and she would never allow Father’s luck to falter, caring about him enough to die in his stead back when he was truly human.  Here, her power couldn’t reach him.

 “I’m going to win at least once.” insisted Messy with uncommon bravado.  Her smile made her seem like she was teasing, but there was determination to her as well.

 “If any of us can beat the adults, we should consider it a win for all of us.” insisted Four as he looked around at us.

 “Children, please.  Alma and I play perfectly fairly.” stated Father as he took his place at the table.  “You should worry more about her.”  He pointed at Auntie Aaliyah, who practically radiated innocence.  “We’d never know if she cheated.”

 Messy thumped Auntie Aaliyah’s head, and something seemed to crack, as if the facade of innocence had been a physical thing that now broke to show a schemer of such complexity that I was struggling to make sense of what I felt as I looked at her.  I quickly brushed off the feeling after Messy thumped her mother again.

 “Owie.  Messy, kiss the booboo.” stated Auntie Aaliyah, rubbing her own head and frowning at her daughter.

 Messy rolled her eyes but complied anyway.

 “You think I’m going to let Mother win?” questioned Momma Mila with a teasing smile.  “I’ve got this today.”

 “Unless I do.” insisted Auntie Raine, actually looking just slightly combative.  Playing cards appeared in her hand before flying at different speeds to her other hand, shuffling as they flew.

 “Oh, good idea.  Let’s start with a few rounds of Texas Holdem.” I stated, accepting when Auntie Raine passed me the cards.

 Normally, playing cards with Raine, Crazy, Messy, Momma Mila, and Auntie Aaliyah wasn’t remotely fair.  All of them had ways to see what was around them other than eyesight.  Auntie Aaliyah could do whatever she felt like, which was why she had agreed to block certain abilities to even the playing field a little.  Not being able to sense the heat around me was an odd feeling, but I was quite thankful for Auntie Aaliyah’s help.  She even provided a copy of herself who was cut off from her own abilities, not that such a handicap made her less than an opponent.

 Before Auntie Aaliyah became the Reaper, she was once a little girl with such a brilliant mind that she eventually learned to hack herself and become the most powerful existence in all of creation.  Even if we were playing against a two-year-old version of Auntie Aaliyah, her mind would be daunting, and she was human-ish at two.  I never asked for that though.  If I were to beat Death at a game, I wanted a fraction of her current mind to be playing against me.

 One of the great things about playing poker was that anyone had the potential to win if dealt the right cards, so beating the practically unbeatable monsters around me could happen.  We split into three groups and started playing elimination rounds.  As I gave the deck one last shuffle, I hoped to get a little lucky.

 I didn’t win.  I dealt myself a two and an eight, and the river wasn’t in my favor on the first hand.  Then I ended up losing half my chips to Crazy, who had convinced me she was bluffing when she wasn’t.  She didn’t win either though.

 Auntie Raine was a phenomenal gamer, terrific actor, and the ultimate winner of our Texas Holdem competition.  I was happy for her, and I couldn’t feel too bad about being eliminated in the first round when Father had been as well.

 After a little debate, we started playing games from other worlds, which took more than a bit of explanation on some, but they were fun.  For our tenth and final game, I chose Auntie Aaliyah’s larger, goofier, intergalactic version of Life.  I even managed to come in second.  When we finished our snacks and discussion of the game, we returned to normal time and let my birthday commence.

 My friends and I did a bit of gaming on Ancient Tribes of Earth in the morning, and then I was pleasantly surprised to find Eléa first in line to give me a gift before lunch.  Unwrapping the present, I was surprised to see a model of my character who appeared to be training several of Eléa’s characters.  Even more interesting were the enchantments on it.  My character would cast a spell, and one of Eléa’s would attempt to match it.

 “Mila helped with the modeling and did the printing.  Crazy did the enchantment for me, but I came up with the poses and what spells they’d be practicing.” nervously explained Eléa.

 “I love it.  Thank you!” I told her before creating a spell to make the gift float and giving her a hug.  “You didn’t have to do anything for me, but I really appreciate it.”

 The fact that Eléa gave me a birthday present at all was unexpected and enough to make me happy.  The others gave me their gifts as well, and then we ate lunch with everyone.  The cake was, of course, magnificent, and I was more than happy spending the rest of my day gaming with my friends.  This year’s birthday was perfectly wonderful.

[marvelous-harry]

Caught in a lie

Harry/Florence/Fem!Reader Words: 1.6k Warnings: Dom!Harry, Dom!Florence, Sub!Fem!Reader, Spanking, Belting Summary: Florence and Harry are very disappointed after finding out you've lied about missing your doctor's appointment.

“I don’t like it! It’s scary!” I protested as I hid against Florence, bringing my hands up to my ears to cover the sounds of the creepy doll speaking in her creepy voice as she moved around all on her own.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you when the little doll comes to bite your toes in bed during the night,” Harry teased as he grabbed my foot and pulled on it.

“Mean!! Flossie, make him stop,” I whined and pouted up at her. She just patted my cheek and kept watching the movie. “So mean to your poor subby, I should send in a complaint,” I huffed as Harry only laughed and Flo just held me tighter. Seeing my phone light upon the table, I tried reaching for it but Florence held me close.

“Harry, can you give me my phone, please?” I asked nicely, giving a sweet smile.

“Course,” He smiled back and grabbed the phone, handing it over after giving me a kiss. It was a text from a number I didn’t recognize.

I clicked on the message without thought and started reading it when Flo grabbed the phone from me. As the words of what I had read registered fully in my brain, and knowing that Florence was now reading them, I could feel my heart starting to pound quickly. This was not going to go well. “Flossie,” I started quietly.

“Sit up,” She said sharply, still holding on to my phone.

Quickly sitting up, I shifted around so I could hug my knees tightly to my chest and clasped my hands together.

“What’s going on?” Harry asked confused as he watched us. He looked from me to Florence as she handed him my phone. His brows were furrowed as he read the message over twice. “Is this a mistake?” he asked, putting the phone down by me. “You told both of us that you’d gone to your appointment and everything was fine,”

I opened my mouth to reply, but I had no idea what to say, so I closed my mouth again and looked down.

“Answer him. Did you lie or is the message a computer error?” Florence pressed me for an answer.

I whimpered, closed my eyes, and dug my nails into my palms. “I lied,” I whispered, almost wishing they didn’t hear me.

“You lied,” Florence repeated after me and got off the sofa, pacing back and forth. Harry grabbed the remote for the TV and turned it off.

“Why didn’t you go to the appointment? You left the house. What did you do instead?” Florence asked as she came and sat back down, looking at me seriously.

“I was going to go but I just started overthinking everything, and I was scared. I didn’t plan to not go, I promise!” I said quietly as I glanced up at them. “It just happened,”

“Why were you scared?” Harry asked as he took my hand and gave it a squeeze.

Pulling him closer by his hand, I stroked his hand as I took a deep breath. “Cause part of the check-up was getting my blood drawn and it always hurts cause they miss, and I didn’t want it to hurt so I just walked around till I thought the appointment was over and it wouldn’t be too soon for me to come home,”

“Baby,” Harry sighed.

“So not only did you lie but you decided to purposely fool us. You could’ve asked one of us to go with you if you were worried about the appointment,” Florence said as she gave me a stern look.

Whining, I reached for her hand so I could hold it. “Please don’t be mad!”

Florence sighed as she took my hand and made me look at her. “Mad isn’t the right word. I am upset that you lied, you know we hate lying. It’s one of the biggest rules we have for a reason. But you didn’t just lie about something trivial. You lied about something to do with your health, which makes it so much worse. We can’t have a good, trusting relationship and do what we do if we’re going to be lying to each other. Do you understand?”

I nodded as I cried, feeling tears running down my cheeks. “I’m really sorry,” I told them as I sniffled and reached up to wipe my eyes.

“Get undressed and go sit on your naughty step while Harry and I discuss what your punishment is going to be,” Florence told me as she gave my hand a squeeze before pulling back.

“Yes, Flossie,” I cried as I stood up from the sofa. Undressing, I folded my clothes in a neat pile before walking into the hallway and taking a seat on the stairs as I wrapped my hands around myself and cried quietly.

Minutes passed by before finally they called me back into the living room. Wiping my face, I got up and walked into the living room, stopping in front of them.

“We’ve talked it over and your punishment for lying and purposely deceiving us is going to be a spanking and a belting. And tomorrow when the doctor’s office opens you’re going to call and get a new appointment set up, and Flo or I are going to come with you this time. Do you think that sounds fair?” Harry explained and looked at me as he finished talking.

Nodding, I quickly dried my eyes again. “Yes,” I told him quietly.

“Alright, come here please,” Harry said and patted his lap.

Sniffling, I walked over and laid down over his leg.

“Good girl,” Florence said as she stroked my bum. “I’ll go get the belt,” she told Harry before giving him a kiss.

I tried to take deep breaths as Florence’s hand was replaced by Harry’s and I knew that he would be starting soon. Grasping at the sofa cushion as his hand tightened on my hip, I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip as I grunted in pain as his hand came down hard on my bum.

There was no counting. There were no breaks. There was just an onslaught of hard, fast, and unforgiving smacks painting my cheeks red. It didn’t take long at all till I was sobbing.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll be good!” I cried, kicking my legs as the pain in my bum was getting very bad.

Harry trapped my legs with his free leg and gave me a few more hard smacks with his palm. “You’re going to six lashes with the belt and then we’re done,” Harry said as he took the belt Flo had returned with.

“Okay,” I sobbed loudly. “Can Flossie hold my hands down so I don’t touch?” I asked, knowing that I already was so close to reaching back and trying to rub some off the stinging away.

Florence sat down on the sofa next to me and I reached my hands out to her. “Thank you,” I cried as she grasped my wrists while Harry stroked the belt over my burning bum.

The first hit with the belt came down hard and the pain spread from my bum and all through my body, feeling like flames swallowing me up. I tried tugging my hands free but Flo kept a firm grip on them. Harry didn’t give me much time to recover or think about it before the second and third time the belt came down.

“Please, I’ll be good, I won’t lie ever again,” I sobbed as I resigned myself to the pain the remaining smacks of the belt would bring me.

By the time the last smack of the belt was dealt, I was completely spent, lying limply over Harry’s lap as I cried.

“Shhhh, it’s okay. All is forgiven now, baby girl,” Florence said softly as Harry helped lift me onto her lap.

My hands were between her chest and my chest as I cried, happily straddling her lap so my bum could rest in the air between her legs.

“Harry’s just gone to get your lotion and a washcloth, darling,” Flossie said when I whimpered and tried reaching out for him. “So proud of you, such a strong little good girl for us. Did so good,” she murmured while stroking my back.

“Promise?” I mumbled back tiredly.

“I promise,” Florence smiled and kissed my forehead.

“Still love me? Not leaving?” I mumbled.

“Always love you, baby. And we’re never leaving,” Harry said as he came back. Opening the cap on the bottle of lotion, he poured a generous amount into his hand before he started to very gently rub it in on my sore bum.

“Ah! Owie,” I cried as he touched me and I tried pressing closer to Flo to get away from his hand.

“It’ll make you feel better, I’m almost done,” Harry said as he continued putting the lotion on. “There we go, going to wash your face now, lovely,”

I whimpered as Florence and Harry worked together to get me to lean my head back enough so Harry could clean my face, wiping away all my tears and the mess from my runny nose.

A blanket was draped over me and kisses were placed on my cheek and forehead as I snuggled close to Florence.

“You just rest, darling. We got you,” Flo whispered. Doing a big yawn, I searched for Harry’s hand and grabbed it, holding on to it gently as I mumbled sleepily. “Love my Flossie and Harry,” and just before I slipped off to sleep I could hear them murmur their love back to me.

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[georgiapeach30513]

Can you please write about the Beck wedding from Aster/Beck and Ellie’s POV? I know we kind of got a glimpse from Blade/Lo and Story/Carter but I just know Beck would have some sweet vows.

The Beck wedding! I know this has been a bit of a long time coming, and we still haven't seen the Baizen wedding. But let's look into the Moonbeam and Starlight's wedding. I'm so soft for these two right now it's not even funny

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Add The Beck

Summary:  Mr. and Mrs. Beck

Pairings:  Aster X Beck

Rating: 😭🥺😂

Warnings: Aster has a potty mouth, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.7K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Aster Drysdale Masterlist

“Is the caterer here?” Aster asks her wedding planner who is a on a continuous loop of nodding her head. “The um, the the the cake lady, did she get it here, and have everything set up?” she gets another nod. “Also, the photographer was needing mine and Beck’s rings. They’re here. Please, don’t lose these. Oh and…”

“Az,” you come in to give your daughter a kiss, “everyone’s dresses are steamed. The makeup artist and the hair stylist is here and starting on your sisters. Owin’s and Joshua’s tuxes are with everyone else’s. Creed is keeping Beck in check,” you give a little giggle, but Aster only glares at you. “Oh, sorry Otto and Ellie are keeping each other entertained along with the babysitter that Story brought, she’s got Z and watching the older three. Now, I need you to take your fucking Xanax and calm down, okay? You’re giving all of us anxiety. It’s your wedding day.”

“Telling me to calm down isn’t helping,” you slide the pill over that her best friend prescribed to her. “Go tell Joshua Buchanan I’m swallowing it.”

“Thank you. Now, can I get you something to eat while Tammy does your hair?” with a pout and a head nod you run off to go get her some food. Hopefully calming and easing her.

“I need an iced americano! Tell Owie to bring me coffee! Ahh!” she screams excitedly when Owin walks in with said coffee. “Thank you, Owie Bowie. How is he?”

“Beck? He just took a shot of rum with Creed and they’re laughing with Joshua, Carter, James, and Blade. How is this walking down the aisle business working?”

“Oh,” Aster gets excited when she gets to talk out her plans. “Iris is going down with Creed. Winnie is with you because she refused to go down with Joshua. Joshua is with Story. And Lucy is walking down with Blade.”

“What about August?” Aster curls up her lip. “What?”

“This is a bit out numbered. I don’t have girlfriends. While you and Joshua will be on the groomsman side, you’re really for me. And before you ask, Winnie is Iris’s friend, I just get along with her, okay. To answer your question, August is walking down with Posie, but maybe Blade and him switch last minute.  Now, fetch my father in about thirty minutes. Because I’ll need someone to touch up my makeup,” Owin hisses at Aster. “Stop. No wait, I gotta talk to Joshie first.”

“You do. You almost made it to thirty-five. Beck know about that pact?” Aster nods her head. “Emy?”

“Yeah, I don’t know about that.”

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Iris takes one look at the man that walks through the door, and pulls at the girls to leave. Winnie walks past him, and taps on his shoulder before walking out, leaving Aster and Joshua the only ones in the room. “That pill’s working.”

“Eh, it helps to have a good doctor. How ya doing Joshie?”

“Oh you know,” he grabs a seat and sits right in front of her. “Just drinking rum with your almost husband. Can’t believe you’re marrying someone that isn’t into bourbon or whiskey. How’re you feeling?”

“I’m good.”

“You happy, Az?” she grabs a tissue and starts patting at her eyes.

“Stop.”

“You know, I never argued with you about Beck. That’s all we did with Scott. Forbid me to hang out with you. Didn’t even want me or Owin as your best man. I told you, and your stubborn ass wouldn’t listen to dear old Joshie.”

“He was jealous of our history,” Joshua shrugs and settles back in his chair. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“I almost made it to thirty-five.”

“Az, we were having fun. Do you regret it?” she smiles shaking her head no. “Me neither. We were kids when we made that pact and if we weren’t where we were right now, I’d do it. The Barnes and the Drysdale’s finally a unit. It would be some disgustingly big wedding. Bigger than yours and your sisters combined. We’d have a good life, but while we love each other…”

“You’re not Beck,” Aster plays around with her perfect teardrop engagement ring when Joshua slides over a not too different silver plated ring, with an obnoxiously large tear drop CZ diamond. “Joshie.”

“I kept that hideous thing. What I was like eleven, when I gave you that thing? We vowed to get married if we weren’t by thirty-five. I love you Aster, but I’m so glad you found someone that is in love with you. I knew it,” Aster picks up that ring remembering how powerful she felt with it, but also hid it from her dad. “I knew the first time I met Beck, that he was the one that swiped you off your feet. You and him played that friends with benefits thing.”

“We were actually just fucking.”

“You played the game, and you my beautiful friend fell so hard. He knows about us, and he’s not threatened because he knows that you love him fully. Mickey was threatened and so was your first limp dick husband who never knew what you tasted like. I hope that Beck tastes you every chance he gets.”

“I have to push him off of me.”

“Good, because you deserve to be devoured. But enough of the sex. That man and Ellie, if I didn’t know, I would think he was the one that made her. Aster, I know you realize how blessed you are,” she smiles nodding her head, and slips that atrocious and yet adorable ring on her pinky. “I want that back. I may need it.”

“If you don’t get that girl a real diamond, so help me Joshua Buchanan Barnes, I’ll cut you.”

“Easy! I’ll get my woman what I want to. But I wouldn’t share a ring from another woman.”

“Do you really want it back?” she pouts over at Joshua who gives that signature laugh of his. “Like really really want it back?”

“Only for safe keeping. I’ll give it back to you when you get back from your honeymoon. Make us a baby,” Aster says a quick no. “Make us two babies. He knows he’s stuck with me and Owie right?”

“No more babies! Joshie, you get back here. Joshua! Joshua Barnes!”

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Aster takes a deep breath and taps on her dad’s shoulder who turns around to look at his daughter. Ransom tilts his head to the side and looks over her. Tears immediately fill his eyes and refuses to let them fall. “Daddy.”

“Don’t you daddy me, young lady. I can’t have that sweet voice with you. My god, does he realize the beautiful little star that you are? My daughter found her prince…”

“No, not a prince. Not a knight. He’s just Mr. Perfect,” Ransom rolls his eyes. “He is.”

“AstroBoy. Azzie got her a moon man.”

“I didn’t want a moon man,” her hands go to fanning her face. “See what you did. Gonna ruin my makeup.”

“What I did? What the hell did I do? You’re my hard daughter. You quit that right now. Stop those damn tears,” Aster gives him a strangled laugh. “One of the little baby girls I never knew I wanted and never thought I would get to be apart of her life. Az, you are a third of the reason I changed my life. And because of that change, I have had a life I’m proud of. It’s so full of love and happiness. You my little star are apart of that. I know it may not seem like it, but I’ve always wanted this for you and your sisters.”

Aster rolls her eyes, but still smiles at her dad. “You, my strong and determined child, I worried about. I saw you slipping into the partying. Saw you struggling through Ellie’s early life, and saw you lonely. You always put your daughter first, and she’s happy and safe for that. But when that stupid AstroBoy walked into our lives and became this father figure immediately to Ellie, and then you fell…I knew this was your future with him. There is nobody more perfect for my daughter and granddaughter than Christopher Beck. I don’t want to give you away, but I will to him,” Ransom leans down to give his daughter a gentle kiss to her temple. “I’ll meet you at the end of the aisle.”

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“Dad, dad, dad, dad,” Ellie chants with Owin behind her carrying a gift. Her own white dress flowing behind her.

“Pumpkin,” Beck gives her the biggest smile, picking her up to kiss her cheek before putting her back down. “What cha got Ellie?”

“Mommy’s gift. Owie Bowie, hand it to my dad, and open,” Beck opens the gift to see a star map of the first night that him and Aster spent together. “Do you know what that date is? Your book party date when you and mommy finally met.”

“Well, this is awkward,” Beck rubs the back of his neck. Reaching over to grab his own wrapped gift looking eerily similar to the last. Owin cocks up an eyebrow at him. “It’s a different date. Just…just take it to her.”

Owin chuckling to himself walks into the room, giving a loud whistle at the the women. “You ladies are ravishing. Mrs. D, is that a new necklace? Iris the lashes is a nice touch. Princess, black looks good on you, I saw a king wandering around looking a bit lost. Ahh, Winnie my partner today that leg, you might you someone up today.  I saw a boxer asking about you.  And Azzie my beautiful bestie. I bestow to you a gift,” Owin hands her the gift and she looks at him in shock and annoyance. “He said they were different.”

Aster opens the paper and looks at the date a bit confused, until she opens up the card.

Starlight, this was the first time you let down your walls. The night that Ellie caught us together and you tried to push me away. The start of the three of us becoming a family. I love you Aster Sapphire and I’ll be waiting for you, love forever, your Moonbeam.

“I hate him,” she cries looking at Owin. “I don’t at all but I do. He’s so fuc…” Ellie narrows her eyes at her mom. “He’s so sweet.”

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Aster takes a deep breath when Otto and Ellie start to walk down the aisle. The two of them giggling at the group ahead. Otto even looking over to Carter and Z and giving them a wave. “Daddy, I can’t do this.”

“You’re doing this. I can’t support you anymore.”

“Oh hush.”

“I can’t. I’m excited to give you to someone else. You’ll be his problem instead of mine,” he looks over at his daughter, but her eyes are only in the front hoping to get a glimpse of her future husband. “Azzie?” she finally turns to look at Ransom. “It’s time baby. Take a deep breath. And keep on breathing.”

Standing at the end of the aisle, she watches Beck take a haggard breath, and struggling to breathe. His shoulders trembling with how hard he tries not to cry, but he can’t stop. His fingers go to swiping at his eyes the closer she gets, because he can’t believe that’s his wife walking down the aisle. Looking like a dream and straight out of a magazine. Ethereal, sexy, perfect, and beautiful all wrapped up.

After Ransom goes to give her away he walks over to you, and nearly folds in on your body. With a pat on his arm, you let him know how good he’s doing.

The ceremony was cute and lighthearted. Until the vows. Aster takes one look at Beck to know that this is going to be a tear jerker, and she’s not ready.

“Aster,” she shakes her head no. “Don’t start that,” everyone in the audience gives a little chuckle. “I know this is killing you because you have no control over what I’m going to say. I could keep this real simple and just say I love you, and I could give this big long speech of what I vow to do, but honestly it’s not enough. I fell for you without knowing you. I met this cute little girl coloring her pumpkins blue, and between her and your dad, they talked about this wonderful woman called Aster Drysdale. That little Ellie grabbed my heart, and she still hasn’t let go. Our first meeting, I got to see the woman that they had been talking about, and even though I was falling from words alone, they didn’t do you justice. You’re a pain in my ass, Ellie, Owie has my dollar for that. You’re so stubborn, and such a perfectionist that you know when something in the house has been moved. But that’s just what people get to see. What I see is this woman who guards her feelings because she wants to be taken seriously. A woman who has me and Ellie on a tight schedule, but we have all this time together in the evening, because all our tasks are completed. A woman that puts me and Ellie above herself, so we have to make sure you have time for you. I don’t deserve to be in yours in Ellie’s life, but, Pumpkin you stop that crying,” Beck looks down at Ellie who stands right beside her mom.

“Do I have to move back with Icy?”

“No Eliana, because I’m not just marrying your mom.”

“Moonbeam you stop.”

“I knew when I was ready to stop doing missions I found my girls. I have never hated being in space more in my life. Never wanted a mission to be over. And it was your faults,” Ellie gives a giggle up to Beck. “I love you both so much, and you’re making me the happiest man,” Beck stops when he hears obnoxious crying. “Owie Bowie is crying like a baby.”

“I am.”

“I don’t even care that I have to marry that idiot either.”

“You do, we go together,” Owin cries even more.

“Shh, Beck is telling me how wonderful I am,” Aster whispers looking around Beck.

“You are my beautiful Starlight. The wonderful thing in all the Galaxy and I’ve been to the moon.”

Aster stares up at him, trying to calm herself to get the words out. She looks down at Ellie who just smiles up at her mom, “Chris, no, I’m still calling you Beck. I don’t know how the stars aligned to bring you here to me, Joshie you and Creed stop.”

“I’m sorry Az,” Creed chuckles knocking his friend’s shoulder. “You would say written in the stars for the moon man.”

“Yes. Now hush,” Aster takes a deep breath but is so thankful for the random giggling. “I’m not good at this shit, Ellie, Owie has a dollar from me too. I’m not, you’re not marrying me because I’m mushy though. But I don’t know how we happened. I mean I do, but we’re not talking about that,” you elbow Ransom when a deep growl emits from his throat.

“I didn’t believe in fairy tales. Not the happily ever after or the meeting the man I’m going to marry when I’m a kid. There’s two back there that did. But me? I thought I wanted it, I wasn’t ready then. Because it wasn’t you. I have no doubt that you were made for me, Beck. We work perfectly because you calm my ass down.”

“Sheesh, mommy with the potty mouth. Owie that’s three dollars.”

Beck reaches over and dabs at her tears. “I didn’t realize how happy love would make me, until Ellie, and then you came along and here I am again smiling. I have fun. I’m not a rigid bitch.”

“Aster! I’m going broke here.”

“I’m sorry. You know I have Ransom’s mouth.”

“Hey!” everyone turns and looks at Ran. “Fine. She’s carved out of my ass. Owie you covering me, too?”

“If Mrs. D saves a dance for me.”

“Beck, this is our life. Distractions, chaos, but at the root of it; people that love me so much, and when they fell for you too, I knew. They love you so much, and they don’t like anybody. You’re it. You’re my moon.”

“And you’re my world.”

“And you two are cheesy. Kiss already, I need a beer. Joshie needs some whiskey,” Creed clears his throat. “The big guy needs a vodka. Go on. Power invested in me. Do it!”

“I’ll be cheesy with you any day. And take the boys any day. But let’s kiss and you become my wife.”

“Not yet,” the officiant says pushing them apart. “By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride,” with a big smile Beck pulls her in to kiss Aster. Holding onto her tightly he dips her. Ransom watches, but starts clearing his throat.

“Thatta boy Beck!! Get cha girl and get her outta my hair!”

“You’re doing a good job of pissing of your dad. Maybe we should talk about this,” Joshua adds with a smirk.

“Aster Sapphire that’s enough!” Ransom grouses.

“Do not full name me, daddy. But next time make sure to add the Beck.”

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[reidgraygubler]

5 Times Aaron Hotchner Cares For You +1 Time You Care For Him

Title: 5 Times Hotchner Cares For You +1 Time You Care For Him

Request: kinda, not really

Couple: Aaron Hotchner/Reader

Category: Angst w/ the littlest bit of fluff

Content Warning: swearing (if any), several instances of injuries, assault, car accident, being sick (nothing serious, just a bad cold), gun violence (but no one actually getting shot), talks of near death experiences, canon consistent injuries (hotch's injuries from foyet), season 9 ep 5 spoilers/mentions, vague mentions of something bad happening to kids

Word Count: 5,601

Summary: the five times aaron hotchner takes care of you when you’re injured, plus the one time you take care of him when he’s injured.

A/N: this was writing for pom’s discord server fic swap! I was paired with the wonderful @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff! I took a few of his favorite tropes and prompts he likes and came up with this! The first two instances there’s no relationship, but by the end it’s sort of an implied relationship. Also, I binged dharma and greg while writing this… So Hotch definitely has more of a domestic vibe in a few of the instances. thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!

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One

It was a regular day. You stayed behind to help Aaron and Jennifer work over some cases. The extra pair of eyes would be nice, and maybe they’d be able to get home sooner rather than later. You knew it’d be a late-night no matter what. So you decided to work through your files quickly.

Although, you wished you’d slow it down a bit. You wished you slowed down after you moved a paper just the right way across your finger. A hiss came from your lips as you dropped the paper and file to the table.

“You alright?” Jennifer looked over at you as you stood up. Looking down at your fingers, liquid red came seeping from your finger. Your nose wrinkled as you looked at the injury. It took you a minute to realize what happened as you started at the minor injury across your finger.

“Papercut,” you winced as you looked between Jennifer and the cut on your finger. You brought your finger to your lips, sucking on the wound like a child would have done.

“I have bandaids in my office,” Aaron spoke, looking up from his file and right at you. You looked over at him, your finger still in your mouth. You felt a little weird staring at your boss and superior with your finger in your mouth. “Here, I’ll go get you one,” he looked up at you as he stood. You stared at him, watching him leave the conference room.

“I should go with him, right?” You asked, looking back at JJ. She looked up from her file and right at you.

“He offered you bandaids quicker than I could,” JJ laughed as she lowered her file to the table. You raised an eyebrow at her. “I’d go with him,” a smile grew on JJ’s lips as she looked back at her file.

“Right, I should,” you mumbled as you rushed to your feet. JJ grinned, watching as you rushed out of the room. You were quick as you rushed down the platform, going right to Aaron’s office.

“Unfortunately, I only have Batman bandaids. Is that alright?” Aaron looked up at you, holding a bandaid with Batman and Robin on it. You looked at him, feeling a small smile grow on your lips before nodding.

“Batman will work just fine,” you laughed as you met Aaron in the middle of his office.

“I don’t have anything to clean it with either. So you’ll just have to go to the bathroom. Next time I’ll be better prepared.” Aaron laughed as you took the band-aid from him and looked down at it. “Jack’s the one who picked the theme of the band-aids… Insisted that superheroes help heal all owies.” Aaron laughed again as he watched you examine the theme.

“Oh, no, really. Batman is perfectly fine," You spoke as you peeled the band-aid open and put it over your cut. “And, who said there would be a next time…?”

Two

You sat at the table, sweat pouring off you, while you somehow shivered like a leaf in the wind. You were simultaneously hot and cold, and you couldn’t stop your nose from running like a character in a Tom Hanks movie. You didn’t even realize Aaron was talking to you, everything he said to you went in one ear and out the other.

“Are you even listening to me?” Aaron stopped talking about the case and looked right at you. You looked up from the table and at him.

“Yeah, yeah you said something about…” Your words trailed off, just like any other thought you had at that moment.

“That’s not even close to what I said,” Aaron spoke as he stared at you. He placed the file he was holding on the table and stepped up to you. “Are you feeling fine?”

“I feel great, Aaron. Really. Let’s just get back to work so we can go home,” you rambled as you tried to hold down a cough. Aaron looked down at you as he placed the back of his hand on your forehead. To anyone on the outside, our relationship was strictly professional. But behind closed doors, you both had a pretty simple and normal relationship. It would have seemed weird only to the people in a work environment. But you were used to it and love that side of him.

“Nope, you’re going to the hotel. You’re burning up.” Aaron folded his arms over his chest as he stared at you.

“But I feel fine.” “You’re burning up.”

“But-”

“You’re going back to the hotel,” he spoke sternly, "Don’t even think about calling Garcia to spy on the case. Go back to the hotel, and get some rest.” Aaron looked down at you. You stared up at him, trying to hold back the sneeze or hold down the cough that was making you suffocate.

“I feel… I feel…” Unfortunately, you were cut off by a sneeze, then a cough, and then another sneeze, “Fine!” You tried not to shout, but at that point, you had never felt so… defeated. So you finally let your shoulders fall as you looked up at Aaron. “I’ll go back to the hotel,” you grumbled before grabbing your things.

“Call me if you need anything, please.” Aaron stared at you as you struggled to put your jacket on. He was quiet as he walked over to help you, grabbing a sleeve to your jacket and slipping it on you. You looked up at him with dewy eyes.

“Be safe out there, please,” you quietly pleaded. Aaron pressed his lips to your forehead, which he would regret because of how sweaty you were. You were happy it was just you and Aaron in the precinct, as all the other members of the team were at separate locations.

“Let me know when you get to the hotel.” Aaron walked beside you out to the parking lot. You looked up at him and nodded. “Get all the rest in the world, and drink plenty of fluids.” He looked down at you as he pulled the door open for you.

“Okay, Doctor Reid,” you scoffed and glared at him as you slipped into the car. Aaron returned the glare before pushing the door to the car shut.

The drive to the hotel was quiet, and thankfully pretty quick. You weren’t sure if you were happy to sit this case out. Sure it was nice to have a break from the stress. But you did enjoy being with the team and actually working.

When you finally got to the hotel, you were quick to change from your business-work attire and into your pajamas. You clicked the TV on and laid in bed. You weren’t sure when you drifted off, but you awoke to the door of your room clicking shut, and in a puddle of your own sweat.

“It’s just me,” Aaron spoke into the darkroom. You reached over and blindly turned the lamp on. Aaron was standing at the foot of the bed holding two paper bags in hand. “Sorry to wake you,” he whispered as he cringed. You assumed you looked like a mess as you sat up. You felt like one at least.

“It’s fine. It wasn’t restful anyway,” you sighed as you rubbed your face. It was an obvious lie too. You hadn’t slept that hard since before you started at the BAU. Aaron knew for a fact that you were sleeping pretty hard. The line of drool coming from your mouth, the exhausted look in your eyes, and the indentations in your skin from where the blankets were indicated just how hard you were sleeping.

“How are you feeling?” Aaron asked as he placed the bags on the table. You watched as he pulled out a bottle of orange juice, a box of popsicles, and a bowl of soup.

“Like I ran headfirst into a brick wall then hit by a semi-truck.” You spoke truthfully. Aaron raised an eyebrow as he walked over to you with the soup in one hand and the orange juice in another. “It’s probably a good thing I didn’t stay at the station with you.”

“Well there was a reason why I sent you back here,” Aaron laughed as he placed the two items on the nightstand beside you. “I also got you NyQuil and Ibuprofen. And, I can get you ice from the machine down the hall,” he continued as he sat beside you on the bed.

“You’re the best,” you whispered as you picked up the soup. “How’s the case going?”

“It’s going. There’s been another victim,” Aaron honestly answered. You frowned as you looked away from the soup and up at him.

“I wish there was something I could do to help.” And it was true. But there was a little bit of a lie in your words. You’d much rather stay in the hotel room wrapped up in blankets watching movies on your phone.

“You’re helping by staying here and getting rest. We don’t want Reid overreacting to you being with the rest of us,” Aaron laughed as he looked at you. You laughed and nodded.

“You’re right, you’re right,” you sighed and sat back in the bed, “You should get rest too. You’ll have an early morning….”

“Now… I’m the one who’s taking care of you,” Aaron scolded. You stared at him before blinking slowly. “I’m at least going to shower first. You better be asleep by the time I get out.”

“Can do, Sir… But only if you give me that bottle of NyQuil first.”

Three

“Get down!” You shouted as you looked at the victim. The little girl looked over at you with terror in her eyes. You looked at the little girl, then up at the unsub. “Let the girl go, and maybe we can talk about a deal,” You spoke softly as you lowered your gun. Your partner in crime and in life, Aaron, appeared by your side, his weapon still in hand.

“Get out of here,” the unsub muttered as he shoved the little girl towards you and Aaron. The little girl went right to Aaron’s arms, causing you to look over at him.

“Take her, I got this,” You whispered as you nodded to the girl. Aaron wanted to argue, but he knew it was useless. Aaron glanced at you one last time before lifting the girl up and leaving.

“Look, I’m putting my weapon away,” You looked back at the unsub as you holstered your gun. The unsub looked at you for a moment before tricking you. The way the unsub moved made you think he was going one way, when in reality he went the other.

Before you knew it, the unsub threw a fist at your face before shoving you up against the wall. If you weren’t sitting on the ground, you would have chased after him. But you were too busy recollecting yourself to bother. It was a shock and everything happened so quickly. So it was a relief when you heard Aaron’s booming voice renter the room.

“Stay down!” Aaron yelled as he looked down at the unsub. You sat against the wall, your hand over your eye where the unsub punched you. Aaron was quick as he put cuffs on the already down unsub. The way Aaron glanced over at you worried you a little bit. You could tell there was a tiny bit of worry in his eye. You two would have to wait till other members of the team showed up before anything would happen.

“I’m fine, Aaron,” you mumbled as you stumbled to your feet. Aaron glanced down at the unsub before going to you to help you to your feet. “I said I was fine,” you whisper once you were standing behind him.

“You go outside, and get yourself some help. I’ll be right behind you with him,” Aaron’s grip on your arm was tight as you stood. You glanced at Aaron with a raised brow.

“I’m fine, Aaron,”

“Just listen to me,” Aaron insisted as he guided you towards the door. You looked at Aaron and the unsub one last time before going outside.

The rest of the team was by your side, bringing you to an ambulance.

“Where’s Hotch,” Emily asked as one of the EMTs helped you. You graciously took the ice pack from the EMT and held it to your face.

“He said he’d be right behind me. Is the little girl okay?” You asked as you worried more about the little girl, rather than yourself. Emily gestured over to where the little girl was reunited with her family. A wave of relief washed over you once you saw the family back together.

Aaron was quick to your side when he was outside. You didn’t want to question why he took so long inside with the unsub. You were just happy he was back beside you.

“Bastard packed quite the punch,” you nervously chuckled as you looked to the ground. Aaron leaned against the ambulance rig before looking over at you.

“Next time I’m staying with the unsub,” Aaron muttered as he rested a hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him as you dropped your hand and ice pack from your face.

“You know, Aaron,” you started but let your words trail off with a chuckle.

“Are you going to finish that thought?” Aaron asked as he raised an eyebrow at you. You laughed again and shook your head.

“It’s no big deal that I got punched by an unsub. It wasn’t the first, and it most certainly won’t be the last time it’s happened,” You spoke softly as you tried to reassure your partner. Aaron breathed out a laugh and nodded.

Four

The unsub was cornered. Stuck between you, Aaron, and a brick wall with no way over it. You and the team had profiled everything about this guy perfectly. Or so you and Aaron had thought. You hoped there was an easy way for this to end. But you ended up being wrong when he raised his weapon in your direction. Aaron was doing everything he could to talk the unsub of the edge, to get him to lower his weapon. But it all ended up being for nothing.

For a brief moment, you weren’t entirely sure what had happened. All you knew was there was a loud bang, followed by a second bang, followed by you fell back to the ground. The wind was knocked right from your lungs, and breathing seemed to be a chore instead of a freewill thing. A sudden pain was in your chest, and sitting up was the furthest thing from your mind.

“Are you alright?” Aaron looked down at you with wide eyes.

“Am I dead?” You asked once you were able to take a deep breath. It was still a struggle for you. Aaron offered you a hand to help you sit up. You looked up at him before looking down at the bulletproof, kevlar vest. A bullet was lodged in the vest, saving your life.

“No, you aren’t.” Aaron helped you take the vest off. You sat back against the wall, the pain in your chest only growing.

“Are you sure?” You asked again, looking at Aaron with a small, but nervous, smile. Aaron returned the look with a raised brow, silently telling you now was no time for joking.

“You’ll have a bruise on your chest, but you should be fine. I would still get it checked out, just in case.” He added before helping you to your feet.

“Is he dead?” You looked down at the ground, your eyes instantly going to the cold body of your unsub. Aaron looked over at you with a crease in his brow and a solemn look in his eye.

“I couldn’t take any chances that he’d try to kill you. He’d already shot at you once.” Aaron explained once you had realized he’d killed the unsub. You understood why he did it, though. And frankly, you’d do the same if your places were swapped, you thought.

“Are the rest of the team and the police on their way?” You asked, already assuming the answer.

“Called them when you were down. Should be here at any minute.”

Five

“Are you alright?” Aaron asked as he looked over at you. The expression that he wore on his face was… exhausted and sad. You were sure you had the same expression, more on the sadder side. This last case was… a rough one to say the least. You tried not to think about the details of it, but all you could think about was Jack, and your nieces and nephews, and their safety. But it was hard when that was the only thing that occupied your mind on the ride home.

“No,” You muttered as you looked over at him. It was hard for you to hide the tears in your eyes. “I just wish there was more we could do,” You sighed deeply before bringing a hand to your face.

“We did everything we could do. You know that,” Aaron whispered as he looked over at you. You glanced at him, noting that he was still looking at you. “It’s always hard to know how things like this play out.” He added as he reached out to hold your hand. The grip he had on your hand was firm, tight enough to let you know he was there.

“No, no I know… It just… Sucks… I couldn’t even imagine being in the position as those parents.” You shivered with your words. Aaron glanced at you. You wiped your cheeks and shook your head. “Sometimes I wonder why I’m still even in this occupation. You ever wonder that?” You asked as you looked up at him. Aaron’s jaw steeled as he kept his eyes on the road. “Because, like… To me… I don’t know… With all the shit we see… Sometimes I’d rather just stay home with Jack,” You concluded with another sigh. That time Aaron looked over at you with a certain sadness in his eyes.

“I understand.” Aaron nodded. You weren’t sure about his tone. Though there was some honesty, at the same time you picked some uncertainty. You knew how long he’d been in the BAU, and you knew it’d be an even longer time before he left. He’s seen some shit. And, well, been through a lot of it as well. He’d fallen victim to a number of unsubs and lost more than one thing.

“You’re bad at this.” You stared at him as you pressed your head into the headrest. Aaron had a sad smile grow across his lips before glancing at you.

“I’m just a sounding board.”

“But… But you’re also my boss… And my partner… You should be more than a sounding board, Aaron.” You pointed out as you sat up a bit. “I might take some time off. This case really… It’s really affecting me in a bad way.”

“I’m sure Jack would love that. And Jessica,” Aaron laughed sadly as he glanced at you. “I’m always here for you. You know that. And if you feel like you have to take some time off, then I’ll be by your side then too.” He glanced over at you. You swallowed roughly before nodding.

“I’ll have to tell my boss when we get back to the office,” you laughed lightly. Aaron returned the laughter and shook his head.

“Don’t worry. He already knows.”

Plus One

When Aaron had gotten home from the hospital, you made it a point to take as much time as needed off so you could help him. Part of you thought everyone just assumed you were the one to go to Aaron’s apartment to help him. Of course, it was a fair assumption.

It was a rough scene when you arrived at Aaron’s apartment. It was a mess, but you partly expected that. It was more of a cluttered mess, with Jack’s toys and Aaron’s files strewn around the place. Maybe you’d help the pair out by cleaning up a little bit for them, too.

Jack was with his Aunt Jessica for the time being. He didn’t need to be exposed to the injuries and pain his father was going through. It wasn’t fair to the young boy. Jack had already gone through so much… What, with losing his mother, and nearly losing his father?

You quietly brought your go bag and backpack up the stairs and towards Aaron’s room. This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve spent the night at his house, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Although this time was different.

“What are you doing here?” Aaron asked as you entered his bedroom. You looked down at him with confusion and mild anger on your face.

“You… You had no one to take care of you,” You whispered as you looked at him. Aaron’s features softened slightly, but you could still see his own confusion and annoyance on his face. “What? With Jessica taking care of Jack, and the team off doing… team-y things… I figured I’d help,” you shrugged as you dropped your bags to the foot of Aaron’s bed.

“I don’t need anyone taking care of me. I can do it myself,” Aaron stubbornly refused your offer. Although it wasn’t an offer. You were determined to help him whether he wanted it or not.

“Don’t be silly, Aaron,” You crossed your arms over your chest as you stared at Aaron, “I’ll take care of you." You looked down at Aaron as he readjusted his position. You grimaced as Aaron winced from pain. You were quick to his side, trying to help. But it was clear Aaron didn’t want it. You’d be lying if you said his refusal hurt your heart.

“It’s rotten work,” Aaron said once he was finally in a comfortable position. You looked down at him, feeling your face fall slightly from a sudden sadness.

“Not to me… Not if it’s you,” You whispered softly before taking Aaron’s hand into yours. Aaron looked up at you, a certain pain in his eyes. You didn’t question it as you looked at him. “Please, Aaron… Let me help you… The team doesn’t need me right now. But you do,” You kept your voice low as you worried it’d crack.

Aaron looked back up at you, watching as tears fell from your eyes.

“I won’t be easy on you,” Aaron looked at you as he spoke. You smiled softly before nodding.

“That’s okay. I’ll help you. That’s why I’m here,” You nodded before you brought his hand to your lips. Your lips rested right on the back of Aaron’s hand as you stared at him. “Think of it as payback for all those times you’ve helped me. It’s only fair.”

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Of course, you went into this thinking it’d be easy. You thought that Aaron would help you help him. The first day was easy. But the following days were rougher. You weren’t expecting Aaron to argue with you. It was a fight to try and convince him he needed help.

Like today, Aaron had to go to the bathroom. And when you went to help him, he fought. You loved him, that was why you were helping him. But he was beginning to test your limits.

“Please stop fighting me on this, Aaron. I know you know what’s best for you, and you know yourself better than I know you… But you have to take your medicine and get rest,” your voice wavered as you looked down at the man. Aaron looked up at you, a scowl on his face and a stone-cold glare in his eyes.

“I don’t need or want your help,” Aaron hissed as he pulled his arm from you. You stared at him, watching him wince as he adjusted the blanket over his legs.

“If that was the case then you would’ve pissed the bed,” you scoffed as you stared at him as you folded your arms across your chest. Aaron looked up at you, the hardness on his face softening a little bit. “I’ll be in the living room if you need me. But you made it very clear that you don’t.” You returned the glare before leaving his bedroom.

You quietly left the room, resigning to the living room where you had bedding set up on the couch. All of the belongings you had brought over were strewn across the coffee table. Various case files sat open, highlighters and pens sitting on them. They were files you were helping Aaron with so he wouldn’t fall behind workwise.

With a deep sigh, you sat on the couch, pulling a blanket around your body before you picked up a file. You worked in silence, but you were on high alert waiting for a call of help. But Aaron was stubborn, you knew there’d be no call.

You wished you could just help Aaron without the fight. It was exhausting for both you and Aaron. The days the team had off, a few of them would visit and help out with what they could. But Aaron still refused anyone’s help. You could tell that it was even frustrating for the team. And they could tell it was frustrating for you when you faked a smile as you exited Aaron’s room. You had nothing better to do than refuse their help when they offered.

You couldn’t help but let out deep, frustrated sighs as you continued to read over files. Some things didn’t make much sense, so when you needed help in that area, you would give a call to Emily or Penelope for the help. Thankfully they were able to quickly lend a hand.

Time was quick as it ticked by. You weren’t even sure what time you had started, but you knew it was late. Sleep would never find its way to you though. No you were too busy staying away, waiting for Aaron’s calls of help.

“You’re still working?” Aaron asked from behind you. That was when you finally looked up at the clock and saw that it was 3:30 in the morning. It was probably a good thing that Aaron came out at the time he did. You needed a long break, and some sleep.

You looked away from the file and over at Aaron. He stood a few feet away from the couch, his robe hanging off his frame as he stood. That reminded you that you really needed to change out of your day clothes and into your pajamas.

“Well when you’re the one who constantly works and you’re out sick… I’m the next best person since I know everything you do. So I figured…” You shrugged looking back down at the file on your lap and highlighter in hand. “And you wouldn’t let me help you.”

“That’s how you’re helping?” Aaron asked as he stepped around the couch to sit beside you. You looked up at him, watching him press a hand over his injuries.

“How else am I supposed to help?” you scoffed, looking over at Aaron again, “I mean, you know what’s best for you, Aaron. I’m just trying to help and follow what the doctors told you to do. You’re just too…” You let your words trail off, not finishing your thought. It wasn’t mean, you thought. But you didn’t want to take that chance.

“I…” Aaron started but failed when you cut him off.

“You almost died… Twice… All I want to do is help you. That’s all anyone wants to do, is help you.” Your voice broke off at the end. You had given up the fight. There was nothing left in you to keep going. So, you looked away from Aaron and tried to ignore the tears rolling down your cheeks.

Aaron silently reached out to hold your hand. You looked at him, your eyes wide as you stared.

“I’ve just never had help with…” Aaron’s words trailed off. You blinked slowly as you turned to face him more. You watched as he struggled to stand, and you could tell that he was trying to hide the real pain he was actually in.

“Come on.” He gently pulled your hand as he stood. You looked at him, your eyes wide and dewy. “The way you can help me is to lie in bed with me. You can keep working, or you can just lie beside me. That’s how you can help.”

“Aaron...”

“I don’t care what you have to say. You’re coming with me.” Aaron looked down at you with a furrowed brow. There was a certain softness to his features.

“Fine,” You whispered as you begrudgingly stood to your feet. Aaron looked over at you before taking the lead back into the bedroom. You were both quiet as you slipped into the bed.

“Will you rest now?” You looked over at him as he laid beside you. You were too focused on being annoyed and wanting to help him that you didn’t even realize he had fallen asleep. You didn’t know when, but he had also had an arm thrown over your body. Usually the roles were reversed. And you realized just how much you actually loved Aaron, even though he’s stubborn and hard-headed.

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[sery-chan-13]

Childish

Niragi Suguru

So, a recent comment left by someone made me realize that there isn't many stories where the reader has a little space. I mean, I've noticed it as a person with one, so... yeah!

A quick explination for those of you that don't know what a little space is: A little space is when a person age regresses due to trauma. This could be situations from abuse to having to be an adult when you were a child. People use it to cope with all sort of trauma however(yes, being in a car crash, near death experiences etc. Etc.) When they age regress it can be to any age as well. Although a lot of people age regress to smaller ages (personally, my friend's little spaces (gave me permission to share) are of the ages of 4,5,7, and 3. I, of course, did research on how others experience it, but am mostly going off of how I personally experience my little space!

Warnings: blood, weapons, swearing, harassment(none done by Niragi towards the reader), soft Niragi things because I can't write his character canonly for the life of me-

Side note: there's a whole headcanon thing from I think @aceofspadegrass ? here on tumblr where there's pancakes on Fridays only and everyone goes nuts over it? Yeah, that inspired a section of this-

Niragi didn't know why he felt protective over you. You were just another girl at the beach. But he was protective over you since the first day he met you. It was a quick attachment on your side as well, feeling safe and protected around him. Although, you knew of his interest in you, you didn't want to bring attention to yourself. You already did by accidentally regressing in places around the beach. Or maybe being a bit to childish for your age. It wasn't your fault. You couldn't help it. And Niragi understood. That's why you were with him most of the time. He didn't mind your clingy or childish nature. No, he told you he thought you we cute for needing him so much. And you liked it when he called you cute. You felt safe.

You sat in the small field behind the beach, picking up dandelions and weaving them together into a crown. You kept humming quietly to yourself as you did. "What are you doing there princess?" You heard someone ask from behind you. It was Niragi. You knew his voice, you knew him. And you would never ever mistake his voice for someone else's. It was impossible. You smiled widely, showing him the bright yellow flower crown. He nodded, crouching down besides you. "Don't you have games tonight?" You questioned him, placing the flowers on his head. He looked at you, and up at the crown now placed on his head. He went to grab it off, but you grabbed his hand, interlocking your fingers with his. You pouted at the fact he was going to take it off, and he kissed your hand, muttering an apology of sorts into your hand. "Yeah. And so do you," he whispered. Neither of you wanted to be separated for the games, but you also didn't want to be in a game where there could only be one survivor. Of course, you didn't get to decide when you two would oand wouldn't play together, but it was so hard to not want to leave his side, but also not want to be the one left alive after a game. He had told you before that if it was a game where there could only be a sole survivor, you would be leaving. And that scared you. You couldn't think of life without Niragi caring for you, or giving you sweet words. After he met you, he started hating the fact he knew what others felt when they were waiting for their partners to get back. Now, you two had never really established what you two were, but you were really hoping he felt the same, because confessing was already stressful enough for you. You didn't want him to leave you alone.

"Niragi-"

"(Y/N)-"

You both spoke at the same time, making you laugh. "I'm going first. Because...yeah. You're mine, right?" He asked, looking at you. His dark eyes met your own, and you looked down. "W-whadya mean by that...?" You questioned, still looking away. He tilted your head to the side making you look at him. "You're mine, right? Mine means mine," he repeated. You understood what he was saying. "I'm yours, pinkie promise!"

You whimpered, clutching onto his shirt in pain. "Owie...  hurts," you whined. "I know sweetheart, I know," he whispered into your ear, glaring at all the people who looked at you weird as he carried you up to his room. More like your shared room, because you slept in there more than in your actual room.

You had gotten hurt during the game. This time, Niragi was there to help you. Some asshole had tried to use you as a shield, and you ended up getting hurt. Niragi quickly got rid of them, making sure to protect you.

He sat you on the bed, and watched you to make sure you didn't get hurt. " 'Shiya can help, can't he?'' You said, hissing in pain when you tried to move your leg. "No. That bastard isn't putting his hands on you. You're my princess," he stated. "Yours, I pinkie promised!" You reminded. You kicked your leg on reflex, and almost screamed in pain. "It hurts... pwease get 'im?" You begged, giving him the puppy dog eyes. He scowled, and then reluctantly nodded. "I would much rather you go to Ann though," he said, kissing your forehead. "But she has dead bodies down there... 's scary," you explained. "Yeah yeah.... I know sweetheart. Still... can you try and be brave?" He asked. You thought for a second, before nodding. "I can be brave!" You shouted. "But only for you," you mumbled.

It was your favorite day if the week. Not only was it Friday, and you got pancakes for breakfast, but it was also suply run day. At leat you got pancakes this week. Last week you gave them to Aguni because he helped you with one of your plants that was dying. Niragi was very confused on why you were crying over a plant, until Aguni gave him the look. You know, the dad look? The scary one when a boy goes home to pick up the daughter, and the dad is just giving the the look? Yeah, that's all it took for Niragi to leave it. And the week before you gave them to Last Boss because he got Niragi during one of your panic attacks. So that was no pancakes for two weeks. You were hoping nobody would guilt trip you or threaten you about you giving them your pancakes. It had happened before, and it would definitely happen again.

Niragi usually took you with him, unless they were going to a place he thought you would be in danger. Along with spending the day with Niragi, not having to wear a skimpy bathing suit, and eating pancakes, Niragi let you take some things back. Most of the times you picked out a stuffie, or a fluffy blanket. He also made sure you had suckers or jolly ranchers. Kuina had even once joked that his room was like a little nest for you.

"What do you mean a nest Kuina?" You questioned tilting your head to the side. "Hmm... have you ever read... no, I probably shouldn't tell you about that... like a bird's nest. The pair build a nest out of things they like so they feel safe and at home. And in the other thing I was going to mention... the... usually it's a girl, so I'm going to go with that. The female builds a nest out of clothes and things that smell like... her partner for neutrality's sake," she explained. You thought about it, and nodded slowly. ''I guess you could say that. I like the things that smell like him. Make me feel safe 'n warm," you giggled.

"Am I going with you today?" You asked him, having your fingers crossed behind your back. He nodded.

''You are st-"

"Staying right by your side or within arms reach. I know!" You interrupted, giggling at his worry. Although he wouldn't outwardly say it, you knew it was worry. "Good girl. Such a smart girl you are," he cooed. You smiled at the praise hugging him tightly. "Gi-gi..." you muttered. "Hm? What's up?" He asked. "Thank you."

You fell asleep on the way there, making Niragi be twice as much on edge. He was in the passenger seat, and you were in the back. Of course, you looked cute as always, but that's kind of what was the problem. He kept glancing back to make sure you were still there, and nothing was going on with you and the other people in the car.

"She's Niragi's girl, I wouldn't do that," he heard someone whisper in the back seat. He glared, glancing back for a second. "I don't really care... no rules, as he likes to say," he heard the other whisper back. This made him scowl in anger. You were his. And no one would dare fucking touch you. How dare this person try something while he's right in front of them. "S-suguru," you whined, still sleeping. He turned back, and glared at the person besides you. Their hand was on your inner thigh, high above where it should be. It shouldn't even be on you. "Hands off her. Now," he growled, his hand twitched trying to not reach for his gun and shoot the person. The other stared back defiantly, their hand going higher. He heard you whine his name again in your sleep. At least you were dreaming of him. But he was going to have to deal with this person. While they were next to you, he couldn't do much, as he didn't want to dirty your clothes. You had picked them out specifically for today. Specifically for him. And your beautiful face would get blood on it, he didn't want that. You looked too cute to get ruined by this person's blood all over you. "Stop the car," he told the driver. They did so, knowing that Niragi was not one to spare those who angered him. Especially when he was already pissed off. "You, out. Now. Since you think you're so good, come out here. If you're so confident, you'll be fine, no?" He asked, scowling at the man.

You stirred in your sleep, making Niragi cautious of what he did. Sure, you knew he had killed, and would continue to do so, but he never did it in front of you. If you happened to be in the room, or space, he would tell you to shut your eyes, cover your ears, and sing a little song until he came back. And you did. You were always pretty good about doing so, not wanting to trouble him with a possible panic attack. (He never minded helping you through them, and wished you would understand that.) But right now, you were asleep. And he couldn't tell you to do that.

The person got out of the car, staring at the gun. "Like that's fair," they muttered. Niragi rolled his eyes. "Life's not fair, get over it," he groaned. The person cracked their knuckles, and Niragi laughed. Like they could hurt him, he had a gun.

Boy was he wrong.

Of course, by the end, the person was no longer an issue. Dead most likely. And if not, to suffer from now until their slow, painful death. Niragi had not gone unscathed, however. The person had gotten in a few punches, making Niragi bleed.

"Fuck..." he groaned, wiping away the blood. The driver started driving again, and he heard you start to wake up.  He turned in his seat, seeing you yawn, and strech. "Mornin' " you muttered. "Good morning sweetheart," he said. You rubbed your eyes, and looked at him.

"Gi-Gi! You're bleeding! You ok? Hurt? What's wrong?" You panicked, reaching out to touch him. He pushed your hands back. He didn't want your hands dirty with that disgusting person's blood. "I'm fine, you worry about yourself for now."

You held onto his hand, swinging both his and yours arms back and forth as you two walked through the abandoned mall.

"And... that's the last thing on we needed. Which shop do you want to go to now?" He asked you. You smiled widely, tugging at his hand. "Stuffies stuffies stuffies!" You giggled. He laughed, "Alright, alright. Calm down first, and we'll see what we can find."

He was always kind to you. Maybe it was the fact that you didn't make him feel alone. The fact that he didn't want to be seen as a monster by you, even if he knew he was. He could pretend. He could pretend this was back in the normal world, and that the borderlands never happened. That he had really met you at the coffee shop he went to every morning, and not during a game where you almost died. He could pretend and lie to himself that he was a good person when he was with you. Because if you left him, or even worse, you died... he knew he would go back to being alone.

And you felt safe around him. Maybe it was the fact he saved you during the game you two met in. The fact he wasn't weirded out the first time you had regressed. You loved him. Even if you knew of all the people he's killed or the things he's done. He hadn't left you to die. He hadn't hurt you, and something told you he wouldn't. He trusted you, and you trusted him. And as long as there was the feelings of love, saftey, understanding, and trust, you'd stay. This meant you'd always be with him, because there was not a doubt in your mind those feelings would always be there.

Yay, first one done! I hope you enjoyed, and please always remember to stay hydrated, and eat because you deserve it! ♡♡♡♡

[the-melting-world]

Strength | Side B: “Chasing Dials”

Art by @ligiawrites

~ In which a secretive barhand brings in the new year…

The Trio Appearances: Kipling | Khleo | Ozy

Arcana LI appearances: Asra | Nadia | Lucio | Valdemar

Track Origins: “Chasing Dials” by Blanco White

Not sure if this is the right track? The full album can be found here: Strength

Khleo is Non-binary and uses she/they pronouns interchangeably

cw: alcohol, implications of vampirism, mentions of blood

~  2.3k words

***

Fireworks broke and rained hot glitter over the southern border of Center City and Goldgrave. A handful of bartenders were off duty and on the move.  

Khlee von Heine walked among them. She was the only one who hadn’t taken the time to change out of her work clothes. Her coworkers were loud, merry, and prone to recklessness as they stumbled from one pop-up bar crawl to the next. 

“Another year,” Gabe managed to roar over the next round of fireworks. “Can you believe we fucking did it?” He took a deep swig from the communal growler. The night was far from young and the barhands had lost track over how many times they refilled it. Gabe reluctantly handed it off to the next coworker so they could say their piece.

Khlee hung back in order to stand under a wooden arch whose sign was eclipsed in dead vines. But Khleo had committed its message to memory years ago.

Der Biergarten.

The plot of land overgrown in weeds and other invasive species was still up for sale, to Khleo’s relief. Though it was out of the way on most of her delivery routes, Khleo did her best to stop by every now and then. Just to make sure no one had bought up the property.

The barhand checked to see that her coworkers were distracted as she stepped up and snatched a flyer with the lot info off the gate. She folded it up and quickly tucked it in her pocket before the arm of a good friend looped around her neck. 

Basil leaned on Khleo as he pressed the convex surface of the growler against her sternum.

“Your turn.”

Khleo playfully shoved him off of her, but kept the growler. She took a sip. Basil and the other barhands chided her — she was supposed to make a toast.

“Fine. Fine.” Khleo held up the bottle. “To progress.”

They made a show of peering into the depths of the amber glass. “Maybe this year we’ll get lucky and actually make some, yeah?”

Someone snatched the growler out of their hand. Gwendolyn? Max? The streets were too dark to tell.

Khleo’s friends were off. They blended in with the city’s bar crawlers as they chased down the next booze cart. People wanted refills that night, not whatever Khleo was about to say next.

Later when Khleo had returned to her apartment, she traded her work clothes for something softer and more comfortable. Then she dug through the pocket of her discarded jacket and retrieved the folded up flyer.

It was a short walk from her kitchen to the bedroom. There was no bed frame or vanity, just three lumpy mattresses stacked on top of each other that she rescued from the alley when she first moved in.

The room was already small, but it felt even more congested thanks to the uneven piles of text, of which there two types — loose leaf recipes or pages ripped out of cookbooks and cheap serial novels with depictions of bejeweled dragons on the covers.

The only piece of real furniture around was an antique dresser, the drawers of which were broken and jutting out like crooked teeth.

All except one.

Khleo took a deep breath before crouching and using both hands to work the bottom drawer open. Like always, it did not come quietly, but with a little patience and a lot of swearing, Khleo managed to pull it out.

Most of the drawer’s contents belonged to her late adoptive father, Hans von Heine. However, it was an unmarked jar that Khleo reached for. She screwed it open and tucked the flyer for the piece of real estate between old flyers and newspaper clippings back when the garden used to host events. The jar had cash in it too. Whatever Khleo could spare went into the jar. Most of it came from what was left of her tips after paying rent, bills, and whoever she needed in order to keep certain people off her back and out of her business.

Khleo sealed the jar and did her best to ignore the tightness in her chest as she struggled to get the drawer to shut all the way. Once she had, she found that her breathing had become more than a little unsteady. It only got worse when she heard the fireworks going off outside.

Khleo shut their eyes and leaned their forehead against one of the crooked drawers, trying not to dwell too much on where they were this time last here. As it turned out, they were right here, drunk and crying at the foot of this very dresser.

Khleo curled up on their side. Yes, tonight their head was buzzing from the alcohol, somehow both heavy and light. Yes, the tears had found their way to the surface again. Khleo was never one to hold them in as long as they could find the space to spill them. 

Things would be different this year, Khleo told themself. They would make sure of it this time.

***

(Lucio’s POV)

Lucio hated the smell of this place. Rotting and damp. It was hard to believe that they were still in Vesuvia.

“You always have such a sour expression on your face whenever I come to feed. Why so, my Count?”

The silky, sardonic voice belonged to Lucio’s host, Quaestor Valdemar. 

“Don’t call me that,” Lucio snapped. He wanted to fold his arms and stifle some of the shivers running up his back, but he couldn’t as long as he was hooked up to Valdemar’s device.

“My apologies, Lucio,” Valdemar corrected themself coolly.

Another shiver climbed up Lucio’s neck as he bit back the urge to say, I don’t want to be called that either.

“Tell me, what plagues you?” They added with a chuckle. “Don’t you like your living arrangement?”

Ever since cutting a deal with the scientist turned demon, Lucio had been living out his days in the lowest cellar of the Lazaret. When he was first brought back from the Devil’s realm, he had been too weak to demand anything else. At the time, all he cared about was that he was alive and wouldn’t be devoured by the courtiers.

Lucio glanced at the tube looping around his forearm, its transparent pathways already inflated with his blood.

But at what cost?

Lucio grinded his teeth. It was too late to consider that now. 

This was how it always went anyway. Lucio would be presented with an opportunity — a way to improve what he could not on his own. He would leap at it, no questions asked.

Why, after all this time, after all those treacherous dealings could he not bring himself to stop and think things through?

As the last of Valdemar’s toll left his body, Lucio started to wonder what his mother might say about all of this. But he’d rather eat another shitty bargain than go down that road right now.

“Your contribution to our arrangement hasn’t been as satisfying compared to when we first began.”

“What are you trying to say?” Despite his nasty tone, Lucio was grateful for the distraction. “My blood’s not tasty enough for you?”

“It used to be,” Valdemar said. “I’ll be honest with you, Lucio, I agreed to keep you around as an energy reserve primarily for that reason. The notion of devouring you in one sitting and having to share with my dear contemporaries was not nearly as attractive as the possibility of having your flesh to dine on whenever I needed to during this indefinite campaign in your current reality.”

Lucio hissed as Valdemar unceremoniously removed the needle from his vein. He wasn’t sure how to react to what he had just heard. Thanks to Valdemar’s mask, all Lucio could read from their expression was the growing crow’s feet at the corners of their blood red eyes.

“So?”

Valdemar applied a cotton wad to the puncture wound and dug it in with their thumb.

“Ow! Hey – Owie!” Lucio yelped.

“So, my Count,” they sweetly clarified as they kept up the pressure, “I need you to find a way to restore that vitality you once possessed. Technically, you’re in peak physical health. I don’t know if you’ve looked in the mirror lately, but the evidence of your tussle with the plague has all but disappeared from your eyes. Your hair has been growing…” they took a moment to scan their critical gaze over the pale blond patches clinging to Lucio’s jaw. “You could easily blend in with the citizens.”

Lucio swallowed. “B-blend in? Why the devil would I want to blend in?”

Valdemar made a less than human sound as they peeled back their mask and bared their needle-sharp teeth at the former Count. 

“Right now you taste like a boneless, gutless, gill-infected inferior breed of mackerel. And I prefer to have rare, mercury-rich, vinegar-glazed bluefin tuna. Captivity is poisoning your blood. So I’m giving you permission to get out there in your beloved city and find a way to sweeten it.”

The Quaestor gave Lucio a not-so-gentle shove in his chair. They replaced their mask as they straightened up. The former Count’s eyes widened as he covered his hand over his arm. The last thing he wanted was to piss off Valdemar. But he didn’t know the first thing when it came to what they were asking him to do. 

“What happens if I can’t, erm… make my blood taste better? What if spending time in the city doesn’t work?”

The Quaestor sighed, their emotions back in check. They were already half occupied with cleaning their instruments and storing the sacks of Lucio’s blood in a portable cooler for later.

“Then I will have no choice but to invite my courtier companions over for a nice potluck dinner.” They glanced up. The crow’s feet were back. “And you’ll be the forgettable appetizer that no one asked for.”

Later, when Valdemar was kind enough to row Lucio across the stretch of water to the mainland, they suggested, “You should find some people who are very healthy. Outside of captivity, fish are the most robust when they’re in competition with other capable anatomies.”

Lucio hugged what was left of his royal uniform – a tattered speckled cape – around his shoulders. He grumbled, “Would you, for fuck’s sake, stop comparing me to a fish, Quaestor?”

Unperturbed, Valdemar said, “We’ve arrived.”

Lucio lowered his hood and blinked out at the morning overcast sky. His top lip curled into a distinctive snarl as he recognized where they were.

“Not here. Anywhere but here.”

Valdemar gestured to the nearest dock. “Get out, Lucio.”

The former Count wanted to blot out the images of the slumped architecture and purge his nostrils of the stale watery stench. 

“Not the Flooded District. I can’t stand this place. Can’t you see that it’s a failure that I don’t need reminding of?”

“Lucio, don’t be so foolish,” Valdemar said almost tenderly as they nudged him out of the boat. “The entire city is your failure. Much of which is hard to see. Oh, but it’s there. Now go on,” they said as if encouraging a child at the fairgrounds, “go find someone healthy. I’ll come to retrieve you in a fortnight’s time.”

Lucio couldn’t believe he was watching Valdemar row off into the mist. He tried to take a deep breath, but the air was so bad that he just ended up coughing. 

Even though Valdemar had been correct about Lucio’s appearance, looking nothing like he did in the days when he was the Count, he still found himself trying to crowd off his features with his hood any time a resident passed him by on the floating, rickety streets. But to his relief, no one seemed to know or even care about who he was or might be. 

As soon as Lucio relaxed his shoulders and began walking with more confidence, the inner walls of his stomach suddenly contracted. Then he remembered. He had just given blood. Lots of it. Usually, the Quaestor supplied him with something to eat, but this time they hadn’t.

“Damn them,” Lucio hissed. He cradled his abdomen like it was made of glass as he tried to make his way towards some kind of common plaza. He had no money, but perhaps he would be able to find a dumpster to rummage through.

He was passing by a narrow alley when he caught a glimpse of the impossible out of the corner of his eye.

A lion.

Its coat was creamy and short all over. Its size was nothing short of mythical. 

Lucio was tempted to shout at the two idiots occupying the alley with this beast on the loose, but they seemed both aware of its presence and entirely calm about it.

One of them was slumped against the wall of the grimy building. Despite their threadbare attire and weary expression, they were smiling at the other. 

“No, Khlee. Please don’t. You’ll be late for work.”

The person squatting before the first seemed to be focused on the task of sewing up what appeared to be rips in a heavy cloak. Even with their short jacket, Lucio could detect the shape of their arms. Their brown curls had enough volume to hide most of the details in their profile.

“Nah. I’m already late. This’ll only take a minute.”

There wasn’t much time to take in the rest of their features before the big cat stepped up, blocking Lucio’s view of them.

< Can I help you? >

Lucio ran. He nearly tripped over himself getting out of there so fast. But he didn’t go far. He gripped the edge of a building and poked his head out, waiting for the lioness and her human to emerge. When they finally did, Quaestor Valdemar’s words from earlier echoed in Lucio’s mind.

Go find someone healthy.

Well, the individual strolling confidently down the street with a full grown lion at their side was definitely looking like the healthy sort.

At the moment, Lucio wasn’t really thinking about what would happen to him if he failed Valdemar’s taste requirements.

Right now, his stomach was hurting. 

If the body of this lion tamer was any indication, they knew where Lucio could find himself a meal.

[isleofancients]

"so, that's Cyan, part of Morris. a friend of Umbra's, and they're from-" a hesitation, glancing at Huitzi before settling quietly with, "other place."

"and Bells is probably snuggling with another part of Morris that they like extra lots." Blue finishes, considering this. that, could nean a lot of things, they suppose.

... they think briefly of their child's husband, and that other darker nightmare, and suspect they might know what it means.

"and... other place. you mean Umbra's multiverse?"

{Kinda, yeah.} He nods then pauses, seeming to decide on something. {Morris is all the errors from that place and some of yours all melty together. Green is like sorta Q but not and he's in charge mostly. The other bits are Cyan, D'Blue, and Red, and they're like all the other errors squished into sorta people sorted by personality.}

{Green is really, really nice.} Happy smiles softly. {I can't hug him cuz I'm technically a Morris bit too and I don' want him to accidentally shlorp me back up but he's waaaaay better than the actual Q from there.}

{That's Dŵr. He's in there too but like real deep and eats souls so we dont get sick. I used to stay with him.} He 'says'. {He fed me pretty yellow fruit things until I started peopling. It hurt a lot and I was always all goo and guts and hurt noises but then Nonny came and healed me and he gave me to them an' gave me my body so I wouldn't be all corpsey grossnesss.}

{...he's not nice at all tho.} Happy whimpers, shoulders hunching in. Magnus increases the hug and Huitzi softly pats him. {He eats the errors when they get too squishy and laughs about it. He's awful and he's kinda sorta soulmates with Papa but like really bad ones. There was a lotta yelling an' fighting and owies and Papa always kept me safe everytime but once but that once was real really bad. I didn't think much after that.}

{But I know from Dŵr's head Papa got real really angry and hurt him bad back.} He smiles softly, pleased but with a sharp lilt, like the deepest depths of smug fury. {Made him run away to a cold place but then it got real hot an' Flare showed up and ripped him in half from brain to butt and put him under the sand deep under the water until he got all icky and slimy and stinky and gross. I'm not mad at him though he's still super scary but Dŵr hurt him lots and lots and took him and broke his place an' stuff so yeah.}

{Dŵr's still all gross and he's still real mean.} He frowns. {Papa gave him his new name when he found his body then he went an' got all ouchie and squishy Green from the lake and real hurt old me baby Mo and squished us all together so we would all be okay and then I was born! It didn't quite work though and Papa was super upset and got really head sick.}

{I think the soulmate stuff made him miss Io until his brain got bad.} He sighs. {But Green's better, I wish Papa hadn't had his soul bad magicked an' hurt him so he coulda been my dad instead.}

{Papa broke with all his everything when we left with nice brother Umbra.} Happy meets your eyes with a look of not quite regret. {We heard the cracks super loud and it all started to badly. But then he said thanks to brother and said he gives up and an' then everything stopped existing and we had to run away but Umbra got his legs got.}

{Flare got sent here then he came back an' got us all out and now we're here!} He smiles, still a little shaky. {Dŵr's still angry and I'm still scared but I'd hug him for it still anyway cuz now we're happy and safe and I got Nonny and Da and you guys and stuff!}

{Io makes it so none of Morris can remember him.} He adds. {If you try to tell them he makes their brains bad. So don't, Nonny gets real sad and I don't want him to eat them more.}

[daddysfangirls-anime]

You good Big brother

Warning: language, fluff, a child is hurt

Summary: a one-shot of Levi Ackerman if he had a toddler sister, and how like protective he would be of her. 

“It’s okay, stop it,” Levi said for the third time as she apologized for the fourth time. She was apologizing for having to leave (Y/n) with him but he knew it was necessary for the recent months she had fallen ill and it was getting worse by day. She made plans to go to a village to see a doctor that could possibly help her get better but the village was far away and she knew (Y/n) couldn’t take such a long trip so here she was dropping her off with Levi for the next week or so until she got back.

“ I know, I know,”  she said as she fixed the blanket on the sleeping child “... She’s going to have to get used to this place anyways. If this doctor doesn’t work out-”

“Don’t think like that. Go get better. I’ll take care of her.”

“Okay I-... bye, bye”

Levi watched as (Y/n)’s mother got on her wagon and slowly rode away looking back every few minutes before she was finally too far to actually see them. When Levi could no longer see her is when he finally went inside. The sun was barely rising as made his way back to his office he hoped to get some paperwork done and have (y/n) get another hour or so of sleep before having to wake up.

A good two hours later the sun was up and Levi could hear the buzzing of soldiers outside his door.

Levi was just about done with his paperwork when he heard movement and felt a small presence next to him.

“Good morning, “ Levi said without looking he picked her up pulling her into his lap she laid her head on his shoulder and watched him finished his last few sentences. “ How about we and go down for breakfast?” she nodded in his shoulder.

-

Ignoring the overall surprise of everyone and dodging questions the day went on as normal for Levi, training, meetings, cleaning, yelling at brats all the normal stuff. Although he did turn it down a bit due to his small female shadow slowing his pace, less cursing, and lowering his volume.

(Y/n) was a good mini-Captain giving orders and handing out punishments, although Levi thought the punishments she was handing out was light he made no comment. She was a very good Mini-Captain and everyone downright adored her. That’s why when Levi was called to a meeting and Erwin said (Y/n) wasn’t allowed he felt okay leaving her with a few of the recruits more specifically Armin and Petra. He trusted the blonde pair to keep an eye on her until his meeting was finished.

He didn’t think they’d get up to much within 30 minutes but to be on the safe side he told them to put away their gear and gave the chores to do until he got back. He thought it would be fine she was 4 and couldn’t do much. He did not account for Jean Kirstein and his bad attitude.

“That’s not how you do it” (Y/n) as she came up behind Jean. The boys were assigned to clean the dining hall while the girls were cleaning the kitchen. Jean had been cleaning the windows when (Y/n) came up behind him and told him he was doing it wrong.

“Get lost brat”

(Y/n) pouted she wasn’t upset about being called a brat when irritated or upset Levi slipped up and called her a brat as well but he always apologized what upset her was the fact he was cleaning incorrectly. Much like Levi (y/n) did not like dirty things or being dirty she’d often take three baths a day to ensure her cleanliness. Most toddlers spent their time running around getting dirty but not (y/n) she took great effort to keep clean.

“I’ll do it,” she said as she dragged a chair to one of the windows picking up her own towel to do it properly.  

“I said get lost,” Jean said snatching the towel from her

Jean” Armin softly scolded his friend

“go to the kitchen with the other women. sho, sho.”

(y/n) would have happily gone with the other women but they were in the kitchen and the wouldn’t allow her because there were too many sharp and big objects on shelves and they didn’t want her to possibly get hurt.

“You’re doing it wrong and Levi won’t like it unless it’s done right,” she said snatching the towel back and showing him how to do it properly.

“Hey, horse face,” Eren said before  Jean could say anything “ leave her alone. She’s just trying to help and fix your mistake”

“It’s just a fucking window,” Jean said flailing his arms. Flailing his arms without realizing it he hit the chair which (Y/n) was standing on knocking her off. With a startled cry (Y/n) hit the ground with a thump.

It was like the entire world had just stopped as the boys looked to (Y/n) laying on the floor. They watched as she slowly sat up and looked at her knee she gasped lightly as she watched blood slowly begin to drip down her knee. She looked a Jean with the most horrifyingly sad face ever. Her red misty torn face was enough to make him tear up.

“Owie” she whimpered “ owie, owie, owie” she continued to say as she started sobbing and hyperventilating. Armin was quick to come to her aid picking her up and gently rocking her in his arms to soothe her cries and inspect her wound.

“What happened?” Petra asked as the girls exit the kitchen all alerted to the sound of (Y/n) crying.

“Her knee,” Armin says as he shows them. They all gasp and wince.

“Here let me,” Jean said trying to wipe her wound

“NO THAT’S DIRTY” both (Y/n) and Eren cry out stopping Jean he shoots Eren a dirty look. (Y/n) begins to cry even harder than before.

“Give me, give me,” Eren says taking  (Y/n) out of Armin arms. Eren rocks (y/n) gently in his arms and whispers softly in her ear, most likely insulting Jean. “Better?” he asks when she sobbing stops she looks down.

“M-my knee hurts”

“How about we take you to the infirmary and patch you up and make it all better. How about that?” she nods and buries her head into Eren’s neck still sniffling.

“Finish cleaning do it right and make it spotless.” Eren says making a point to look directly at Jean who resisted the urge to comment “ Armin and I are going to take her to the Infirmary to get her bandaged up.”

“I should come too” Petra stepped forward after all she was supposed to be watching (Y/n) with Armin.

“No, you stay and make sure they do it right. You know how Levi likes it”

“Man, he is going to be up in our asses when he sees,” Oluo said

“You’re going to have a lot of explaining to do Kid,” Eld said shaking his head as he went back to sweeping trying to forget the pending doom of Levi.

-

The meeting had gone ten minutes over but overall it was good Levi was just eager to get back (Y/n) as much as he trusted Armin and Petra the others didn’t get that much off his trust, at least not with his sister. He was quickly making his way to the dining hall when heard a giggle that stopped him in his tracks. That was (Y/n)’s giggled that giggle should be nowhere near here he gave them enough work for an hour. Slowing down he followed the sound of her giggles to the infirmary.

With a heart attack nearing he was walked in and found (Y/n) sitting on the bed giggling as Eren tickled her toes.

“What happened?” he immediately demanded and he rushed forward picking her up and spinning her around looking her all over to find any one thing out of place. He found a bandage on her knee but no other signs of a wound.

“(Y/n) scraped her knee nothing serious,” the doctor said reassuring Levi she was okay.

“It doesn’t even hurt anymore, does it?” Eren asked her completely ignoring Levi as he went for her toes again. She shook her head smiling before bursting in a fit of laughter.

“What happened” Levi demanded as he glared at Armin 1/2 of who he left in charge of her.

“well-”

“Jean” was all Eren said and that was all Levi needed. He gently poking her forehead and promised to return. While Armin seemed a bit wary Eren didn’t mind, as he knew what was going to happen, and continued to play with (Y/n).

20 minutes later Levi returned with Jean in tow limping and with the right side of his face swollen.

“Apologize” Levi demanded, pushing him forward “ eh? I can’t hear you and neither can she.”

“(Y/n) I am sorry for causing you to fall. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt. I’m also sorry for getting angry at you for correcting me on what I was doing wrong. You were only trying to help.”

“It’s okay. “ (Y/n) smiled “You look like you need a bandage too” she poked his swollen cheek he flinched and winced.

“No. He’s fine he’s got stalls to clean.”With a salute, Jean quickly left to do as he was told. “ You two out”

Armin was very much relieved to leave and was quick in his steps. Eren was not so quick and actually pouted as he slowly left the room. He really liked (Y/n). Once everyone else gone Levi laid down next to (Y/n) in bed looking at her knee again he gave it a gentle kiss.

“Besides this, did you have fun?”

“Yes,” Levi laid on his side as she began her long ramble about her time away from him. Her three favorite people of the day were Oluo, Eren, and Armin. Armin for his amazing stories about the so-called Ocean, Oluo for being a funnier version of Levi, and Eren because he actually planed with her and he was very good at cleaning. Those two had fun cleaning together.

In this mist of her rambling, she slowed down and dozed off Levi held back a chuckled as she was in the middle of a sentence. She needed a nap anyways. Pulling a blanket up covering her he kisses her forehead and lays with her, his paperwork can wait. “Hey” (Y/n) whispered her voiced slurred sleep pulling her  “ You good big brother.....Have good friends”]

“...thanks.... you’re a good little sister. Now sleep”