#TINY!! HOLD HIM I N YUR HAND

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hhhhhhh tiny tiny fairy chommyyyy oghghhh

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Fearfull Proposal

Summary: henry plans a romantic proposal... and instead of coming clean about your secret fear of heights and ruining his romantic plan, you put on a brave face... well until your nearing the top of the london eye.

Warnings: fear, fluff, swearing, typos.

You quivered as you rose higher and higher over londons skyline.

Fuck why? Why the fuck had you got in this dangling glass death trap. A faulty few bolts and you'd be plummeting into the fucking thames!

Henry was standing by the window looking out at the glittering lights in awe.

You were standing with your back turned to the houses of Parliament hands clutching the rail eitherside of you knuckles white. Knees knocking.

God this was the stupidest thing you'd ever fucking done! And it was your own fault.

"Babe, look! God big ben looks soo small never been on this at night"

You hummed nodding but continued looking to the floor.

Henry paused when you didnt correct him with the whole 'big ben is the bell' you usually countered

He turned looking back to you and his stomach dropped.

"Babe? Whoa are you okay there love?" He asked frowning as he saw your eyes clenched shut almost as if you were in pain.

You were trembling and pale to the point he fearded youd pass out.

"Here come sit down and relax, i packed some snacks-" he said placing the specially packed bag of snacks and screw top mini wine bottles.

"No! No I'm fine... I will just stay here... By the saftey bar" you said giggling nervously sparing him a glance and patting the metal you were holding onto for dear life..

Henry faltered and really took in your apperance unsure what to do. It wasn't like he could get you off, you had to ride the ride.

"Babe? Are you scared of heights?"

"Nooo dont be sillyeee- OH MY GOD IM GONNA FUCKING DIE!" you began laughing him off then screamed as the ride stopped.

Instantly you ducked crouching whilst wrapping your arms around the silver bar shouting bloody murder.

It didn't help you were bathed in purple light so couldn't see shit.

Henry got up and rushed to you standing over you arms rounding you holding you securly.

"No, no its fine love... shh its fine baby, they said it could stop to let people on poppet remember?" He said quickly rubbing your sides as you cowered trying to fend off the temptation to look at the thames below.

"Y-yeah fuck hen- im sorry i just..." you mewled turning towards him tucking your head to his chest.

"Scared of heights huh? Why didnt you tell me?" He sighed pressing kisses to your head as you whimpered adn the ride began moving once again.

"Because you went to all this trouble, you planned this surprise and i didnt want to ruin it, you were soo excited" you sniffled blinking at him.

"Hey shh you silly girl, you should have told me. You wouldnt have ruined anything you silly sausage" he cooed winding himself around you tighter.

He was actually annoyed at himself, how the fuck had he not known his girlfriend of a year and a half was scared of heights?

He'd suspected a fear of heights when you both went on holiday for your birthday, but youd managed to convince him it was a fear of flying and planes... not heights.

And come to think of it you didnt even like the glass lifts in shopping centers, you ran to the corner and held on eyes locked onto the doors the entire time.

So this was the worst surprize he could of planned for tonight. Things weren't going to plan. Fuck.

"Babe im sorry" he apologised feeling like an asshole.

"No no dont be, this was extremly sweet bear" you said quickly not wantin to make him feel bad fpr your own short commings.

"Theres noting sweet about terrifying you"

"Do... do you want to sit down? Ill hold you the entire time" he offered peaking to the central bench where both your bags sat.

"I.. yes okay i think sitting will be better" you said then yipped as he prompty scooped you up and placed you in his lap securly.

"Im so sorry love, I just wanted to make this special and romantic" he muttered holding you as close as he could letting you know that you were safe and sound.

"It is! It is love really im just a baby" you said quickly grasping his face pulling him closer before peppering his face with kisses.

"Your not a babe we all have our fears" he said quietly pressing his forehead to yours.

"You dont" you sighed closing your eyes trying to ignore the snails pace of the pod that still rose over london.

You could barely feel it, but your fear amplified it.

"Oh but i do~" he replied peering at you, as yur eyes fluttered open.

"Like what?" The questionnescaped before you could think.

"No" he said eyes now becoming worried, anxiety clouding them.

"No?"

"Yes, at the moment thats my biggest fear" he said releasing a shakey breath as you frowned at him not following but didnt dwell as your ees darted to the side seeing the houses

"You see, i was trying to be all romantic and wait untill we got tp the top, but i think you'll be too terrified"

"Henry?" You said leaning back unsure about the serious tone he seemed to take.

"I brought us here, to the spot we met two years ago today..." he said drawing deeper breaths as the reality of what was about to happen hit him.

"Was it really?" You asked surprized he'd remember something like that. Anniversary? Definitely. But the day you first met? And asked for a selfie with a series of embarrassing squeaks? No you didnt think he'd remember.

"Yep. I remember doing a promo and shoot on this thing, then got off and was sat next to you in wagamama"

"And i squeaked for a selfie" you groaned with a small giggle.

"Im glad you did, i scanned instagram for days after- scouring my hashtag trying to find you... i kicked myself for not getting your number~"

"I still cant belive you did that... but im gld you did henry"

"Who'd have thought the nervous little thing trying not to even breath in my direction would be my girlfriend six months down the line"

"Or that we'd last this long?" You quipped at him trying to reme,ber to breath.

"And.. hopefully a lifetime? Despite me dragging you intoyour actual living nightmare- which i promise to never do again! Not even lifts"

You scowled and tilted your head to him not sure if you heard him correctly.

Untill he pulled the small velvet box from his pocket.

"Henry?! What? You cant be serious?"

"Oh but i am love, as much as i want to do this right and drop to one knee i doubt you'll thank me for releasing you?"

"Dont you dare let me go!"

"I think you'll find im trying to do the opposite~" he chuckled opening the box revealing the simple elegant ring three tiny diamonds.

"Im trying to marry you..."

You gasped eyes glazing over as you locked on to the dainty ring pinched between his fingers.

"I love you y/n, and i want to know if you'd become my wife and share your life with me. Will you marry me?"

"Oh god yes of course its a yes henry i love you bear!" You cried throwing your arms around him making him grunt and quickly clench his fist arohnd the ring before he dropped it.

He groaned into you rocking from side to side littering your head with kisses before peeling you away to sit the ring on your finger.

You looked at the glittering stones on your finger weeping. You may have been cursing yourself for getting into this godforsaken glass bauble in the sky.

But now you were he happiest woman alive.

"I love you bear"

"I love you too"

"Would you like some wine? I brough the little cute bottles you like" he offered nodding to the bag of snacks.

"Err lets not push it hun" you whined not sure wine at this altitude was a good idea.

You kept glancing at him still sniffing and giggleing unable to look from your ring for long.

"Gotcha, no wine"

"You look surprized i said yes?"you quipped needing to talk and take your mind off the fact your at the tippity top.

"I made you face one of your nightmares i thought you'd slap me silly when i ask" he scoffed pressing a kiss to your cheek unable to stop.

"Never love... but please never ever get on this thing again okay?" You pleaded fluttering your lashes at him pleading.

"I swear. Never again, but seeing as this is our one and only ride we should take a few selfies? Mark the occasion?" He said standing letting your feet hit the floor but never once did he let go.

"Absolutly, gotta show off my new fiancé" you hummed rising to share another kiss with him not really paying attention to the height you'd now reached, you had more important things to think about. Like sharing the rest of your life with this glorious man.

"My thoughts exactly" he grinned pulling out his phone aiming it at the two of you, makeing sure to have the hand that rested on his chest donning his ring in shot.

[romantic-barnes]

unintended | part four

| part four - don’t waste your time or time will waste you |

Pairings: king!bucky x reader | king!steve x twin!sister

Summary: The moment you have come of age, you are being ripped out of the place you call home and into the kingdom of Cydonia ruled by King James, your betrothed. Neither of you pleased with the situation, neither of you being honest. Between fights, snarky remarks and glaring, do you find time to breathe? Is it possible to reconcile or even love one another?

Warnings: slow burn, inaccuracies in term of royal affairs and such, 

A/N: i am so so sorry for the delay, but this is pretty long so I hope that makes it ok. this is my entry for @sillyqt​​​​ 1k writing challenge!! hope you all enjoy!

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers​

A few days, that’s all you had until you would officially be the wife of King James and the Queen of Cydonia. There was a part of you that screamed and shouted at you for not enjoying your time unwed. For letting (as they call him) Bucky take your thoughts away from more important things. 

The only thing keeping you steady is the fact that your sister would be arriving for the wedding. Her and Steve will attend the ceremony and you can finally have your family together in one place again. 

As for today, Bucky has arranged a ride through the woods, but you were sure his mother set it up. 

An entourage of guards were riding behind you and Bucky, alongside Sam and Clint. It was the same route you rode through with Clint and you were excited to see the flower field again. 

The fresh air bit at your cheeks, leaves rustling above you. Bucky was chatting happily with Sam and Clint looked at you from the corner of his eyes. You knew that he wanted to talk about the ball, about what happened. You were confused. 

The trees thinned before you and the flowers peaked through, flowers of every colour. Your chest fell and you breathed through your nose. The scent filling your senses. As soon as you rose through the tall field, sun falling from the sky, slowly, a smile spread across your face. 

Bucky came to a stop and a blanket was laid out. You sat next to Clint, reaching forward to pick some flowers and bind them together. 

Bucky sat looking at you, sun shining orange and yellow across your figure. You looked peaceful. Flowers laid out before you, eyes fixated on your hands as they connected the different flowers together in your delicate fingers. 

You smiled as you finished the flower crown, but instead of putting it atop your head, you turned to Clint placing the flowers on top of his hair. Clint laughed striking poses with the crown making you laugh. You missed it but Bucky couldn’t help but laugh. 

You and the others mounted your horses again, taking the cobbled path back to the palace. You were sure that you could never get tired of the sunsets here in Cydonia. For some reason thy are even better than at home. 

As the little house came to view a smile broke out on your face, seeing the family out on the front. You saw the girl from a few days ago sitting on the grass. You got off your horse walking towards the house. 

You greeted the family, two boys standing off to a distance shyly and with their mouths agape. You were sure that this didn’t happen often, seeing the King so casually riding by. You dismounted your horse, walking up to the little girl. Her smile was unmatched from the first time you’d seen her, the admiration warming your heart. 

“When I grow up I want to be a princess!” The little girl exclaimed with excitement. 

You smiled, but within you, you were glad that she wasn’t. 

You sunk down to your knees, turning the girl around by her shoulders. “You see that?” You pointed to the line of trees cutting the sky, orange and red painting the blue. She nodded her head. “That’s the horizon. Do you know what’s beyond it?” The little girl shook her head ‘no’ and you giggled. “It is your duty to find that out. To ride to the horizons of the world, sail the sea where the sky meets the water, to leave no part undiscovered and to learn what has not yet been learned and protect what needs protecting. To welcome everyone to follow you on your quest who wishes to, and lead them with care and love.” 

You turned the girl to face you, tears welling up in your eyes. You ushered to Clint to hand you the flower crown, holding it above her head. “I hereby announce you the princess of the horizon. May you choose your path and widen your horizon.” With that you lowered the flower crown on her head, cheers erupting around you and you bit back the tears threatening to fall. If you could not do it yourself, then you would inspire someone else to do it. 

Bucky watched with adoration. He was sure of it, the fact that you tried to give the girl what you don’t have. The freedom to run to the edge of the world with no one chasing after you. To chose your path amongst many and never slow down. Without the heaviness of the crown crushing your weight. Bucky realized that maybe, just maybe you weren’t so different from him, that your dreams sync up in a way. 

But there was the tiny problem that you felt nothing for him, you’ve made that very clear Bucky thought.

You rose from your knees, walking to your horse. A tear escaped from yur eyes, but you were quick to catch it. A look back on the family and you saw the girl swirling, a big smile on her face.

Soon. Soon you’ll have Julia to confine in. 

While you were wrapped up in preparations for the wedding, Bucky was struggling to wrap his mind around the different sides you’ve shown him. He was trying to puzzle together the pieces to get a clear picture of the woman he’d be married to by tomorrow. The one who he’ll build a family with. 

Bucky asked himself if that would be possible though. For the past days he’d had this strange feeling every time he’d seen you. The was you walk, talk or laugh with your family. The way you behaved when you’re parents were around was something he’d not seen ever since you arrived. 

He walked through the corridors, his shoes echoing through the space. Servants carrying candles and golden candle sticks for the wedding. He roamed these halls like every other day. Bucky wasn’t nervous when he became King. His father ensured that he was well prepared for the day he would take on the throne.

Bucky reached the oak wood doors of his mother’s chambers. As soon as he stepped into the room, his mother embraced him in a hug, her face bright and glowing. There aren’t a lot of times where Winnifred, the Queen mother, looked this gradient. It was said she had the same expression when Bucky was born, her wedding and Bucky’s coronation. 

“My Bucky, I’m so proud of you.” Winnifred beamed with excitement. “I’ve been waiting for this day for, oh god, way too long.” She cupped his cheeks with her gloved hands.

“I know, mother.” Bucky smiled weakly, his mothers face falling. She took his hands and guided him to the velvet sofa. 

“What’s wrong?” 

Bucky exhaled, scrambling his brain for the right words to say. “Why did you chose Y/n?”

Winnifred stared at Bucky, eyebrows furrowed together. “She’s perfect, that’s why.” 

“I don’t understand.” Bucky tilted his head, rubbing circles on the back of her hands to soothe her. 

Her face relaxed. “On my search of a suitable wife and Queen, I met a lot of princesses. A lot of them from finer families than you could imagine, ones with more wealth than the last, education from the most knowledgeable men, princesses who have been trained to perfection. I even considered her sister Julia.” 

Bucky’s lips parted. The thought of marrying your sister was odd. 

“But when I spoke to their father, I knew that Y/n was the only choice for you. Sure, they’re not the finest family, or the richest, but Y/n loves to travel just like you. The people love her because of her nature, the way she presents herself. Her knowledge expands beyond textbooks, she lives with a sort of freedom that reminded me a lot of you, dear.” His mother caressed his cheek. 

Bucky was running her words in his head again and again. If only he wasn’t such an asshole the fist time he met her, maybe she would’ve fallen in love with him. His mother had all the right reasons to chose you and his big head got in the way. 

“Mother, I made a big mistake.”

Your brain was going a mile per hour. Between trying the dress on and deciding what jewellery to chose, you barely got the chance to breathe. You were so wrapped up in your head, you didn’t even notice your mother walking through the door. With your head hanging low to look at the different necklaces, you examined every stone, getting lost in the different colours of the rainbows. 

“You look beautiful, darling.” Pepper spoke quietly behind you and you looked over your shoulder. Pepper held her hands over her chest, glossy eyed. 

You wrapped your arms around her, afraid that she might disappear. “Thank you.” You drew back, Pepper’s eyes roaming the dress until her eyes met yours again. 

“I’m so glad you’re happy. You are, aren’t you?” 

“Yes, yes I am.” You said, but you weren’t sure if it was for your reassurance or hers. 

“Good, because I brought a special guest for you.” 

You heard the door to your chambers close and as soon as you saw the figure moving towards you, you knew it was Julia. 

You let go of our mother, throwing yourself in Julia’s arms. Immediately the forset stared running and your cheeks were wet from tears. You never thought you could miss a person this much. Feeling Julia’s body pressed to yours, the scent of her flowery perfume and the satin of her dress brought a sort of comfort to you like nothing else. 

With a shaky sob you pulled apart, taking a good look at your twin. Her hair nicely pinned up, a gold crown sitting atop her head and she already looked like the Queen she would soon be. 

“Y/n, you have to idea how much I’ve missed you.” Julia spoke, with teary eyes. 

“I’ve missed you more.” 

Your mother’s cough interrupted your sweet sisterly moment and you followed her eyes to the person standing at the door. 

Steve, the King of Thaumasia, smiling brightly at the two of you, but you were suddenly afraid you had disrespected him by not addressing him first. You lowered yourself in a deep curtsy. “King Steve, I apologise.” 

“Princess Y/n, no apology needed, I know you were just as eager to see Julia as she was to see you.” He kissed the back of your hand and upon further inspection, you noticed that he was just as handsome as in the portrait, but he could not compare to Bucky. Wait what? “I heard there will be an archery competition later today?”

Your face lit up as soon as the words left Steve’s mouth. “Yes! I will be participating, of course.” Your smile reached your ears at the thought of it. It is tradition in Cydonia to hold a competition in archery. The winner will choose who will be given the title ‘woman of orchids’. In Cydonia it is a great honour to be chosen, as she will represent the love and fertility of the King and Queen. 

“No one will stand a chance!” Julia chimed in, making Steve laugh loudly. 

“I look forward to it. Now if you excuse me, I’ll see what Bucky’s been up to.” Steve bowed again before taking his leave. 

You changed into a ruby coloured dress made by Natasha’s request and you could tell just by the heaviness that shooting for a target will be a disadvantage for you. The pearls around your neck are a nice addition to the deep red, but not exactly something you would pick for archery. 

“Nat, do you think I could wear something less extravagant?” You turned on the spot to look at Natasha.

“No, absolutely not! You look fantastic in this dress and I can’t stand seeing you walk around in those striped dresses any longer.” Nat scrunched her nose, waving her hand in front of her face.

“But I know for a fact that I won’t be able to shoot arrows with this on.” You pointed to the skirt of the dress.

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Shoot arrows? You know you won’t participate, do you?”

Your mouth opened and closed. You knew things were different in different kingdoms, but everyone was allowed to participate in tornaments. “Oh, ok.”

You walked off next to Natasha and Clint to the courtyard. From the distance you could see the masses and Bucky, Julia, Winnifred and your parents to the side. You were just as dolled up as they are, but that would stop you from trying to enter. 

As you greeted everyone, you sat next to Bucky on the raised platform on cushioned chairs, overlooking the lawn where ten targets were stood a few feet away. All the participants stood on their designated places, getting ready. Your leg was shaking in anticipation and you glanced over to Clint who stood off to the side. The guests from all kinds of backgrounds stood behind the participates, waiting eagerly with their champagne flutes. 

There was just one question in your mind and when you turned to Bucky you blurted it right out. “Can I participate, too?” 

Bucky was taken aback by your question, but one look to you and he knew that he couldn’t refuse. He could say to just to annoy her, but Bucky knew that that would be counterproductive to his plan, so without hesitation he ordered one of the participants to step down from the competition and gestured for you to take his place. 

He watched as you descended the stairs, walking passt all the men staring at you as if they’ve never seen a woman before. It was amusing to Bucky, seeing you walking so confidently and he enjoyed it. Bucky leaned forward watching as you took the bow in your hands as the tournament started. 

As soon as the first few arrows flew towards their targets, you knew nobody else stood a chance. Every round after that you proved to the men next to you that you were the best, hitting bullseye every time no matter how far away it was. With the last bow fired, cutting through the air, you knew you had won, but the faces of the guests were still priceless. 

“Congratulations to Princess Y/n!” The words left Sam’s mouth and you turned to look at Bucky, your face hurting from the extensive smiling, but you still lowered yourself to curtsy. Sam came forward handing you a flower crown made of different colours and plants. “You may chose you woman of orchids.”

With a few strides you reached the wooden platform, standing in front of Julia. “I hereby chose you, Princess Julia, to be my woman of orchids.” You lowered the flowers on her head. Julia jumped up, hugging you while the people around you erupted in cheers. 

From the corner of your eye you saw Bucky standing, clapping, with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. You untangled your arms from around your sister and turned to Bucky. Maybe it was his smile, the proud look on his face, or the feeling of victory, but the urge to kiss that smile off his face was unnerving. Your heart hammered in your chest, taking a step forward. Without thinking much, you got on your tiptoes, placing a gentle and light kiss on his cheek. The look on Bucky’s face was worth the heat crawling up your cheeks as he blinked frantically. 

Bucky slowly took the crown from his head, placing it on the cushion with distance in his eyes. Maybe you didn’t resent him as much as he thought. Maybe in the middle of all this you saw what he saw, a partner. Bucky couldn’t make a lot of sense of your sudden affection towards him since you’ve been fairly distant since the ball. Maybe it’s all a show.

A knock on his door pulled him out of the trance like stante and as soon as he saw Steve, relieve washed over him. “Steve, good to see you.”

“Yeah, I feel like now more than ever we have less time for each other.” Steve laughed as he hugged Bucky. 

“especially since both of us are getting married.” Bucky poured wine in two goblets, offering Steve one.

“Tomorrow is you big day!” Steve beamed as he sat down on one of the velvet chairs opposite Bucky. 

Bucky sighted, turning to look at a portrait of his father. “I just with my bride would be excited too.”

“What do you mean?” Steve scrunched his face. “She seemed pretty happy by your side to me.”

“Well, the thing is we had some... issues.” Bucky looked at his friend, finding nothing but confusion, so he explained everything from the start.

“Bucky, I know you’ve had some issues in the past and with your fathers passing ruling became your number one priority, but you have to understand that it’s not her fault. She has to face the same fate as you.”

Bucky looked down in shame, taking a big swig of wine. “I know. I talked to my mother.”

“That’s not enough.” Steve interrupted him. “You have to talk to Y/n, too. Explain the situation and confess your affection. You have affection for her, do you?” Steve grinned.

“I do, yes. But I’m afraid she doesn’t.

“The only way to find that out is by talking to her. Go to her tomorrow first thing in the morning and clear the air.” 

Bucky smiled weakly. “Ok, I will.”

It wasn’t like Bucky was afraid to talk to you, he was afraid of what you would say. The feelings that have manifested were scary to him and to have his heart broken by the one he will marry would only mean unhappiness. And Bucky wasn’t ready to have his heart broken again.

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[a-butterfly-on-his-tummy]

Day Five: ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas

“Here yeh go darling.’” Harry hands you a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows floating at the top of the brown sweet liquid. At 24 weeks pregnant, the cravings are strong and a cup of steaming cocoa sounds like heaven to you.

“Thank you, my love.” You bring the cup close to your face, feeling the warmth from the drink brush against your lips and nose. Blowing on the hot liquid, you take a small sip, tasting the sweet drink against your tongue.

“How’d I do?” Harry has a smirk sneaking across his lips as he waits for your praises about what a extraordinary job he did on your cup of cocoa.

“It’s perfect. Thanks babe.” You take another sip, holding the cup with both hands and resting it on your tummy. Harry sets his mug on the coffee table; reaching in the basket next to the couch he pulls out a blanket, spreading it across your body.

“Stay righ’ there. Don’t move.” Harry stands up, pointing his finger at you. His expression makes you giggle as he is trying really hard to be serious, but ends up letting out an explosive laugh when you giggle back at him.

The little girl inside your belly has been extremely active today. All that dancing must have worn her out as it seems like she has fallen asleep. You run your hand down the front of your stomach, rubbing back and forth. Harry pads back to the couch with a book tucked under his arm. He sits on the couch next to your feet.

“Gonna read our little Grace a Christmas story.” Your husband holds up a Christmas book, causing you to chuckle.

“You are a dork.” You cuddle into his side, kissing his cheek.

“Excuse me? Just because she isn’t ‘ere yet, doesn’t mean Grace has to miss out on the Styles’ Christmas traditions.” Harry acts all offended which just makes you laugh more. One of the reasons you love this boy is for his ability to always make you laugh. You hope this baby inside your belly has received the gift of his humor.

“Alright. What’re yeh going to read to our little one?” You decide to go along with it, because the Styles’ family Christmas traditions are things nobody should miss out on.

“The famous, Night Before Christmas.” Harry opens the book to the first page, using his other hand to give your baby bump a ‘love rub’ as Harry calls it. “Okay Grace, ‘ere we go.” Harry adjusts the book so it is facing the bump, because the baby needs to see the pictures. Harry starts to read.

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; Harry leans in close to the bump and whispers to his daughter. “The house is really quiet, so shhh.” Putting his fingers against his lips. causing you to let out a small giggle. You find it adorable he feels the need to explain things to your baby.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; “Can yeh see your stocking? The red one right next to mummy’s.” Harry points his finger towards the fireplace that is currently lit, making the room feel warm and cozy. Three stocking hang from hooks over the fireplace. Two cream and one red, each embroidered with a name. Harry turns the page of the book and continues to read.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; “Those are the best kind of dreams.”

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

“Those are the best kinds of naps.” You add, surprising Harry who nods his head in agreement.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, “That is a loud noise.”

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. “That’s the window sill.”

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, “That’s a tiny sized sleigh, Grace.”

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. “Father Christmas! He brings us gifts!”

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

Harry sits up tall and puffs out his chest as he reads the next section on a low voice, imitating Father Christmas.

"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!

On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN! “The story doesn’t mention Rudolph but he is my favorite.” Grace kicks your stomach causing you to jolt.

“Apparently she likes Rudolph too.” You giggle, running your hand against the spot she kicked. “Do yeh like how his nose lights up?” You ask Grace who kicks again from hearing your voice. Harry smiles, running his hand over to your stomach, tapping her foot with his fingers.

“I like his nose too, love.” He adds.

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the housetop the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too. “Look Grace, that right there.” Harry points to the white bearded man on the page. “It’s Father Christmas.”

You take a sip of your hot chocolate, resting the cup back down on your shelf. Using your opposite hand you run your fingers through your husband’s hair.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. “Here he comes! This is my favorite part.” Harry whisper close to the baby.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, “Can you imagine carrying a pack with all those toys? Strong lad.”

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

“Just like your daddy’s dimple.” You bend down close to whisper to your daughter. “Let’s pray you get that little feature. It’s my favorite.”

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly. “Sounds like they are talkin’ about yur father.” Harry pushes out his stomach, giving it a small pat. The both of you laugh at his silly joke.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. “Like flower seeds blown through the wind, love.”

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!

Harry closes the book, setting it on the spot next to him on the couch.

“Happy Christmas girls! I love you both so much.” Harry kisses your lips, slow and tender, expressing his love through the sweet peck. Leaning down close to your stomach Harry rubs his hand across the mound. “Happy Christmas little one.” Kissing your stomach, Harry sits up, pulling you into a tight snuggle. Closing your eyes, you begin to drift to sleep. While both Grace and her mum have visions of sugar plums dancing in their heads.

A/N: Thank you @whoopsharrystyles for all you do! You are amazing!!! Check out The Adventures of Harry and Grace Masterlist and my Wattpad Page. Thank you for reading, liking, reblogging and recommending!! Merry Christmas!!! Love you all!! 

[a-dreamer-named-mars]

Imagine Your First Christmas With Jamie

Not a request, just a simple Christmas special I decided to write. For this and more imagines and fanfictions, click here.

You could hear the Christmas songs echoing through your ears, and making you smile. Christmas was definitely your favorite time of the year and you loved the whole spirit that was in the air during the month of December. You weren't a big fan of the New Year, maybe it was because it was such a big deal in New York City that you kind of lost the whole feeling it brought to people. But Christmas was definitely your thing.

You moved to New York ten years ago, and met Jamie about six years after that. He was your boyfriend now, but you were friends for that whole time. You were just dancing around something that was clearly more than a friendship but you didn't want to be the one to risk the great relationship you had with him so you didn't say anything and waited and waited until he came over to your place and talked to you about it. He said he had feelings for you and that he couldn't hide them anymore... You were so incredibly relived that he said something, you truly loved him as more than just a friend and kissing him for the first time, made butterflies fly inside your stomach.

"What are you thinking about?"

His voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Oh, it's nothing..." You said flashing him a smile.

You kept walking and walking hand in hand with your boyfriend until you finally reached a good spot, near the front lines, right in front of the enormous Christmas tree.

It was freezing this time of the year there in New York, so you couldn't exactly feel your face, but you must have had a smile from ear to ear, due to his comment.

"I never knew you liked Christmas this much!"

"I really do!"

You sounded like a child, really.

"It is the best time of the year! I absolutely love everything about it."

He kissed your cheek and held your hand tighter, smiling back at you.

"I can see that."

He was smiling too. He loved you like crazy, he loved you so much that your excitement over something so normal like Christmas was enough to put a smile on his face too.

You were at the Rockefeller Center, waiting for the lights of the Christmas tree to be turned on and the ice rink to officially open to the public. It was an event you always made sure you attended to ever since you moved to New York and you usually came with your sister or your friends but this year, you wanted it to be just you and your boyfriend and best friend, Jamie.

Everyone started gathering around and you could see the excitment in the little kids' faces... they matched yours!

Time was flying and quickly, it was officially Christmas time in the Big Apple.

You obviously took thousands of pictures and asked for a couple near you to take one of you and Jamie witht the huge lit up tree behind you.

After thanking them, you and him decided to go ice skatting for a while before you left the area and went to a coffee shop close by to get a hot cocoa. He asked for coffee but you were never really fond of it plus this season asked for a chocolate drinnk so you went with your choice and enjoyed it and the marshmallows that came floating on top of it.

"So, are we still going Christmas shopping next?" He asked you after taking a sip of his dark drink.

"Yeah, of course! I already bought your gift... have you bought mine?"

For the past month Jamie has commented with you how stressed he was about buying you your Christmas gift. You never gave away any information of anything you'd like to get so he was just clueless. You tried to hint him some stuff but never what you truly wanted. Truth to be told what you really wanted was for him to propose on Christmas morning. It didn't have to be this year, it could be in two or three years ahead but that was your main Christmas wish - to be proposed to on that morning. But you obviously didn't tell him that, that'd be putting too much pressure on him with no need. Another thing you really wanted was a cat. And to get that for Christmas was a blessing to you. And you did gave him some clues - something fluffy, something cute... something you can feed. I mean what else does he need to figure it out? You were pretty sure he got the hints and that he really was going to get you one but... you just never know.

"Huh... Yes, I have, in fact."

"Oooh, am I gonna like it?"

"You're gonna love it."

"You're really positive about that aren't you?"

"I am."

"Okay, well... I won't ask you any more questions, I'll just zip it. We still have to buy our families their gifts so, are you ready to go? I'll drink the rest of my hot chocolate on the way."

"Yes. Let's go."

You got your jackets and left the coffe shop, walking out into the cold streets of New York, making your way to the various stores you were visiting to buy all the gifts you had to buy to offer for Christmas.

* * *

Christmas morning was here and this was your first Christmas ever with Jamie, and you were hosting it at your and Jamie's place that you've been sharing for a while now. His and yur family were coming over in just about a few minutes and you were beyond excited. Your family and his got along very well and thing were just perfect between the two of you.

You sat comfortably on Jamie's couch that was moved to the new condo you were living in and sat on top of your crossed legs.

"Hey. Santa left you your presents."

You turned around to face him, and splashed a smile on your face.

"You want me to open them now? Before everyone gets here?"

"I mean... what's so wrong with that? My nephews and my niece have already opened them."

"Really?"

"No... I was joking, their gifts are here too, waiting for them. But I just can't wait for you to open them!"

The door bell interrupted your conversation and you got up with a knowing smile before walking towards the front door to open it, only to find your and Jamie's family. They must have planned on it.

"Hey everyone!"

Your house wasn't that big or that large, but you and Jamie both really wanted to host your own Christmas at your own home, and you know what? People just had to fit.

Everyone greeted you and your boyfriend and once they were settled, each one in their place, Jamie started talking about the presents again. He was eager for you to open his, that you could tell.

"So, aren't you curious about what Santa left under the tree for us?"

Everyone, mostly the youngest people of the Reagan clan, agreed, and Jamie went into your bedroom to get a large box and placed it in front of you.

"Can (Y/N) open hers first? It really can't wait." He said with a smile.

You smiled back and slowly opened the box, to find all you wanted and more.

Two kittens.

You gasped as you looked at them in awe. You immediately grabbed them both with your hands and held them close to your chest. One of them was all black with only one little white dot in his neck and the other one was dark grey with the most beautiful green eyes. Which by the way, looked a lot like Jamie's eyes. They started tugging their little claws on your sweater but you couldn't care any less, you already loved them unconditionally. Of course, no one else in that room cared about the rest of the gifts, they wanted to hold the cats and pet them and the younger people in the room wanted to play with them.

You tried to shut down your brain and forget about all the talking and gasping, and turned to Jamie with the biggest smile on your face before thanking him.

He smiled back at you and you went to the couch and sat down next to him, kissing his lips passionately.

"So, did you like them?"

"Are you kidding me? I loved it! Where did you get them from?#

"Okay so, long story short, a couple of friends from work got a call about animal abuse, andturns out it was just a woman who decided to ditch on their mom." He said while he used his hands to pet their tiny heads. "She was in labour and they couldn't just leave her there so they took their mom to the station, she had the kittens. They were five of them but one died and I kept these two and my two other friends took one each."

You gasped again for what seemed like the tenth time in the past five minutes or so and kissed his cheek.

"Really? Aw, I'm so glad we gave them a happy ending! What about their mom?"

"Sargent took her home. He already has one and said one more could keep him company."

"Aw, I'm so happy! Thank you so much, Jamie!"

"You're welcome."

This time he was the one who leaned in and kissed you, and like always, you two felt like you were in your own bubble and were a little startled when everyone started  clearing their throats, jokingly of course, and smiling at you.

Afterwards, everyone else opened their gifts, although they were much more interested in yours, and quicker than you wanted it to, Christmas was over and they all started leaving for their own respective homes, until there were just four of you under the mistletoe - you, Jamie, Joy and Love.

Yes, those were the names you chose for your newest addition to the family.

And at the end of, what was to you, the most perfect Christmas day, there you were, kissing under the evergreen plant, each one of you holding one of your children.

[totalfanfreak]

Knight by Night Pt. 1

Knight by Night Pt. 1 [Not sure what I was thinking when writing this, I know I got to get on other fics soon, but I wanted to do a drabbles plus on AO3 it’ll be my 50th fic and I was kind of doing a little dance on it. This will be Daryl/ Reader multishot…I wanted something to pass through the locations or something like that – it will be M. I made it with a twist though, a crazy, messed up twist…bonus points if you figure it out beforehand.]

Atlanta Survivor Camp:

You yawned before opening your eyes, and you knew from how dark it was that you overslept. Clamoring out of the sleeping bag you hopped off the floor to change your clothes. It was hot, too fucking hot; it shouldn’t be this muggy with the sun down. But as the time kept passing you figured that was how the south was. You liked the people, the scenery was beautiful, but the sweltering heat always had you longing for home.

“Good morning sleepyhead, or should I say good night?”

You smiled, rolling your eyes. “Always funny, Amy. Everything okay today?”

She shrugged. “The same, except…”

You strapped your knife on, glancing back at her when you went to tie on your shoes. By Amy’s darting eyes and swaying something happened.

“What’s the matter? Did someone get hurt?”

Her brows rose. “No, nothing like that, Glenn and I thought it’d be a good idea to give you a warning.”

“Where is Glenn?”

Stepping out of the RV you were further immersed in the heat, though the smell of burning wood coming from the middle of camp was pleasant. The sky had turned to navy, some stars beginning to twinkle with barely enough pink drifting down the mountains. Making your way to the various chairs and logs you and Amy plopped yourselves down next to the young man.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

Glenn shrugged, taking a huge bite from the skewered meat he held. “Thought you could use the sleep, you scavenged the whole night before.”

“Here you go, hon.”

Startled you turned to see Carol holding a plate out to you. “Thanks, I’m sorry I didn’t help cook, someone decided to let me be tardy.”

Glenn sputtered, talking around the food in his mouth. “This is what I get for being nice?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Glenn.”

Looking sheepish he nodded to the older woman. “Yes, ma’am.”

You nudged Glenn’s side. “Thank you for letting me sleep, I do appreciate it. I just want to pull my own weight around here. All you He-Men think you do everything, like to prove otherwise.”

“We do not.”

“Do too.”

“Not.”

Amy chimed in with you. “Too.”

You both giggled, Glenn feigning exasperation with you both.

“Amy said you both had a warning for me…very ominous.”

He shifted in his seat, looking back to his food. “Not really a warning, per se, we got a few newcomers to the camp. Just want you to be careful.”

You looked around the camp, counting the same number of tents as the night before. Amy pulled your arm.

“They set up their camp down that way.”

Squinting your eyes as they were still adjusting to the diminishing light you made out smoke as a fire was being lit, a bump of what had to be a tent set up on the edge of the cliff.

“Why’re they down there?”

“Loners I guess. They weren’t too friendly, tried to say hi and one grunted while the other made a pass at me.”

You laughed. “Oh, God, Glenn why didn’t you wake me! I missed out – if they like to be alone, why’d they come here?”

“Safety in numbers? That’s all I could come up with, not going to complain about it. They brought us food already.”

You realized what you had been shoveling in your mouth wasn’t fish. “Oh.”

“Hunters. I like them fine as long as they stay down there.”

Aghast, you scoffed. “Wow, Glenn, I never thought I’d see you be the unfriendly one, Walsh or me usually take that role.”

“They keep calling me Chinese. I told them I’m not, I’m freakin’ Korean!

You pinched his cheek. “Of course you are. Look at this face it’s too kawaii to not be Korean.”

He tried to look mad, failing, as a grin tugged his face. “That’s Japanese.”

“Still think it applies.”

One by one they started leaving you. Lori, Miranda and Carol going first to usher their kids to bed. Glenn and Amy always tried to stay up as long as they could with you but ended up succumbing to the night and going to bed. With that it was down to you and Dale who was dozing in the lawn chair on his RV. You stoked the fire, making sure it kept going to give you some help in the dark but low enough it wouldn’t attract much attention. You gathered the laundry that had been left out for the night; dirty clothes were never ending here – the ladies doing the bulk in the daytime with you doing what was left at night. You needed to check your traps too, so you headed towards the water with the basket on your hip. Going past you thought about seeing if the inhabitants of the new tent had anything that needed tending but with it so late you decided not to. You settled to tell them you’d be glad to take care of their clothes before you went to sleep. Setting the clothes in the water you put some dish soap on the stains, scrubbing the spot before allowing them all to soak, going to fold the clothes that were dry from the day. You climbed back up setting the clothes outside the designated tent, a rock on top to keep them in place. The net trap you had in the lake didn’t have much in it, so you repositioned it, praying it would have a better haul when you came back. With your penlight you ventured through the woods, checking the snare traps you had laid out near the camp. Only two had caught anything, but every one of them was missing the tiny bit of bait you used.

“Damn, animals are getting smarter.”

A small rabbit and a squirrel, to feed over twenty people. Besides the mushrooms Lori could find there wasn’t a lot of vegetation in the woods to find, so a stew seemed to be out. It would be hard but maybe you could talk everyone in letting you borrow a vehicle to go on a run soon. You didn’t like the idea of anyone coming with you, but they knew you were smart, and fast so hunger and need for supplies could be in your favor to let you go. You were heading back to the quarry when you heard twigs snapping near you. You halted, hearing silence, a walker wouldn’t have paused whatever made that was either animal or human. Turning behind slowly, you tried to see if anything caught your eye when it didn’t you pushed back forward.

“Hell ya think yur goin’?”

It wasn’t that it was human that scared you, but that it was unfamiliar. Gruff and pissed off – male for sure.

“I’m going back to my camp…what about you?”

Peering over your shoulders you searched again, the man coming from behind a thatch of branches.

“Didn’t see ya up there before, how I know ya ain’t lying and tryin’ ta steal something?”

Your eyes usually did well in the dark, but with the figure so far away you couldn’t make him out.

“You’re the new guys aren’t you, the hunters?”

The man didn’t reply, and your shoulders slumped. “If you have to you can ask Dale or Glenn in the RV. You know the one you keep calling a Chinaman.”

He came up to you then, dirty pale skin that was starting to tan coming in view. “Come on then.”

Leading you back out to camp, you waited to follow him to the RV but was surprised when he started going the other way.

“Hey. I thought you needed to…confirm my identity.”

He hitched a crossbow on his shoulder before looking at you with what could be described as feline eyes. Slanted, calculating, daunting, and colored in an unnatural shade of blue.

“Ya wanna wake them up we can, ya know their names unless ya been stalkin’ them didn’t see how you’d know them otherwise.”

“Thank you for giving me the benefit of the doubt then. Since you’re awake if you need someone to I can mend and wash your clothes for you. I don’t mean to brag but I’m pretty good at getting out stains. Just leave them outside your tent before you go to bed and I’ll get to them.”

His stare was meant to intimidate, but when you wouldn’t drop your eyes he relented shaking his head without a word while heading for his tent.

“I’m Y/N, if you were curious.”

He didn’t give you his, instead narrowing his eyes at you and gestured to the woods.

“Only thing I’m curious about is how the hell yur stupid enough ta go off in there when it’s dark. Ya that suicidal?”

You shook your head. “No, I’m not. I can’t be out in the daytime, and it might not be twenty-twenty but I can see well in the dark. I can handle myself decently. So I take night shift. Let people rest while I do what I can, hence, why I don’t mind to do the laundry. It keeps my hands busy.”

The question was easy enough on his face, making you sigh.

“I have solar urticarial it’s not as severe as it could be but I still can’t –“

“The fuck’s that?”

Giving a pensive smile, you shrugged. “I’m allergic to the sun.”

He hadn’t believed that shit at first. How can someone be allergic to the goddamn sun? It was easy to see now; you refused to go to sleep after last night, walkers infesting the camp so now you dug graves with the Asian boy. And with the clouds dispersing the sun beat down harder and he could see the harsh red welts forming on your hands, splotches on your face, the hoodie you had put on to cover you making it worse as sweat gathered on the spots.

“Give me that thing and get inside.”

He reached for the shovel, but you twisted it out of his reach.

“Thank you, Daryl, but no. They were my friends and I want to do this for them.”

Damn stubborn streak pissed him off, any other woman here would’ve handed the damn thing over.

“Ya look like a damn lobster.”

You gave a tired laugh, wiping the excess sweat from your face with a sleeve. “But a cute one right?”

He snorted. “No such thing as a cute lobster.”

The smile you flashed had his ears burning. “I’m from the north and I can tell you that’s not true.”

Yeah, he knew you were a damn Yankee, something Merle had loved to tease you over before he was gone. You hadn’t minded it either. He couldn’t help but stare at you as you continued working. Why the hell were you so nice to everyone? You had bitchy moments like the rest of them, but still you were nice. The only ones in camp to come over and ask if they needed anything, to see if they’d join the rest for supper, to see how they were. It was weird, and he waited the first week for you to come out and ask what you really wanted from them but it never came. Then Merle was gone, you continued to come over, but without his crude remarks to make you laugh it was mostly polite conversation and ill-timed smiles. But Daryl had started coming out more at night, claiming Dale’s old ass wasn’t doing any good falling asleep on everyone. He didn’t sleep much anyways. And one night he caught your attention while he was cleaning his arrows.

“What’re you doing?”

There wasn’t revulsion in your tone, nothing to say he was doing something wrong and you decided to judge him. Usually whenever you asked something he could hear the fascination inside, curiosity making the awkwardness fade.

“Fixin’ the carbon shaft so I can reattach the fletching to it.”

“May I help?”

“Ya ain’t got laundry to do?”

He wanted to hate that laugh, hated it more that he didn’t. “There’s always laundry to do. But this looks fun, might come in handy to know too. If you’ll let me.”

He stopped the knife on the shaft, clicking his tongue at the genuine interest on your face. “Fine, sit yur ass down and don’t ask too many questions.”

“He’s bit! JIM’S BIT!”

Both of you turned towards the camp, Jacqui backing away from the older man. He looked him over; he could smell guilt on him.

“Show us.”

Jim refused and when he was held down he ran up to look seeing the huge chunk out of his side. He needed to be put down, before it spread. Before whatever shit that saliva had got to his brain.

Everyone kept saying how he was human and didn’t deserve to be killed; they wanted to treat the shit like the flu like popping a few pills would cure him. Gripping the pick he had he lunged for Jim, stopping when you flung yourself on the man. When he froze he heard a gun clicking behind him.

“We don’t kill the living.”

That was funny, real fucking funny. And he started to stampede off when you stopped him.

“I do agree with what you meant Daryl. It’s going to be bad for Jim. It’s – he’s going to rot from the inside out until there’s nothing left of him. But the way you went about it was wrong.”

“How the fuck was I –“

“It was hateful. You were doing it out of logic and fear of what could happen –“

“I ain’t afraid of no –“

“Jim’s a good man, and he shouldn’t have to be killed like that. People like him shouldn’t have to die feeling hated. No one deserves that Daryl.”

He chewed his tongue, picking up his pickaxe to return to the bodies. “Get yur ass inside before I throw ya in.”

[shapeshifting-arch-mage]

5/15/2019

...I knew it. I knew there was someone else here with us! As our paws continue groping at the nonexistent head vise, we look up... and begin shuddering uncontrollably when we see who it is. Of course, he's not actually anyone we recognize, but in our mushroom-induced stupor, we mistake him for someone we do. Or, someone I do, at least.

"n... n-n-n-nonono... nonono... no, please... no, im s-sorry..." We mutter as we stare him in the face, our eyes somehow looking both spaced-out and fearful at the same time, "i-i didnt mean to run away, im sorry, im sorry, im sorry...!!" We then squeeze our eyes shut and resume grabbing at the air around our head.

[Kaneis] Oh dear this was such a wonderful reaction. It really was rather like waving a piece of bacon in front of a dog's nose. How could he just ignore it? "Kehkekekeke, Are you sorry? I don't know. You don't look very sorry," he purred walking closer to them. "I don't like it when someone runs from me." He had no idea who this person was and clearly they thought he was someone else, but that didn't bother him in the slightest. It was rather wonderful actually.

[Rave Witch Temmie] Of course... the giant head vise is his way of punishing us for snapping out of his mind control earlier. "im sorry! im sorry!!1" We whine, "i didnt no youd be mad at me!1!1! IM SORRYYYYYY!1!!!1!"

Why is he here. Why did he come find us. Why did he have to follow us here?!? Why is everything purple?!?! Stupid purple fog. Stupid purple sky. Stupid evil handsome mind controlling guy with his stupid purple cape.

Except, of course, he isn't that guy, and in fact Kaneis' cape (technically Finnegan's cape, but whatever) is a much lighter shade of purple than the shade we're seeing it as. We're seeing his hair all wrong, too- it looks... spiky. We open our eyes and look at him again, and his hair looks even bigger and spikier than it did when we last looked.

"p-please, it h-hurts... nnnnn-no more, please... owowoww, my hedddd..." We hold our paws out to each side and mime trying to pull something away from our head.

[Kaneis] Kaneis was smiling like a kid who had been given a lifetime's worth of free candy. He walks up and pats the Temmie fusion's hair. "Of course it hurts. Disobedience is pain. If you want it to stop you must be good. Will you be good? Will you obey me properly?" He was making this up on the fly but this was just so much fun. How could he not see how far he could push it?

[Rave Witch Temmie] Obey him? No... no, we can't do that. He's a bad guy. We won't do what he says. No more obeying. No more mind controlling. No more. It's bad. Bad. Bad bad bad bad.

...We just noticed that he doesn't have his fancy golden mind controlling stick with him. We stand to our feet and push his hand off our head.

"n-no... no more... no more obeyin... no more... not again... no..." We trip and fall backwards from the phantom weight of the imaginary vise. Now laying on the ground with our wide-eyed stare facing the sky, our whole body begins to vibrate. We vibrate harder, harder, harder...

This is perfectly normal for a Temmie, of course, but this time, there's nothing comedic about our convulsions. We look less like a funny joke character in an indie game and more like a possessed person in a horror movie. Then our face begins to detach. Again, not unusual for a Temmie, but in this situation, it just looks eerie.

[Kaneis] Kaneis is just amused. He gazes down at them in obvious delight. "Well then your head is just going to keep hurting like that until it explodes. It'll burst right open. Like a watermelon. Have you ever seen a watermelon burst open? All the gooey contents and juices fly everywhere. It's rather spectacular. Maybe you'd be happier that way? Hmm? What do you think? Can you live without your head?"

[Rave Witch Temmie] Little does he know that Temmies probably don't even have blood. As we continue shivering and shaking on the ground, our detached face rises up above us, leaving our poor, sore head faceless... until a pair of holes open up on it. A pair of holes that look a lot like the eye sockets of a skeleton. A pair of holes with a pair of little white eyelights in them. While our face floats in the air, we reach inside one of the eye sockets that's just opened up where our face is supposed to be, and pull out the eyelight.

...Yes, we pulled out a glowing, white ball from a hole in our face. Gee, I didn't know those things were solid! "...i got it..." Our floating face mutters, "i got da key... got da key..." Our vibrating calms slightly as we move our paw to the side of our head and mime pressing the eyelight into something. "come on... come on..." Says our mouth, even though our face is facing upwards, away from the rest of our body.

[Kaneis] Kaneis is rather fascinated by this. His host had met Temmies before so he wasn't thrown by the oddness of the physical behavior. Mostly it made him wonder if he could mess with them even more. "Oh? What key is that?" He moved close enough that Temmie would be under his large umbrella. No more rain interfearance. He could cast some magic on this one and see if he could add to this amusing set of reactions from the drug now...

[Rave Witch Temmie] "its da KEY!1! im puttin da KEY in!1!!1" Our face cries out to the sky. We jam our detached eyelight into the nothing on our head, twist our paw, and mime pushing that nothing off our head, after which the pain stops getting worse. Then we shove our eyelight back into our eye socket, the eye sockets shrink shut, and our Temmie face slowly descends back towards its rightful place on our head.

"no more..." We mutter, as we push ourself upright, "no more... o yer dumb mind games, Mario!1!1" Wait, that's not his name. Mario doesn't have a head full of spiky hair. Neither does Kaneis, really, but y'know...

"...Marlin?? Mary...??" We're still a bit too delirious to think of the name of the guy we're mistaking him for, so we settle on Mary for now. We stand to our feet, point at him and say, "no more, Mary Itchbar!!1! im drawin da line here!!1" We stretch our arm out and try to snake it around behind his back, underneath his cape, to see if he's hiding anything back there...

[Kaneis] Kaneis grabs the arm trying to slip around him and starts twisting it in a way arms aren't meant to twist. At least not normal arms. The hand holding onto Rave seems to be heating up as well. "I'll play all the mind games I feel like." He declared his voice full of calm menace. "If you think otherwise I'll have to disabuse you of that notion immediately."

[Rave Witch Temmie] Our stretchy arm coils like a noodle as Kaneis twists it. Crud... I think I know what he's about to do now. We stretch our other arm towards our hat, which got left on the ground when we stood up, and pull our wand out of it. We retract our paw that's holding the wand and point it at Kaneis. "nnnnnNNNO!1!!1 i kno wat yur gonna do!1!" We take a few steps back, keeping our wand pointed at him, while the arm that he's holding stretches further as we back away. "no hugs!!11!"

[Kaneis] Kaneis arches an eyebrow at the wand. "Are you threatening me with that? Kehkekeke that's so adorable I could just rip you into tiny pieces!" Kaneis is a little annoyed though. By pulling away most of Temmie was now in the rain. The only part of her he could work direct magic on was the arm he was still holding. Still that wasn't much of a problem. He clenched the arm harder. Maybe he'd just rip it off.

[Rave Witch Temmie] "how yu gonna do dat?? yu dont even got yur wand wit yu!!1!" We reply, as a colorful puff of frost begins to swirl around our wand. Our other paw, meanwhile, begins to get chilly... or at least, it's trying to. It's still uncomfortably warm, but it feels as though it's trying to get cold even as Kaneis heats it up. "yu let go 'a me, Yammy Mary, or imma have to use hoomans magic!1!!1!"

"Yammy?" Really, Temmie? Yammy? Like... a yam? ...It's Yami. Like... the Japanese word for dark. Sheesh.

[Kaneis] Kaneis laughed. "A wand? Please! I don't need some puny stick to work my magic. For example..." Her arm might be getting cold on the inside but it was going to ignite on the outside as Kaneis' hand burst into flames. He might have been able to do so much more if it wasn't for the rain. He really should consider retreating if this was going to come to blows since he was in a vulnerable position but he didn't feel like it. Not just yet.

[Rave Witch Temmie] "owowowOWOWOWOWWWW1!!1!" Geez Louise, since when has he been able to do that?! Gaaaaah, our poor paaaawww!!

That's it. That is it. This creepwad's getting an ICICLE TO THE FACE. The wand's colorful, frosty sparkles coalesce into a big rainbow icicle, about the size of our hat, and the icicle shoots forward right at that stupid smile of his. As for our paw, even if he does burn it to a crisp, we will certainly have the last laugh, since a human holding a Temmie's paw for that long is probably going to get a rash in his hand at some point. I am extremely doubtful that a sadist like him has a high opinion of cute things.

[Kaneis] Two points of order Temmie probably hadn't taken into account. First of all, Kaneis wears gloves. In fact about the only piece of exposed skin Kaneis has is his aforementioned face. Since Temmie allergic reactions rely on physical contact to the skin Kaneis is perfectly fine without even bringing into debate his status as an actual human or not. Second, the icicle flies straight and true right through Kaneis' face or so it seems. There's none of that expected blood splatter and injury or anything else you'd normally associate with an icicle striking someone in the face at speed. The violent cold projectile just goes straight through like there's nothing even there. Which there isn't as what with the really obvious telegraph of the wand waving and stuff Kaneis set up an illusion and had walked to Temmie's left letting go of the firey limb. Of course a few second exposed to the rain and the illusion starts to flicker and melt away into nothing. The real Kaneis yawns. "I'm sorry was that supposed to hit me? Youre aim is terrible."

[Rave Witch Temmie] As a matter of fact, we didn't notice his gloves. Because we think he's wearing golden armbands instead. Which he isn't. And our icicle just... oh god it phased through him he's a GHOOOOOST!!

Gaaaah, we need to get out of here! The purple realm is gonna eat us! Mer... Mal... Marvin? Marlon? Mark? ...Yeah, I guess Mark's close enough. We're not letting, uh... Yam Mark... eat our souls, or whatever he was going to do to them. Not here. Not now. No more purple. No more Yam Mark. We retract our singed paw and begin walking away. Power walking, that is. We're still too delirious to notice that we're soaking wet from the rain by this point. The glowsticks we've been storing in our hat would probably do a better job of lighting the way than our glow necklace- oh crud, our hat!! We totally forgot that we left it on the ground! We turn around and reluctantly walk back towards where "Mark" was...

[Kaneis] Kaneis chuckled loving the reaction. He was content to let them walk away. There was only so much he could do out here in the rain. It was better to not fight out here in the rain. Moreover if this wand user could summon ice well that was only one step away from the element he didn't want to face in a magic fight. However he couldn't keep himself from plucking up the hat that Temmie was reluctantly coming back for. He smirked and twirled it in his hands. He knew enough about Temmie's not to plop the hat on his head. "Drop something?"

[Rave Witch Temmie] "awawa... wawawaWAWA DATS MY HAT!!!1! MARKS GOT MY HAAAAAT!1!11 gimme dat back1!11" We yell, as the rain continues to soak our hair and fur, "dats my hat!1! gimme my hat!1! bad Mark, bad!1!"

[Kaneis] "Alright," Kaneis says casually. He crumples the hat as best he can into a ball. The balled up hat then catches on fire. Finally Kanein grins and throws it as hard as he can in the opposite direction from Temmie. "Fetch!" And with that he vanishes from sight. For reference despite any logic on the aerodynamics of throwing a fiery hat, the hat was flung a fair distance away enough that if Temmie want's it before it burns up they might want to run after it now.

[Rave Witch Temmie] "awawawaWAWAWAWANONONONONONOOOOOO!!1!1!1"

We begin to run in the direction of our hat, slip and fall in a puddle, then get back up and continue running after it on all fours. We squeeze our eyes shut as rain falls in our face, and continue to run until we eventually step on our hat and burn our paws. "owowowowwww!1!" That probably would have hurt more if the rain hadn't doused some of the fire. Either way, we frantically wave our wand up and down to summon icicles that slam onto the hat and put out the rest of the fire. After that's done, we pick up the hat with our free paw, finding it difficult to recognize as a hat due to the fact that the hallucinogenic mushrooms haven't quite worn off yet, plus the hat is charred.

"hooman... yu sure dis is our hat...??"

"i think so... it got all burnt an' stuff..."

"now wat do we do???"

"i think we shoud go... jus so we dont run into Mark again..." If this burnt piece of fabric really is our hat, then we should be able to reach into it and... voila! Our broomstick is inside! It looks a bit singed... but not anywhere near as bad as the hat. We put our wand back in the hat, place the hat on the broomstick, and sit on it so it doesn't blow away. It feels uncomfortably warm, but we're too delirious to think of anything else to do with it. And with that, we fly off into the rain... until we leave Port Town, that is, as the rain was only falling here...