#and i maintain it's a happy ending since they're holding hands

[storiesfromgaza]

"Mom, does it hurt when we get bombarded? Do we feel the pain, or do we just die at once?"

These are the questions that Reporter Youmna El Sayed began with in her interview conducted by the AJ+ network to document her struggles with her children and the suffering of all the people of Gaza

When my kids ask me, 'Mom, does it hurt when we get bombarded? Do we feel the pain, or do we just die at once?' and I have to tell them, 'No, don't worry. It's not going to hurt.' Their father reassures them, saying, 'Don't worry. It just happens once, and that's it.' In the past, we would comfort our children, saying, 'Don't worry. It's going to be okay. It's going to end soon. You'll be fine. We'll be fine.' Everything is shaking—constantly. But now, every night, we tell them, 'Don't worry. We're together, sticking together. If we die, we die together.' Death has become a looming reality since the Israeli army encircled Gaza city. The bombardments have been relentless—from the land, air, and sea. Our building is in a perpetual state of tremor. Three days ago, we awoke to the smoke of nearby fires filling our homes. We sought refuge in the basement, the best option with the least smoke, but it was still overwhelming. The kids were coughing, suffocating, and their eyes were itching. But when it comes to my children, it just hits me so hard, Dina, and I just feel that I can't control it anymore. I can't be that strong, brave woman who's able to control things or get things under control because they're my weak part. I feel a loss of control, unable to maintain the facade of strength and bravery. Judy, usually full of life, now appears quiet and terrified

She doesn't eat much. She doesn't feel like doing anything. I tried to speak to her about things, you know, bring back some happy memories, and I said, as usual, 'What would you like to do the first thing after this war ends?' She told me, 'Mommy, I don't want to do anything except for this war to end. I just want these bombardments to end, everything—the destruction, the despair, the loss.'

I think they tell you that now—we're just hearing news of people dying every now and then—people that we know, friends, colleagues, everyone around us. And it just, you know, really, like, 'May he rest in peace,' and that's it. I just—we just go on because we were just waiting for our turn. You mentioned to me that food is scarce and supplies are low. What is the water situation? We can starve, right? We can go on without food, even as adults. But without water, I'd rather die from bombardments than die from thirst. I don't want my kids at the end to die from thirst. Are you still thinking to move south, and what would that look like? The last attempt was a couple of days ago, and we found out that to move south, we need to walk for at least 6 to 7 km on foot and not carry anything at all with us—none of our belongings. Basically, walk this distance while we raise our hands to show that we surrender, just holding our IDs in one hand and raising the other. And I think that's just extremely humiliating. And it's not just that, you know?

You remember the massacre that everyone saw on TV screens for the civilians that were bombarded on the road? They're still lying there. Until this day, lying there in the streets, their bodies. The crows and the birds are eating from them, and no one has been able to pick them up. The Israeli army has not allowed anyone or ambulances or any medical teams to come to pick these people up and to bury them. How can I let my kids go through a street while they see other children and other people killed and thrown just like that, lying in the street like that, while birds are eating from them? I think that this is just inhumane and more cruel than anything. This is not to worry about fighting Hamas or Palestinian fighters. This war began by eliminating and wiping out the Palestinian people in Gaza. This isn't a war against Palestinian fighters nor Hamas; it's a genocide against Gaza.

[renjunniex]

Thank You, For Being You

Isaac Lahey x Fem! Reader

Restraint

Omega Part 1 | Omega Part 2 | Shape Shifted | Ice Pick | Abomination | Venomous | Frenemy | Raving | Party Guessed |

Prompt: With Jackson out of the van, he's become impossible to deal with.

a/n: okay guys I won't lie, I looked over this chapter but wasn't very through so there's probably a few mistakes sorryyyyy

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Stiles and Scott had sent you back home so they could talk to Sheriff without raising any suspicion on you. That proved to be pointless since when you got back home you ended back in the car, heading to the police station. Only you weren't going by yourself, you were with Melissa and she was not happy.

You two had reached the police station and other than the occasional questions to see if you were involved, Melissa was silent. Not like she needed to say anything to convey her anger, she was practically dripping in it. Walking into the police station didn't make it better either because down the hallway there was Scott and Stiles, sitting in an interrogation room being informed of the new restraining order against them.

There was a silence between everyone in the room when Sheriff had finished his list, only for his son to be the one to break it, "What about school?"

"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a fifty foot distance."

"Okay, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?" He was met with nothing but a look of irritation from his father, "I'll just hold it."

They were finally let out of the room and now you were witnessing Stiles and his dad going back and forth while you passed by with Melissa and Scott in front of you.

"It's not just this," She had turned him around, "Although, a restraining order is a new low that I didn't think that you would reach quite this soon. It's everything on top of it." By now you had zoned out for a bit since it was all directed at him that is until she got to the punishment.

"Then no... no Stiles."

"What, no Stiles?" You hadn't even realized the boy was behind you until you heard his voice.

"No Stiles! And that goes for you too!" She pointed at you. Your eyes widened as you raised your hands.

"What!? What did I do?"

In the end, Melissa gave her punishment saying she would be in the car after she had come to the conclusion that all this was because of Scott's dad. "I'm the worst son ever," Scott claimed leaning against the wall. Stiles had sighed slumping against the wall as well.

"Well, I'm not exactly winning any prizes either."

~

When you had gotten home, you were laying in bed just trying to sleep despite everything going on. However the buzzing of your phone was very distracting. You finally had enough of the constant disturbance to your attempts to sleep. Grabbing it, the light blinding you slightly, you read the texts from a surprising party.

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This is Derek

Come to the station tomorrow

Urgent

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Great, now you definitely weren't getting any sleep. How did he even get your number? It must have been Isaac, who else could it have been? You closed your eyes, forcing yourself to fall asleep as if it was the last thing you would ever do.

The next morning you found yourself in the one place you never thought you would be back to, the abandoned station. You also never thought you'd be back because Derek, of all people, demanded you to. You let out an unsure sigh as you walked down the rickety stairs for the second time. You could hear the voices of Derek, Erica, and Isaac discussing the full moon.

"Oh my, these look comfortable," you could see Erica picking up chains as she spoke.

"You said you were gonna teach us to change whenever we wanted," Isaac said.

"There hasn't been time," Derek replied as he shuffled through the chest of what was essentially medieval torture devices.

Isaac wasn't in the least bit pleased with his Alpha's answer, "But if you have to lock us up during the full moon, then that means you're alone against the Argents."

"They haven't found us," the Alpha sang walking away.

"Yet! So how about we forget the Kanima?"

"We can't! There was something about the way Gerard looked at it. He wasn't afraid... at all. I don't know what he knows or what he's planning. But I'm sure about one thing, we have to find it first."

"My, my, I always seem to walk in during these big speeches of yours Derek," you bounded your way down the last few stairs catching the three werewolves' attentions.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing here?" The curly haired werewolf didn't realize but his voice made you shiver slightly.

"I was actually just wondering that exact thing," you turned your glance to Derek, "What do you want Derek?"

"You're a Nymph."

Your eyes widened but then your face flipped to confusion, what did that have to do with anything? "Okay, and what about it? How do you even know?"

He pointed to your bag, "The book you held up the last time you were here, your eyes and from what Erica and Isaac told me you did at the school."

You kissed your teeth, "Okay so is that all you called me here for? Just to tell me that you knew?"

"I need something from you."

"No." Your words had cut through the air without any hesitation. Derek tilted his head from irritation, "I know you don't like me-."

"You're right, I don't."

"This isn't for me, it's for them."

You took a pause and then nodded, acknowledging his statement, "I'm not sure if it's true or not but there's a spell that's rumored to have been created to reduce the abilities of werewolves. It was mainly created for purposes like the full moon. Do you think you could find it?" His words made you hesitate, still you gave him an unsure nod, "I think so, I'll need some time though."

Derek nodded in understanding, "Thank you."

"Yeah, sure. I've got to get to school." You turned and made your way towards the stairs trying not to look at Isaac on your way out.

~

When you got to school you met the boys at the library where they were waiting for you and Allison. She had shown up only moments after you did. You saw her slowly walk through the aisles before coming to the point where only one shelf remained between you three and her.

She slid her tablet through the shelf allowing Scott to take it and start to look over the scripture. "It's everything Lydia can translate. And trust me, she was very confused." Scott looked through the books towards her, "Yeah, what'd you tell her?"

"That we're part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." Allison and Scott shared a small laugh as you smiled.

"I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures," Stiles said with awkwardness.

Allison stood shocked, "Oh. Great."

Your hand flew to your mouth to snuffle your laugh that was on the verge of coming out and Stiles gave you a raised eyebrow before glancing at the dark haired girl with a straight smile.

"Okay does it say how to find out who's controlling him," Scott asked.

"Not really. But Stiles was right about the murderers." Queue the spastic boy's small yell of victory. "It calls the Kanima a weapon of vengeance," Allison continued, "There's a story in there about this South American priest who uses the Kanima to execute murderers in his village."

"Alright, see? So maybe it's not all that bad," Stiles remarked.

Allison countered back almost instantly, "Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to." You nodded quickly, "So bad, very bad."

Stiles agreed with you, "All bad, all very, very bad."

"Here's the thing though, the Kanima is actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can't be..." You looked over the Omega's shoulder reading the text, "Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it."

"Okay if that means Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself." You scoffed at Stiles' words, "Seriously, that dude is all sorts of messed up."

Allison raised her head slightly, "What if it has something to do with his parents? His real parents." Scott turned to you and Stiles, "Yeah, does anybody actually know what happened to them?"

You could almost see the flicker of light that turned on in Stiles' eyes,

"Lydia might."

"What if she doesn't know anything," Scott acknowledged the possibility. You rocked your head side to side in thought, "Something tells me Lydia knows a lot more than she lets on."

"Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me, so I'll talk to him myself." You looked at Allison, "He doesn't have one on me either. Do you want me to come with you?" She quickly denied your offer, "No my mom is watching the cameras practically every second, we don't want to draw suspicion."

Scott drew a blank, "Okay, what do I do?"

"You have a make-up exam, remember," She reminded him.

Scott looked over at the two of you for back up, which he never got as shown by the two in sync nods, "Seriously, you desperately need to raise your grades," you added on. The couple went on to have their moment, until Stiles interrupted it with pushing his head through the shelf. After Allison had shoved him back, all four of you went on about your days the best as you could.

Stiles had set out on a mission to get information out of Lydia, Allison was on her way to try and talk to Jackson, Scott went to take his make-up test, and you were trying to not run into a certain tall werewolf.

All morning it felt like he was just everywhere and since you weren't assigned any sort of task you were practically forced to notice. Every hallway you went down, every corner you turned, he was there. It was beginning to irk you. You finally had to come to a stop at your locker and you could already feel that it was a bad decision.

"Hey, beautiful. Been looking for you."

You sighed, slowly closing your locker shut and coming face to face with the same boy who you've been trying to avoid. "Hi, Isaac," he gave a slight pout at your response, "What, no smile? I thought you would be happy to see me." His attitude made you sneer, "Don't play games with me, Lahey. I'll smack you." Your feet slammed into the floor as you walked away, heavy with anger.

"Okay, okay, too much. Seriously, (Y/N), wait up."

"No."

Your response didn't slow him down, in fact, it sped him up. Isaac had jumped forward in front of you, blocking you from leaving.

"Please just talk to me, I'm dying sweetheart," he pleaded.

You stopped and gave him a once over, your arms crossed, "You look fine to me." He groaned out of frustration, you turned once more heading for the opposite direction even if that meant being late for class. "Also, don't call me sweetheart, you don't get the privilege."

He, once again, dashed in front of you finally placing his hands on your shoulders, "Okay, okay, look I know you're still upset at me. I get it, okay, but can we please just talk. We have a killer lizard on the loose, I feel like that's a serious issue."

Your eyes narrowed as you realized what he was actually here for, "You're trying to get me to tell you who it is."

"So, you guys do know."

A scoff traveled out of your mouth with such power it was comedic, "Of course we do and I'm not telling you. Now, will you stop following me?"

"I can't, orders."

"See, again with the orders! This is exactly why I'm mad at you in the first place! Not to mention, you kissing me out of nowhere," you exclaimed. The hallway had pretty much cleared out by now, leaving just you two plus a few skippers.

Isaac's face scrunched up slightly, "What, you're mad because I kissed you?"

Out of reflex your hand shot out, punching his shoulder, "That's all you got from that?" When you didn't receive an answer, just a look of expectation you continued to gripe, "I'm not mad you kissed me. I'm upset because it's messing with my head."

"But you kissed me back," he argued, cluelessly.

You wiped your face out of irritation, "Yes, I know. But-"

A panicked gasp left you as you felt the familiar heat of your eyes glowing and one thought enter your mind.

Allison

"(Y/N)? What's wrong?"

Without much thought or care you shoved passed Isaac, sprinting towards the locker room. You could hear the calls of your name coming from the boy who was now also following after you. It didn't stop you though, nothing did until you got to the locker room door. You threw your body's weight at the closed door, slamming through to see Allison on the floor and Scott throwing Jackson around.

You crouched beside her grabbing her shoulders to gain her attention, "Hey, are you okay?" She nodded shakily and you secured your arms around her in a tight hug.

By now Isaac had arrived coming into the battleground that was the boy's locker room. You saw his head quickly travel from the two fighting boys and then to you, unsure of what to do.

He didn't need to think any longer as Jackson had thrown Scott back through the other door and into the hallway. Allison and you had finally gotten off the floor and rushed out the same door. You found Stiles and Erica already trying to separate the two. Erica had a death grip on Jackson where as it took you, Stiles, and Allison to keep Scott from going back for Jackson.

Isaac was just behind you and Mr. Harris had turned the corner yelling to try and break up the fight. "Hey! ENOUGH! Enough."

"What do you idiots think you're doing? Jackson! Calm down!" Harris had turned to the Omega, addressing him, "Mr. McCall, you wanna explain yourself? Stilinski? (Y/N)?" He had looked to you finally for answers but you couldn't give him any, from the lack of ideas for a lie and the lack of breath you had from trying to hold back Scott.

You felt Isaac gently place a hand on your waist, giving you some much need physical and emotional support.

"You dropped this." Everyone had looked behind them to see Matt holding Allison's tablet out to Scott, which was intercepted from Mr. Harris. "You and you," he started pointing at the two boys who had been fighting, "Actually, all of you... Detention. 3 o'clock."

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After school hours had arrived and the whole lot of you were entering the library for detention. Stiles, Scott, and you had sat at one table; Allison made her way to another just across from you, Jackson and Matt followed her lead. You felt a presence next to you and when you turned you were met with the eyes of the blonde werewolf. You rolled your eyes going back to keeping your attention on the two boys across from you.

You heard the sliding of a chair coming closer to your table and then another body had joined you. Isaac, who had given you a slight smile, did nothing but keep his attention on you.

"We can't be in detention together. I have a restraining order against these tools," Jackson motioned to your two best friends.

Harris had replied back with an undertone of sass, "All these tools?"

"No, just us tools," Stiles answered gesturing to him and Scott.

"Fine. You two, over there." Scott and Stiles moved up to the front table leaving you behind with the Beta wolves. You let out a huff and slumped slightly in your chair. Then Mr. Harris started to make is way to the library's front desk, turning his back away from you. When you saw an opening you quickly and quietly slid out of your chair and into the one right next to Scott.

The werewolf was rocking his body out of anger and pounded his fist onto the table, "I'm gonna kill him." Stiles pointed at the boy, "No, you're not. You're going to find out who's controlling him and then you're gonna help save him."

You cocked an eyebrow, your arms crossed, "But you're more than welcomed to kill the one controlling him, to release your rage."

"No," Scott turned his head back to you two, rapidly shaking his head, "You were right, let's kill him."

"Oh, no," Stiles sighed.

You fixed your posture and changed the subject to try and ease the mood, "So, why were you with Erica?" Stiles gave you his signature sarcastic look, "Really, why were you with Isaac?"

"I asked you first."

"Fine, she caught me in the hall, she might know what happened to Jackson's parents." You nodded satisfied with the answer and with the ease you could start to feel come off Scott. "Now you."

Your eyes snapped up, "What?" Stiles scoffed a laugh, "Why were you with Isaac?" Scott had glanced at you, curiosity in his eyes, he clearly wanted to know as well.

Mumbled words left your mouth as you casted your gaze onto the table. Stiles cupped his hand over his ear mocking you, "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"He found me in the hallway, he didn't want me to be mad at him anymore," you mumbled once more.

Both boys had looked at you in confusion, "The Lydia thing," Scott asked. You shook your head slowly as Stiles had slid his hands onto the table in a questioning motion, "Then what are you mad at him for?"

"He kissed me," you whispered.

There was a tick of silence before Stiles ended it, "Okay forget Jackson, kill Isaac." You groaned, "Stop, you guys, I'm fine. Just confused is all."

"No, no. He doesn't get to just do that after everything he's done and just expect you to be okay with it. He can't play with your emotions like that," argued Stiles. Scott hadn't said anything yet, just had slid his hand into yours and squeezed for comfort.

"It's okay, we'll deal with that when we don't have a killer lizard and a controlling freak to deal with," you concluded.

You three sat in silence for a little while and then ideas started to flow, "Hey." You and Scott both looked at the boy across from you, "What if it's Matt? I mean this whole thing comes back to the video, right?"

"He is kind of a creep," you agreed.

"Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing," Scott argued.

"Exactly! He's trying to throw suspicion off himself," Stiles exclaimed still within a whisper.

Scott looked back to Matt before going back to Stiles, "So he makes Jackson kill Isaac's dad, one of Argent's hunters, and the mechanic working on your Jeep?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"Because..." Stiles' gaze was on the table, "He's evil." You snorted a soft laugh as Scott argued again, "You just don't like him."

"I don't blame him," you added, "he used to always give me these weird looks when he first joined the team."

"That guy bugs me. I don't know what it is," Stiles leaned back in his chair, still observing the odd boy, "Just look at his face." You three looked back to see Matt offering Jackson chips. To which led to the Omega giving Stiles an unconvinced look, "Any other theories?"

You heard Jackson start to make noises of discomfort, followed by Matt and Mr. Harris asking if the boy was alright. Jackson left claiming to just need water and Harris followed closely behind. "No one leaves their seats."

When the door closed behind them, without a word, you three did just what you were told not to do. You got out of your seats and rushed right back to where Isaac and Erica were sitting. Stiles sitting next to Erica, Scott across from her, and you next to Scott, with Isaac on the end.

"Stiles says you know how Jackson's parents died," Scott concluded.

"Maybe."

"Talk," demanded the boy. She put her pen down, closing her book and starting her story, "It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's eighteen."

Stiles interrupted, "So not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even richer at eighteen?"

"Yep."

"There's something so deeply wrong with that," Stiles commented to which you all agreed. "Yeah, try the word morbid, maybe," you added.

"You know what? I could try to find the insurance report in my dad's inbox. He keeps everything."

Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office.

Scott, you and Stiles shared an incredulous look as the boy left for the office, "That cannot be good," you said. Isaac and Erica gave you both odd looks and you raised your hand stopping their questions, "It's a long story."

Erica went back to searching her dad's records, Stiles basically hanging over her shoulder. You turned your attention to the leather jacket wearing boy, who's stare was completely on the table. He directed it to you once you had moved the chair you were using closer to him. At this point you both were inches apart. Isaac leaned his head down slightly so that you were closer to his ear as you talked.

"Why did you follow me," you asked, your finger tracing imaginary circles on the table. His knee nudged yours under the table, clearly trying to get your eyes to look at him, which had worked.

"Because I was worried about you."

You took a sharp breath from shock, your eyes widened slightly. When you gained your composure back you replied, "Isn't that supposed to be my line?"

He breathed of soft chuckle, "I'm serious, sweetheart. You had me worried."

"I told you not to call me that," you said.

"Really, I don't remember that," he had a soft smirk resting on his face.

You scoffed, "Yeah, whatever." His smirk didn't disappear, "You're cute when you're flustered."

You shoved him, "Shut up, you're being dumb. We're in a serious situation, you know?"

"If it's so serious why have you been focusing on me instead of those two over there," he pointed over to the two teenagers who were snooping through emails.

You clasped your fingers together resting your chin on your hands, "Because I'm trying to figure out what your game is."

"My game?"

"Yep, you stopped me in the hallway, you followed me to the locker room which landed you in detention with me, so what's your angle?"

He shrugged leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, "I told you, I was worried. Plus why would I not want to spend time with my favorite girl."

You raised your eyebrows, "Your favorite girl? Didn't realize I meet the qualifications for that title."

"You always did."

Your conversation was cut to a halt when the library door opened with Jackson and Mr. Harris in tow. You looked over to your best friend when you saw an odd look on his face.

"Look at the dates."

You perked up, "Oh, you found it." The responses you got were two nods as Erica began to read the reports, "'Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA. The estimated time of death 9:26 p.m., June 14, 1995.'"

Both yours and Stiles' expressions fell, "Jackson's birthday is June 15th."

A zipping sound was heard as Harris began to close his bag. Everyone around began to follow suit in getting up and grabbing their things when they were interrupted with the man chuckling, "Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, I'm leaving. But none of you are. You may go when you're done with the re-shelving. Enjoy the rest of your evening."

There was a collective groan as the door to the library closed, Mr. Harris on the other side of it. You all sluggishly each grabbed your own stack of books and scattered around. Eventually Scott came back and Stiles, Allison, and you all gathered towards the boy to relay more information to each other.

"It means he was born after his mom died by c-section. They had to pull him out of her dead body," Stiles explained.

"That's gotta take the cake when it comes to childhood trauma," you murmured, sliding a book back onto the shelf.

"So was it an accident or not," asked Allison. Stiles shrugged slightly as he answered, "The word all over the report is 'inconclusive'."

"Then his parents could have been murdered," questioned Scott.

"If they were, then it falls in line with the Kanima myth," Stiles said, "You know? Seeks out of kills murderers."

You had turned back, facing the group as Allison continued to glance at Stiles, "But for Jackson or the person controlling him," she asked softly. Almost out of complete quiet panic Scott said, "We have to talk to him. We have to tell him." Even with the sounds of you three's protests Scott didn't listen as he left the aisle.

Not even a minute later and you could hear crashes, ceiling and electrical falling everywhere. Stiles had grabbed Allison pulling her into him as concrete crashed by. Before you could even register everything, Isaac had come into your aisle wrapping one arm around your waist and the other cradling your head as he did the same thing, pulling you into his chest, away from the falling construction.

Once it was safe to do so Isaac released his grip on you, his hands now cradling your face, "Are you okay," he asked urgently scanning you over to look for any signs of harm. You gave him a shaky nod, your focus and eyesight blurred from the overwhelming situation. Then a crash was heard once more, breaking both of you out of your bubbles.

Scott had been pushed by a half-turned Jackson and back into your aisle. You slowly unraveled yourself from Isaac and crawled over to the trio, in between Stiles and Allison. Now in your line of sight was Jackson at the chalk board. His body was facing away from it, his arm stretched out as he began to scratch at the board. Once his message was complete he jumped out through the window.

STAY OUT OF MY WAY OR I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU

You all slowly walked towards the board in shock. Stiles turned his head and rushed in a different direction. "Hey, hey, hey, hey!" He had Erica in his arms as she grunted and gasped for breath, shaking.

"I think she's having a seizure."

Allison had gone to Matt making sure he was alive, while you three were with Erica. You could see Isaac in the corner of your eye and he was clearly in distress.

"We need to get her to the hospital," you said supporting her body the best you could with Stiles. "Derek," Erica interjected, "Only to Derek."

Scott spoke to Allison and rushed over to the other aisle, "Hey, Scott!" Stiles' attention was back on Erica after his panicked yell. You looked at Scott as he made his way back, picking up Erica.

"I'll stay with her, go." He nodded gratefully before rushing out, Stiles right on his heels.

Isaac made his way towards you and you spoke once more, "You should meet them there, they might need your help." The boy shook his head, "I can't just leave you after everything that just happened."

"I'll be okay, go." He hesitated, before nodding his head and following the same path the boys had just taken.

~

Once you and Allison were sure Matt was gonna be okay, you parted ways. You had once again reached the hide out of the newly formed Hale pack. You could hear voices talking as you reached the bottom of the stairs and walked to the train car.

Inside you saw a exhausted but okay Erica, laying in the arms of Stiles. Isaac and Scott stood to the side while Derek sat nearby the girl as well. "Good, she's alright," you let of a sigh of relief, getting all their attention.

Derek had gotten up leaving the car, Scott following close behind. You couldn't lie, it peaked your interest, so after making one final glance over the blonde girl you left the car as well and reached the duo.

"You know who it is."

"Jackson."

"You just wanted Erica to confirm it, didn't you?"

Derek nodded at the question.

"I'm gonna help you stop him. As part of your pack," Scott stated, giving you a look, you nodded at your best friend in agreement.

"If you want me in, fine. But we'll do it on one condition. We're gonna catch him, not kill him."

"And?"

You made eye contact with the Alpha, "We do it our way."

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a/n: another chapter doneeeeee! yay! I hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think!

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[fe-fictions]

Dimitri with a pregnant Byleth who's feeling super clingy 🥺 like, notices as soon as he gets up from bed, wants to cuddle with him even when they're seated for dinner, always clinging onto his arm when they walk 🥰 she just love husband...

(This was such a cute one!! I had to write it as quick as possible ;;;)

He was starting to notice a strange pattern in the days since you announced your pregnancy. You were still as quiet, calm and reserved as ever, but something notable had changed.

You did not seem capable of leaving his side. 

Dimtri would wake up before dawn, always careful not to rouse you since your day would always start a little later than his. But even in his stealthy attempts to ease from the bed, your arms would wrap around his waist and prevent him from moving any further.

“Must you go so early…?” You mumbled into his nightshirt, nuzzling into his back. Dimitri blushed, startled by the sudden onslaught of affection so early in the morning. But he nodded and smiled softly, covering your hands with his.

“I wish I could stay with you, Beloved. But I cannot; I must maintain my strict schedule, at least for today.”

“Can you alter it later so that you can spend a little more time with me?”

“Do you feel I spend an inadequate amount of time with you?” He paused, turning to look back at you when you slowly slipped away.

Your expression was unreadable, but if he didn’t know any better…there was a pout on you rlips.

“I…just want to spend more time with you.” You managed to mumble,. It took all of Dimitri’s will not to give in and stay right then and there.

“I shall make the neessary arrangements so that we can have more time togehter, than apart. I know we both have unforgiving schedules, but given the current circumstance, I’m sure we can convince our handlers to be a little generous.”

“I would like that,” You smiled up at him, taking Dimitri’s hands into yours. “Will you come back once you finish training?”

“I shall return just as you awaken, again.” He promised, “So please, rest easy. Your body needs it.” He kissed you then, soft and swe. He couldn’t help it; you were positively adorablke!

But sure enough, the cuteness wouldn’t end there.

No, ever since the pregnancy rstarted to become more and more visible, you were spending more and more time with him.

If Dimitri had a meeting, you were present. If he needed to be somewhere for some inane thing in the village, you would acaccompany despite Seteth’s many protests.

In the mess hall, your hand was squeezing his tightly below the table; and on your walks in the gardens and hte courtyard o the monastery, you were resting your head on his arm, your own wrapped tight around his bicep.

It seemed impossible for you to detach from your husband.

Dimitri wasn’t the only one who noticed, of course; the other Lions had started to see it, too. Sylvain was the first one brave enough to mention it, once the king escorted the Bishop-Queen from their counsel meeting for some much-needed bed rest.

“Soo…the Professor seems to be in a strange mood, lately.”

“Well, she’s starting to really show now, isn’t she? It must be the pregnancy that’s affecting her behavior.” Annette figured, watching as the happy couple continued on their diwb tge cirridor. ‘I know tha tpregnancy hormones can have a big impact on having a child. Maybe Byleth becoming more adorable is part of that!”

“Don’t you think it’s a little weird? I don’t think I’ve seen them so much as hold hands in the last two years.” Sylvain insisted. Mercedes simply shrugged, a warm smile on her lips.

“It might be any number of things. Pregnancy hormones have a notable impact on the body and mind; not to mention that she may feel insecure undergoing susch a serious life change. Can you imagine what it must feel like, to go from being an independent mercenary to the queen of a country, and archbishop of a continent. An dnow, she’s an expecting mother, too?”

“Well, when you put it like that…” Sylvain sighed, “No wonder she’s feeling a little clingy.”

“You’re just jealous she’s not snuggling with you.” Ingrid rolled her eyes, “Now enough chittering about the Professor. The least we can do is afford them some grace and respect while they navigate this….new dynamic.”

“So considerate of you, Ingrid,” Annette giggled, garnering a soft blush from the knight.

I the maentime, Dimitri was practically floating in the air, his arm was linked with yours, your head rested on his shoulder, and you were enjoying the sights and sounds of the monastery courtyard in the blissful glow of sunset.

It was like a dream.

“How are you feeling, BeloveD?” He asked in that gentle, warm voice that made you feel soft and safe.

You nodded, resting a hand on your baby bump.

“I feel a little bit hungry, but…I don’t want to move from this spot for a while. It’s beautiful.”

“Shall I go and fetch you something from the mess hall? You needn’t lt yourself be hungry just to satisfy stay in my company. I’d rather you feel full than otherwise while you’re still going through changes.”

“I’m only a little hungry.” You insisted, “Nothing to worry over. I just want to stay with you a while…then we can go eat.”

“Very well. If that is what you wish.” He kissed the top of your head, prompting you to snuggle closer to him. The slight chill in the air nipped at your noses. He draped his cape over your shoulders, drawing you into him as much as possible.

“Please tell me if it’s too cold. We will go inside right away.”

“And risk losing thi stime together? Not a chance.” You shoook your head, “If we go back inside, someone will snatch hyou away for some important thing. I want to stay here as long as possible.”

“You know…I can order them away if they’re truly too demanding of my time, dearest.” Dimitri offered, but you shook your head.

“No…because then it’d seem like you’re shirking your duties. Social convention is so exhausting.” You huffed, making him chuckle.

“Is that why you’ve been staying so close? To try and balance the expectation of being a prominent figure with wanting to be with me?”

“Perhaps. I just…miss you. I wish we could spend time like this together, always. Especially with the baby on the way.” you added, looking down at your belly.

Dimitri looked at you fully, finding the slightest pout on your lips.

“My love?”

“I just…I just want to be a husband and wife for a moment. A little family; no titles or expectations or…anybody else. Just us. Is that selfish?”

“I suppose when you consider our positions, it’s difficult to be selfish. I do not fault you for wishing to be a little indulgent right now.” 

You sighed heavily, “It’s going to get worse once the baby is here. We’ll have to divide our time even further, betwen our duties, each other, and the child.”

“We will make time.” He assured you, tightening the cape around you when another chill blew through the garden. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to raise the baby without being present. My father was always there…I feel it would be wrong not to do the same for my child.”

“It will be a challenge.” He murmured, “And I worry I may not be as capable a parent as your father was. But it is a challenge we will face together…which I believe we will be able to overcome.”

“Really?” You looked up at him so hopefully, it made his heart skip a beat. He beamed at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Of course. I will have to convince some royal council members, and I’m sure the Prime Minister will have some thoughts on the matter.” Dimitri thought aloud, already anticipating Seteth’s displeasure at the thought of the Archbishop spending less time doing her duties.

“So long as we can spend as much time as possible with them…that’s what I want. I want to be with you.” 

His gaze softened at your quiet confession. You were so terribly lovely. How he was able to find his way into your heart would forever elude him.

He cupped your face tenderly, unabel to resist kissing you fully and sweetly.

“I wish to spend every second with you as well, Beloved. And once our child is born, I will feel the very same about them.”

“I’m glad.” You smiled, squeezing his hands when they fell from your cheeks. “Until then, will you…keep indulging me?” 

He laughed, drawing you back into his warm embrace. 

“I shall not leave your side until you cannot stand me any longer! I promise.” 

The two of you remained in the courtyard a while longer, wrapped in each other’s arms and relishing the soft moment as a precious memory.

At least until your stomach growled…then Dimitri gladly escorted you to the mess hall (where you held hands the entire time, much to the chagrin of Felix, who had to sit next to you).

[siilvan]

The people have spoken, and they want PetraxYuri NSFW Alphabet 🤭

PetraYuri NSFW Alphabet

You're officially to blame for me not working on Bloodsport today. I mean, I probably will after this, but you're to blame for it taking longer lmao. Not complaining, like I said privately, I was already planning an NSFW alphabet for Petra and I love talking about these two 🤭🤭

This will cover NSFW subjects (obviously) and briefly touch on some sensitive subjects like SA, abuse, trauma, and PTSD. If that's not for you, feel free to scroll <3

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex.)

After sex, Petra is the type to want to cuddle and bask in the afterglow of it. She thrives off the intimacy and comfort that comes with laying in his arms, especially since sex is a very vulnerable time for her.

For Yuri, he gets very lazy after sex and just wants to cuddle, so they're compatible on that front. Depending on how they're both feeling, they're either spooning, laying with her head on his chest, or vice versa.

They'll get cleaned up eventually, once she's able to drag herself out of his embrace and he's able to let her go. There's plenty of days where the cleanup actually consists of Petra laying in bed while Yuri takes care of her because, despite her protests and insistence that she can handle it herself, he refuses to let her lift a finger.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and their partner.)

For Petra, her favorite body parts on herself are probably her breasts, hips, and thighs. She's pretty genetically gifted on those fronts (PCOS is a curse, but a blessing in terms of giving her extra fat in all the right places), but she also works hard to maintain them. She's also pretty proud of her ass and toned arms, the latter of which she's worked out religiously while trying to keep up with her team.

On Yuri, one of her favorite things about him is his hands. Dexterous, strong, experienced, and the very things that made her discover she has both a hand kink and a tattoo kink lol. She loves it when he touches her and lets her mind drift off to some unholy places that would get her banned from any church in her country. Also, his arms and chest. Strong and warm, she feels safest in his embrace.

For Yuri, his favorite body part of his would probably be his hands or his mouth. He knows he's skilled with his hands and there's few things he enjoys more than making her come undone with just his touch. He indulges in the way the lightest brush of his fingers can make her shiver. Despite him being a fairly quiet person at all times, he's damn good at using his mouth to drive her closer to the edge, whether it be with words of praise or his mouth on her skin.

On Petra, his favorite things are her breasts and thighs. What can I say? He's a simple man who loves having something to hold and squeeze. She's called her tits "stress balls" in the past and he uses them as such, always grabbing and kneading at them like a cat when they're alone (something she's not complaining about, they get heavy and she's happy to let him support the weight) or using them as a pillow instead. His favorite place to rest his head is her lap, though. At the end of a long day, it's all he wants to do, and he's never one to complain about having them wrapped around his head, either. Again, he's damn good at using his mouth.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically.)

Inside. Something they discovered fairly quickly is that inside is where they both wanted it to go. She's got an IUD that she makes sure to replace when needed and takes the pill, they're smart about it. If not inside, then she prefers to swallow or let him paint her stomach and thighs. The latter is messy, so... they tend to clean up quickly despite the sight of it easily pushing them into another round.

D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs.)

Every couple has their secrets... including these two.

The dirty secret they'll always keep close to their chests is how, one time, after they hadn't seen each other in far too long, they just couldn't wait until they were off base to enjoy each other again. It didn't help that they'd be stuck there for at least a few days and they wanted each other now.

A single kiss very quickly led to them hiding in one of the small alleys between buildings, with Yuri holding her up against the wall and Petra biting his shoulder just to keep quiet. It was late, it wasn't like they fucked in broad daylight in the sightline of any poor rookies coming out for a smoke break, but there was a small group that got dangerously close to seeing the pair in a very compromising position.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

For Petra, she's decently experienced. She's unlabeled (with a preference for men), but has slept with both men and women before. After some things that happened in her early teenage years, she was hesitant to approach the subject, but lost her virginity with her ex (mentioned in her backstory) when she was about 21. Since that breakup in 2014, she hasn't been in any relationships, but has had a handful of one night stands over the years – not because she enjoys them, she never has, but she craved any physical comfort she could get during a very dark time of her life.

For Yuri, I firmly believe he's a little less experienced than you'd think. Not because he couldn't easily drag a woman to bed if he wanted to, but he's a busy man who has led a chaotic life. He's had little time and little interest in romance until Petra, but that's not to say he doesn't have any experience at all. He's had one or two longer term partners, a handful of shorter relationships and flings – mostly in his teenage years and twenties – and a couple one night stands, but after he got involved with the special forces and all the convoluted shit that came with working with people like Barkov or Makarov (I'll expand on this in Petra's fic lol), he just didn't have the time or trust for anything.

F = Favorite Position (Self explanatory.)

It might seem basic, but missionary is one they've always enjoyed. The intimacy that comes with being face-to-face, Petra allowing herself to be pinned and trapped under his weight... it's also easy to switch from this to an even better position: a mating press. Thank god for Petra's focus on flexibility in her training, because Yuri will fold her in half once he gets lost in it.

A couple other beloved positions are cowgirl (+ reverse), spooning, and her sitting in his lap in front of a mirror as his fingers work their magic. They usually just go for whatever they're feeling at the time.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Typically speaking, they're a little more serious in the moment. Both Petra and Yuri are people with some... pretty intense trust issues, honestly. It's something that brings them together, but also something that leads to them viewing sex as almost too vulnerable a thing. It leads to overthinking and self doubt, which presents itself as an overly-serious need to please.

As trust builds and they become more secure in not only the relationship and each other, but also in themselves, sex goes from a stressful experience to something far more lighthearted and fun. Petra's a damn tease when she wants to be, always pushing his buttons and egging him on when she wants to play, and Yuri in turn is the type to "discipline" her through edging her for eons (which, she loves, as it just means more time spent under him).

With the fun comes jokes and laughter, and with that comes moments where they pause to appreciate what they have. Breaks between rounds are usually filled with stupid giggling and heavy make-out sessions, they really just can't get enough of each other.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

For Petra, she's seen enough infections and nasty cuts from using a razor or scissors with a fatigued mind in the AFAB patients that have ended up in her care. She prefers to just wax it all off and/or use an in-shower removal cream. It's not that she cares about being bald, she just doesn't want to deal with the maintenance on top of everything else or the discomfort that comes with having hair. It's quick and easy, two of her favorite things.

For Yuri, he didn't particularly care about trimming or maintaining a certain look before he met Petra. He trims his hair because it's what she's comfortable with (and he wants to look good for her, the absolute simp). That being said, one thing Petra does love about him is his body hair – his chest and arm hair is one thing, but it's his happy trail that drives her crazy. It runs right through a sizable scar on his abdomen (five points to anyone who can guess what it's from) and always sends her to her knees.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Their first few times weren't necessarily all-too romantic, per se, because they were both horribly worried about something going wrong. Either they do something wrong that drives the other away, or the other suddenly decides to betray them in their most vulnerable state.

That never happens, though, and things only get more romantic as time goes on. Kissing, hand-holding, pressing their foreheads together, staring into each other's eyes... despite neither of them being much for PDA beyond holding hands when they're somewhere safe, sex is an extremely romantic time for them.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon.)

For Petra, despite having an above-average sex drive, she's never really been one for masturbating. Her mind has a tendency to wander when she tries to fantasize, either to work she feels like she should be doing or to less savory places that completely pull her out of the moment. She's tried watching porn to solve this issue, but it doesn't help – she starts asking herself the most stupid questions, like "Was this was actually made at home, or is the set and camerawork designed to make it look that way?" or "I wonder how much money they're making off my single view?" or, worst of all, her mind still drifts off to those unsavory places.

For Yuri, despite his natural sex drive being a little lower than hers (until he meets Petra, that is), he's a little more forgiving with himself and fulfilling this basic need. When he was younger, he'd jack off at least 2-3 times a week, but after the shit he went through after joining the military, he lost a lot of his desire to do so. He's never been the type to watch porn because he finds it awkward, nor is he going to be an idiot and try to jack off when someone could walk in, so he's gone incredibly long stretches without it. Like I said before – until he meets Petra. Even before they got together, he was making himself come undone to the thought of her several times a week.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks.)

Voice kink. He's not much of a talker, but he's happy to spout any filth or praise, so long as it keeps her whining and keening for him.

Praise. Self explanatory, this goes both ways.

Breeding/creampies. Even if they're not explicitly saying it, they both love it.

Overstimulation. This usually happens in the form of Yuri driving Petra into a sobbing mess, but she loves how sensitive he can get.

Edging. They like testing each other. Again, usually Petra's the one on the receiving end.

Phone sex/mutual masturbation. These go hand-in-hand, specifically when they're forced apart by their responsibilities.

Marking. Bites, hickeys, bruises – they try to keep it to spots easily hidden by clothing, but occasionally someone gets a little too eager and forgets that.

(Light) bondage. This is one that took a decently long time for them to build up to. Between her existing trust issues and her prior assault, it was a bit of a challenge for Petra at first, but Yuri is a patient man happy to wait for her to be ready.

Nicknames. Mainly for her. He could add "my" in front of almost anything and send a shiver running down her spine. One "good girl" is all it takes to get her going some days.

Grinding. Okay, I'll admit it: there are times these two barely reach taking their clothes off. He loves watching her chase her high on his lap or thigh, and she loves watching his resolve break while he's still fully-dressed, sometimes even in some of his gear.

Sleepy sex. Whether it's before bed or (preferably) after they wake up, they love it. They yearn for every domestic moment they can get.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do.)

Somewhere private, ideally. If they're somewhere with less privacy, like base (whether it's 141, Chimera, etc.) or otherwise a more public place, they try to behave. If there's a room they can safely sneak off to and lock the door behind them, though? It will be used. Their respective offices and bedrooms are their usual spots, if they just can't resist.

At home (because eventually they'll live together off-base), though, no spot is off-limits. Bedroom, couch, kitchen counters, dining table, shower, desk, against the wall, on the floor... it's a challenge to think of where they haven't fucked, honestly.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going.)

They're both major teases once they get more comfortable (and even a little before), so that's usually what leads to one of them breaking and dragging the other to the bedroom, if they even make it that far.

For Petra, what gets her going pretty much 100% of the time is watching Yuri do something with his hands. It can be something as mundane as him filling out paperwork or cleaning a gun, or something as intentional as him running his hands along her curves. Seriously, major hand kink on this one.

For Yuri, what never fails to get him going are the damn doe eyes Petra gives him whenever she's in the mood. She doesn't realize when she's doing it, but the way she looks up at him through her lashes and subtly pouts her lip, it's impossible to resist. Also, just watching her bend over or stretch can do wonders for his imagination and force him to drag her away to "share" his thoughts with her.

N = No (Something they won’t do, turn-offs.)

Anal. It's just not for them (or me lol).

Pain. Some low levels of it is okay, I did say that they love marking and a spank or two isn't unheard of, but they've endured enough pain in their lives already. They're each other's safe places, where they can be confident that every touch will be with nothing but love under their fingertips, they don't want to be hurt or hurt each other.

Threesomes+. Now, while this is subject to change in some fics because I'm an author with whorish thoughts, these two don't like sharing each other. It's not that they're possessive and jealous, they're just... protective and jealous. Petra's only time with more than one person (only one was involved in a sexual sense, but there was another participating) was non-consensual, so it's a "no" for her.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

In the past, she was used to giving and seldom receiving. She just felt awkward having all the attention be on her and she always felt bad over how long it took her to get off. That stopped being acceptable after these two got together. If there's one thing Yuri loves, it's having her thighs clamped around his head as he spends ages between her legs. No amount of time is too long, he's patient and so very methodical when it comes to getting her off.

Like I said before, Petra was always used to being the one giving, and she expected much the same with Yuri. There is some awkwardness thanks to his size and worries about hurting her, but once they get more comfortable? She'll be waiting for him in his office with her hair tied back. It's all about give and take, they never let the other spoil them without returning the favor. It doesn't usually take long for her to get him off this way, though – the mere sight of her kneeling on the floor, staring up at him with those doe eyes seeking approval, with her spit dripping down his length... yeah, that's really all it takes.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual is preferred most of the time. Sex is a time for them to let go and be their most vulnerable selves, so they like to take their time with it. That being said, Petra likes it rough when she's frustrated and just wants her mind wiped clean at the end of a long day – she gets off on the way Yuri can manhandle her so easily, and he can't get enough of the way she mindlessly babbles his name and scratches at his back whenever he fucks her into the mattress.

Basically, it depends on their mood. Slow and sensual, fast and rough, slow and rough... the latter is probably their favorite, honestly. Nothing makes her arch her back off the bed and dig her nails into his skin like those long, deep thrusts that come with it.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are not uncommon, surprisingly. Once these two get a taste of each other, it's like all the years of neglecting themselves pours out and their sex drives skyrocket.

They're both high-ranking officers well-respected by those under their command and workaholics in desperate need of a proper vacation, getting caught in such a position is a nightmare for both of them (mainly for Petra, Yuri cares less about respect).

If they're miraculously at base at the same time for an extended period of time, chances are, they'll sneak into each other's rooms or find somewhere to meet pretty regularly. Getting to take their time is always preferred, though.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Besides their hard no's, they're generally willing to experiment with new things. It's all part of feeling safe with each other and trusting the other not to do anything without their consent. Also, preferably somewhere private, just in case something does go poorly and they need time to recover.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Anyone who has been subjected to my Yuri rambling knows one thing about this man: He's got infinite fucking stamina. He can go for several rounds and still be ready and eager for more – he enjoys seeing how long he can last.

Part of what earned Petra her callsign is the way she can get beat down and always get back up. Yes, this extends to sex for her. It takes a long time and a lot of effort to properly tire her out, so these two can and will go for an egregiously long time whenever they get their hands on each other. Seeing how long they can last and who tires out first is a game for them at this point.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

After the way she was raised, Petra felt very awkward and ashamed when it came to things like pleasing herself. She never really had toys of any kind because of it – on the rare occasion she'd masturbate, it was usually with her hands or the shower head, if she was desperate. She tried using toys with her ex, but he was the type to insist that he "didn't need the help."

With Yuri, she expected the same response. When she bought herself a small vibrator in an attempt to start pleasing herself when he wasn't around, the part of her that still felt guilty and ashamed over it made her keep it hidden from him.

However, once he found it, he didn't let it go unused. It was something they introduced slowly, but now he loves using it when he's edging or overstimulating her.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease.)

Like I've said a few times already, they're both major teases once they get more comfortable with each other. They're not mean about it (most of the time, at least), but they love riling each other up and seeing just how far they can push each other before they snap. Flirting, lingering touches, whispered innuendos... Petra almost died of embarrassment the first time she sent him a photo of herself, but Yuri's reaction to it made the embarrassment well worth it. Nowadays, she's happy to send him photos and videos, and he even surprises her by sending some in return.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

At first, she was too shy to make much noise. Labored breaths and soft whines were all he got out of her, with her covering her mouth whenever she worried about getting too loud. Yuri didn't accept this, though. He'd pin her hands with his own and drag such sweet sounds out of her – drawn-out whimpers and moans, high-pitched whines, sharp gasps and stuttering breaths. Every breathless "yes," "please," "more," and "Yura..." reminded him that the wait was worth it.

Likewise, he was damn near silent at first. Partially because he was focused on listening to her, and partially because he wasn't used to someone wanting to hear him. Every low grunt and growl that left his lips, every moan that she practically begged him for, every breath of his that fanned across her skin... The only sound she enjoys more is his voice and the words he says to her. When he seems to forget any language but his native tongue, with praise and sweet words in Russian and broken English being all he can muster, that is when she knows he's finally let go to be with her fully.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character.)

For Petra: She's used to being the caregiver, both in her career, her platonic relationships, and her romantic relationships. With her ex, she was frequently giving without receiving much in return. With her one night stands, there was little to no aftercare provided to her. Because of this, she's always desperately sought out someone who would take care of her instead. After finding this in Yuri, she started letting herself fall into a more submissive state. She still cares for him like she always did for her past lovers, but it's more 50/50 now.

For Yuri: Some selfish and possessive side of him has a dream of being more open about their relationship. They don't hide it, but they limit themselves on PDA and don't often disclose their relationship to people they can't trust not to use the information against them. The thought of sitting at his desk or in a meeting with her on his lap, or even going so far as to get caught in the act just so people will see how well he takes her... it's a nastier fantasy that he keeps to himself (she knows, she can read him like a book) for both of their sakes.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Petra's fit and has a strong body thanks to a lifetime of training. Despite this, she's naturally fairly curvy and has PCOS, so she carries more fat than most people who live similar lifestyles. Most of it is concentrated in "ideal" spots, thankfully – thighs, hips, ass, and tits. Her bra size is 34DD (the joys of her body claim being a model lol) and her breasts are quite heavy, so she tries to control them with sports bras and tight-fitting clothing. Surprisingly, she's got nice shoulders from all the strength-building she's done to keep up with the rest of her team. Carrying medical supplies on top of the regular gear she needs has helped in her maintaining that look, too.

Yuri, on the other hand, is broad. Strong shoulders and a broad back, well-defined after years of military service. He's not some dehydrated, rigid bodybuilder, he's a man who eats well and takes care of himself – he's not soft and still has well-defined abs, but there's some fat over his muscles that just makes him look even bigger (did I mention he's around 6'2"/188 cm in the reboot?). He's littered in scars, both big and small, with his biggest being the older wound on his center stomach. I don't care that the reboot took away his tattoos, he still has them to me. Also: Uncut. 6.6 inches/16.8 cm length. 5.2 inches/13.2 cm girth. Sits heavy and low, even when hard. I will not elaborate further (yes I will).

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Both of them thought their sex drives were fairly low before meeting each other. For Petra, it came from a place of shame and unfavorable past experiences, whereas for Yuri, it came from a place of sheer exhaustion and never having the time to even consider that side of himself.

Once they find each other, though? It's like those years of neglect jump out and force them to act. They will go several times a night, several nights a week, and still crave more. The more comfortable they get and the more the relationship develops, the more their hunger for each other grows. There's times it feels almost scary, just how badly they need each other once they get attached.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards.)

Depends on the circumstances (at work, at home, stress, fatigue, etc.) and how long they went for. On a good night, they're passing out while tangled up in each other's embrace not long after getting cleaned up. On nights that are a little less idealistic, though, they'll stay up talking about whatever comes to mind – because, a dull conversation is usually leagues better than the things keeping them awake – and trying to appreciate every moment they have together.

Sleep usually comes to them eventually (because there are nights where the best thing they can ask for is some hours of peace), even if it claims one of them faster than the other. They're each other's safe haven and each other's home, there's nowhere else they'll ever have an easier time finding reprieve.

[lullaebies]

Aegon III/Jaehaera prompt/request: Jaehaera is with their kids (maybe they're in the godswood playing) and Aegon ends up joining them?

(also Alicent is alive because why not? And if two of their daughters could be named for their moms I think that'd be cool)

“Get down from the tree at this instance, young lady,” Alicent warns, face lifted to look at the very branches of the heart tree. 

Jaehaera snaps her head back. Her grandmother had been a great aid with her daughters, but sometimes they grow rambunctious beyond belief. Helaena and Rhaenyra are seven now, and their elderly grandmother had struggled to keep pace. Alicent’s now grey hair has blended somewhat unremarkably between her silver-haired family, but it is hard to match with a dragon-spirit.

“No,” Helaena answers, hugging the thick branch of the tree, silver strands cascading down, hanging in the air. “I like it here.”

Jaehaera frowns at her from below. She had been busy braiding Rhaenyra’s hair with all the flowers she wanted in it. Helaena was supposed to wait her turn, but alas, she would not. “We said no climbing, Helaena!”

Her daughter sticks out her tongue, managing to sit up on the branch fearlessly. 

“I will get a Kingsguard,” Alicent says after trying to lift her hands to reach her; the heart tree is stocky rather than tall, but her hands are too short. “I will not have you falling down this branch!”

“I never do!” The girl answers, dignified.

Jaehaera ties off Rhaenyra’s braid, and the girl stands up, looking at her sister. “Yes you do!” she says, while swishing around her braid proudly. “Grandma will get Mister Willy to get you!”

Jaehaera tries to maintain a serious demeanor. Ser Willis Fell will never vanquish this silly nickname. Jaehaera lifts herself to come by the tree. “It is time to get down, Helaena.” 

“Don’t wanna,” the girl repeats in giggles, stuck to the tree like a cicada. Her little stubborn girl. This Helaena is not her mother, but she can’t help but feel stressed at the idea of her falling. Jaehaera is sure her grandmother feels similarly; only a few years ago she had refused to leave her rooms, still. 

“Papa,” Rhaenyra suddenly exclaims, running towards an incoming figure and hugging his leg. “Helaena climbed the trees again!” 

Aegon, patting gently against her head, hums. “And is making far too many people beg again, is she?”

“Yes!” 

Jaehaera turns around to him, a little sigh escaping her when her husband comes by her side. “She was supposed to be waiting her turn for a braid.”

Aegon hums. “The first mistake was expecting her to wait,” he says, and after some pause, kisses the side of her head. He’s been opening slowly to all touch since their daughters grew up.

They’ve come into a good place in their marriage, this last year. He tries to reach out more, even when her grandmother still turns stony whenever he comes around. Alicent curtsies at him respectfully, but is clearly concerned more by her granddaughter to spare him too much of her gaze. She lifts her arms again. “Helaena, come down.”

Aegon gives Jaehaera one glance, before he steps forward between grandmother and granddaughter. “Let me,” he says, and he lifts his arms himself. Alicent’s brown eyes squint at him, but move aside. He actually reaches the legs the girl had been swinging, and she giggles. “Jump to me, daughter? I’ll catch you.”

Helaena licks her lips. Her deep amethyst eyes have a happy glint to them. This is just a way to fly for her. The girl lifts herself off the branch, and falls, but into her father’s safe arms. He catches her in a big hug.

“There we go,” he says, smiling at his daughter as he turns back to Alicent. “Now we all can be calm.”

Her grandmother still struggles with Aegon at times, but her brown eyes turn softer then, holding her wrinkled hands together as she watches her chuckling granddaughter. Alicent gives him a nod and speaks gently. “Thank you, your Grace.”

Aegon nods back at her, gracefully humble. Looking back at Helaena, he holds the strands of her hair. “Do you want your hair braided too, now?”

Helaena glances at Rhaenyra, and they share some mischievous look. “No,” she says. “Papa’s turn.”

“Papa’s?” he asks, and before Jaehaera knows it, Rhaenyra tugs on her hand and rushes her to her father. Helaena is already tugging on Aegon’s hair. 

“Papa’s turn, papa’s turn!” Rhaenyra repeats, and Jaehaera laughs at the look on her husband’s face. Oh, he’s positively shocked, almost speechless as he realizes there is no escape.

Jaehaera brings a hand to his shoulder. “Your turn, husband,” she tells him. “Sit down, if you may.”

“..If you ask so kindly, I suppose I must,” he says in soft exasperation as Helaena already tugs on some of his strands. He hardly ever breaks into a smile, but there is a tug on the corners of his lips. He sits down, and lets Jaehaera and their daughters come around him. Jaehaera runs a hand through his hair gently, hoping he knows she is glad for this, too.

Her grandmother sits slightly farther away, watching all throughout, any frown or scowl notably absent. Later, when Jaehaera escorts her back to her rooms, Alicent gives her an old book. Beautifully illustrated, but not well tended to — it seems a page of it is missing. 

“You should read it, with your husband and the girls,” she tells her. “The kindest of days are those passed with stories told at the shade of the heart trees.”

[embarrassedanon]

Bare on the Bus

Carlos was fed up with the indignities of being the rugby team’s “equipment manager.” Having slept through the job fair after an all nighter, this glorified towel boy role was the only work-study option left that helped him maintain his scholarship.

He loathed the endless practices and the jockstraps and musky towels lobbed at him in the locker room. The guys on the team treated him like he didn't exist. They were all too happy to seem him degraded as he was forced to clean up after them. He didn't come to university for this, he longed to be in the lab.

On one of his few off days he developed a plan to get at back at the guys. Carlos had been tinkering with some nanobot prototypes since he got to campus and by the time the end of the rugby season approached he knew they were ready to execute his master plan.

The team was being bussed downtown to a banquet at a hotel ballroom. The team was dressed to the nines and somehow the task of laundering their suits fell to Carlos. Of course today he didn't mind the grunt work, mixed in with the copious loads of laundry were millions of indestructible microscopic robots ready to eat through their clothing at a moments notice.

When the coach threw in his suit as a last minute addition Carlos was too happy to oblige.

When they were a comfortable distance from campus, and Carlos was certain the bus driver wouldn't turn around, the wheels were in motion.

Showtime!

As Carlos activated his robot army he noticed the jovial tone in the bus falter a bit as many of the athletes felt a strange itchiness take hold. It only took a few minutes for that falter to turn into a full panic. Soon large patches of skin began appearing through suit pants and sports coats.

"Bro what's happening?"

"Dude I can see your entire back!"

"Man your thighs are totally exposed!"

Carlos laughed to himself as the guys who wouldn't even give him the time of day were reduced to hysterical messes. Most of the bus now found themself clad only in their underwear.

Coach lumbered out of his seat towards the back of the bus in a pair of too-tight Ralph-Lauren briefs that left a bit of his butt cheeks exposed. Several of the guys on the team were snickering at his exposure, even though in the aisle many of them would be equally exposed.

"Bus driver we've got to go back to campus!" he implored.

"No can do Coach, traffic is a nightmare, and I'm off at the top of the hour, it's a union thing!"

"Well you can't expect my guys to go to the gala like this, they're practically naked."

"Not my problem."

"Hey, show some respect, I've won three national championships for this school you can't talk to me like that!" The coach fumed.

"I'm showing you as much respect as someone whose ball slipped out of his tightey-whities deserves." This garnered a big laugh from the team as the coach sheepishly readjusted himself and returned to the aisle with a incandescent blush.

Carlos could see the coach and the few smarter members of the team starting to panic as they rounded the corner just a few blocks from the venue. Time for phase two! The laughter was once again cut off, this time by more decidedly panicked noises as the nanobots began eating away at boxers, briefs, and jockstraps galore.

Faster than the first initial stripping, almost everyone on the bus was naked. Too absorbed in their own nudity, none of them even noticed Carlos fully dressed at the front of the bus.

These guys had all seen one another naked in the locker room, but they were so caught off guard this felt totally different. Their hands kept vacillating between covering their dicks and their asses. They scurried around the bus in an humiliated frenzy.

As the bus reached a hard stop several of the guys up in the aisle ran into one another, faces collided with asses and asses collided with dicks.

"Alright, I'm off in 5 minutes, every body off the bus! Someone will be here to get you in 3 hours."

The team, terrified of their newly realized fate, scrambled to the back of the bus to hunker down and resist getting off the bus.

“Have it your way then,” the bus driver said with a wink to Carlos as he pressed the button to open the emergency exit at the back of the bus exposing the team to everyone on the street.

[foralternateuniverses]

Acechiji A Whisker Away au

Prompt given by @loopyarts while talking about Ichiji + cats combo in the server, so ofc I had to run with the idea.

FIRST. BACKSTORIES.

Ace:

Roger was a bit of an absent father due to work, Rogue was the main caretaker, but she died when Ace was like 5, then he ended up in Dadan's care, with Sabo and Luffy.

Sabo was taken in by Roger because of the neglect he suffered from his bio parents, but since he was basically send to Dadan immediately Ace didn't hold anything against him.

Finally, when Ace is like, 14-16, Roger retires and returns home, with Raleigh. Since he's the legal guardian of both Ace and Sabo he takes both home, Luffy stays with Dadan, tho they're still pretty much neighbors so they see each other daily (and at school).

Ace is not happy.

Vinsmokes:

Sora and Judge divorced when the boys were like 4-5, but since Sora died when they were 8, they went back to being under Judge's care, as Zeff could not claim guardianship of the kids.

Sanji kept running away to stay with Zeff as much as possible, Judge just gave up on him, although he still scolds him from time to time, like Sanji, Reiju is mostly left ignored, as is Yonji, who learnt to keep as much to himself.

Generally speaking, they have a lot of leeway as long as they help Judge maintain his image and obey, good scores, athletic and artistic, keep the image of prodigy; and Judge also has his hands tied due to the records Sora left of abuse, having sued him previously, and winning the case, he only has the kids now cuz he's their only family left, Zeff (and everyone from the Baratie, basically) is keeping and eye on him tho.

Niji and Sanji are the ones who fight the most with Judge, Yonji and Reiju tend to keep to themselves, and Ichiji, well, he's his golden child, so extra pressure on him.

The one time he ever disobeyed his father (and was caught) was when he took Nyasha in, he convinced his siblings to help him keep the cat in secret (he had done so on his own at first) but Judge ended up finding out sooner than later, he destroyed everything Ichiji had bought the cat (along with some other Stuff that Ichiji held dear) and ended up hitting Ichiji when he jumped in to protect Nyasha from receiving Judge's violence. Reiju had to hold Niji back from jumping Judge, Sanji ran to get Zeff and Yonji went to check on Ichiji. Judge left with the threat and order "either you get rid of that thing or I'll do it myself" so they took Nyasha to Zeff, who had to be held down from going to the police ("you won't get custody, so we'll be sent to the system and separated, I rather we stay together, we just need to hang on for a little longer")

Reiju wants to take custody of her siblings once she turns 18, it will be hard but she'll be damned if she doesn't try, and well, Zeff and the Baratie staff will help and support her.

All this happens before Acechiji (ASL+1234 ) finally meet (at school).

A messy lineless sketch cuz I was running out of drawing juice

ASL & 124 meet officially thanks to Sanji getting adopted into Luffy's friend group (Reiju knew of Ace and Sabo but hadn't really interacted with them).

Ace caught Ichiji's attention before meeting though.

It doesn't take too long Acechiji to start their, lest call it courting, but it goes a snails pace because Ichiji's fears regarding Judge, which leads to a lot of mixed signals and confusion, until they finally have their little fight in the festival and Ace walks off and ends up getting the mask.

The fight being: Ichiji responds positively to his advances, not always tho, he's kind of sending mixed signals.

So they're out with their friends in the festival and, as usual, Ichiji responds positively to Ace's flirtations, to the point where Ace finally had the courage and, while they're alone on the back, ignored by the people surrounding them, Ace gives him a very brief peck on the cheek, but Ichiji responds the most negatively he has ever reacted. Suddenly very anxious (Judge may not be homophobic but he is very classist and controlling .Ichiji is worried that if Judge found out the man would just straight up send him to an abroad school or something, and Ichiji likes his life there, his siblings, Zeff and the Baratie, his friends, and well, Ace.), he covers his cheek and looks around, he scolds Ace for what he did, both blushing in embarrassment and anger.

Ace thinks that Ichiji is ashamed of him or sth, brings up the mixed signals, but Ichiji closes himself off, so Ace ends up walking off on his own, the most angry he has ever been at Ichiji, and a little heartbroken too.

That's when he meets the salesman, and puts on the mask.

Ichiji finds him because, after cooling down, he thought about everything and went to look for Ace, to maybe try and talk things out, maybe tell Ace the truth about everything, instead he finds a black kitten.

Like in the movie, Ace keeps turning into a cat to finally see all that Ichiji is hiding from him, specially since things have become awkward with Ichiji (there's some self sabotage going on on Ichiji's side and well, Ace can't simply reveal whatever little he has learnt).

Also, we will only see the mask seller twice or thrice, when he gives the mask to Ace with the time limit warning, later when he reminds him of the deal and having suggested telling Ichiji the truth and ends up taking Ace's human face as a mask, and when the time limit comes.

Nyasha takes Ace's place, he's mad at Ace and has an argument with him when Ace goes after him to get his face back ("I'll make sure to make him happy! And if I have to become you to do so, then I will! I will succeed where you failed him!") but seeing Ichiji's (and honestly all of the siblings and Baratie's) sadness and desperation at Nyasha's disappearance shows him how loved and needed he is.

The turning point of the story comes with Ace's arrival to the Vinsmoke household, seeing how they live helps Ace understand the cause of Ichiji's reluctance and mixed signals to their relationship, as well as help him grow an appreciation to his own guardians (his dad and Raleigh, after all, they do try, you know?), however is around here when the mask seller reappears and takes his face, since Ace had the brief idea that he would only be able to be with and make Ichiji happy as Spade (until the full truth of it all finally comes out and he also grows that appreciation towards his dad and his dad's boyfriend).

With the arrival of the festival, he grows desperate and goes to the other place in search of the mask seller.

Nyasha also tells Ichiji the truth and with all the changes and everything, Ichiji hardens his resolve to fight for his relationship with Ace, so he insists on going to save him. Nyasha, ofc, agrees.

They finally catch up to each other and find the mask seller to settle everything, it seems like the mask seller will let them do as they please, but he takes Ace's mask and it disappears ("But you said you needed to be 'Spade' to make him happy, didn't you? I would never let you regret turning back into a human and losing everything you have with him, leaving him on his own in that awful, awful house") the mask is hidden somewhere in the tree of life and they need to find it, there are no hints to where it could be though.

They barely managed to find it on time, but Ace is still a bit hesitant, the mask seller and Nyasha's previous words did get to him, but Ichiji finally pours his heart out to him.

They finally return together with Nyasha and everyone celebrates together, both Nyasha's reappearance and Acechiji getting together (they will help them keep their relationship secret for as long as possible).

Niji is the least happy with their union, but that's just how he is with his siblings, the mother hen.

Finally, the moment Reiju turns 18, she moves out to a place nearby that Zeff helped her get, and she both studies and works part time at the Baratie, and proceedings begin. Having saved a lot of money (and with Zeff's support, again) she gets custody of her brothers and puts a restraining order on Judge, forcing him to move to another city.

Ace also starts bonding with his dads, specially because they found out about his relationship with Ichiji and not only helped keep it secret, but also helped Reiju settle and win the court cases. They become another safe heaven for the Vinsmoke siblings.

And everyone lived happily ever after.

The end.

Plus a little scene.

He wiggled, because he needed to. It was hot under the sweater and his face was smushed against Ichiji's chest; his hearing revealed the fast beating of the redhead's heart. So he either combusted or wiggled.

"Shh, keep still"

Ace was, once again, squished against Ichiji's body. Being hidden under Ichiji's sweater as he was, his vision was very limited, but, based on what he could make out with his hearing, they had entered a house.

"What were you doing out so late?" He heard Reiju ask.

"Homework"

"Get off his ass Reiju" he heard Yonji farther away "dad's not home tonight anyway, let the guy be"

Reiju sighed.

"And Sanji?"

"He's staying at Zeff's again" answered Niji "He should just stay there forever at this point"

"Don't say that" scolded Reiju.

"Why not?" Yonji again "He's happy there, if it were me I would take the opportunity to never return, would dad even care?"

"I don't think he would even notice" followed Niji. Someone snorted.

"So dad's not coming back tonight?"

Reiju answered "there was an accident in the lab with one of Caesar's projects so he's staying the night there to try and solve it, I doubt he'll be back tomorrow"

The sweater's zipper was pulled down to reveal a brightly lit and spacious living room. Yonji and Niji sat together on the longest sofa, notebooks open on the low table in front of them. Reiju stood behind with a mug in her hands. They all turned to Ichiji, who, firmly yet gently, held Ace in his arms.

"Oh, Ichiji, no" Reiju frowned with pity "you know dad won't allow it"

"Just for tonight"

"That's what you said last time" complained Niji, his frown mirroring Reiju's.

However, Yonji stood up, face bright, and walked to his older brother. Ace slapped the approaching hand.

Yonji cooed "So cute"

Ace purred at the feeling of Ichiji scratching the back of his ear, he looked up and found a very small smile on the redhead's face, softening his expression.

"He is, he's also very friendly"

Yonji nodded and tried to join in the scratching, but Ace caught the limb in his maw. Yonji laughed.

"Do you want to play?"

Niji groaned "Oh, come on, Yonji, don't add fuel, you know the cat can't stay"

"Maybe Zeff can take him in, at least, I want to make sure he finds a nice home"

"Zeff only took Nyasha in because we had no time to find another person to take him in and it was either that or dad would get rid of him on his own" said Reiju, leaving her mug on the low table.

"And because you literally cried and begged him for hours" added Niji.

"Sanji was the one crying" Ichiji defended himself.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night. The point is, Zeff won't take in another one of your cats, not even if you, Yonji, me, Reiju or even Sanji cry and beg, that old geezer's number one priority is his restaurant"

"And Sanji" Yonji jumped in.

"Don't interrupt me, moron. So I suggest you put that back where you found it"

Ichiji clicked his tongue "mind your own business, number two"

"O-Hey-"

Ichiji walked past everyone, ignoring their calls, and took Ace to his room.

[bloomingdayswithyou]

Could I request a haechan x male reader fanfic with some angst? anyways have a nice rest of your day!

Shadows of the Heart

Pairing: Haechan x m!reader

Words: 550

Warnings: angst with a happy ending

A/N: sorry if it's too bad since I took so long to post it. Hope you enjoy anyways!

The deafening cheers of fans echoed through the stadium as the K-pop group NCT 127 took the stage, their energy contagious. Among the members of the group, Haechan stood out with his charismatic presence. But there was a secret hidden beneath that radiant exterior, one known only to a select few.

You were one of those few—a fellow idol, a friend, and something more. For months, you and Haechan had shared stolen moments of affection behind closed doors, away from the prying eyes of fans and the relentless scrutiny of the media. It was a love that had blossomed slowly but deeply.

As NCT 127's popularity soared, rumors began to circulate. Whispers of your close friendship with Haechan reached the ears of fans and reporters alike. The pressure was mounting, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain the facade of mere friends.

One evening, in the dimly lit corner of a cafe, Haechan's hand trembled as he held his coffee cup. "m/n, we need to talk," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You looked into his eyes, noticing the worry and fear that had replaced his usual cheerfulness. "What's wrong, Haechan?"

He hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke, "The rumors... they're getting worse. Our management is concerned, and so are our fans. They want to know what's going on between us."

Your heart sank. You had known this moment would come eventually, but that didn't make it any less painful. "What are we going to do?"

Haechan's fingers intertwined with yours beneath the table. "I don't want to lose you, m/n. But I also don't want to ruin our careers."

The weight of his words hung in the air, suffocating the love that had been nurtured in secret. With a heavy heart, you nodded. "I understand, Haechan."

In the days that followed, you and Haechan decided to distance yourselves from each other, at least publicly. It was a decision that tore at both of your hearts, and the pain of separation was almost unbearable.

As the weeks turned into months, the ache of missing Haechan grew, and you found solace in your individual successes. The world saw you as rising stars in your own right, but deep inside, you both felt like something was missing.

One rainy evening, as you rested in your apartment, a text message notification broke your reverie. It was from Haechan: "Can we meet?"

Your heart raced as you typed a quick reply, "Of course. Where?"

Underneath the dim glow of a streetlamp, you and Haechan stood facing each other, raindrops falling around you. The years apart had changed you both, but the love that had never truly faded remained as strong as ever.

"I missed you," Haechan admitted, his voice trembling.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you stepped closer to him, unable to resist any longer. "I missed you too, Haechan."

In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you standing in the rain, holding each other as tightly as you could. You realized that no matter the challenges or consequences, your love for Haechan was worth the sacrifices.

As the rain continued to fall, you whispered, "We can't hide forever, Haechan."

He nodded, determination in his eyes. "I know."

.

.

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[oh-no-another-idea]

15 question OC interview [Fynn edition] 🕑

Tagged by all the lovelies @ghost-town-story @fanged-solace and @willtheweaver -- thanks, guys! I love writing these they're so fun :) Today we're going to interview Fynn!! I'm very excited for this as his character recently got a bit of a behind-the-scenes makeover and has some new backstory. :)

Previously on, in case anyone wants to view, are Antonio's interview, and Paris's.

"We gather here today..." Antonio intones, holding his notepad and lantern as though he is the sole survivor of a doomed expedition in the jungle. "For a bold and momentous occasion."

"Speak for yourself," Paris says, leaning against the wall behind him. "Some of us gather for the entertainment." "Being me," Fynn says dolefully, trying not the clutch the armrests of his chair so tight that he ruins the fabric.

Are you named after anyone?

Not a terrible question to start off with, all things considered. "Yes," Fynn says. "My grandfather. He died when I was only a few years old."

When was the last time you cried? And a terrible second question. Fynn eyeballs Antonio, but he just looks normal. Which is to say, like an utter loon. Behind him, Paris and Velia knock their shoulders together. Only Lewis has some measure of sympathy on his face. Probably because he knows he'll be next before too long. "I don't remember," Fynn lies. He did remember. It had been the night before he'd decided to leave the city. Antonio raises an eyebrow but scribbles the answer down.

Do you have kids? "Booo," Velia says loudly. Antonio twists around in his seat to glare at her. "My older sister has children," Fynn says before either of them can start a fight. "I've only met the oldest two. They are some of my favorite people in the world."

Do you use sarcasm?

Fynn sighs. "Alas yes."

What's the first thing you notice about people? "I don't really," Fynn apologies. He tries not to wilt under the four confused gazes suddenly latched on him. "I'd make a terrible detective." "Not at all?" "Leave him alone, Antonio," Lewis says, and what do you know, Antonio moves on.

What's your eye color? "--I don't know," Fynn says, thrown. When has he ever noticed, or cared? Lewis scurries over and kneels before him. "Gray," he says. "Like steel beams. Or coal smoke." Fynn smiles down at him. Lewis winks.

Scary or happy endings? "I don't like endings," Fynn says honestly.

Any special talents? "No," Fynn says, frowning. "But I've skills. I'm a mechanic by trade, I know my way around an engine and the tools needed to maintain her, and a fair bit of carpentry as well." "And you're good with kids," Velia adds. "That's a skill alright."

Where were you born?

Fynn can't help but grin, thinking of home. "Norway."

What are your hobbies? Fynn frowns. "I'm a working man--" "Oh shut up," Antonio whines. "Live a little, Fynn. You're here with us, aren't you?" "Then you're my hobbies," Fynn says, just to see their faces. They don't disappoint.

Have you any pets? "I can hardly feed myself on a good day," Fynn says, realizing he's calmer now than he expected to be. "Can you imagine a dog trailing after me?" "How about a rat?" Paris suggests unhelpfully. "Since they're already your roommates?" "Or a pigeon?" Velia adds. Fynn rolls his eyes. The two of them, honestly.

What sports do you play/have played? "This is ridiculous," Fynn mutters. "Yes, ridiculous," Paris says, almost like he's been waiting for it. "Quite right, Fynn." Antonio shoots him a look. "I didn't invite you, you insisted on accompanying us. At least get out and leave us be." Paris leans down, grabs the notebook and reads off the next question.

How tall are you? "Fynn," Paris finishes, laughing a little. "Have you a measuring tape in your pocket?" "Yes, actually," Fynn says sheepishly pulling it out. He hands it to Antonio when he sees how large his grin is. Paris throws his hands up. "Might as well actually measure then." "Six foot one inch!" Antonio says triumphantly. "Good lord you're tall."

Favorite subject in school? "I stopped going to school when I came to America to work," Fynn tells them. "I can't say I miss it."

Dream job? "My job now," Fynn says. "With my family nearby and well and a steady paycheck." "And a flamingo," Antonio says promptly. Fynn stares. "Just to spice your plans up a little," Antonio elaborates. "Worry not, I will supply it." "You're going to make me steal from a zoo, aren't you," Velia says grimly. Antonio smiles.

Gentle tags for anyone who made it all the way through that, and also @zmwrites @revenantlore @reneesbooks @saltysupercomputer

@pertinax--loculos @sparrow-orion-writes and @penspiration-writing <3

[bluegekk0]

During Holly's sealing, did they experience more physical or mental trauma or both from the Radiance? How do they seem to cope with it?

A bit of both for sure, though I'm leaning more towards physical trauma being more difficult to cope with. She definitely used all her tricks in order to break their will, and she eventually succeeded - the constant "reminders" that their father does not care for them eventually overwhelmed them. Though a lot of those doubts she planted in their mind went away once they reunited with him, so the physical wounds were far more permanent. And she definitely tried her best to physically hurt them to break their will faster.

Of course, years of being tormented by a spiteful god doesn't just go away within a blink of an eye. They still deal with moments of doubt, and worry that deep down their father feels ashamed of them and holds failure to protect Hallownest from the infection against them. So they still need reminders that whatever The Radiance told them wasn't true, though they definitely cope with it far better than you'd expect. Having the blood of a plant-like being who isn't as deeply affected emotionally definitely helps here. Granted, they're far from being as cold as their mother, they noticeably want to be close emotionally with their family, but they also appear quite reserved - unlike Vyrm, they have the ability to put emotions aside and focus on the task at hand without significant trouble, which was very helpful here.

As for the physical damage, that's the primary focus of their recovery post-infection. Above everything, they take things easy, so as to not strain their weak body. They rest a lot, though light exercise is also something they maintain - they will never be able to fight with a nail again, but that doesn't mean they can't be physically active, at least to an extent that doesn't cause them pain. Their vision loss is also permanent, so they had to adjust to living with just one functioning eye. Some emotional support was needed, but like I said, they naturally handle these things better than most, so most of those adjustments were to everyday activities. Getting used to having no depth perception was a big one, they'd bump into things on a regular basis so that took time getting used to. It's definitely something Vyrm kept in mind when designing the renovations for their family home, which has large doorframes and a lot of open space for them to roam around without the fear of accidentally knocking something down and making a mess. And of course, the loss of their arm was very demanding on their body. Since their head is so large, the loss of a whole limb affected their whole sense of balance, so for a long time they had trouble even getting up, let alone walking in a straight line without collapsing. They had trouble with it for the entire time until their father returned and designed a prosthesis for them. And even then, that needed time to get used to as well.

In general having a family around helped them deal with their trauma greatly, both physical and mental. Learning to write was a huge step towards being able to properly communicate with them, and as a result, discussing their struggles and asking for help whenever needed. Thanks to their mother, they have the natural predisposition to handle emotions better, but they're still a living being that needs others around. And they were lucky enough to have that in the time they needed it the most. It doesn't take away all the suffering they went through, but it is a comforting thought, I think. That they eventually got a happy ending.

Anyway, sorry if this ramble went off topic. I guess I just wanted to talk a bit about them given the opportunity, since I rarely do.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

(Honmei)

“Hello, Rook. Remember the last time I sent you chocolates? I probably should have specified what intent—… no, I was too embarrassed,” she sighed, looking at the ground. “Before I regret it, here.” She haphazardly shoved a sleek white box with a tricoloured ribbon of blue, yellow, and red in front of Rook. Inside, were snowflake shaped dark chocolate covered wafers with a white chocolate drizzle.

“Happy Valentines. I like— *ahem* love you. I don’t know if Valentines Day in Twisted Wonderland is the same as Earth, but I included my confession this time to be safe.”

There were two Valentine interactions for Rook back in 2021; one was romantic and the other was platonic. I’m not sure if you’re referring to the second one? Or was it an interaction I didn’t respond to...? ... Maybe you’re just setting up the scene and I’m overthinking what you mean by “the last time I sent you chocolates” 🤡 ndvdjwbsk Regardless, I had to improvise a bit since I wasn’t sure about that part of the prompt!

In the west, Valentine's Day is mainly marketed as a time for romance on both ends, but this blog event is based on the Japanese interpretation of the holiday; in Japan, men receive gifts indicating various feelings, not always romantic, on Feb 14th, and can return the favor to women on March 14th/White Day. Actually, Christmas is considered the more romantic (and most!) holiday in Japan!

Sweet on You.

"How could I ever forget? There is never a moment when you are far from my mind.”

He threw his head back and laughed. It was like music to your ears, and as resonant as a gale cutting through a spring meadow.

“I believe you had sent a parcel of assorted truffles last Valentine’s—by carrier dove, so as to catch me on an excursion! Dark, milk, white, and even the elusive pink blush of ruby chocolate... I was grateful to receive such a kind token of your companionship.”

As usual, Rook smiled as he spoke, happily reminiscing. Each detail of the memory was laid out like a gemstone in a well-maintained collection. He was careful to not overstep, to assume and blurt out the intent behind the gift.

After all, he wanted you to come to him of your own accord.

Haloed by hair that shone like threads of spun gold, he may have been considered angelic if not for the shadow that the wide brim of his hat casted upon him. Honied words fell so naturally from his lips—you often had to remind yourself that these were the traps he laid to trip you up. And in the end, you had been ensnared in a net of his love, fallen prey to his wiles.

You could deny it no longer.

Steeling your courage, you shoved a beribboned box at him.

"Wafer cookies in a snowflake shape?" Rook raised his brows. "Fufu, you know my interests well. Such intricate, delicate morsels! They're too beautiful to eat--but I must, lest they crumble and decay with the passage of time. Another year, and you continue to spoil me with these chocolatey shows of affection."

You cleared your throat and clarified. Your insides rattled once you had ushered the truth out into the world, your limbs like jelly.

"Joyeuse Saint Valentin to you as well." Rook's smile widened, now so broad that his cheeks threatened to tear. "To confess one's truest feelings is an act of great strength and courage. Once it has been uttered, it cannot be taken back. For that, I commend your earnest! Does it not feel liberating to expel the butterflies that had been collecting in your stomach?"

Taking one of your hands in his, your fingers linked together, skin set on fire.

"Allow me to reciprocate those feelings: Je t'aime. Whether in Twisted Wonderland or in a world beyond, you will always be the one that holds my heart."

Rook's tender lips graced the back of your hand with a kiss. It was as soft as freshly fallen snow, but passionate like a long-burning flame--and as true as the blue that painted the sky overhead.

[demonichikikomori]

SFW Alphabet - Ruggie Bucchi

A - Affection = (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

Ruggie's love language is physical touch and acts of service. Hyena males are known to be submissive to females, but he doesn't mind. You're tired, rest on him for a bit!! You're hungry? Don't worry, he'll snag you something to eat!! You want a kiss? ...Why didn't you say so sooner? <3

B - Best Friend = (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

You became friends after the Leona Overblot incident. He started latching onto you as much as Grim, Ace and Deuce do. But he made sure that he would be the one to monopolize all of your attention!! He learned all of your favorite things from the flavor of gum you chewed most down to the way you liked your shoulders rubbed!! Those guys aren't as helpful as Lil' ol' Ruggie!!

C - Cuddles = (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

Even before you were officially dating he was all over you at every available chance. You're a very comforting force in his life and he appreciates you letting him cozy up so close.

D = Domestic = (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He would LOVE to...

After you finish school.

Ruggie understands the possibility of you eventually going back home (if you choose to) and won't make any life changing moments just yet. He want's to be the perfect husband and house partner of course but he wants to know what you want as well. He can maintain a home, make a 5-Star meal with three ingredients and he's an excellent hugger. Spending the rest of his life with you is all he really wants now. But...

Do you feel the same??

E - Ending = (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Ruggie would go out of his way to not be the one to do it. But if the hint wasn't picked up on he'd be the one to go ghost. Leaving without a trace, blocking your phone number, ignoring those reaching out to him (other than his Grammy). He just doesn't want to see any tears. He'd fall apart the moment you sniffle.

F - Fiance(e) = (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

Ruggie is content with the title of 'Domestic Partnership'. He doesn't think a ring that's so expensive and so easy to steal should be the seal of approval between you both. He wouldn't care for the official title, but if you do he'll make something work so you're both happy!!

G - Gentle = (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Ruggie is gentle with you when the moment is necessary but he's not above play fighting!! It's a beastman thing!!

When it comes to scolding you on something he won't sugar coat it even if it's you!!

Well, he will a little bit.

Just don't cry!! Take his words seriously!!

H - Hugs = (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

Ruggie is a big hugger!! He wraps his arms around your waist and holds you from the back. There isn't much down time in between him grabbing you up for a hug, he loves to hold you!!

He's very gentle, always desiring your company and you feel very safe in his arms, just as he feels when holding you.

I - I Love You = (how fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes him a while since he has to process he scored a major 10 (that's MC/Reader/Yuu) but he expresses it through action much better. You can certainly feel his love and how much he cares for you... And at the most intimate moments, he'll whisper it into your ear.

J - Jealousy = (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

He doesn't exactly get jealous, more so insecure. That guy that tried hitting on you, he was much taller than Ruggie. Or that girl who brushed your hand when giving you your crepe... She was super pretty and looked interested in you... Oh no... At this point he'll latch onto you and steal a kiss as a form of self comfort. If you ask him if he's upset, he might share his feelings...

K - Kisses = (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

He's still a busy hyena even while you're dating. Things to do and money to make!

A chaste and swift smooch before he's running off

A deep and passionate one when he catches you alone

Something a little more intense when you're lying in bed together... Oh my!! <3

He aims for your lips each time, but if you choose to refuse then he'll peck your cheek or the top of your head.

If you kiss him first he loves it, but his dirty secret is when you kiss his hands. Oh you're just too much! <3

L - Little Ones = (how are they around children?)

He has neighborhood full of kids he plays with and watches when he's back home. He's an excellent big brother figure and is heavily focused on tough love! He also is hoping to impress you with how well he does, maybe it'll influence the thought of starting a family some day.

15 kids minimum. Those are the rules. (just kidding, but he does want a house full.)

M - Morning = (how are mornings spent with them?)

Ruggie is an early riser. You rarely see him when you first wake up unless you choose to join him. He's already cleaned the living space you share and has started on breakfast and laundry. He's a fiend for cleaning so the only time you wake up to a mess is if Ruggie is having a bad day. Other than that he's the house hubby of your dreams!

N - Night = (how are nights spent with them?)

Because he get's up so early he goes to bed fairly early as well.

And he's expecting you to do the same.

If you're more of a night owl he'll come and lay around you so that way he can rest and you can do what you needed to do. He just adores your company. <3 <3 <3

O - Open = (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Ruggie grew up as the man of his house so he never really had time to express his emotions unless he was with his Grammy. He has a hard time talking about his feelings or even crying in front of someone. He askes that you stay patient with him as he tells you about his most sensitive and secretive thoughts.

He enjoys what Idia calls a 'Feelings Jam' session with you.

Give him a piece of you and he'll give you a piece of him.

P - Patience = (how easily angered are they?)

Ruggie is pretty patient but he'll let you know if you do something to piss him off.

Which is pretty hard to do.

If for some reason you ever anger him to such a point he'll distance himself from you until he cools off. The worst he'll ever do is show you his teeth.

You can occasionally hear him making a strange 'giggle' sound, but remember he is a beastman and hyenas have a trait of laughing when they show frustration.

Q - Quizzes = (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Ruggie has a fantastic memory so if you mention something such as a like or dislike, even cutting your hair two centimeter's shorter he'll know.

Everything you tell him has significance, even if it doesn't feel all that important to you.

R - Remember = (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He likes the earlier moments of your relationship. The ones where you both understood and confessed your mutual like of one another. The hand holding, sharing the same bed... When you both shared your first romantic kiss... The memories make him develop another crush on you.

S - Security = (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

Ruggie will know if you can defend yourself or not. He'll have your back at all times even if he thinks you're in the wrong.

He knows how to fight and will even teach you the basics if something happens where he isn't around.

If he wants to be protected its more so stick up for him if someone makes a nasty comment about him. He brushes those things off but having someone by his side to snap back for his sake makes his heart soar.

T - Try = (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Ruggie puts his heart into everything he does for you. Even if you have different definitions of a date!

He remembers your anniversary without fail and makes sure to clear his schedule to set up a big surprise for you both. He'll fill your bedroom with your favorite things or a bouquet bigger than you both.

He may not do many gifts throughout your relationship and he's a neat freak, but he loves holidays/birthdays/anniversaries so he has the chance to go all out!

U - Ugly = (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He still has a bad case of the sticky fingers. Although it's always with the intention of financial support it is upsetting at times that after a date you notice a mysterious collection of gold jewelry in his pants pocket.

V - Vanity = (how concerned are they with their looks?)

He's not very big on dressing up. He's very casual and dresses comfortably around you. The most he'll worry about is styling his hair. You seemed to like him for the way he is so he doesn't need to change!

W - Whole = (would they feel incomplete without you?)

100%

Ruggie loves being around you as a friend and as a lover. He understands that you ocassionally need your space. But... If you ever choose to go on a long trip without him or back to your world, be ready for him to sneak into your bag and go home with you.

X - Xtra = (a random headcanon for them)

Ruggie Bucchi is a cleaning machine.

A neat freak.

You will never see a speck of dust ever again the moment you and Ruggie start living together. He is extremely particular about keeping things in order and he'll cheer you on to follow his lead. However he doesn't mind if you're as neat as he is, he will be the designated home cleaner.

Y - Yuck = (what are some things they wouldnt like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like the idea of not being physical with someone. So he doesn't do long-distance relationships. That's why if you choose to leave Twisted Wonderland in favor of your world... He would be devastated.

Having to choose between you or his Grammy? Sorry, she comes first.

Z - Zzz = (whats a sleep habit(s) of theirs?)

Ruggie is known to be a big spoon, even if he's the shorter one!! He grew up sleeping in a tiny bed so he curled up to save space and it carried on into his adulthood. But now he's become big on cuddling. He claims it's to save space when sharing a bed!

Template by @the-coldest-goodbye

[dollsonmain]

Blathering

Trying to decide if I want to add more and darker colors to Argeia's faceup at the risk of completely ruining what I did manage to get done.

Eyebrows are the worst. Asking myself if I want to add dark hairs to her brows over top the pastel. There are light hairs and white hairs in her brows, and she does have painted lower lashes they're just barely visible and I didn't want to risk making them a huge mess by trying to make them more visible because they look ok and the installed upper lashes cast shadows that are enough.

I'm TRYING to do brows like this:

but always end up messing it up and putting a bunch of pastel over top of it to hide the bad a bit without having to start over completely.

And it's like "Ohhh just keep practicinggggggg"

Buddy, I've been doing this since 2001.

I am getting to a point where my own work is acceptable to me [in a different way than thinking I was good at this when I was first starting out, which was common noob delusion], but it's still not what I WANT, and I've stagnated hard. That's what made me stop trying to learn how to draw. I plateaued at a much lower skill level than I was happy with, maintained there for over a decade no matter how much I tried to push past it, and said "I have to accept this isn't going to be for me."

Getting there with faceups, ngl.

I do still keep making little improvements here and there, though, and that keeps me going.

What I need is a steady hand, functional motor control, and good depth perception so I know how far the brush is from the face and can stop mashing my fine liner brushes into the resin making thick, sloppy lines, and none of those are things I can fix about myself no matter how much I practice because they are genetic defects.

-

Anyway, this faceup has very few colors in it and I would very much like to get a hold of more Pan Pastels so I can work in fewer layers. Trying to add more in the same place twice is where I tend to ruin a faceup. I can't follow the same line again either with paint (this is why the lashes and brow hairs STAY pale...) or with pastel.

There are:

two blues, one pink, one brown, and one red pastel

white, ivory, light tan, and "soft tone" paint

And that's it. I keep shying away from color and reaching for the same things over and over and even though I want to try new and different things I keep doing the same thing, perpetuating that feeling of stagnation.

And then I run out of sealant and have to wait until I can afford more to try again.

[milkybonya]

☆彡romance symphony

🎼 love as: i love you so much that you've changed my perception of the world_낭만교향곡

🎼 track 01 of the 낭만 (NANGMAN) -- do you believe in romance? series

🎼 Changbin falls so hard for the flute player in an orchestra that he forgets he's a hip-hop rapper

#warnings!: 3racha, some angst, takes a while for y/n and Changbin to officially meet, only half proof read, definitely more than 1k words but idk exactly how long T-T

[💌: band kids raise your hands! band kids who were flute players raise your hands! i dedicate this to you <3 hehe]

being a musician means learning to appreciate all genres of music. you don't have to succeed in all of them, but you can't be ignorant and turn a blind eye on everything but the genre you choose to pursue.

so far, hard-headed Changbin has only had eyes and ears for rap and hip-hop. he's had no patience for any other kind of sound. every night, he writes angry rap lyrics with his two best friends, Han and Chan.

until Chan decides he's had enough.

the three boys seem to have hit a slump: always arguing, songs always left unfinished, no new ideas, everything sounds the same... so, he searches for a way to save his boys from this mess.

tickets to the local orchestra performance.

somehow, this ends up being the solution. his mom has some tickets handy and Chan begs for her to give them to him, which she does.

"guys, guys! are you free saturday night? wait, scratch that. you will be free saturday night. we're gonna see an orchestra performance and neither of you are allowed to miss it!" Chan tells his friends in their makeshift studio.

"orchestra? pfft hyung, come on now. we should be seeing rappers! orchestra?" Changbin scoffs, shaking his head.

Han stays quiet, considering the idea.

"don't tell me you're agreeing to this," Changbin tells Han, who shrugs.

"you're all agreeing, 'cause if you don't come, us, 3racha will be no more!" Chan exclaims.

"we'll disband over not attending an orchestra performance?!" Han finally chimes in.

"yeah, so... choose wisely," Chan says, laying the tickets on the small desk in the room.

--

"hyung, what do we wear?" Han asks Chan on the phone.

the three boys are all at their own places, getting ready to leave for the performance they gave in to seeing.

"well, obviously not streetwear. something smart, neat," Chan explains.

all Changbin can find is a white and blue striped dress shirt along with cream-coloured pants. luckily, he has dress shoes as well.

"and please, let's neatly do our hair! no hiding it under hats," Chan says.

eventually, the boys show up to the performance. they turn heads. anyone would want to stare at a trio of handsome, young men dressed neatly. the boys, though, think it's because something is wrong with their appearance. they nervously try to maintain confidence, fidgeting with their buttons and looking at their shoes to 'make sure' they're clean.

during one of these moments when Changbin is preoccupied with making sure he looks okay, he bumps into...

you.

you, who has lost their way trying to get to the break room for some water. flute in hand, dressed like an angel from head to toe.

there is no time for you and Changbin to exchange proper greetings, since you're in a rush. all you can manage is a 'sorry' before you rush off.

yet, Changbin gets a good look at you and how your fingers grasp the flute with ease, proof that you've had to hold the instrument up an infinite amount of times. you and your delicate hair, your gorgeous eyes, your precious lips and lovely nose. the way your attire flutters slightly as you rush past.

you leave him in a daze but he shrugs it off, following his friends to their assigned seats.

once they're there, Han marvels at how close they're seated.

"your mom is the coolest, Chan! She got us seats this close?!" Han exclaims.

"the tickets were for herself at first so... but i'm glad you're happy!" Chan cooes Han, tickling the bottom of his chin while Han laughs.

their loud, wild behaviour sets them apart from everyone else. the people around them are all sophisticated, calm, quiet. seeing them, Changbin suts up straight and clears his throat, neatly crossing his arms.

"are you doing royal family roleplay or what?" Han scoffs at him.

"might as well play the part if we're in such a fancy place," Changbin says, followed by hums of agreement from Chan.

Han sits back in his seat, slouching. he's stubborn, never willing to bend for anyone. and up until now, Changbin thought he was the same, too. he won't be able to pinpoint why he suddenly decides to sit up straight in that theatre at that moment until years later, when he discovers it to be because of you.

you, who scurries up on stage right as he remembers you.

sitting so close means he can see and recognize you well as you take your seat in the front row, stage left. he holds his breath as he watches the orchestra tuning themselves. he hopes you'll do a good job, even though he somehow already knows you will.

as the audience goes quiet and the performance begins, for some reason, he can't take his eyes off you. he loves how you're absorbed in the music, body swaying slightly and foot tapping to keep the beat.

then, oh then, you have a solo for a few seconds! maybe for close to a minute!! the lights dim and the onoy spotlight is on you. Changbin is holding his breathe the entire time, feeling both intrigued and nervous. he's in awe hearing and watch you play those notes together so quickly.

once your solo ends, he lets out the breath he didn't realize he was holding, relaxing in his seat. he can't believe you just did that..

--

the performance ends and everyone claps as the performers take a bow before exiting the stage. Changbin stands up, eager to see if he can find you and find out your name, anything at all about you.

"why the rush?" Chan ask, eyeing Changbin.

"just gotta go to the bathroom," Changbin says. Chan and Han let him go first.

he rushes out of the seating area and towards the lobby. wandering around, he finds the waiting room for all the performers. there's no way he'll go in there, that would just be plain rude. but, he can't resist peeking inside when the door is already open...

"y/n, your flute case is over here! i can't believe you. you've got so many keychains attached to it but still lose the damn thing."

Changbin watches you rush over to the person who spoke, laughing and taking your flute case from them.

so... your name is y/n? and you like keychains on your flute case. Changbin smiles down at the ground. you're so precious...

he leaves before anyone seems him and returns to his friends.

"so, how was that?" Chan asks.

"can we go to the next one?" Changbin sheepishly replies.

"huh?!" says Han.

"the next one.. it's in two weeks, here again. seems like they hold a performance here every two weeks."

"wow... i didn't know you liked it that much," Chan says.

Changbin isn't sure if he 'liked it' or just likes you.

--

from that day on, with or without his friends, Changbin attends every single one of your performances. he also reads up on classical music, starts watching romance instead of comedies and even finds himself eating healthier.

the existence of a graceful, angelic flute player in his life sends all his hip-hop habits down the drain.

it's as though your performances are lectures he studies up for, learning names of composers just so he can recognize when you perform their pieces. you always have his full attention and his eyes are always on you.

"hey, Changbin.. this idea is actually not half bad!" Chan says after Changbin suggests something in their studio.

he's always at his highest after watching one of your performances.

"y/n's solo made me think about writing the topline like this, for some reason," Changbin says, blushing slightly.

"you simp," Han says, patting Changbin's back aggressively.

"shut up," Changbin replies, scowling but turning red immediately.

that night, the song writing is super fast. the three boys get it done on the spot and release it on several music streaming sites as they usually do, not really expecting much.

until the next day, they wake up to the song doing numbers they could have never imagined.

have you heard of 3racha?! their newest song blew up, but even their old songs are so good!

i'm definitely a fan.. i think Han is gonna be my favourite

do you think they'll ever perform live?

thousands and thousands of comments appeared on youtube for them, along with messages on instagram and twitter, tags and mentions on all platforms. the boys were overwhelmed and didn't know what to do.

luckily, they were able to find someone named Hyunjin, who they could trust as their manager. he made sure the boys didn't make any reckless decisions. he also was the one who encouraged them to go forward with their first interview.

--

"a few of your fans who have actually been there from the start have noticed a shift in your sound with your newest track. is there any reason for that?" the interview on your tv asks this group called... sriracha or something. you just turned the tv on so you wouldn't have to eat breakfast in your apartment alone.

"yeah, well... actually, we reached a slump some time before this. so, i suggested we go watch an orchestra performance to change things up. i think after that, we got a lot more inspired," some guy named 'Chan' explains.

"i think Changbin was the msot inspired though," 'Han' chimes in, laughing and slapping the back of who you presume to be 'Changbin'.

he blushes slightly and looks down, and for some reason he looks familiar.

"and why's that, Changbin?" the interviewer asks.

Changbin seems flustered, but he still replies after the rest of 3racha encourage him.

"well... i think i found the muse of my life at that performance. they're part of the orchestra and always sit stage left, first row with a flute in hand--"

"hey, isn't that too specific?" Chan cuts in.

"no, it doesn't matter. i want to thank them. y/n, if you ever watch this.. thank you for inspiring me. i'll thank you in person someday, i promise."

the spoon falls out of your hand and lands on the table, but you don't even blink.

you're.. this man's... first love?

--

"do you know Changbin? he's totally in love with you!"

"have you spotted him at performances? i definitely have, he looks so familiar"

"do you think he'll be there today, too?"

your fellow musicians just don't shut up about Changbin and it drives you mad. it also makes you anxious about performing even though you never feel that way.

it's been two weeks since the interview and everyone's been on your case about it. of course it just has to get worse on the day of your orchestra's monthly performance.

you ignore everyone as they press you with questions and you leave the break room and performance hall entirely, clutching your flute to your chest.

out in the free air, you let out a sigh of relief, searching with your eyes for a spot to enjoy the fresh air. you notice a man dressed in all black, leaning against the platform railing with a cigarette in hand. his hair is cut neatly to his chin and he adorns black sunglasses as he watches the lazy sun lay herself on the horizon.

you're not one to approach strangers, but for some reason, it feels like.

"mind if i join you?" you ask the man, who immediately removes his sunglasses out of courtesy. he places them in the pocket of his long, black jacket.

"of course not, love. does the cigarette bother you? i can out it out if you'd like," he offers, but you assure him that it's okay.

he smiles and takes another puff, being mindful to blow the air away from you

"quite the instrument you've got there. will you be performing tonight?" he asks.

"yeah... stage left and front row," you say.

"stage left? that sounds famil--oh! are you perhaps y/n?" he asks.

"i am... how did you know?"

"i'm Hyunjin, 3racha's manager. Changbin seems to... be greatly inspired by you."

you drop your head. not Changbin, again.

"i wish i could say i'm honoured, but all i hear is everyone talking about him, him, him. it's like they only know me 'cause of him and i'm fed up," you explain.

Hyunjin nods along, taking another drag.

"i hear you. i told him not to call you out like that, the idiot. but i think he's hopelessly in love. i'm truly sorry on his behalf."

you shake your head. "that's alright, not your fault."

"hope you don't mind that we're here to watch you perform. 3racha and i will leave if you're uncomfortable in any way--"

"no! please. music is for all to enjoy, regardless of any personal factors. stay and enjoy the show," you say.

Hyunjin smiles, his eyes gleaming at you.

"you sound like a true musician."

--

you later return to the break room feeling refreshed, earbuds in so no one will talk to you. your conversation with Hyunjin definitely cheered you up, and you step onto the stage feeling more relaxed. yet, you still can't stop your eyes from searching for Changbin. once you find him, you feel more nervous than ever.

he's sat forward in his seat, elbows on his knees and chin resting on the palms of his hands. he's probably noticed you staring, since he smiles. even Hyunjin, sitting next to him, gives you a small wave. you wave back out of courtesy, but the person sitting next to you nudges you.

"waving at your man up there?"

you shake your head in disappointment and don't reply.

--

despite being nervous, you give the audience the show of a lifetime. you show your all, stand up, bow, and head back to the break room.

only to find a huge bouquet of flowers waiting for you.

everyone cheers and you feel uncomfortable, confused. what's going on?

that's until a man reveals himself from behind the bouquet. it's none other than Changbin.

too much to bear, you run off, out of the break room and down a random hallway.

"wait!" Changbin calls out as you storm off. he reaches out for your hand, grasping at nothing but air as you're already too far for him to reach.

you stop in your tracks. might as well hear him out.

"just who are you? for making me feel this way.. i just want to know you... properly," Changbin says.

you look back and look at him. he's wringing his hands together and his eyes are droopy. the collar of his dress shirt is slightly wrinkled, probably from him rubbing his neck because of how stressed out he was just a few moments ago, waiting for you to enter the breakroom.

"i'm.. y/n," you say, your brain faltering.

Changbin sighs.

"i already know your name, y/n. you play first flute and always sit stage left in the first row," he explains.

you roll your eyes. it's that same thing, other and over. the same thing he said in that stupid interview.

"then what do you want to know?" you spit out, "you seem to know everything about me, don't you? and then you feel confident enough to spew it all on live television. thanks for that, but i don't need any pity fame."

Changbin visibly hesitates for a second before taking a step forward and finally reaching for your hand. you resist pushing his hand away, wondering what he's up to. surprisingly, your heart rate picks up and your skin grows hot. why does his hand feel so... comfy?

"y/n, we haven't even had a proper conversation yet, but you've already changed my whole world. i used to rap, now i watch orchestra performances on a daily basis. i used to wear baggy tees but now they're all button-ups. y/n... i just want to get to know you. i know this is so forward and i know i messed up. so i want to say sorry. i'm sorry, y/n. do you think we can start anew?"

you can feel your heartbeat in your throat.

"i've always believed in second chances. if i've really.. changed you this much then i guess it doesn't hurt to see exactly who you are," you say.

your mouth moves faster than your head and you don't even realize how you feel until after you're done talking.

Changbin grins, looking at the floor and biting his lip slightly. the person whom he's fallen for is giving him a chance already despite not knowing much about him? it's like fate.

he's still holding your hand and he tugs on it slightly before he speaks.

"how about we leave this place and go somewhere with a nice night view, somewhere we can talk?" he asks.

"i'd kill to get away from my nosy orchestra members. let's go, Changbin," you say.

that's all he needs to hear before he whisks you away, running through the hall to some random exit.

"why does this feel like some old-timey romance movie where the two leads runaway?" you ask Changbin, who stops running once you're out of the building.

he raises the back of your hand to his lips, kissing it only when you consent.

"because you've turned me into an old-timey romantic, y/n. i just wish i had a nice, classic, black car to drive us away in but... i have to call Hyunjin to.. escort us somewhere."

you laugh, somehow feeling yourself unwinding completely in Changbin's presence, fully relaxed.

"it's a romance movie where we have a runaway driver--even better!" you joke.

Changbin melts at the sight of you throwing your head back as you laugh, the wind rustling your clothes. he's so in love already, and he barely knows a thing about you. but the fact that he's changed so much because of you is enough proof of this love.

[anotherseverussnapelover]

Snape's life partner has to be a very, very, very patient and observant person. They knows when he needs his space. They knows how to make the difference between the "I'm internally scattered" panic attacks and the "my burden is too heavy to bear" panic attacks. Even though he never knew there was a difference, they knows, and they will hold him tight in the first case, so tight that they almost breaks his ribs, as to maintain every pieces of his soul and mind together until he is strong enough again to do it on his own. In the other case, they will just step back, make him a calming infusion — not a calming drought, but very normal and muggle plants in hot water — and talk to him until he comes back and his hands are stable enough to drink the hot beverage.

Severus will be worried about himself disturbing their sleep. That's why he never stayed when they began to, hum, date each other. But they will just say that they knew it could happen, and even if they wasn't prepared at first, they learned — and if they didn't want to deal with that, they would have left a long time ago. They will gift him with a weighted blanket and he loves it so much that he doesn't want to leave the bed in the morning. Not because he is too tired, but because two of his favorite thing on earth are there: them and the muggle-made magical blanket.

They won't live in Spinner's end though, they have their own house or flat. Spinner's end habours too much bad thing within its walls: Tobias' hate, Eileen's depression, Severus' worst days and years of doing things he didn't wanted to do. He will use it to experiment dangerous things, since he doesn't care to burn it or break a wall or two if a cauldron explodes. The first time he disappeared in Spinner's end, he didn't tell his partner. And when he comes back, they're angry but worried and relieved too that he's alive and healthy - as healthy as a mad potionist can be after days of sleepless and almost foodless brewing. So the next time, he tells them.

He does that once or twice a year, and they're always worried about him. He doesn't understand why, but they explain that they know how dangerous brewing potions can be and how not knowing if he's alive or not makes them anxious - how they sleep with his old shirts because his smell kind of makes their shared bed less empty, even though there's nothing better than sleeping with his smell and heat under the sheets. By the seventh time, he will just live a ring on the night stand, with a note saying that he's wearing the ring linked to that one so they can feel his heartbeat and know that he's alive.

They also confess that they doubt he's always brewing in Spinner's end, but they can understand that he needs some time alone, they're not mad about it, they totally understands that. They just wished he trusted them enough to tell them.

They will asked him about what he did, when he comes back. They wants to know everything: what worked, what went wrong, how he thought about this and that. At first, they knows very little about potions so they asked him how they can learn more about his favorite subjects - not because they wants to contradict him or debate with him, but because he is so passionate about it that they wants to really understands him when he's talking about potions.

They also extends this to the dark arts. Severus isn't happy about this at first, but after they argued and they told him that them loving horror movies doesn't make them a serial killer with a chainsaw and a mask, they start having very long enthusiastic conversations about it. And he will definitely learn about their favorite subjects too.

They gift each other with books, objects and anything they think the other one might like or find funny anytime, for no special reason. Just because "i thought you might like it".

They don't buy physical gifts for birthday or Christmas, but they do something special: trying the new restaurant he was talking about 6 months ago, giving them those two tickets for the musical they missed last time so they can go with someone who likes it more than he does - but they will go with him anyway, and he will enjoy it much more than he thought he ever would have. That's how they discover he knows how to sing. They will watch stupid reality shows and song contest together — and Doctor Who — and go to the zoo or go to the cinema.

When he's working in his lab, they will bring him food and tea or coffee, on a protected table with a heating charm, because they knows how he forgets to take care of his basics needs when he is focused on his work. They put sticky notes on it, saying his brain and body need energy to work properly. Little by little, the notes will become encouraging words and, despite him ignoring the all thing in the beginning, he will begin to plan "eating and coffee breaks" in his work schedule. Those 5 minutes breaks become 10, 15, 20 minutes breaks, in the lab for a few months, then in the kitchen, until he just stops working to have dinner together everytime they both can.

They work hard on his diet too. They knows he doesn't cook much, and eat very little vegetables — so they bought the Magical Veggies for Magical Babies book and tricked him so he eats it.

He is very upset for having be tricked, and he pouted for days, but he will concede that he's healthier and less greasy when he has a correct amount of vitamins. And he accepted it way much better than the fact that Lily was a shitty friend since he didn't even leave nor consider breaking up after that.

They will argue about a lot of things, mostly insignificant: is Star Wars better than Star Trek, how will win the fight, Dumbledore or Darth Vader? What's the best way to clean the toilet ? Hang the T-shirts or folding them ? Can't you stop stealing my Queen t-shirt ?

Despite of that, they will always, always, respect each other's boundaries: they will never interrupt his morning rituals and he will never forget to put everything back in its right place in the kitchen - and neither of them will enter the other's working room without an express invitation, let alone cleaning it. Ever. They will never ask again something the other already said no to if they didn't specify that they could reconsider it.

They will learn to read Severus' body language, to the point he starts doubting his capacity to occlude, because they're always quiet when he is upset, never asks for him to talk if he doesn't want to, always ask to speak to him in private about something urgent to take him out of a weird social situation, or when they notices he needs a social break.

He will buy or order them their favorite food when he sees they've had a bad or hard day, never forget their favorite soap and shampoo scent, never let them running out of their favourite tea.

They never get married. They doesn't understand at first, but hearing about Severus' childhood, and him telling that he wants them filling free to leave at any moment will make them accept it. They are the other's sole legatee, they live together and they have the rings - and he told them "if you want to leave me and our home, just leave the ring on the counter and I'll know". That was the first time he used the word "home" and they knew he loves them deeply and they will never ask again for a stupid paper to be called "his".

They will stand for him and by him every time they could: when someone call him a Dark wizard, when he went to the war commemorations, when he visits the hundred of graves of those killed during the war every year to put the flower he grows on it.

They don't have much sex, since Severus only wants to do it when he's in a good mood. But that was how he knows they loved him and he can trust them: they never pushed him, always respected his boundaries, spend time kissing his nose and scars and hands. It really disturbed him at first, since he has always been told that he was ugly, but they just smiled at him, telling him those haters should have look twice because everytime they looked at him, they sees his strength, cleverness, unusual but sharp and curious mind, someone capable of miracles, exploring the dark so light can stay bright.

He's very disturbed too when he discovered himself liking to be submissive sometimes — even though they never uses actual ropes or spell to holp him still the firsts couple of times. They talked about it, even if Severus thought it was stupid to feel bad about something that made them happy, but he never thought that it will hurt them, because they want him to be happy too and it was about trusting each other, not please them. They spend a very long time convincing him that he has a word from him and they will stop — and when he tried the next time and everything stopped immediately, and they asked him what was wrong, if he wanted to drink, sleep, take a shower or them to live, that time he knew. He knew he finally met someone who cares for him, someone who will respect him, his needs, his will, his words, his no, his stop.

He knew he found the one who will take care of him no matter what, the one who will respect him, the one who stand by him in front of all those graves every year, who conforted him when he cried for hours after they came back from Minerva's funeral.

The one that make his patronus change to match their, because someone finally taught him he deserved the fucking universe.

[comicallylargemango]

I js watched a broogli video n I got the idea to create my own backrooms level, cus it's fun n I wanna 🤷

Backrooms level 7810.

[Also known as, the glowing sea.]

The glowing sea is a class level (2). Safe, uninhabitable, stable.

Appearance:

The glowing sea is essentially a void of what looks to be outer space, in the distance you will be able to see stars similar to that of our own universe. You may even be able to identify some constellations if not a bit different.

When you get to this level you will find that you are practically standing on nothing, there is no floor if you look down, only more stars and the void.

The only thing peculiar about this level is if you look around you will be able to see numerous sea life.

Species of shark, schools of fish, and countless jellyfish and crustaceans, all in the following seem to be completely unaffected by their surroundings and look as if they're a figment of your imagination, blurry and translucent.

Despite no other sources of light around other than the stars you are able to see everything around you clearly as if there was light.

The glowing ocean is most likely infinite, no traveler has ever reached the end if there is one. But it is not impossible to navigate if you recognise the stars around you.

It is relatively safe here if you know how to handle the sea life and exit the level, it is however impossible to stay here for long, since there is absolutely no food, and, the sea life is absolutely inedible, any and all weapons will phase through the creatures and therefore rendering it impossible.

Entities:

The aforementioned sea life are called phishes due to them being able to phase through objects.

They are relatively safe to be around if you avoid making too much noise and moving too much. They appear exclusively in this level.

It is unknown how they appear and what they eat, it is rumoured to be the stars but most likely false.

The fish like phishes aswell as the crustacean,and jellyfish phishes are in the harmless category. However the shark, orca, whale, and Dolphin phishes are more likely to try and come after you.

To avoid this, you must stay as quiet as possible and refrain from screaming and shouting too much. Walk as slow and appear as big as you can to discourage any bigger predators trying to harm you.

And if you are already being hunted here is what you should do, if you want to get out.

For the shark phishes, maintain eye contact and stay in one place, do not try and run away, it will only further encourage it. Instead, if it keeps approaching you, hold it by its snout and place a hand on its belly, and flip that mofo upside down!!! If you did it correctly, it should leave you alone.

For the orca phishes, however, they are much more dangerous and harder to deal with. they have extremely bad sight though, so take advantage of this and make as much noise in another direction. whether it be throwing an object or having your companion do it for you.

If the whale is a aggressive species, goodluck my guy, same thing as the orca though.

The dolphin phishes are much more smarter and agile. If anything just try and give it a hard, sucker punch in the snout, or gills.

Exits and entrances:

To enter this level you can find a glowing figurine resembling fish surrounding a star, and go to any space or ocean resembling levels, and throw it as far as you can. You will promptly white out and wake up on level 7810.

To exit you could get stung by a glowing, yellow, jellyfish. Or, you could walk as close as you can to a star and white out again. You will end up in a space or ocean related level.

Hehehahe silly shark, you can't go to space!!

Big venus

Also broogli, if you see this Im a big fan and I'd be very happy if you included this in a video :']