thehistoriccemetery · 10 months ago
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Companions reacting to Tav sleeping completely naked!!!! Please
BG3 Companions Find Out Tav Sleeps Naked (18+)
I really thought I was just gonna start writing this one real quick (I had an idea for Karlach) and three hours later here I am.
This asker was literally the only one to request this one so this is largely self-indulgent, as I do and always have slept naked, even in this -4 degree weather.
Also I��m really trying to incorporate the drow language into Minthara’s portion, but I’m like 70% sure I failed and it just sounds mildly cringy and incredibly ill-informed.
Anyway this is all our favorite ladies (Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Karlach, Minthara, and Jaheira) finding out Tav sleeps naked.
(18+ for possible sexual themes)
Shadowheart
One morning, when she’s feeling particularly mischievous, Shadowheart decides she’s going to drop by your room and wake you up herself.
You’re certainly not the last one up, but Shadowheart, Jaheira, and Minthara have all been up making breakfast for a little while now, and she’s finding their company a little stale.
She sneaks over to your bed, grabbing the blankets and pulling them off of you in one swift move.
She’s typically a lot nicer and gentler when she wakes you up, but her aforementioned mischievousness has her feeling a little playful this morning.
“What the hell?” You groan grumpily, “put it back on I’m cold.”
She stares at you aghast. She was not expecting you to be completely naked, splayed out face down on the mattress.
“Fine, but I’m coming with it,” she says. She wraps the blanket around her shoulders and crawls on top of you.
“Much better,” you smirk, joyed to have such delightful company so early in the morning.
She kisses your bare shoulder. “I suppose I should apologize, I hadn’t expected you to be… unadorned.”
You chuckle. “You gotta problem with me sleeping in the nude?”
“Not a one,” she corrects. “I actually find it oddly… charming, I think. Plus then I can do this.”
She starts to trail slow kisses down your spine. You smirk, trying to turn around and face her, but she pins your wrists down, keeping you splayed out on the mattress.
“Be still for a moment, love,” she kisses the middle of your back before sitting up, astride your hips. “I feel like I’ve never seen you like this before.”
“My back?” You question. She’s certainly seen your bare back before. But she really seems to be enamored with it now. It was nothing special, you thought. Aside from a couple scars, it was just… a back.
She dragged her nails gently up your back. “I like the view. I’d like to see you like this more often.” She bends over until her chest is flush against you and whispers softly in your ear. “Perhaps tonight?”
You feel a rush of heat between your legs, closing your eyes and audibly exhaling.
Before you can even fully enjoy the sensation, she’s off of you, standing next to the bed with her hand out. “Come on, the others will be waiting.”
You take her hand and pull yourself out of bed. She certainly was feeling some type of playful this morning.
Lae’zel
“Hmm. This choice of sleepwear feels… inadequate,” Lae’zel spits.
You nearly jump out of bed with the scare she gives you. You were sleeping and not expecting such abrupt company.
With a simple fire spell, you light the candle on your bedside and point it towards the Githyanki.
“Lae’zel?” You ask, very confused. “What are you doing in here? What time is it? It can’t be morning already.”
You sigh. You were still so tired, you really hoped she was not here to wake you up for the day.
“No,” she growled. “The animal has been scratching at your door. It seems he has tired of Karlach’s snoring and would like to stay in here instead.”
With that, Scratch jumps onto your bed and curls up at your feet. The animals usually slept in Karlach’s room.
“But, back to your choice of sleepwear,” she says. “It seems ill-advised to be covered by do little in your most vulnerable state.”
You cock your head. You had never seen sleeping naked as a safety hazard. “Lae’zel, you’re not sleeping in your armor… are you?”
“Chk, no,” she says, gesturing to her own sleep outfit.
“What more protection does that give you than this?” You gesture at her body and then your own.
“It’s sleek, form fitting, ergonomic, and, most importantly, it covers my most intimate areas.”
You stifle a laugh. The comment sounded ridiculous to you but you would accept her clothes as superior if it meant she’d let you go back to sleep.
“Okay, Lae’zel. Goodnight.” You blow out the candle and close your eyes.
Moments later you feel Lae’zel carefully crawl into bed on top of your blankets.
“What are you doing?” You ask.
“If you insist on sleeping in such a state, I must sleep here too. To ensure your safety.”
Karlach
Lets be honest: Karlach is at most sleeping in her underwear most nights.
But she puts on some trousers at least to pad over to your room and ask for a cuddle.
You wake up in your typical sleeping position: on your stomach with your hair flying all over the place.
You swipe the hair from your eyes to see a sweet little (7ft tall) tiefling holding her teddy bear and anxiously smiling.
“Hey love,” you say, groggy but still soft and sweet. “What can I do for ya?”
“I was just wondering if I could… um… maybe have a cuddle?” She requests, anxiously shifting her weight around.
You giggle, using your arm to lift up on side of the blanket. “Of course, darling. Please it is freezing in here.”
Her eyes go wide as you expose your full chest in lifting the blanket, then she smiles and crawls under.
As she makes contact with your skin, it’s immediately apparent that you truly are wearing nothing.
“Oh so you sleep naked. Like naked naked,” she remarks.
“As the day I was born,” you quip. “Any objections?”
She giggles and twists excitedly. “None at all my darling. In fact, I think I might like to join you.”
“Get those trousers out of here!” You joke. “No trousers allowed in the bed!”She removes what’s left of her clothes and settles into bed.
Karlach sleeps on her back, leaving you sort of half stacked on top of her with her arm swung lazily around your back. Your legs are semi-intertwined, alternating between yours and hers.
You prop your chin up against her chest to look her in the eyes. “I guess it’s kinda inconvenient that neither of us sleep on our side, huh? We’re just kinda stacked chest to chest.”
“I suppose I can be on top and we can try to go back to back,” she teases. “But I’d probably suffocate you, face down into the mattress.”
You laugh at the thought and teasingly mess up her hair. “You’re hilarious. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, darling,” she says, craning up to kiss your forehead.
For as awkward and sloppy as it looks, you both actually find the position quite comfortable.
Naturally, you wake up with your ass fully on display from where you both kicked off the blankets in the middle of the night.
Minthara
Minthara is awake, as usual, when you step into her room. Her red eyes almost glow in the pitch black.
“Can I help you?” She asks passively.
“Can I sleep in here? My room is frigid,” you ask from the doorway, clearly shaking under a blanket.
She sighs, but motions for you to come join her on the bed. “As you wish, ssin.”
Minthara had attempted to teach you a small bit of her language. The words came off unfamiliar and hissy on your tongue. From what you knew, the term she occasionally used for you, “ssin”, wasn’t an actual word. You assumed it was used as a pet name derived from the drow words “ssinssrigg” (passion, lust, greed, love) and “alurissin” (a deep loving connection.)
You close the door softly and crawl into her bed. You get on at the bottom and squirm your way up until your head pokes out the blankets.
She looks at you, both amused and appalled by your abnormal behavior. She supposed that was one way to “crawl” into bed. If you were taking the phrase literally.
“You are terribly odd sometimes, my dear,” she said laying her hand on your back, surprised to find no fabric under the blanket.
“Are you not wearing any clothes?” She asks. This wasn’t the first time the two of you had shared a bed, but the previous times you had fallen asleep naked after sex. She hadn’t thought you did that every night.
You shook your head against her chest.
“Straj, in that case I think I discovered the source of your temperature issue.” She rubbed her forehead, reminding herself of all the reasons she actually valued you at all.
Gods how did the sleeping races ever survive the nights? Did everyone sleep like this or was this just a you thing? She didn’t think she’d be surprised either way.
She opened her mouth to ask more questions, but you were already comfortably asleep against her chest.
She sighed and gently stroked your bare back in defeat. How in the hells had she fallen so hard for this adorable little fool.
Jaheira
After a particularly long day, you decide to skip all the extra steps of running your own bath and decide to just bathe in Jaheira’s room.
Her tub was already full, fresh with herbs and such from her own bath.
You rinse off quickly, eager to crawl into bed. “Can I just stay in here tonight?” You ask politely from the tub.
“That is fine. But don’t get disappointed if I fall asleep immediately,” Jaheira explains. “I’m no, spring chicken, as they say.”
You get out of the tub and dry yourself off. “Oh trust me, after today I could fall asleep on one of those god awful bedrolls again.”
She laughs. “Well then it sounds like we’re on the same page, yes?”
She gets in bed, careful to leave one side fully open to you. You step towards the bed, and lift the blanket to get in.
“Put on your sleeping clothes, it is too cold.” She commands.
You look around. You don’t have any sleeping clothes. You always sleep like this.
As you explain this to her she clicks her tongue. She gets out of bed and starts rooting through her wardrobe.
“This was Khalid’s. It will swallow you up, but it will keep you warm.”
You take the heavy fur robe into your hands. You didn’t know how to feel about being offered her late husband’s clothes.
She could see the weariness on your face and soothed you with a gentle hand on the cheek.
“He would be happy I have you, you know?” She says with a somber chuckle. “I think the two of you would’ve gotten on all too well.”
You rubbed your hand against the soft fur. I was jet black, like a panther. It reminded you of Jaheira. You softly thank her before putting on the robe. It was, indeed, very warm and way too big.
Jaheira made her way back to bed, and you followed shortly thereafter. She wrapped her arms around you, pressing her chest against the warm fur.
You have never felt so safe as you did in that moment: swaddled in a massive robe, wrapped in the arms of your lover.
She kisses the back of your head. “Goodnight, my cub.”
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lottins-only · 25 days ago
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THE ALCHEMY
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pairing: kylian mbappe x fem!reader
word count: 2.5k
warnings: swearing, mentions of mental illness
summary: working at real madrid is a dream come true— until kylian mbappe, football's biggest star and the last person you ever want to see, joins the club. as tensions rise between you two and the lines between frustration and fascination blur, you wonder: can you truly resist the man you've sworn to hate?
A/N: based on this request. i know club employee x player is a bit overdone but i had so much fun writing this! let me know if it's worth continuing. pls also share any other thoughts you have in my inbox or in the comments, i love hearing from you guys <3
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“it’s almost time!” your boss whisper-yells as he runs into the break room, the sudden interruption jolting you so much you spill coffee from the mug you were holding onto your pristine white shirt. “quick, everyone get ready!”
you set down your mug carefully, looking down at your ruined shirt with a sigh. it was bad enough you had to come in early today for his presentation, but now your daily morning coffee ritual in the break room was ruined – all for real madrid’s newest galactico.
after doing his medical exams, touring the training facilities and meeting his new teammates, kylian mbappe apparently insisted that he see the club offices before his stadium presentation, ‘to meet the employees that he now calls family’. you’d snorted when you read the email announcing his visit, irritated at the fact that you’d have to play nice to the most arrogant, self - absorbed person to ever step foot in madrid.
you figured he’d make a quick stop on the first floor to see the social media team. that was the department the players engaged with the most, anyway.  no way he’d go all the way up to the fourth floor, where the finance department resided. yet, here you are, standing with the rest of the team, facing the door, waiting to be graced by the presence of the best player in the world.
naturally, he’s running late. 
“we have our weekly meeting in 15” you frown, looking at your phone. “what’s taking him so long?”
“forget the weekly meeting. we’ll reschedule” your boss, who loathes postponing anything, waves you off dismissively. he’s unusually smiley today, practically vibrating with excitement. he even has the new mbappe jersey in hand, no doubt to ask for an autograph. you’ve never seen a grown man fanboy this hard; it’s kind of pathetic if you think about it. 
your ears perk up at the sound of commotion outside the double doors, where you can see there’s a small crowd of people forming. the doors swing open a few moments later and in walks the talk of the town, flanked by a couple staff members, what looked like his personal assistant, a small camera crew, and a bodyguard. you can hear the collective intake of breath from the room as soon as he walks in.
“hello, everyone!” he walks to the center of the room, practiced smile plastered on his face. " how's everyone doing? i'm really happy to be here!"
the team immediately erupts into applause at his words. you reluctantly join, rolling your eyes.
he starts shaking hands and exchanging quick hellos as he makes his way further in the room. when he approaches your group, he stops in front of your boss. you can't help but notice how his beige polo shirt and white shorts make him stand out sharply from the dozens of people in the room dressed in bland office attire.
"we-welcome to real madrid!" your boss exclaims, stumbling over his words. you stare at the ground, fighting the urge to laugh.
“thanks, I’m excited to meet all of you,” kylian replies warmly, his gaze shifting to you for a brief moment. “and you are…?”
" y/n l/n, financial analyst" you say, putting on your best fake smile. "pleasure to meet you"
"pleasure is all mine" he murmurs, extending his hand towards you. you shake it, and his grip is surprisingly firm and warm. you maintain eye contact, searching for something in his face.
“sorry, I was wondering if you could sign this?” your boss interrupts, gesturing to his jersey.
"of course" kylian says. you overhear your co-workers gushing over him as he signs the jersey, declarations ranging from "he's more handsome in person" to "i can't believe he's actually here". he has a small smirk playing on his face as he listens, the jerk. of course what he needs is more fodder for his already inflated ego.
after handing your boss his jersey back, he turns back towards you , catching you off guard. “so, how long have you been with the club?”
"two years" you respond. "best workplace in the world, as i'm sure you're going to find out"
"oh, i already know'" he says, shoving his hands into his pockets. "i've been obsessed with this club since i was a little kid"
"really?" you tilt your head skeptically. " you didn't give that impression the past 6 years or so"
silence.
his eyes narrow, and was that an irritated look crossing his face? your heart races when you realize you've struck a nerve. he looks at you– really looks at you for the first time. before, you were just one of many he was obliged to make small talk to for the cameras but now you're the annoying woman who dares to question him.
“it's been a long road, i admit” he says carefully. “but i’m here now, and i’m just really happy”
“the biggest signing bonus we’ve ever given – i'd be surprised if you weren't over the moon” you say drily.
he clears his throat, smile completely faltering for a moment. “money isn’t my motivation”
“sure it isn’t!” you chirp sarcastically.
"no, really. i have plently of that already" he smirks, his gaze lazily dropping down to your chest. "you have a stain on your shirt, by the way”
"can we- shall we all gather for a group photo?" your boss, who was watching the entire exchange with a horrified look on his face, waves everyone over. he shoots you a pained look as he ushers kylian into the center of the group, mouthing a 'what the fuck???' over his shoulder. you grimace as you stand off to the side, arms crossed.
kylian lingers for a little bit after the photos, chatting with eager people, which, let's be honest, is everyone else besides you. a few minutes later his assistant announces that he needs to be on his way to get ready for the stadium presentation, so he makes his rounds again, shaking everyone's hand and saying goodbye individually.
when he approaches you, his smile fades a little. it thrills you to know it takes him more effort to fake his niceties with you.
"it was nice meeting you..." he looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to finish the sentence.
you almost roll your eyes, of course he’s pretending not to remember your name.
“it’s y/n” your boss supplies when you stay silent. he’s grinning,  just glad to be of service to the great kylian mbappe.
“y/n, yes!” kylian’s eyebrows rise in feigned realization. He gives you an exaggerated apologetic shrug, then leans in close, whispering just for you, “sorry, y/n, it’s just that some names are…forgettable.”
"just like some nights are forgettable,” you whisper back “or at least you wish they were, just because they’re so fucking bad.”
he gives you a genuinely confused look, a question in his eyes.
“yeah, i’d block out the memory of lasting one minute too” you smirk. “ I still have your watch, by the way”
his eyes widen so much it’s almost comical. there’s an undeniable look of recognition on his face. oh, he remembers now.
he opens his mouth to say something, but he’s whisked away by his entourage. he's actually running late for his presentation now.
you shake your head as you watch him go. he's exactly as you remember him: all charm on the surface and arrogance underneath.
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this is the story of how you come to despise kylian mbappe. it starts off six months before that fateful morning in madrid, in packed nightclub in paris. you're on a weeklong girls' trip, your first time in the city of love. you've done all of the activities on a tourist's checklist: gone sightseeing, had some of the amazing pastries, and of course, taken the mandatory instagram pictures.
on your last night, you and your friend decide to go to some of the most exclusive clubs in the city  – your friend, who does pr for the big fashion houses, has connections that get you past doors.
you're just coming out of a period of depression, something you’ve struggled with throughout your life. after several months of feeling like a grey cloud was hanging over you everywhere you went, you crave some excitement and spontaneity— basically something to remind you you're alive. and so you're a woman on a mission that night: to find a hot man and hook up with him. no strings attached.
it turns out, you don't have to look far. you're on the dance floor of the first club you visit, moving amongst the hot sweaty bodies when you feel a tap on your shoulder.
you turn to find a tall, burly man looking down at you.
“my friend wants to buy you a drink” he says without introduction, pointing up to the vip section where you honestly can’t see anything through a wall of bodyguards.
“okay” you say, smiling. “he can buy me a drink”
there’s an unspoken statement from his end. he wants you to come up
“how old is he?” you ask more out of curiosity than anything else. there’s no way you’re going with him. “and how tall?”
the bodyguard is obviously taken aback. “uh, he’s 25, and…6 feet?”
“6’2 and above only, sorry” you say, giggling as you walk away to your friends who are waiting at the bar.
before long, you find yourself on the dance floor again, pressed up against someone with your back to their front, swaying to the rhythm of the music. You don't even know what they look like, but their body feels strong, solid. when their fingers graze your hips, you flip around, curiosity getting the better of you.
to your credit, your face doesn’t give away the fact that you know this person. that you’re probably one of his biggest fans in the world. that you watch even the most boring of psg games just for him. or that you want him at your club so so badly. no, you’re smart enough to arrange your face into a facade of nonchalance.
the first thing you notice is the smell of dior sauvage, and then the pretty dimples he flashes you when he sees you’re facing him.
“your dimples are pretty” you shout over the loud music. oops. looks like you’re in the ‘speaking without a filter’ stage of being drunk.
“thanks” he says into your ear. “why did you say no to vip? i was hoping you’d come up”
realization hits. oh.
“you’re not 6 feet tall!” you shriek gleefully, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “your bodyguard lied”
"yeah, I'm 5'10" he’s got a look of amused confusion on his face. “not sure why that matters though”
“that’s kind of short for a guy” you say. “you chose the right sport”
he raises his eyebrows, perhaps surprised you recognize him. “let me buy you that drink. and maybe we can talk about something other than my height?”
and so it begins. you spend the next thirty minutes at the bar pretending you both don’t know where this is leading and what you both want. you talk about madrid, how your time in paris is going. you don’t mention your employer, and he doesn’t talk about his impending transfer. he’s surprisingly witty and observant, something you don’t expect from a celebrity, and certainly not a footballer. at one point in the conversation, his hand lands on your thigh and it doesn’t leave. you’re drowning in anticipation, in want.
finally, he suggests you take this somewhere else. somewhere quiet, where you can 'talk more'.
you say yes. soon you’ve said your goodbyes to your friends and you’re in his car, and you don’t even know where you’re going, because you've both dropped all pretenses and are making out in the backseat. he's great at kissing, and even better at making you forget your name as soon as he touches you.
you hesitate for a brief second when you see you’ve arrived at a hotel a few minutes later, but his hand is warm on yours, so you let him lead you inside. everything after this is a blur— you remember the short elevator ride, his room key flashing, his lips immediately finding yours again as soon as the door clicks shut.
inside the room, your kisses grow heated, but they’re sloppy and unfocused. his hands are everywhere, sliding all over your body frantically. you both stumble over to the bed hazily, clothes disappearing off your bodies in the process.
it’s fast. so fast that you don’t realize it’s began until it’s over. afterwards, he collapses against you in a breathless heap, and you can only stare at the ceiling, trying to fend off the crushing weight of disappointment.
you roll him off your body slowly, but he doesn’t protest because he’s already dozed off. the alcohol has dulled your thoughts and your senses, but you can’t shake the creeping sense of hurt. somehow, sleep takes over you as well.
you stir awake a few hours later. the other side of the bed is empty, but you can hear movement from the bathroom. you're rubbing your eyes, groggy, when something catches your attention —his phone, which sits on the bed side table, is unlocked and displaying a text conversation.
don't do it, you think, do NOT do it.
but your hand treacherously reaches out and grabs the phone. you find that it’s a group chat of him and his friends. you skim over the texts quickly, aware that he's just in the other room.
tchaga: Kylian where tf are you???
kylian: with that girl from the club
ous: bro we stopped by your place you weren’t there
kylian: you know I don’t take groupies to my place what if she’s like in love with me
ous: 😭😭
tchaga: was it worth ditching your friends
kylian: I don’t remember a lot tbh. sucks, because I had to pretend I wanted to talk to her for like 30 minutes before we got to the hotel🙄
kylian: think I’ll head out before she wakes up and it gets awkward haha
your stomach immediately starts to churn with a mixture of humiliation and hurt. you're not an idiot, you knew what you signing up for when you left that club with him. a fun, meaningless hookup was what you wanted. but you didn't think it would be this. you're nauseous with disgust— not just at him, but at yourself. he brought you to a hotel, took what he wanted, and now he's laughing about it with his boys. you feel cheap, like he used and discarded you.
the worst part is, you used to like the guy. you were a huge fan of him as a footballer, and maybe even harbored a little crush on him. now you don't even want to see his face ever again.
you put the phone down quickly when you hear the bathroom door creak open, closing your eyes and pretending to sleep. you can hear him as he quietly moves around while he gets dressed. seconds later, you hear the click of the door shutting behind him.
just like that, he's gone.
you're not far behind him, eager to leave the room and the night behind. as you're gathering your things, you spot his watch on the bedside table. in a flash of anger, you stuff it in your purse along with your belongings. you also see he’s left a note, but you throw that into the trash without reading it. then you're out the door.
so, that's the story of how you come to hate kylian mbappe: in one careless, thoughtless night, he crushed the fragile self esteem you managed to rebuild over the past couple months, leaving you feeling smaller than ever. like you're worthless.
and now he's living in the same city as you, playing for the same club you work for. he's got everyone wrapped around his finger, worshipping the ground he walks on. and you? you'll never not despise him, that's for sure. come hell or high water.
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danjaley · 3 months ago
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Evolution of the Revolution Storyline (long read)
I still can't quite believe it all made sense in the end - I've been working on that Revolution storyline from the moment I decided to continue the McCarrics open-end. And that was in 2020 (or in 1738).
First there were these famous two lines:
Rosalie's son: Would you like to take on a charity case? Fergus' son: I've learned to be cautious when people ask me like this.
The charity case was a French refugee priest whose story I later split between Sœur Thérèse and Père Leclerc. Fergus' son wasn't cleft-lipped at the time (but always half-orphaned), and Rosalie's son wasn't gay. I don't remember exactly, but I think that happened when I was trying to work a French nobleman into the story. We're getting closer to the point where it will clash with the other gay male storyline. Which I plotted even earlier because it connects to Alasdair's story in the end.
It took me ages to think of marrying Nicolas to Marianne's daughter. Originally Marianne had three children, the oldest being named after his father Charles. Originally, Marianne arrived at Rosalie's place in a state of indignation, before the war broke out:
Marianne: … so I said to Charles, this was the last straw, if they’re starting to arrest people for any opinion whatsoever, I’m not staying in this country a moment longer. Charles being a Scottish Royalist made a difference so far, but I wouldn’t rely on it any longer. He does though – funny, as he always wanted to be so French. I just hope he won’t come to regret having his own way. So I said, give me the children, I’m going to visit Rosalie until this nonsense is over. You cannot be careful enough with your heir, don’t I know it? Oh and I brought Lucie’s governess as well. I’m sorry to intrude upon you with such an entourage, but she wouldn’t have stood a chance on her own, poor girl. I’m only glad the other two are safe. Roseanne went to Cologne with her husband and André had the good sense to join an English trading company.
Charles jr. was then the father of Lucie and the governess was already Sr. Thérèse. Much of the closing-the-school dialogue is from that time, although it didn't include Béatrice then. One or both of the Charles were to die in the Revolution later.
Marianne: It – it says Charles is dead. Rosalie: Good Lord, did they behead him? Marianne: Mercifully not. He was arrested and then they weren’t sure what to do with him. But he took ill in prison and … I should have been there! Remember how Father sat with Fergus day and night – Rosalie: No I don’t – remember? And Fergus died anyway. Charles knew he was risking his life. You’d probably have died before him in prison. You did what you could with offering to take him to Scotland and at least you got the children away.
Rosalie is alluding to the fact that she only learned of Fergus' death several weeks later, which I was writing at the same time then.
At that point, the unrelated Nicolas died in the same wave of executions as Charles. Rosalie, as usual, was trying and failing to read Jonathan's emotions.
Rosalie to Ysobel: Do you think Mathew has time to come for a visit? I’m worried about Jonathan. He takes it awfully hard about Charles – more so than Marianne, and she’s his mother. At least I think it must be about Charles, as there weren’t any other deaths in the family recently; but I didn’t know they were particularly close; they only met a couple of times.
At that time Matt sometimes communicated by writing into his notebook – until I realized how much work that would be to pose!
Jonathan: Don’t you dare write anything down! It’s exactly what you think it its. (hands him the paper) Matthew: Gawd, I’m shorry. Jonathan: I’m glad you’re here. It's good to have someone who knows what’s the matter. Matthew: Ye should dalk ‘o yer barentsh though. ‘ell ‘em y’ lost a loved one i’France. ‘hat’sh almoshd ‘he truth, and ‘hey might let y’ off ‘he hook wi’ marrying.
Another interesting point is that I transcribed Matt's speech differently then, than I do today. Also I reused several motifs of that dialogue in other places.
Then I was completely stuck where to go from Nicolas' demise. I was thinking of his wife or sister turning to Jonathan for help. At some point it struck me that Roseanne could double as this wife, which would also provide a story how they first met. Since the two Charles were nothing but confusing, the youngest brother André became the heir, so those lose ends were tied up. At this point I wrote the prison-scene and the argument between Jonathan and Roseanne. Originally I wanted to leave it a mystery what he told her "alone, outside":
Jonathan: I want a word with you. Alone. Outside. ... Roseanne (returning, blushed): Pack a bag each. We’re going to England.
Only in England it would have turned out that he told her Nicolas was in the crate, not that he was the Italian lover. But that proved too complicated and artificial.
Then there was a phase in which André came home to die and his father Charles survived. Originally, Marianne's outburst of anger at Matt is from that context and it was Charles who spoke. There was a lot more bitterness as they realized Nicolas had been smuggled in a crate, but their own son won't come alive again. In this version, Lucie was orphaned and adopted by Roseanne and Nicolas.
André: You must be very brave and do everything your aunts and uncles say. They’ll take you to Scotland. It’s beautiful there, and safe. You have a wonderful family there too. I couldn’t think of a better place for you. Lucie: But I want to go to Scotland together with you! André: I wish we could go together. But I must go and be with your mother now. You’ll always be our little girl. Don’t forget that.
In the end it was all too similar to Fergus' story. And there's more tension with André knowing Nicolas' secret now.
Lord Alfred Benjamin Clarke is named after an inconsiderate English tourist in a 19th century German morality tale. He ordered a customized engraved glass with his initials (ABC) and never picked it up. In the end they give it to the school-teacher as a present. With Jonathan being completely inspired by the classicist movement, it was the most logical thing to send him on an art-related rescue mission. It took me another while to figure out the fastest way would be for Richard to engineer the whole thing:
Rosalie: I’m writing to Richard immediately. Jonathan: There’s no time to send a letter to London and wait for a reply. Besides I doubt if Richard can leave at a moment’s notice. I’ll tell you what we’ll do. This foppish member of parliament, whom he’s counselling, wrote me just recently about a Roman torso he wishes to acquire. Probably Richard gave him my address. I haven’t felt like replying to this nonsense yet, but now I think I’ll take the commission. The torso is in France, just a few miles outside of Paris.
The idea of claiming to be Scottish subjects was inspired by how the Schottenkloster in Regensburg avoided being disbanded. They weren't exaaactly Scottish property, but it took decades to contact the Crown about it, and then they obviously kept the free monastery offered to them. It's disbanded now anyway, but half of its archive is kept in Edinburgh and a nuisance to all researchers.
Béatrice was there as a name for a long time, but her storyline is fairly new. It was clear from Nicolas' earlier behaviour that he wasn't particularly interested in his daughter. And it was clear from later scenes I've already written that she adores him (somewhat undeservedly).
The very latest addition was actually Matt killing the prison warden. I felt that there was a decisive incident needed at this point, one that would get them all away safely, but at a high price. Before, Matt wasn't very closely involved in Nicolas' rescue. That's why I cut his longer speech as he comforted Jonathan after the break-up. Now he only says "Bloo’y ungra’eful idiot!", because of his own share in saving Nicolas' life. He did it so that Jonathan could be with his love, and now he just goes ahead and breaks up. I felt Matt would be less than ever in the mood to see Nicolas' point of view.
Matthew: There were timesh when I deshpished the arrogan’ idio’ for having a wife an’ children an’ not being con’ent. Bu’ don’’ forge’ he wash imprishone’ for weeksh, facing exshecution. No’ody deshervesh tha’. Eshpeshially no’ for being with you. If he wantsh ‘o reform hish life, he migh’ shtart by being more tac’ful an’ grateful ‘o you.
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nautiscarader · 3 months ago
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Announcing my semi-retirement
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This is a post I have been putting of writing for quite some time, and I make it with heavy heart... But first, tl;dr!
Most importantly, Don't Panic!
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No, I'm not going anywhere.
I am also not deleting anything.
I simply don't want to give you false expectations about my activity here. I will keep writing, just at my (very) own pace.
Right, do we all have towels, and some refreshments of your choice?
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Cool, let's dive right in - it will be over soon.
(oh and usual minor content warning regarding health stuff applies)
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...what have I just said? I am not going anywhere! ...or at least not by my choice.
Yeah, in the past 10 months I have disappeared without a trace to the point that some of you thought I have snuffed it. 2.5 months, two weeks here or there, month and then another month out of nowhere...
The sad truth is that my illness, multiple sclerosis, is spreading, plus I have some other health issues that do need looking at occasionally. In fact, I might be going to some new clinic in September/October, but that's TBA.
As a result, I have become steadily more and more unreliable when it comes to delivering prompts, or even basic asks - and I cannot let that stay. Not to mention the length and quality of my works got hit by that - some of you have noticed that and pointed out/asked me about it in the most delicate way - and I thank you deeply for that.
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And I can already hear you...err...type: "We don't care! Take your time!" Guys, I have taken so much time that the Time Lords will soon be on my ass asking for it back with interest.
I... simply don't want to give you guys false hope and expectations.
I believe I heard it in Hank Green's cancer vlog that once such illness hits you, it "becomes your job". So think of it like that. Me having a really taxing job, often requiring my presence at inconvenient times.
Or maybe think of me going on holidays! To... hospitals...
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So that is it, from now, I free myself from the shackles and obligations of prompts and writing weeks... though of course I have been falling out of rhythm for a loooong time, so... I think it is fair to say you are already used to it...
I will keep writing and publishing stuff... very occasionally, though. And I may one day just decide I am feeling strong enough for some quick round of prompts. In fact I will be updating some prompt hubs with old tumblr asks, so keep an eye on that.
Aaand of course I am not leaving you alone!
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I can wholeheartedly recommend @fereality-indy, @animation-recaps-by-sean, @noblechaton, @billythsquid, @noblesnook, @thatguywiththefaceog and so many more writers here and on Ao3 - feel free to browse my bookmarks there!
Oh, and speaking of Ao3, don't forget it that it has excellent backup function! As for tumblr, there is tumblrThree, a program to back up any blog, if you are afraid of someone disappearing! You can download mine! it only weights...
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...seventy-seven gigabytes, that is a lot of lolcats.
Anyway, that is it. Honestly, not much is going to change. I have been barely writing, and I will continue to do so - it's just I now have medical papers as an excuse.
Thanks to all of you for understanding and for your many messages of concern and support!
Oh, one more thing - H-Hotel!
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Feel free to invite your own crazy crossover couples there and use this gif, I mean it, just credit and tag me.
...the only thing is, there is this huge boiler in the basement, and someone will need to check if it doesn't overheat. And since it runs on stardust, it would be bad for the multiverse if it exploded.
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But I'm sure you will remember.
Anyway, see you later!
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silverynight · 1 year ago
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A charming witch
Part I (of 3)
When he was a little kid, Izuku summoned a demon by accident; he's not sure how it happened and his mother never explained it in detail, but all he knows is that the demon looked like a kid too and that he tried to bite Izuku's neck.
Fortunately, he didn't, but it made Izuku chose a more peaceful path when it came to practicing sorcery and magic.
Now he practices green magic and he has a little store in the middle of the village where he sells potions for all kinds of trouble and illnesses. The good thing is that flowers and plants are a very safe way to do magic. No demons involved.
There are other types of witches who deal with dark magic and summon demons (or banish them) for all kinds of purposes.
Izuku is happy with his potions and herbs; he certainly doesn't need anything else.
But that doesn't mean that trouble doesn't find his way to his doorstep anyways.
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Izuku has a friend named Uraraka, she's a witch too, but she deals with more powerful magic; however, sometimes she needs a couple of potions and that's how she ends up in Izuku's little shop most of the time when she finds herself in the village.
That particular day she walks in with a demon; the demon is all pink and keeps smiling and looking around in awe like a very curious child.
Izuku knows not all demons are dangerous or seek to eradicate human kind and yet he gets a little bit startled when he finally sees her.
"Sorry!" He blushes when the demon squeaks in delight; she's bonded to Uraraka by magic so she has to go wherever the witch goes, but she doesn't seem to mind.
"You were right," the demon grins at Uraraka, staring at Izuku with interest. "He's such a cutie."
Uraraka rolls her eyes, but looks mostly amused.
"This is Ashido Mina, the demon I summoned to assist me for a while. In exchange, she gets to see our world because for some reason she likes it."
"I do!" Ashido smiles, prompting Izuku to finally relax around her. "It's like being on vacation! And trust me it's better here at the moment because Blasty has been insufferable for the last few years... He's pining..."
"Blasty?" Izuku mumbles in confusion, not entirely sure he wants the answer to that question.
"My boss, the demon king," Ashido explains, like it's not a big deal.
Izuku nods and offers them both a cup of tea; the shop is quiet that day so he can spend time with his friend and her demon.
"I don't smell other demons on you," Ashido observes after a while.
"I don't summon demons," Izuku says calmly, a little bit amused by Ashido's surprised expression. It's fair since most of the witches have summoned one at least once in their lives.
His own mother did once and it ended up with her having a baby and being abandoned years later, which was not a good experience. But Izuku doesn't like to talk about that and he doesn't think any of them are interested in that.
"Why not?"
"His blood can only summon very powerful demons apparently," Uraraka says, surprising Izuku who looks at her in confusion. "Your mother explained it to me once. No matter the symbol he writes, his blood immediately summons another completely different."
Ashido puts a hand under her chin, like she's deep in thought; Izuku gets a little bit distracted by her horns and wonders if it'd be rude of him to get out his notebook and start taking notes about her.
"That's... interesting," she comments after a while. "Are you an omega?"
"A what?"
"Mina, I told you humans are not like that," Uraraka says, like she's had that conversation before. "We don't have a second gender."
"Like betas?"
"No... well, yes, just like them."
"What are you talking about?" The green haired witch asks, as curiosity and excitement make him forget about politeness.
"Demons have secondary genders," Uraraka tells him, chuckling when Izuku's eyes glimmering with curiosity and excitement. She's never seen another witch so hungry for knowledge.
"We can be alphas, omegas or betas," Ashido cuts in, happy to talk about her kind. "Alphas and omegas usually make good couples, but there are all kinds of them."
Izuku listens with undivided attention and finally makes his notebook appear because that's just so fascinating to miss.
"Wait," he cuts her off, immediately feeling terrible about interrupting, knowing he's probably blushing to the tip of his ears at the moment. "You mentioned something about bites earlier, what did you mean?"
"Instead of getting married, like humans do," Ashido says. "Demons mark their partners with a mating bite; it has to be done on the scent glands, which are on our necks."
The information unlocks a couple of memories in Izuku's brain that he didn't know he had up until now.
There's a blond demon with red horns and red eyes that looks like a kid and is telling Izuku that he needs to bite his neck immediately.
"The demon I summoned tried to bite my neck, that's why my mom got scared..."
"Was he a pup when that happened?" Ashido moves closer, eyes shining with excitement. "I mean the demon, was he a pup?"
"A pup?"
"She means a little kid."
"Oh. Yeah."
"A blond gremlin with piercing red eyes? Very bossy for his age?"
"Uhh... something like that," Izuku mumbles, having a very bad feeling about where the conversation is heading already.
"Are you Deku?" She says excitedly. "I can't believe I found the famous Deku!"
"My name is Midoriya Izuku actually," he corrects her, having the feeling that he has heard someone else call him that before.
"This is amazing!" Ashido squeaks in delight. "Blasty's ridiculous longing will finally come to an end! We need to summon him!"
"Blasty as in the king of the demons?" Uraraka quirks up a brow at her demon friend.
"Yes!"
"No," Uraraka and Izuku utter at the same time, shaking their heads. The pink demon starts pouting.
"Why not?"
"That's a very powerful demon, I won't be able to control him if he decides to do something," Uraraka replies, earning another pout from Ashido.
The demon even rolls her eyes at them.
"Alright, listen. I know he looks like a gremlin who's constantly angry at his own existence, but he'd never harm his Deku."
"My name is Izuku," he corrects her again. Suddenly, another one of his memories unlocks. "Are you talking about Kacchan?"
Both girls (the demon and the witch) stare at him like he just said something in another language.
"His name is Bakugo Katsuki, but I think I heard him mention something like that to Kiri... you used to call him that, right?"
"I..." Izuku starts feeling weird out of the sudden. He's dizzy. "I don't know."
He gets closer to the main cabinet behind the counter and takes one of the potions he makes for himself. Ashido grabs one of his arms to get his attention and Izuku gets a glimpse of a very tall and muscular blond demon sitting on a throne with a permanent scowl upon his face.
He doesn't have visions like his grandmother did, so it's weird for him to see things like that and it's even more puzzling and confusing when he gets the impression that the demon stares back at him for a brief moment.
"Deku?"
Instinctively, he shakes Ashido's hand away and takes a few steps back.
"Alright, that's enough," Uraraka takes the pink demon's hand to lead her towards the exit. "It's time to go."
"Wait! At least give him a chance!" Ashido pleads. "He won't hurt you, I promise!"
"It's a dangerous practice for someone who has never done that before, like me," Izuku explains, besides, he can't believe the demon king is the same as the little bossy demon who tried to bite him once. She must be mistaken.
He gives Uraraka the potions she had commissioned a couple of weeks ago and decides to close the shop early that day because he feels so very tired suddenly.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Ashido."
"Same, cutie." She sighs, before waving at him. "Although I still believe you should summon him."
"I don't think that's a good idea."
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syren201 · 8 months ago
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Bittersweet
(Forgive me for I am new at posting fics on Tumblr.)
I've had a fic idea in my head for months ever since I watched Arcane and saw Viktor develop through the season. This was meant to be a later part of a bigger story that I'm not sure that I'll ever actually write, and it would be the wedding between an Arcane OC of mine and Viktor. So here is a little one off moment, more to get me back into writing.
Warnings: Fem!Reader/OC. Spoilers for 1st season of Arcane. Mention of terminal illness. A little spicy near the end if you look really hard.
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Bittersweet
All eyes were on her as she walked down the aisle. It was almost unimaginable to her that this day has arrived. They had always talked about marriage, when it would happen, how it would happen. But that had always been for the future and his prognosis had hurried everything along.
We were planning to get married anyway, so why not now?
The guest list mainly consisted of friends and colleagues from the Academy. She could see Jayce and Mel from the front row, smiling at her. She remembered asking them the day before to not let any sadness through, she wanted today to be happy.
More faces. Heimerdinger. Sky. Others from her department and his. Considering how quickly this had been pulled together, she was surprised there were guests at all.
"We're getting married."
"Say that again?" Jayce looked up from his notes at the two of them, confusion lining his face.
She stood tall, a smile on her face as she squeezed Viktor's hand. Taking a glace over, she could see Viktor leaning heavily on his cane. "We're getting married."
A smile spread across Jayce's face as he stood up and walked over to them. "That's wonderful news! When... is the date?"
"In two days."
Jayce for his part tried not to look too surprised at the news. His eyes shifted between the two of them, his eyebrows slightly raised. "That's very soon."
This time, Viktor spoke up. "Well considering... how little time I have left. I just wanted to spend the remainder of it with us married."
And that had been it. No formal plans other than to show up with an officiant and get this done. They had notified who they could and went about making sure they had everything else they need. It was as they were buying their rings that Jayce and Mel had suddenly shown up and dragged them away from each other, stating that they needed the proper clothes to get married in and they were going to make sure they had the appropriate dress and suit.
So here she was, walking down the aisle with a hastily made bouquet, in a simple white dress, a smile on her face as she caught sight of Viktor waiting for her at the front. Growing up, she had been told this would be the happiest day of her life and it was.
But it was also bittersweet.
She had remembered the day he had collapsed and how fast she had rushed to be by his side, the news that the doctor had delivered. She had held her tears in front of him even as she crumbled on the inside.
"You should leave. Move on from me."
"No. If we only have so much time left, I want to spend it with you."
Finally, she reached the front. She spared the officiant a brief glance, but after that, she only had eyes for Viktor. No sign of the usual tiredness in his face as he smiled at her. Despite everything, this was still a happy moment for them and refused to think of anything else. The world seemed to melt away as they said their vows and before she knew it they were leaning in for a kiss. It wasn't a short one but her lips lingered on his as she pulled back and smiled. She squeezed his hands quickly before sliding her hand and linking arms with him. She caught the smiles of their friends as they walked back down the aisle together, now as a married couple.
Her heart was singing. It occurred to her that it never really did matter when their wedding day happened, as long as it did. And as they sat through a hastily planned dinner, they laughed and shared stories of their life together, no mention of the rising tensions between Piltover and the Undercity, no talk of science or their inventions, no acknowledgement of the very reason this wedding had been rushed.
Eventually the day ended ended and they arrived back at their shared home, eager to get each other out of their wedding clothes. It was here when his back was turned that a little bit of her emotions slipped and the smile faded from her face as the weight of their situation made a reappearance. She was quick regain her composure, putting a smile back on her face as he turned and reached for her. She let herself forget as she often did on nights like these when it was the two of them legs, tangled together on the bed. When everything was done and they were resting, she closed her eyes and let herself bask in the feeling of his arms. Nothing else seemed to matter now. Little did she know, in a matter of days, their worlds would erupt into chaos.
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eldrigeonsss · 1 year ago
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Favorite fnc au, go
I was told not to overthink this, and then proceeded to overthink it completely-
I went on a fucking heroes journey trying to answer this ask, and though I know in my heart that anon just wanted a tiny glimpse into my brain, my ass was thinking far too much for a cohesive thought.
So here’s a couple that have been on the mind, fnc-centric
- Wild West AU
Yes, I’m also working on a Wild West AU for Ethersea, no you can never have too many cowboy aus. I’ve not done anything about this, I’m just thinking very hard about it, bc outlaws are literally land pirates. Anyways imagine you’re a bounty hunter Chip, going to bust some outlaws smuggling some stuff, and find a captive fish-man who seems way too feral for his own good. Imagine you end up recruiting this fish-man to help you hunt but immediately find out that whatever this guy is involved in, it goes WAY deeper than just getting unlucky and getting taken captive by some lowlife thugs. Shenanigans.
- Spaceship AU
(If you’ve ever listened to Swan Song by The Mechanisms, you get it) Chip finds this battered, strangely-shaped ship while stranded on a planet, and ends up stealing it, later discovering that the ship is powered by the mind of a long-dead champion named Gillion. Time for some space adventures! No tragedy here ahah :3 how much can it possibly hurt to fall in love with someone that you know you’ll never truly get to touch?
- Old Tattoo (the coffee shop au that lost its way)
This one’s literally just a self-indulgent (fully projecting) modern au where the albatrio are all adults trying to live a normal fucking life, while the universe is trying super hard to put them back together. (Soulmates frrrr) They eventually become roomates, and are also pulled into various schemes cooked up by Old Man Earl, as normalcy slowly begins to lose its meaning. They’re all trans, they’re all mentally ill, and they’re all vaguely aware of the fact that they knew each other in a past life. This one’s fnc-centric I think, unless PolyPirates demands it becomes known, and in that case I cannot stop it. I don’t control my writing my writing controls me.
Stone Age AU
This one requires knowledge of the Just Rolled What If: Stone Age session for it to truly make sense, but if you don’t have access to it, just imagine; what if there was timeline shenanigans a la spiderverse? Essentially, the crew of the Stone Age timeline fucked up in their world, and jeopardized multiple other universes. Chip and Jay from this world are completely immoral, and Gillion is trying his best to fix what they have done, while swearing an oath to kill his Chip and Jay. Stone!Chip and regular timeline Chip swap places, and while Stone!Chip learns of what could have been had things been different, the family he missed out on, regular Chip meets a broken and battered Gillion, devoid of that spark he’d grown familiar to. This au is mostly angst. I wanna talk more about it but I’d want that to be it’s own post (or fic)
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triumphantfury · 8 months ago
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Hi!!! Just dropping by because I was missing your fics so I reread them and now I have to tell you how much I love you. I love you a lot, by the way. Like literally every time I read a chapter of yours I love you more because GAH the writing is so damn good. Ahem anyways thank you so much for the update on Wrapped in Red and I still have to fan myself every time I look at Upside, but I've been thinking the most about "To Suffer a Witch." I don't mean to put any pressure on you or anything but may I inquire on the next chapter's status? Or perhaps just request a snippet? Also when you asked the readers whether or not they'd like an eventual lemon I'd like to vote yes to the lemon. Please. Possibly-Demon Hiccup is hot as hell and I'm greedy. 😅
Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful writing with us and I hope you have a wonderful day, week, and at least a virtual cabin in the woods where you can relax, read, and at least think on writing!
Oh boy….
It’s taken me forever to get around to answering this ask, but as the new chapter update is almost complete (after way, WAY too many rewrites), I feel like I can finally post this reply with some measure of confidence. Sorry it’s taken so long. I wish I had a good excuse, but my brain sometimes just shuts me out.
Anyway, after much anticipation, and likely a little cursing, here’s an excerpt from the soon to be posted next chapter of TSaW:
*The next couple days seemed to drag by for Astrid. She felt trapped between a longing to see Hiccup again just to prove she wasn’t mad, and a strong urge to just write it all off as a delusion. Perhaps one brought on by some bad grain or curdled milk. Countless times she’d been sure she heard hoofbeats outside, only to have them grow into a roll of thunder the next second. Or she’d catch a glimpse of a dark shadow approaching on the road, only to have it melt from her sight a moment later as if swept away by the driving rain.
Some small part of her was starting to worry she was actually going mad. Her mood darkening as she channeled her other feelings into straight anger so as to help herself deal with it better. It wasn’t as if she could really speak of it to anyone, anyway. She was still too confused about it herself.
Resigned to bear this burden alone, Astrid had kept to herself as much as possible while trapped inside. Waiting impatiently for a break in the weather when she could distract herself with repairs outside instead. The Lord knows there was always plenty of work to keep her busy. That, and manual labour was better than wasting time dwelling on… Whatever it was that had occurred here the other night.
Fortunately - or maybe unfortunately - she’d soon discovered that the storm hadn’t done anywhere near as much damage as she’d expected given its ferocity. The house, shed, and barn had all weathered fair enough at least. An old tree had toppled near the back of the pasture though. She’d gone out to repair the section of broken fencing yesterday. Her brothers helping her as much as she would allow them to - which mostly meant keeping the opportunistic goats from escaping through the hole while she worked.
It had been while she was winding the last of the rope around the newly set post that Ruffnut had approached her from across the field. Somehow always keyed in to the local to-dos, Tuffnut had heard from one of their other neighbours that some people had started to fall ill in town. The worst of which was little Argh — Mr. and Mrs. Ack’s youngest son, who was not yet a full year into this world.
“Gunnar thinks it’s because of those witches that Trader Johan was talking about the other day,” Ruff stage-whispered over the fence. Her thumb gesturing towards the home on the far side of Mildew’s plot as she glanced around, as if to make sure no one else was within earshot.
“I’d be rather foolish to agree,” Astrid huffed. “It’s likely just been brought on by the rain. We all know that a chill in the air today sets a chill in the bones tomorrow.” Looking away from her gossipy neighbour, she dressed the knot as her father had taught her before pulling it good and tight. Then she stood and gave her work a proud once over. Nodding, as if to show her approval to the craftsman.
“Maybe…” Ruffnut’s hesitant reply trailed off thoughtfully, and she was chewing on her lip when Astrid at last looked her way again. It was almost as if she had something she wanted to say, but wasn’t sure if she should speak it aloud.
“Go on,” Astrid grumbled. “Whatever it is, spit it out.”
“Well, Gunnar told Tuff that Trader Johan said the evil, or what ever it is, would arrive first in the form of a black shadow on horse back…”
“Trader Johan has always enjoyed adding plenty of dramatic nonsense about ghosties, ghoulies, and other such things to his tales,” Astrid felt the need to point out. “He seems to think it makes the stories more exciting.”
“I know,” Ruff agreed. “Thing is, Tuffnut swears he saw a stranger dressed in all black when he was out in the woods yesterday. A stranger riding atop a huge black horse. When he tried to get a better look, man and horse were already gone. Maybe the horse was just really fast, but… Tuff said it gave him the creeps.” Her eyes were shifting all around again as she leaned closer over the fence, and she looked unexpectedly nervous.
“Oh, that was probably just…” Astrid’s words died on the way to her mouth as she thought better of it.
Astrid knew how Tuff felt. The unease of not being sure exactly what you had just born witness too. This did not mean that she should necessarily encourage him to repeat his tale. Especially when she didn’t yet know what to think of the whole thing.
Would it truly be wise to mention it to someone else? The twins had never been known for their discretion, and Astrid’s words would simply confirm Tuff’s suspicions — which he would then feel required to share with every person he came across. At best, it could cause a slight scandal that a young man had spent the night in their home. At worst, the superstitious townsfolk may think the Hofferson clan had entertained something entirely inhuman, instead.
No, it was best to keep what she knew of Hiccup Haddock to herself for now. Surely the others would learn of him soon enough. “Just… because Tuff was busy snacking on unknown mushrooms in the forest again.” Astrid finished awkwardly. Covering her near slip-up with an eye roll, just to be safe, and hoping Ruffnut wouldn’t notice.*
If anyone wants to read it, here’s a link to the rest of the story. Or at least the beginning…lol
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ejzah · 1 year ago
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hi!! could you write a draft where the whole team is together, like hanging out at a bar at the end of a case or something, and deeks and kensi are being super sweet to each other and another member of the group (probably callen) watches them and thinks about how wonderful it must be to have something like what they have. sorry if I'm asking too many prompts I'm just obsessed with your densi's fics hahah
A/N: Hi there!
You’re not asking for too many fics! Glad you’re enjoying them.
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Here’s to Happiness
“I still say that was a lucky shot,” Sam insisted as Callen racked up the pool balls and Kensi and Deeks replaced their cues on the wall. “There was something on my cue.” He glared at the offending stick.
“Uh-huh,” Callen said, chuckling at his partner. “Pay up.” He made a “gimme” gesture until Sam grudgingly reached into his pocket and pulled out a $50, slapping the bill into Callen’s outstretched hand.
“You didn’t seem to be having any problems with your cue when you beat me,” Kensi pointed out.
“Yeah, that was before I switched with Deeks.”
“Oh no, I am not getting in the middle of this argument,” Deeks said with a chuckle as they settled back in at the two tables they’d pushed together to make one long one. He draped his arm over Kensi’s shoulders, the gesture comfortable, like he’d done it several times, before he caught himself, and hastily shifted to the back of her chair instead.
Even then, Kensi leaned back a little, like she was searching out his touch.
“Ok, who’s getting the next round?” Nell asked loudly. She’d decided to sit the last round of pool out with Eric in favor of spectating. Callen noticed she’d also taken the opportunity to finish off two more drinks in that time. Which meant she was even more energetic, and entertaining that usual.
Sam nudged his shoulder. “C’mon, spread around some of your ill-gotten winnings.”
“It’s ok, I got it,” Deeks said before Callen could protest, reaching for his wallet. “I’m feeling generous tonight.”
“Ooh, in that case, make mine a medium,” Nell requested. “Sugar on the rim.”
“You got it. Same for everyone else?”
He got a round of nods.
“I’ll help you,” Kensi offered, unnecessarily.
Callen watched approach the bar, practically on top of each other as Deeks gave the bartender their lengthy order. They were given a couple of beers almost immediately, then moved down the line to wait for the mixed drinks.
A few minutes later, Deeks leaned in closer to Kensi under the guise of grabbing the rest of the drinks. His hand rested low on her back for a moment, mouth close to her ear. Whatever he said must have been hilarious, because Kensi did that weird snort-cackle thing of hers. Or, they were so head-over-heels in love that she found everything he said funny.
They lingered at the bar for a couple extra minutes. If Callen hadn’t already known they were together, he would certainly guess they were sleeping together at the very least after tonight.
“Ok, they were all out of that fancy beer you like,” Deeks announced, setting a cold bottle in front of Sam. “So, you’ll have to deal with good old Miller. Sam made a face at that, but took a drink anyway. “Beer for Callen, frozen peach and strawberry margaritas for the Wonder Twins (Kensi set two wide stemmed glasses at Nell and Eric’s end of the table), and of course, only the best for my Ladybird.”
Deeks presented Kensi with her favorite beer with a flourish. She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t completely hide a pleased smile.
Callen wondered if they knew just how obvious they were. Sure, Deeks had always called Kensi nicknames, just as they’d always bantered, and been way more hands-on than most partners. The touching and names had shifted, taking on a distinctly more flirtatious tone in the last couple months.
They hadn’t gone so far as to engage in full-blown PDAs in front of the team, thankfully. Though Nell had adamantly warned against anyone entering the burn room without knocking after an incident she refused to discuss.
“What are you smiling at?” Sam asked, interrupting Callen’s musing.
He jutted his chin in Kensi and Deeks’ direction; they were leaning into each other, Kensi giggling again.
“Mm. What are those two knuckleheads up to now?”
“Eh, the usual.”
“Thinking they’re being discreet, when I’m reality anyone within a mile radius can tell they’re stupidly in love.”
“Pretty much,” Callen agreed.
“Idiots,” Sam said fondly. He watched them too for a few moments, then sighed. “I just hope the fall out isn’t too bad when they eventually crash and burn.”
“You think it’s inevitable?” The thought bothered him more than he liked to consider.
“This is a hard job, and they’re passionate people. Mix the two together,” Sam shrugged. “The odds aren’t in their favor unfortunately.”
“I hope they do,” Callen said, drawing a surprised look from Sam. “Everyone deserves to be happy.”
“Oh, when did you become Mr. Romance?”
“Easy now. I’m just saying, they seem happy, and I’d hate to see them go back to tension of before. Or worse.”
“God, let’s hope not,” Sam groaned. “I think I’d end up shooting somebody.”
Callen shook his head as Kensi, probably with the help of several drinks, threw caution to the wind, and kissed Deeks’ cheek. Although Nell was right next to them, she was too busy teaching Eric some overly complicated looking card game, to notice.
“Of course, this all stays between you and me. Officially, I think it’s a terrible idea,” Callen stressed.
“Absolutely,” Sam agree, clinking the neck of his beer against Callen’s. “Can’t make it too easy on, ‘em.”
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A/N: I’m almost certain this isn’t really what you were asking for, but it’s what came out. I hope that’s ok.
Thanks for the prompt!
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ot3 · 1 year ago
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Sorry that was supposed to say: I love your narumitsu Christmas fic, do you ever think you’ll write other fic?
Thank you very much! and probably, at some point. god knows i have so many ideas. i really want to someday get back to writing my leverage au. I started a direct sequel to the christmas fic over 2 years ago, set 25 years afterwards for more christmas shenanigans, but there was just way way too much i wanted to cram in there like it'd probably be bare minimum 30k and it just got really daunting. I've also got a Phoenix and Trucy centric fic i've been tossing around in my brain for a couple years i'd really like to finish someday, but what's been written of it so far is just really not good.
I'm not much of a prose writer, i don't enjoy doing it a ton and i'm not super confident with the results, so it's really a last ditch effort for when an idea truly will not get purged from my brain. right now pretty much any of the time i would theoretically spend writing goes to working on my comic.
Anyway I had like the first thousand or so words of that sequel fic written up and then just stopped but ill stick whats there below the cut. YMMV.
Neither of them love Los Angeles, but they stay. Sooner or later everyone ends up back there. like a cat neglecting a sunbeam in favor of lying on the worn down arm of a highly trafficked couch, all Phoenix and Miles have to do is wait. The house feels cavernous when it’s just the two of them alone, but the days bleed by fast, sometimes distressingly so, and that emptiness only lasts as much as anything else does.
They’re alone now. Over a year or two since they’ve had a houseguest stay for more than a handful of days at a time. It makes the empty rooms feel frivolous. Perhap there’s something sad about it in the abstract, so many beds gathering dust. Miles doesn’t really mind it.
In the kitchen: Phoenix standing in front of the island chopping peppers and onions, Miles shuffling up behind him. Wraps his arms around his husband’s stomach, in the airy privacy of broad windows looking out to nothing but a generous yard. One hand slips under the hem of his shirt.
“Mmm… making breakfast?” He mumbles into Phoenix’s neck before laying a row of kisses along it.
“Yes, I’m making an omelet. For myself.”
“Oh, don’t be like that,” Miles pushes Phoenix’s shirt up a little further, and starts working his mouth across his jaw.
“I asked you if you wanted breakfast, and you said no, and to let you sleep more, and I did,” Phoenix huffs. 
“Yes, but now I’m awake,” he says, “and I’m hungry.”
One of Phoenix’s hands is still working the knife on the cutting board. The other reaches up over his shoulder to weave into Miles’ hair. Miles steps forward, pressing him insistently against the countertop.
“What? What is this?” Phoenix asks, tapping the flat of the knife on Miles’ wrist. “What are you doing here? Are you trying to have sex with me or do you want me to make you breakfast?”
“I want you to make me breakfast, and then I want to have sex with you.” It has been a long and busy week, but now that week is over. Miles intends to enjoy himself. 
“So needy! Pick one or the other, I’m not running a charity here.”
“Breakfast.” 
“You’re not even gonna pretend to think about that one?” He clicks his tongue. Sets the knife on the counter, turns around in Miles’ grip to loop his arms around the other man’s neck. “Don’t even have to consider if you want me more than an omelet?” 
“I’m being efficient and cutting out the part of this conversation where you pretend you’re not going to want me to fuck you in an hour or so regardless.”
“I don’t know about that. Maybe I’m finally over it. You’ve been working so many late nights, maybe the spark is gone. What if it’s now or never?” 
“I suppose,” Miles says, “that that’s a risk I’m willing to take. In pursuit of an excellent omelet.” 
“Then I guess I’m making omelets.” Phoenix disentangles himself and turns around. Picks the knife back up and – and immediately hurls it onto the floor as he startles, caught completely off guard by his phone ringing further down the counter. “Shit!”
He answers it. Miles tries to lean in and pick up the other half of the conversation, but Phoenix plants a hand firmly across his face to keep him at bay. Smudging his glasses, the nerve. On his end, Phoenix doesn’t say much. Mostly ‘uh huh’ and ‘yeah’ but he sounds excited, topping off the call with a ‘great!’ He sets it back on the counter when he’s done.
“That was Apollo,” he says, with more gravity than Miles thinks a phone call from Apollo warrants, not that he isn’t fond of the man.
“And?”
“And he called to tell us that he and Klavier are good. For Christmas, I mean. They can come.”
“Is that-”
“Yeah, I think so. Pretty sure.” Phoenix starts counting on his fingers, mouthing something but not saying it out loud. “Yeah. That’s everyone.”
Miles fails to resist the urge to double check. He mentally runs over the list himself. Trucy. Franziska and Ema. Maya and Pearl, and her girls, and whatever other sprog the two of them will be bringing up from Kurain. Apollo and Klavier and the kids. Kay. That’s it. That’s everyone. How many years had it been since they were last able to wrangle all of these people in the same room? Five? Closer to ten?
“Goodness,” he finds himself saying.
“Yeah,” Phoenix says again, and then, a pause. “Yeah. Hey. We should do presents.”
“Christ. You had to go ahead and ruin it already, didn’t you?” Miles picks the knife up off the floor and sets it into the sink before handing Phoenix another from the block. “I’m not doing this on an empty stomach.” 
Phoenix offers him a shitty little salute. “There’s that holiday spirit!” ----
Later, when they’re in the shower, Phoenix is thinking about it. They don’t do presents anymore. It had just trickled to a natural stop, unspoken, as everyone had gotten older and wealthier and more traveled. Houses and suitcases ending up with less and less empty space as years went on. If you saw something and thought someone just had to have it, you got it for them, but the expectation of it had long since flamed. Birthdays and Christmases marched by without much fanfare beyond a big dinner and a few too many drinks.
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frazzledsoul · 1 year ago
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So there was a lot of talk the past two days on my feed over Rory being right to turn down Logan's marriage proposal in S7....which is completely the rational take as both of them were under 25, they'd never discussed it before, Logan is going to crash and burn by trying to rush right into marriage, home ownership, and financial independence at the same time at the ripe old age of 24 (slow down, my man, there's a recession coming in two years), Logan said he'd factor her plans into his and then does the exact opposite and she didn't want to break up with him over the issue....and oh yeah, she didn't want to and it's not like the disaster of her parents failed reconciliation a few months prior to that event could cause her to be wary of the institution in general. Sure, her career devolves on its own years later and Logan becomes unavailable as a legitimate prospect to her years later because he decides to become a character in an eighteenth century novel with the whole "I have to marry this heiress to please my dad even though my heart is stuck on another, whatever shall I do? Oh, nothing, apparently, the narrative says I'm doomed no matter what"...but hey, maybe all of those things would have happened anyway, and it's still not a reason to force yourself to get married when you don't want to.
However, can we talk about how weird this episode is? Why is Rory leaning on her mother for advice at this point, who has gone through a failed engagement and a divorce (to two different men!) in less than a year and Rory was upfront with thinking the marriage was a bad idea? Why is Christopher whining about Logan not asking him first, given it seems that he hasn't contacted Rory on her own since the divorce because he STILL is unwilling to do much of anything parental unless Lorelai is involved? Why is there no discussion of Luke attending this graduation, even as a suggestion that's dismissed? What is even up with Logan's "my way or the highway" attitude? That isn't how he's acted all season and he and Rory have had disagreements and been able to deal rationally with them. And finally, what is up with Luke and Lorelai taking so many steps backwards? Lorelai is frustrated that Luke isn't making a move when she's going around telling everyone that serenading him isn't a big deal, what did she think was going to happen? Luke very logically tells her that Rory marrying her college boyfriend seems like something she should carefully consider (gee, it's not like he and Lorelai both have ill-fated spontaneous marriages in their recent past or anything that could inform his thoughts on this matter) and Lorelai decides to make that entire conversation a metaphorical moratorium on their relationship and conclude that Luke isn't willing to consider marriage again? (Uh, maybe this issue isn't going to be resolved in one conversation, hon). And finally, Lorelai tells Rory that if she doesn't immediately want to marry someone the first time the issue comes up, she should just accept that she's never meant to marry that person and the discussion is forever closed! I'm sorry, Lorelai, that is TERRIBLE ADVICE and maybe ease up on the projecting here.
This episode was written by Jennie Snyder Urman, who would later go on to run Jane the Virgin. She also wrote the Luke/Lorelai car shopping episode, Lorelai and Christopher's breakup episode, and the episode where Lorelai tells Rory she's gotten married and Rory and Logan fight over the magazine article she writes. I think she has good takes on both couples in the past, so it's bizarre to keep why they're so off kilter here. I get it that they wanted Rory to be single by the end of the season and not get Luke and Lorelai back together quite yet but it's just...a really sour way of making the narrative orient around rom com miscommunication and kind of taints the back half of the last season, which was otherwise pretty stellar.
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mikrokoskooks · 1 year ago
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Hey could you please do something with joon and appendicitis!! i love your works so much! <3
Of course and Ty xx I really love yours too you are so good at writing!!! :)
Tw:Emeto, hospitals mentions of vom!t
Around 2000 and something words might be my longest fic ever haha.
Namjoon's POV
"Hey, Hyung are you alright back there, you've been quiet today," Jungkook says from his seat next to me in the car.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just tired" Of course, I'm not actually tired I just don't want to worry Jungkook or the others.
I've been feeling a bit odd lately, and little things keep happening that are making me worry about my health.
Like the last couple of days, I have completely lost my appetite and had these weird cramps in my tummy that come and go. Usually, I'd be stubborn and not tell the others how I feel but something deep down's telling me to say something.
"Actually,  I-" Is all I manage to say before being cut off by Jimin,
"Guys. I don't feel very well"
Oh no.
"Why what's wrong?" Hoseok asks from the steering wheel
"I think I'm car sick" He moans placing a hand on his tummy.
I look over at Jimin and he truly looks awful he's gone all pale and his bangs are stuck to his forehead by sweat. I don't know what's up with him but it doesn't look good. "Here take this," Yoongi says passing him an emesis bag. Jimin and some of the other members get motion sick so we always have some on hand.
While Jimin is breathing heavily into the bag the pain and burning in my stomach grows quickly and I start to feel a bit queasy myself. Jimin lets out a few fairly quiet hiccups but a particularly loud one causes him to throw up quite aggressively into the blue bag.
Taehyung rubs his aching stomach while Jin and Yoongi pat his back, Soon enough Jungkook's unbuckled his seat belt and went to Jimin as well. I don't blame them cause Jimin is clearly unwell I just wish I had said I felt ill earlier so someone could look after me like that.
You know what, I don't even think Jimin's motion sick he's never gotten it this bad before it has to be something else. Like food poisoning?
~~~
When we get back to the dorm Jimin could barely stand up straight from all the vomiting he'd done. All of the others minus me had to hold him up so he didn't fall flat on his (cute) face.
I go into the kitchen and return to the living room with an empty yogurt pot. "Minnie you were eating this earlier right?"
Jimin slowly nods his head, "It's gone off I think it's given you food poisoning," Namjoon says
"It did taste kinda funny.."
"Then why'd you eat it silly, Jin asks half-jokingly before sweetly saying, it's okay anyways we'll help you get better yeah"
See, food poisoning. No motion sickness.
~~~
It's a week later and Jimin is better after he got sick the first time it took him until yesterday to get better. He really had it bad. I, surprisingly feel completely better too. I've managed to get my appetite back and my stomach cramp still come and go but less often than before.
I haven't bothered to tell the others how I felt before because it was never truly the right time with Jimin being sick and all. I was sure it would go on its own and it did so I've nothing to worry about. Plus, we've got a performance on the tonight show with Jimmy Fallon, and I'ts not like my stomach gonna randomly flare up again, is it?
I've jinxed it
As soon as we pull up at the venue I feel my stomach cramp aggressively and gurgle just like it normally does. Unfortunately, it's so much shaper and louder than usual it causes me to groan suddenly, earning me six pairs of concerned eyes staring at me. This time it radiates to his side.
"Namjoon are you okay, Was that your stomach?"
" Yeah, I don't.. feel that well" I blurt out
"Why, what's wrong namjoon-ah?" Seokjin asks me.
"My stomach.. hurts" I whine weakly leaning my head onto the window.
Since the van is now parked Seokjin unbuckles his seatbelt and rests a hand on my forehead "There's no temperature. Have you eaten anything that might be causing this?"
I shake my head, "It's alright though, I can manage" I try to say it as confidently as possible, but there's still a clear whine in my voice.
The car is silent for a minute before Hoseok speaks up, "Okay, If you're sure Joon but if it starts to hurt more tell us ok?"
"Okay"
~~~
As we enter the building the show's staff greet us with warm smiles and waves before leading us off to Jimmy Fallon. We don't have to walk too far as he's at the end of the corridor, but the journey still gets me out of breath. My stomach's probably to blame for that.
When we make it to the end of the not-so-far corridor I feel exhausted, My stomach ache has gotten ten times worse and I could feel my lunch trying to make a reappearance. I'm starting to rethink the performance tonight.
We'd been on the show before so when Jimmy turns around he's thrilled to see us again. He smiles and welcomes us back and then starts to pull everyone into a hug. That's one thing I've always liked about Jimmy he treats us like family. He doesn't just ignore us until we perform he cares about our feelings.
Speaking of feelings, before my hug, Jimmy looks at me worriedly and asks me something. "Hey are you okay buddy, you don't look so good."
"Ah yeah, I've  just got a stomach ache."
I can hear the genuine concern In Jimmy's voice.
"Oh, are you alright to perform? You can rest if you need to."
"I'll be fine I have a very strong immune system you know," Namjoon says making a muscle gesture trying to lighten the mood.
Jimmy chuckles before going over to me a pulling me into another warm gentle hug as he lets go he whispers, "I hope you feel better soon" to me. I say thank you and then we get led to our dressing room.
The first thing others do when they get in is eat some of the food the show had provided. Now despite how good all the food looked, I decide not to eat any. Instead I go to get my makeup and hair done and then go on my phone.
Now, of all the brilliant things I could look up on the internet, I'm stuck looking up pressure points for nausea. Yes, I could just a someone for an anti-nausea pill but then they'd worry and stop me from performing.
Just as I'm about to try the point Jimin comes to check up on me, "Hi hyung, how are you feeling?"
I contemplate telling him the truth but I opt not to instead "I'm fine Jimin"
"Are you sure? You really don't look well"
I tell him I'm fine again and this time he doesn't pry anymore. I glance over at the fast food the others are eating, maybe eating would make my stomach feel less like it's... slowly curdling.
As I walk over to the table a plethora of scents waft up my nose. Now on any other day, I would have loved the smell of McDonald's and KFC frolicking in my nostrils but today my body was just not having it.
Taehyung's POV
I look up to see Namjoon walking to our table, I guess he's feeling slightly better. Before I can open my mouth to ask he makes a 180-degree turn and grabbed a plastic bag from one of the chairs. At first, I thought he was going to use it as a rubbish bag or something but then I heard him gag and my mind was changed.
Normal POV
Namjoon suddenly gags into the plastic bag, his stomach is in knots and he can feel acid moving up his throat. He gags again bringing up a large wave of sick, he barely gets a break before more vomit hits the bag.
Yoongi, Jungkook, and Taehyung all make their way over to Namjoon, they pat his back and mumble sweet nothings into his ear. The vomiting continues for another 5 minutes before the vocalist's stomach lets up. The other Jin and Hoseok watch from afar while Jimin goes to get the staff.
"You okay?" Jungkook asks "Well obviously you're not but..." he trails off. Namjoon shakes his head, "I feel sick. My tummy hurts" he moans grabbing his side. You know stuff is serious when Namjoon says tummy instead of stomach. He drops down to his knees starting to puke into the bag again.
"How long has it been hurting you?" Taehyung asks patting his back. "Two days before Jimin got sick but it wasn't this bad just on and off," Namjoon says through gritted teeth. Taehyung and Jungkook look shocked "Hyung!?" They say in unison "Why didn't u say anything?"
"Didn't... feel, that bad then" he mutters. Jimin soon comes back in with the staff and the company doctor is shocked to see how namjoon looks and it's certainly not good. The doctor checks over the youngest rapper checking his breathing and his temperature.
"39 degrees" the doctor starts tutting "that's not good where abouts does it hurt?" He asks staring at namjoon with urgency.
"It was the middles but but now it's my right side" He says keeping one hand on his abdomen and the other to point. "From what I've seen and what you've told me, it looks like Appendicitis."
The members gasp and one of the staff members whispers an 'Oh my God'. Namjoon just sits there in shock and disbelief. He opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is a pained groan.
The doctor speaks up,"I think it would be best if you go to the hospital for surgery instantly, you can't preform tonight."
The others seem a bit sad about the news but the understand that it's definitely better for Namjoon to get surgery than to suffer. "B-but I have to perform... I" Namjoon tries to argue but stops half way swallowing thickly.
"No Namjoon." Hoseok says sternly, Jin nods and says "Your health is way more important go get your appendix out."
"Oh um okay" Namjoon says grimacing as the doctor helps him up. "What about the show" "Joon we'll be fine, we're just dancing you know, go." Yoongi comforts he himself knows the severity of appendicitis.
In the end Namjoon stops trying to find reasons to stay and gives into missing the show. He sits in the back of the doctors car and closes his eyes briefly. His stomach is really aching now and he's starting to worry.
"I won't die... will I?" The rapper mumbles. "Of course not Namjoon, don't be silly. You'll be just fine I promise" he says smiling sympatheticly. "Okay" he whispers feeling a bit more safe.
The doctor helps Joon out of the car and leads him into the ER. He explains to another doctor what's going on with Namjoon and he prepares him for surgery.
The last thing Namjoon remebes is being pushed on a gurney and then his vision goes black.
~~~
When he wakes up he's in a bright room that smells like roses and cleaning products. He tries to sit up but moans slightly at the soreness he does feels better though.
"Hi Namjoon, How u feeling?" The company doctor asks seeing he's awake "Better but also kinda sore" Namjoon replies. "That's normal to happen" Namjoon looks up at the clock the boys performance time.
"Can I go back now, I think I could make the performance" The doctor chuckles and shakes his head "No Namjoon you can't u need to rest, you can watch the show though."
The rapper nods and they turn on the room's TV. The show goes well and Namjoon smiles proudly those are his boys. Even if he can't be there with then on stage he still feels as though they're there with him in the hospital and later on they do.
Giving him hugs and hair ruffles and a Get well soon message from Jimmy Fallon. He really has the best members namjoon thinks to himself.
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aria-ashryver · 1 year ago
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Taking the opportunity on the @choicesfandomappreciation 🌸Self-Love Day🌸 to write myself a goddamn love letter because hell yeah, me @ me, look at you go!!!
A little sad that I haven’t seen anyone on my tl showing themselves the love an appreciation they are due, so to anyone who happens to see this: you are so worthy of love.
There is one person who is going to be by your side 100% of the way, every second of your life, and that’s you. Be your own best friend. One of the sweetest acts of rebellion you can seize in a world that wants nothing more than your continued pain and conformity is to take a stand and love yourself without shame.
You are so important, sunshine. I’m proud of you for being here 💛
On that note!
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(Burying the rest of this under the cut, bc I myself am inherently a walking trigger warning at this point.
TW: incurable cancer / illness / mentions of death)
Dear Aria,
Been a bit of a shitty year, huh? 🌻
If things had gone your way, you’d be halfway through your first pregnancy by now. Instead, the only thing in your body is, to quote your oncologist, one of the worst tumors he’d seen in his entire medical career.
You didn’t ask for this. I don’t think anyone in their right mind would ever ask to get sick, let alone to land themselves a diagnosis of cancer so aggressive it had already metastasised in the time between diagnosis and your first dose of chemotherapy. 
This could have gone really, really bad. A diagnosis like this, even ten or fifteen years ago -- you’d be dead by now. Five to ten years ago, you’d have won a few years to settle your affairs; you’d have lost your ability to walk when they operated on the cancer in your hip bones, more mobility, depending on whether they operated on the cancer in your spine.
Had they operated to excise the tumor in your breast tissue and your lymph nodes right at the time of diagnosis ~6 months ago, you’d have needed a full mastectomy. A couple weeks later, and your tumor was so large, they couldn’t have safely operated on you anyway. Another week and you found out you were stage 4, not stage 2. 
Stage 4 cancer patients aren’t a good candidate for surgery, as it happens. They might yet turn you down. Once your cancer has metastisised, that’s kind of it. You’re up shit creek, my love. You’re in “incurable” territory. You can (and will!) get rid of the tumors with chemo -- and your oncologist is pushing the surgery department to treat you as functionally stage 3, because, by no small miracle, the cancer in your bones is showing signs of sclerosis I.e. repair.
You are healing. 
But the cancer is going to come back. It might come back as ovarian cancer next time, or lymphoma, but the doctors are certain that, left untreated, that “next time” is guaranteed.
Its okay though, honey. You got onto a really good chemo regime, and part of your treatment plan is preventative medicine. Yes, it’s going to mean hospital visits for the rest of your life. But it’s gonna be every three weeks, instead of weekly. It’s gonna mean visits that last only an hour or two, instead of like seven. 
…Yes, it will mean you can never carry a child. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know that is one of the things that broke your heart the most. But you always wanted to adopt. That dream of a family isn’t dead and buried, and neither are you. You and me, we are going to keep it that way, ‘kay?
I know you are exhausted. But you are facing this beast with relentless joy, and I’m proud of you for that.
I know you are terrified that the chemo will stop working. I know you don’t want to die. You won’t. That isn’t your story. You have too much joy to grow and too many smiles to bring to let this be your final chapter. 
I know you are sicker than you let on, to anyone, maybe even to yourself. But you know what the really cool thing is, though all of this?
✨You’re still writing.✨
Your nails have shredded away from their beds as the chemo attacks your cells, but you are still writing.
The nerves in your hands, in your arms, are getting progressively more damaged, but you are still writing.
Your regime is one of the more intense ones; you come home from treatments and your grasp of language is all but gone; it is impossible to think straight… but you take a deep breath, and refuse to get frustrated at yourself for something that is not your fault, and you. Keep. Writing.
Sometimes you have to step back from your laptop because the nausea is too much; your muscles are cramping so terribly you can’t possibly sit at your desk for another second; the headaches split your skull open.
Constant nose bleeds. Blurred vision. Fatigue so intense you don’t even have the energy to cry about it. So many injections and IV lines you're getting scars on your hands.
Through it all, you come back, and you write.
You’ve been handed a diagnosis out of nowhere that could have broken a lot of people. I know at times it would be easier to crawl back in bed and put your life on hold while you try to get better. Instead, you’ve said “nah, respectfully, fuck that” and tried your damndest to find something to smile about every day.
I know your lung capacity is reduced from the chemo toxicity, so you can’t really sing any more. Your heart’s capacity to pump blood around your body is damaged, so you can’t go dance like an idiot in your bathroom any more when you need a pick-me-up (let’s be real, you looked like a dork anyway). And write now, writing is so, so, so fucking hard.
(Not that anyone would believe that, based on the length of this post lol. But people don’t see how many times you’ve had to take a break to shake the pain from your hands. Because you try not to talk about it. But now is the time to talk about it. Now is the time to say: I see you, my love. I see how much you are hurting, and I’m proud of you that you’ve chosen to keep on going.)
You are going to get better. You’ll live with the potential for more cancer for the rest of your life, yes, but you’ll live. You’ll live, and you’ll write.
(Hey, did you know you've managed to add 63,721 words to your longfic since your diagnosis? And done a lot of original worldbuilding and lore and nuanced character studies? Good job! Cool story! Hell yeah, queer vampires! 🖤🩸🥰🦇🔥💪💓)
You have stories to tell.
The story for today is I love you.
The story for today is they all lived happily ever after.
Don’t let that light go out 💛 I'm rooting for you.
All my love,
Aria
xx
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eggsnatcheskneecaps · 2 years ago
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i have a question ab transformers and im too scared to google it bc of what i think ill find but is there anything in canon that tells you if transformers reproduce??? and like how? do they have some sort of build-a-baby or smth??? sorry i know its late and this is absurd but its been plaguing mind for 4h now and i had to ask
Fjgng you're right to be afraid of what you'll find. There... Is a sea of fics out there.
The fandom has an extremely well curated Wikipedia, so if you're up for something more in depth, read through this article or browse through other ones.
Anyway, this is an excuse to ramble about Transformers >:) but I'll give you info on just the medias I've consumed, or know enough of.
The answer more broadly, there are cannon forms of reproduction, not sexual, per say, but the Transformers writers have a. Well. Long and weird relationship with Cybertronians having sex and especially pregnancies (yeah, you heard me right-)
To start off:
1. In one of the really old TF comics, we have a couple formed of a human woman (Cover Girl) and Brawn. They are married and also, they have a child. ...the child is not adopted. I don't if it's stated how they got there, but y'know.
2. In Beast Wars, we get protoforms.
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In multiple continuities, they are basically the first stage in a robot's life. Kind of like infants. All they need is a spark (soul) and alt mode code (what they transform into) in order to develope into a fully grown Cybertronian.
The weird thing with this tho, is that you'll have characters such as Cheetor, who have been here from the start, and they'll be treated like the teenager of the group (although he IS the child appeal character), but then you'll see the ones who come along later, such as Silverbolt, who are immediately treated as an adult with full agency. Sigh.
But that's not all on reproduction in this show.
You have Rattrap at some point talk about... Bars on their home planet where waitresses walk around tits out, basically.
There are also some sex jokes, if I remember correctly. The femme fatale character takes a rod to cut it, her boyfriend cringes, and another one calls her emasculating.
For less cannon stuff that still sprung out of here; the official artists who worked on the show made a 3D render of Dinobot (main character) with... Dinobot Jr. Out on full display.
Also, at some point during the show production, someone decided to play a prank on someone else in the studio by submitting a pornographic parody of the episode script they should have originally given. Why does the fandom know this? It was leaked way back in the day before the episode aired.
Anyway, can you imagine being some poor fool thinking you're getting some exciting leaks to read and instead you get smacked with porn of the character who's literally inspired after Hannibal Lecter- also he transformers into a crab.
3. In Transformers Animated, protoforms make another return.
They basically work about the same way as they do in Beast Wars, except this time, we get Sari.
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She's a protoform that somehow landed on earth, and her father, a human, touched it, which caused her to imprint on his DNA and become a hybrid.
In this show we also get several instances of objects being hit by the power of a Cybertronian relic, and making them come to life. Now, I don't know if they count as Cybertronians, since they are random ass earth objects, but they have a consciousness. Also, the same relic has been shown to be able to bring back Transformers from the dead. So.
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Ok. So. I received this ask forever ago, I'm so sorry for not getting to it. I've gotten busy and I can unfortunately feel my cognitive dysfunction kicking in, so I'll try to just get this done, but it'll be less detailed from now on and kinda disjointed.
Plus I was a while into writing this part and I lost the progress-
So. IDW1. The comics. They are a mess and weird.
Also, I read these years ago and I don't really remember the details.
You have hot spots on the home planet or moon. That create sparks (from the ground). Sparks can also pop out from Cybertronian relics, such as The Matrix.
Titans (HUUUUUUGE Cybertronians. They turn into cities or battle ships) may also carry hotspots that make robo babies.
Sparks harvested from this sort of thing either become cold constructs or forged. I'm not going to go into technicalities, but basically cold constructs are sparks who were taken and placed in a premade body and forged were allowed to develope naturally. If they are having trouble, a blacksmith may help them along by shaping their body. Or so I recall, at least.
I think I remember a mention in the comics about "A turbofox in heat". Turbofoxes are Transformers animals.
IDW1 also... Sports a lot of allusions to pregnancies. And. Pregnancies in general.
A lot of metaphors for pregnancies. Character is in a coma for 9 months. Another one gets a body upgrade and the entire thing is reminiscent of birth- an actual Cybertronian being mpreg with an organic alien------
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^btw there was no narrative significance for this last one to happen
And. One of the main writers had... two? fanfics before he started writing cannon works. Telefunken and Eugenesis. Robots giving birth- to be fair, from their chests, from what I've heard. But the entire thing. It's. It's yeah.
Now!
IDW2.
Kiddies pop out of the ground. They are given one or two mentors. Mentors help them along to find what they want to transform into and their future jobs.
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Earthspark, the Nickelodeon show, has come out pretty recently and I haven't watched it, but I think it has 3 robot kids as main characters! From what I know, they also popped out of the ground, except this time on Earth.
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^also this one is canonically non binary sob
Transformers: Prime
I thiiiiiink they say Cybertronians pop out of The Well Of All Sparks? Which is a hole in their planet. Don't remember it being explored much. In the movie, a bunch of sparks fly out of it by the end, but I think it was a sort of- everybody gets revived! Yay!
The live action movies. Are also. Trippy
The ones directed by Micheal Bay are shit, but I gotta talk about them. You've got robots being sexual and creepy. But you also have sparklings. They pop out of goo eggs- I don't remember if in these movies energon or other relics posses and bring to life - I think they do tho.
However, that's an occurrence in the Bumblebee movie.
PS: I thought I posted this before I was done and I had a heart attack
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will1 · 7 months ago
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dude your art is so good, do you have any advice for how to improve as an artist who hasn't been very consistent ? I'd love to know what resources you use for studies,how you lay out sketch pages,what you choose to study,any websites you use for art,etc? No pressure ofc! You don't even have to post this, just know you're one of my biggest art inspo blogs 😊
gahhh aehehahe i really appreciate this ^_^ really kind words :D, anyway my one advice is get incredibnly obssesed with a ccharacter and draw them over and over for 5 years. jk.. i hsve other advice 2 :grin: i think, personally what helped me grow was really having other artists evaluate my art and really taking constructive criticism to heart and working on whatever issues i have consistently in my art whether its anatomy or coloring or rendering. i think it is great 2 have other artist friends who can help you and eachother imrpove! i think also pushing yourself to draw things your uncomfortable with like strange angles and different features and really just working on understanding the human form helped me draw more consistently, for me im now at the stage where i am experimenting with my style but before that i was focused on really getting the basics, i think now that i understand like, figure drawing and such i have been able to focus on getting a consistent art style if thats what you mean? but again ive done alot of figure drawings and loose poses. i remember watching this video a couple years ago that helped me get on the track 2 studying figures specifically !! i do not know if it will be of service to you but here it is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGhYfLQWbp0 , also ive done some studies of figure drawings from other really good artists i was looking at this one book ill try to see if i can remember later. but yea i study from life and other artists, when it comes to painting i find alot of inspiration from stuff i find on pinterest and also other artists on tumblr lol gahh i have been writing alot my bad, but yea i usually google references for poses i dont really use any like, artist reference websites even though i should lol. but yea overall i have done like soo many gesture drawings, and when i frst got into tf2 i studied the comics artstyle alot which i think helped alot with my style and understanding all the muscles in the face you know, also for sketch pages i literally just start a drawing of something and draw around the empty space around it lol, i do not really plan them ever, in like physical sketchbooks i try to fill in the space between all my other sketches so all my drawings kind of meld into eachother cause i think it looks neat, anyway sorry 4 the essay and i hope any of this helps!! '^_^ if u have any more questions feel free 2 ask
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lyranova · 2 years ago
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It's still 30th of November were I live, so I maybe I'm still in time. I don't know if it's too much to ask, but wouldn't you mind writing a little something about Vanessa telling Nozel that she's pregnant? Sorry, but I discovered this ship thanks to the very first fic you wrote about them and you're one of the reasons why they're now in my top 10 Black Clover ships, but you don't need to write it if you don't wanna.
Hiya anon! When I got this ask it was still the 30th for me as well so you sent it in right on time 😁! I try to give everyone a bit of extra time since we all live in different timezones so even if I get a request a little bit late I’ll let it slide 😅! Agwjwjwhbwejwh thank you I’m so glad you enjoyed my Vanzel oneshots 🥺😭, luckily you’ll be well fed for a while (as will other Vanzel shippers) since I have quite a few requests for them recently 😁! But anyway I hope you enjoy this oneshot, it actually came out longer than I had expected it to be 😂!
Word Count: 1,641
Warnings: Pregnancy
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Vanessa let out a soft sigh as she left Owen’s office, she hadn’t been feeling very well the past few days and had assumed it was a stomach virus or some other type of illness that had been going around recently. But what Owen told her was not what she had been expecting to hear.
“ It looks like you're pregnant Vanessa.”
Those words repeated over and over in her head, it was quite a shock, but not a bad one if she were being honest. She had imagined becoming a mom one day, although she wasn’t expecting it to be so soon.
She sighed as she quickly walked towards her broom, she knew she would have to tell her husband. But she also knew he was busy right now with the Magic Knight entrance exams and would probably be busier the next few days as the squad welcomed the new members.
As Vanessa reached out to grab her broom she heard a couple of familiar voices approach.
“ If it isn’t our older brothers girlfriend, what brings you to the castle?” Solid Silva, Nozel’s brother asked as he and Nebra Silva, Nozel’s sister, walked up to her.
“ Isn’t it obvious? She’s probably here to see dear Nozel.” Nebra said with a soft giggle, and Vanessa laughed awkwardly. She didn’t want to tell them the real reason she was at the castle, so she would let the two believe what they wanted.
“ Ah, is that so? Well our eldest brother just went back to his office, we have 4 new recruits from the Entrance exam so he’s finishing up some of the paperwork and room assignments.” Solid said as he jerked his thumb towards the Silver Eagles base.
“ But I’m sure he’d love to see you though, especially since you two won’t see much of each other for a while.” Nebra told her with a warm smile, The pink haired mage nodded and decided to go visit him since she was in the area anyway.
“ I think I’ll do that. I’ll see you two later.” Vanessa told them with a cheerful smile, trying to act as she usually did. She quickly walked past the two and headed straight for Nozel’s office.
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The walk seemed to take a lot longer than it usually did. Maybe it was because she had so much on her mind? She shrugged a bit. Vanessa was debating whether or not she should tell Nozel now or wait until his work was finished with the new recruits. On the one hand if she told him now she was worried he’d be distracted, but on the other hand she worried he would be upset that she didn’t tell him the day she found out.
She shook her head, she really had no idea what to do.
Vanessa stopped as she stood outside her boyfriend’s office door, it felt like her heart was beating right out of her chest. She quickly took a deep breath, put her usual smile on her face, and knocked on the door.
“ Come in.” She heard her husband say on the other side, she slowly opened the door and poked her head around.
“ Is this a bad time?” Vanessa asked casually as she crossed her arms and leaned against the door, she watched as Nozel looked up from his papers and looked at her in surprise.
“ Of course not,” Nozel started, but after Vanessa cut him a knowing look he sighed. “ Alright maybe it is a bit of a bad time, but I was just about to take a break anyway.” He added with an exhausted sigh.
Vanessa chuckled before she walked inside and gently closed the door behind her. She walked over to his desk and sat on the edge of it.
“ You deserve the break, especially since you’ll be busier than usual with four new recruits.” Vanessa said with a small smirk, Nozel sighed again and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“ As happy as I am to have squad members, I can’t help but be a little irritated as that means a lot more paperwork.” He muttered and Vanessa laughed again, it seemed that her procrastination had slightly rubbed off on the Captain.
“ Ah well, you could also forget the paperwork and just spend time with me instead.” She teased as she leaned towards him, she watched as a very faint blush appeared on his cheeks.
“ As much as I would love to, I can’t right now. I have too much work to do.” He told her as he quickly cleared his throat.
“ But,” Nozel continued, his voice a bit softer. “ Maybe once I finish all this work, we can spend some time together…” he added as he gave her a knowing look, Vanessa chuckled as she leaned away and crossed her arms.
“ Aah, so you want a ‘reward’ for completing your work?” She asked teasingly, she watched as his blush deepened and he cleared his throat again. She shook her head as a smile appeared on her face, she leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “ Alright. Once you finish your work I’ll give you a reward.”
Vanessa moved and sat down in the soft chair that was on the other side of the desk. She watched in amusement as Nozel seemed to fly through all his paperwork.
As she listened to his quill scratch against the paper and the papers rustling together as he placed them to the side, the pink haired witch’s mind began to wander.
She was going to be a mom, and Nozel was going to be a dad. She tilted her head slightly as she tried to imagine it. She had a feeling he would be a pretty good one, he’d be stern, but would love his kids unconditionally. He would treat them the way they were supposed to be treated, and he would try not to make the same mistakes he made with Noelle when she was young.
“ Something on your mind? You’ve been staring at me for a while.” He asked while not looking up from his papers, Vanessa shook her head.
“ It’s nothing. I was just thinking about how you'd make a good father someday.” She told him, she watched as he suddenly paused his writing.
“ ‘A good dad’? You think…I’d be a good dad? I’m not so sure.” He admitted softly, Vanessa frowned as Nozel’s tone grew serious.
“ I wasn’t a good older brother, I wasn’t a good son, so how am I going to be a good father? Especially when you consider how terrible my own father was.” Nozel muttered, still not looking up from his desk. Vanessa could see that there was self doubt and uncertainty in his voice and on his face.
It was an unusual look.
“ That-.” Vanessa tried to argue but Nozel held up a hand to stop her.
“ You know it’s true, so please don’t try to argue. Yes it’s true that I’ve changed and that I’m trying to make up for the wrongs that I’ve done, but it doesn’t cancel out the bad that I’ve done.” He told her softly, Nozel watched as Vanessa stood up and walked over to him. She sat down on the edge of his desk again, turned his chair to face her, and she placed her hands on either side of his face to make him look at her.
“ You’re right that it doesn’t cancel out the bad that you’ve done. But if people were able to forgive Captain Vangeance for what he did, why can’t your siblings forgive you? More importantly, why can’t you forgive yourself?” She asked with a raised brow. “ You’ve atoned and made up for what you did. So don’t you think it’s time you forgave yourself?”
She watched as Nozel’s purple eyes searched hers, what she said was true. That it was time to forgive himself, especially since now Noelle had forgiven him. But still…it would take some time.
“ As far as the ‘becoming a good dad’ thing, it takes time to be a good dad. Just like it takes time to be a good mom. But luckily for us,” She paused for a minute before continuing. “ We have nine or ten months to figure out how to be good parents.”
Vanessa watched as a confused look crossed the Captain’s face. It started out as confusion and then, once her words sunk in, she watched his face change and it became almost unreadable.
“ ‘We have nine or ten months’? Then…does that mean…?” He asked softly, and Vanessa nodded. She clenched the edge of Nozel’s desk as her nerves took over, she couldn’t recall the last time she had been so nervous about someone's reaction.
Nozel suddenly stood up and just…stared at her. She quickly looked away as it made her nerves even worse. Was he angry? Or was he upset? She knew the situation wasn’t ideal. They would probably be talked about due to him being a royal and her a witch, and there’d be terrible rumors about them since the two weren’t married.
Vanessa didn’t care about any of that, but she knew Nozel had no other choice but to care about it, since he was a royal and was a potential candidate for Wizard King.
Nozel suddenly leaned towards her and wrapped his arms around her in a gentle hug, Vanessa was a bit taken aback by the action, but at the same time she felt this wave of relief wash over her.
“ I’m…going to be a father?” He asked her softly, and when she nodded she felt his grip around her tighten slightly.
The two sat together quietly, neither one saying a word. Instead they just let the news sink in, news that they were going to be parents. It was something neither of them expected, but they welcomed it wholeheartedly regardless.
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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!
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