#but on the bright side im making soup :)

[intotheelliwoods]

Just some sleepy fellas...

[pav-ia]

lol imagine being the nurse that handles pavia after he got injured during a suspicious fight.

cw :: gn reader , pavia is annoying

when he wakes up, his first thought is “where the hell am i?” a fucking hospital? he doesnt need a hospital. hes fine, hes a grown ass man and he misses his wolves dogs.

but as soon as he tries to move, he groans at the sharp pain in his side. looks down to see a gunshot wound on his side and frowns. that wasnt there before.

hes pouting angrily as he sits in bed all day, his piercings had been taken off and were set aside just out of arms reach and he had a heart monitor attached to him which made him cringe a little. he wasnt even close to death. what was the point in that??

when you step in to check up on him though..

“let me out.” he demanded as you walked in. you blinked in surprise that he was already awake.

“..no?”

“let me out.” he repeated.

“no.”

you expected more of a fight from the man who had his arms crossed, but he just pursed his lips and looked you up and down.

he didnt say anything else until you came back later in the day, carrying a tray of shitty hospital food. he looked grossed out from the runny mashed potatoes and the suspicious soup and the cold bread roll.

“dont you have anything else?” he demanded sassily. if he couldnt move then he may as well make the most out of his little stay.

“nope~ you get what you get.” you said in an equally sassy tone as she were currently sweeping the floor.

he cocked a brow at your tone, before he smirked. cute.

whenever you came in from that day on, hed have something new to complain about. “do you have socks?” “can i have a snack?” “my legs are sore.” “im bored.” and youd always meet his demands. it was your job, but he called for you a lot. sometimes he just wanted to talk to you, he would tell you about the stuff he saw from the tall window. eventually, he asked you to tell him about your day. having nothing better to do, you did.

conversations with him were surprisingly fluid. he had his own thoughts to add and he always brought up something interesting when it was his turn to talk. you caught yourself laughing at his poorly timed jokes, and he was occasionally insensitive but in a comedic way. although you would always hold back because it was mighty unprofessional to get too friendly with a patient.

you were pleased that he was healing. he got better but the better he got, the more complaints hed have. maybe he realized that he was gonna be able to leave soon so he always talked about how the lights were too bright- oh no, he might have twisted his ankle— hes struggling to breathe but only his favorite nurse is allowed to give him cpr ! shuts up immediately when youre about to call in your male coworker to administer cpr on him.

when he leaves, hes pouty and moody. he snaps at the other nurses, insisting that hes fine on his own. he doesnt need their help, hes a grown ass man.

your job is pretty boring for the next two days. two.

because on the third day, a man comes in with a gunshot wound in the leg.

that man is him, in case you were wondering.

hed grin, his cologne easy to smell when you first caught a glimpse of him being dragged away to the emergency room.

when the bullet was removed and he was stitched up, you were in charge of putting the man into a gown. they had cut his clothes off to get to the bullet, and as you picked up his shirt, your hands caught on a measly rose stuffed into the front pocket. his shirt smelled like his cologne too, and your nose wrinkled as you didnt even need to be close to smell it.

“miss me?” hed ask with a cheeky grin when he awoke and you were dusting the room.

sowwie for disappearing heres your monthly food

[reotacchii]

・─ pairing : Sampo Koski x F!reader

・─ synopsis : Beyond the snow, a man were covered. A girl came to bring forth warm for the man in snow.

・─ genre : Oneshots, just- fluff ig(?), and the reader probably a bit clingy (im touch deprived)

・─ a/n : This man is just something.. He's so likable then at another point he were so cowardy. Then our first encounter with him ingame just gave me motivation with that exact plot, this is why I write a fics of him-

Under the seamless loop features the snows falling, you'll found a pile of snow. It's common for the snows to be stacked around, but not when those managed to look moving around and shaking even.

A bit of suspicion will come inside your head, you assuming there might be something under it. Much to your curiosity, you'll start a conversation with it — and ofcourse be alarmed if in anycase you might faces a random mob around.

Starting off by you knocked on the top of the pile and you let out your voice, "Hello? Someone in there?"

A reply soon come after, as the pile began to cracking up, a figure rising up and it'll soon revealing a man figure standing infront of you. The man would saw you infront of him, completely alerted that you are a stranger or perhaps a bypasser of his life at some point, but may as well a potential customer of his! New customer means new business partner, right? Who wouldn't take this chance anyway?

"I may likely to be embarrassed if I were found by a beauty on this state, eh-" he blurted out, showing his embarrassment by scratching the back of his head. You somehow find it goofy of this guy, which you'll reply to his previous saying with a chuckles. "You seem to be precious, then how about an introduction? I'm Sampo Koski. With me by your side, you've got a businessman, chaperon, and problem-solving conversationalist all in one! Care for a business with me, you..?"

"Oh! I'm Y/N, then it's good to meet you," you said with a smiles, it's rare to have an odd encounter this way, so you were amused and ofcourse you'll take this as a good sign, "And.. N-no.. I'm nothing of a rich, but putting the business matter aside, you seem really cold; and also shivering. I'll invite you as a guest to my house, follow me Sampo!". Without any further ado, you'll take one of his hand and invite you to his house.

Sampo wasn't expecting this from any strangers at all, but soon he'll go along with your doings and find your genuine kindness as a breathe of fresh air. If you were to know about him, he's a cunning guy full of trickery — making him the most hated guy on both Underworld and Overworld. Sampo get to used being treated not so highly, but when he's with you, he seems to be surprised by how caring you are.

There, how's your relationship with him began. Ever since the first encounter, Sampo would occasionally visited your house to warm himself or to eat your iconic soup (excluding the fact he think of your house as a safehouse from those Silvermane Guard). You'll always welcomed him, because to you, Sampo is very cheerful and you really love his bright energy that lit up the house. Your house never felt lonely ever since then and Sampo is very chatty that you can't get bored even at the slightest by his story.

A couple times of his visit, he would bring you some gifts. You are out of your finger to count of how much gifts he gave to you. Mostly are a silly thing such as card game, board game, or sometimes his handmade bomb (nothing dangerous definitely 💀), but there this day where you realize of your own feeling for him..

A usual knock on your house door would alarmed you to greet the person as soon as possible. It's easy to keep track of who's coming to your home because the barely visitors or guest on your house; so during this time, you'll soon know who's infront your door right now. Ofcourse none other than Sampo himself, the one you always await for and once you meet his gaze, you'll squeal in excitement followed by you goes straight to hug him.

The first time you were doing this would makes Sampo very unaware of himself, the lacks of physical contact he had in life only made him gets all embarrassed; especially the woman he grow a feelings with comes to doing it. Even till this day, he always let himself loose and defenseless just for you to hug him, he always find it very comforting when the warmth of your body comes to meet his.

"So.. What kind of gifts you bring todayyy? Star cards? Snowflakes charms? Or a storytells session!" you cooed happily, still not letting off from him.

"Hmm.. Always stay curious like the usual y/n do, eh? Waiting no longer, precious; the Sampo Koski comes up with a stash of war! However.." he said and slowing down his voice on the last exclamation, "You cannot open it yet — not before I leave this place first, bye Y/N!"

・─ extras : So like- when I mentioned a handmade bomb, I instantly thought that he would have a proud face when he about to gift it to you LOL. (YEAHH DRAWING CHIBI SAMPO JUST FOR YALL PRECIOUS READER 💕💕)

As you were blinked your eyes in one second, he disappeared. Like a ghost, he always disappear in any moment and mostly odd that he gone off very quickly than usual. He probably on a rush with his work today, you thought. You get to used it anyway.

So back to when you're inside and about to open the gift, you notice how well made the present are; judging from the outer appearance of the way he wrapped it, the little bow on top, similar to Christmas gift presents. You would say is the most good looking present ever, unlike the usual gifts you would get back then. The previous present from him are mostly straightforward and never been wrapped by anything, but this time he rather keep it.. Mysterious. As if you need to guess on something what might be inside, to keep you curious!

As soon as you opened it, it reveals a wooden box with a photo on top of it. A photo that appear with two person in it, you and Sampo — seems happy to be with eachother company. You wonder on who's taking this photo, isn't like both of you were captured in one picture? But then, you realize that the active pink-haired girl name March 7th is most likely to took that picture and give it to Sampo.

Next will be the wooden box that once you open it, it'll popping up a tiny dancer spinning in circle as a chirpy soft tunes began to playing. It's a musical box.

Listening to the musical box as you staring on the picture at the same time somehow made your heart feel so warm and fuzzy. You'll never realize how huge your smile is or how bright you can be, not until this picture. You also began to take a hint of Sampo appearance, he really are.. Attractive. His rather worried-like eyebrow and his deep emerald eyes gives off such a charm. The way his smiles formed, it always make you feel happy whenever you're looking at it.

You fell for him.

The next day, he'll visit you again. But this time, upon your realization of your own feelings, you dont want him to know about it. If he doesn't feel the same way, it might ruins your relationship with him and the most hurt part is that you'll be lonely again. You dont want to lose him..

But this exact reason also make you to distance yourself a bit from him. Sampo also began to realize how less of clingy you are, you seem to be down lately too.

"Y/n.. You know I care a lot about you, you are my precious friend and I will be here to listen to your problem. Is there anything that bother you?" Sampo began to broke off the silence.

"I-I.. Nothing, you don't need to worry about me! I'm perfectly fine, see?" you exclaimed as you chuckles, completely forced a tiny laugh.

Sampo took an initiative, he'll proceed to hold both of your hand; noticing the size differences of your hand with his make your heart beating so fast. Why would everything he does make your heart always beat so fast?! "Listen to me, I care a lot about you and.. How do I say this but, I don't want to lose you.. You're the only one who understands me" the way he formed his helpless look, you cannot help but to soften at him.

His hands are so warm, you really wish thing could stay longer. Maybe this is the right time to confess.. But in truth, nothing called a right time without an action, you must do it now!

"Sampo, I cannot think both of us as friends anymore," you exclaimed with a serious look on your face.

Somehow, those words feel like a stung to his heart, it crack his heart a bit.. As if he feel like about to cry, but he can't. He's way too surprised and speechless to say anything.

"I-I.. I really really like you — no, I love you!" you said quickly then proceed to hide your face in embarrassment. There, you finally confess in the most straightforward yet barely romantic at all (like how rizz-less the author is). "I'm sorry, if you dont feel the same way, you can tell-"

A hand would pull both of your hands away from your face, you can't even stare at his face anymore but he would raise your chin to looking up at him. Sampo took the opportunity to give you a quick yet very sweet kiss on your lip. "Y/n.. I, Sampo Koski, also declared that I fell for you so hard ever since the day I laid my eyes on you, I love you and i'm truly happy you feel the same way as I did"

You teared up a bit, you are more than happy to have him as the love of your life. As you both exchanging hugs and a couple of pat on the head, both of you would giggling and smiling like an idiot. Followed with you says,

"You always full tons of surprises"

[moonchildstyles]

ALSO for citrine!h something super soft would melt my heart. like maybe his girl suffers from really awful periods or something that are always super painful and exhausting and one month it just hits her so hard and h is just so caring and nurturing to her. 🥺❤️ he looks in all his books for special herb teas and different soups he can make to help her feel better and he lays in bed and rubs her tummy and her back when she has cramps STOP IM SO

could you write something with citrine and /or aster harry about the reader getting her period with him and not feeling well? love ur writing<3

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Harry felt his heart tingle, the lure attached to the organ trying to pull him away from his garden and down the side of his mountain to where the rest of his soul awaited. A bright smile bloomed across his features. 

(Y/N) was almost here.

She had rang him on his sunflower a couple of hours prior, telling him she needed to take care of a couple of errands and pack for the night before she would be on her way over, and he'd been waiting in his garden since. The flowers all around him perked up just as their creator did, following the ray of sunshine he had become for them as he stretched his legs. The bell bottoms of his trousers flourished with every step he took towards the edge of his clearing, his heart roaring the closer and closer to his beloved he became. 

Just as he was about to burst through the treeline, the carrier of his soul beat him to it, her own features set into a glowing smile. 

"Hi, honey," she beamed at him, dropping her overnight bag into the lush grass at their feet. His already sore heart beat a broken tune at the sound of the petname he'd only ever heard wrapped in her voice. 

She launched herself into his opened arms as soon she was free of the weight of her bag, the wind being knock out of Harry for just a moment as he stumbled back before recovering. He fiercely reciprocated her hold, keeping his sunshine close enough to his chest his heart didn't ache so much trying to get to its companion housed in (Y/N)'s chest. 

"Sunshine," he sighed with matching relief. It'd only been thirty-six hours since he'd last been with her, and yet it felt like it could have been weeks with the way a newfound sense of comfort settled over him like nothing had before.

Seeing her like this would never get old. 

He allowed her to pull away just enough to see her face, trace his eyes over her features in commemorative runs. He needed to know if anything changed since he'd seen her last, anything else for him to add to the collection of things like fluttering lashes and stray baby hairs that now made his heart race. 

"How are you? How was class? Did your presentation go alright?" he prattled off as he raised his hands to cradle her cheeks in his warm palms. Her aura radiated around her in buttery yellows and sweetened pinks—his favorite combination on her. 

"I'm good, it was good," she told him, her smile going soft as she seemingly did the same in taking in his aura, "I honestly don't remember much of it because I was so nervous, but I'm assuming it went well since I wasn't called in for office hours after." 

Harry's face soured at the reminder of her professor who was much too harsh on his sunshine in his opinion. "Oh yeah, it was for that class, I forgot," he muttered, shaking his head, "He better leave y'alone, you're the smartest person in the world let alone his little classroom. Needs to be nicer to you." 

The grin on (Y/N)'s face burst into an affectionate laugh at his serious tone. "It's alright, H, don't worry," she assured him, her looped arms squeezing around his middle, "I only have a couple more months of this semester, then I never have to see him again." 

"And, you'll be on break with me," Harry added with a dreamy sigh. Though he wasn't one for the colder months, typically thriving under the sun of summer and sweet air of spring, there was nothing he loved more than spending (Y/N)'s breaks with her, even the winter one. 

"Mhm," she hummed, a glint flaring in her gaze that matched the flash of chipper orange that ribboned through her aura at a second glance, "Unless, you're working, of course." 

Bubbling excitement forged its way through Harry's system at her words. His hands fell to her shoulders, rings glinting in the bright sunlight overhead. 

"Wait, did they—"

Before Harry could even finish his question, (Y/N) bounced in her spot, a beaming smile scrunching her eyes and creating parenthetical lines on either side of her mouth. "Yes, yes! They called today when I was in class, and, H, they loved you! They left a message and offered you the job, you just need to call them back!" 

Gathering her into a hug, Harry barred his forearms around her shoulders as he rocked them in their spot. "Really? They loved me?" Harry bubbled off, his words traveling through the strands of her hair that fluttered around the home he made in her neck. 

"They said they appreciated how much you knew about all the classics, and they could tell you really loved just being there with all the records. They said they really want you on their team, H." (Y/N)'s voice rattling off all the compliments supposedly shared by his new employers sounded sweeter and a more compelling offer than what he was sure awaited him on her tiny cell phone. 

Harry basked in the feeling—the feeling of being in his beloved's arms, the feeling of taking another tiny step back into the world he rejected, and the feeling of being so loved in that moment he swore his heart was to burst. All he needed was Bonnie circling their feet and Dandelion bundling up between his ankles and it would be his idea of heaven.

"I'm so proud of you, Harry." 

That just about melted him. Harry could only hug (Y/N) tighter. 

"Thank you, sunshine. 'S all for you," he murmured, telling her the same thing he did when he told her he applied, got the call for an interview, and returned back from that first meeting. It was the truth, anyway. If not for her, he would still be hermitting away in his cottage, never having had a chance to feel so loved and needed like he did in that moment. 

(Y/N) drew away, Harry barely allowing her the room before relenting his grip on her. Her eyes shone with pride, a matching, colorful aura haloing her form. "Kiss?" 

He didn't even have to think before he was pressing his lips to hers, a garden growing in his chest at the contact. His arms around her form shifted until he was cradling the sides of her neck in his palms, thumb running along the line of her jaw in affectionate passes. Harry kissed her in small bursts of gentle presses, imprinting the feel of her lips against his own. 

When (Y/N) made the move to draw away, Harry had to stop himself from chasing after her lips, a pout forming on his own before he saw the light in her eyes as she gazed up at him. She really was his own personal sunshine. 

"Why don't you give them a call back, and I'll go put my stuff away and say hi to the girls?" (Y/N) proposed, Harry relenting to move his kissing to the soft of her cheek as she spoke. 

"One more, one more, sunshine," he mumbled, already replacing his mouth over hers as soon as he got the plea out. 

(Y/N) kissed him as best she could through her smile, keeping true to the promise of one more before she was pulling away and out of his embrace. She offered him her phone with a here!, sure he would finagle some sort of spell to cast around the device if he didn't immediately get what she called "service" up here. (Harry wasn't sure exactly what service was, but he knew that the set of bars up top needed to be filled in if he wanted to do anything other than take photos). 

His hands were jittery as he navigated her cell phone, finding the voicemail that was left for him. (Y/N) had been right, they seemed to really like him and Harry was all but bouncing in his boots as he placed a charm on her device that allowed him the "service" to redial the phone number and connect with the shop. 

When he heard the cheery greeting on the other end of the phone, the voice of someone who would now be his coworker, Harry brightened with excitement. That would be him soon, answering the phone so he could bestow his knowledge on all things music on whoever was on the other end. With his ear trained towards (Y/N), keeping some of his attention on her as she went about his cottage, Harry bubbled through the phone calls. 

Just as he had hoped, his new employers were excited to hear back from him and it only took a few moments to get everything set up. He was now an official member of the Record Scratch Music Store, a boutique that specialized in all things music with the largest selection of records Harry had ever seen in one place. Plus, it was a part of the same plaza that (Y/N) worked at. 

As soon as he had his first day set up for the following week, Harry couldn't wait to find (Y/N) again and celebrate for a second time that afternoon. He couldn't help himself, he was so excited and proud of himself for those baby steps he was taking to become an even better beloved for her. 

He moved on quick feet towards the cottage, expecting to see (Y/N) sprawled out on his bed with Bonnie loving on her at her feet and Dandelion huddled in her lap. Instead, he found Bonnie still laid out on the porch, head resting on her paws, with Dande munching away at the mushrooms that were growing along the edge of the stoop. A furrow pinched at his brow as the heels of his boots clicked over the wooden deck of his porch, the view through the screen door revealing that she wasn't even lying on his bed or pattering through his kitchen. 

"(Y/N)?" he called as he stepped over the threshold, almost tripping over her overnight bag that had been dropped by the door. 

The bond wrapped around his heart urged him in the direction of the bathroom, the door shut tightly though light seeped out from underneath. "Just a second, Harry," (Y/N) answered back, voice sounding tight. 

Though worry gripped at his middle, Harry sunk down on the edge of his bed and waited patiently.

She wasn't sick, was she? No, Harry decided, he would have been able to tell by her aura if she was feeling ill. Right? Maybe she was changing into some comfy clothes for the sleepover they were having? But, then again, she usually didn't bother with locking herself away behind the bathroom door in those moments, much too comfortable with the fact Harry has seen and loved all of her to worry about redressing out of his view. Why would she be hiding from him, then?

It wasn't until (Y/N) was brought into his life that Harry realized he was a bit of a worry wart. Nothing could spring his anxiety the way she could with the way he was overly concerned with ensuring every bit of her comfort and happiness was protected. Those worries were usually very easily quelled with a look at her aura, golden tinges shining through that showed him that she was being truthful when she said she was fine and happy. But, until that moment came, his heart that had been waiting for her for decades didn't settle, urging Harry to find a solution to any and every scenario that ran through his head. 

That was how he found himself sitting with a bouncing leg, eyes trained on the bathroom door in wait. When (Y/N) finally emerged, she had redressed into a pair of his worn sweats, the waist and legs cuffed the same way he had to after years of wear stretching out the elastic. She didn't seem any different, hair still fluttering like a dream around her, skin glowing under his gaze, and toes still painted the buttery yellow he had done for her last week on their self-care night at her apartment. 

"Everything alright, (Y/N)?" Harry asked, rising from his spot on the bed, arms reaching out to retrieve her as she dropped her discarded clothes on the top of her overnight bag. 

"Mhm," she hummed with a nod of her head, "Why?" 

He noted the way she wouldn't let him get a peek at her eyes, and subsequently her aura, as she instead bundled into his arms. She pressed her cheek snugly against his chest, arms looped around his middle. Though he was happy to have her back in his arms, bundled in his clothes, Harry pouted as he looked down at her, worried.

Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, Harry spoke through the stands of hair on the crown of her head, "You jus' seem sad all of the sudden. Did something happen?" 

A beat passed before (Y/N) muttered a response, "I'm not sad or anything, H, don't worry." 

"(Y/N)," he pouted into her hair, her name coming out on a whine, "You're making me worried, sunshine." 

Harry paid close attention to the way she hesitated, the way she shifted in his arms as if her thoughts were uncomfortable to keep inside. 

"Its... It's kind of... gross, H," she murmured, voice quiet. 

A pinch pulled Harry's brows together in a furrow as he listened to her. "What do you mean?" 

She sighed, but didn't offer any kind of elaboration. Harry's worry never lessened as he waited for her to form a response, only being a solid pillar for her cling and snuggle up to while she worked up to whatever she apparently feared sharing with him. Gently stroking his fingers up and down her back, he waited oh-so-patiently—just like he did during those decades he hadn't even known he was waiting to meet her. 

Finally—finally!—, (Y/N) spared him and settled her chin on his chest, allowing him to get a look at her aura once he met her gaze. An unflattering shade of yellow streamed around her form with a melancholic bruise of a blue shade running like spokes through the halo. She was embarrassed and sad, the anxiety she expressed surely going hand-in-hand with the colors tinting her aura.

"What is it, sunshine?" he murmured, bringing one of his hands up to brush over her cheek. 

Scanning over her features, Harry couldn't bite back the smile that curled the corners of his lips and brought out just the beginnings of his dimples. She was the most gorgeous girl he'd ever seen, even when she was holding a secret. 

"It's just..." she sighed, cutting herself off with a roll of her eyes, "Oh my god, I don't know why I'm so embarrassed. It's not even a big deal." 

Harry didn't push her as she thought aloud, only watching and taking it in as he brushed the pad of his thumb soothingly along the height of her cheekbone. He didn't take his eyes off her, making note of every eyelash, every pore, and every strand that made up his Flame. 

Because of that, it was impossible for him to miss the way her spine stiffened up before it seemed the air was pulled from her lungs. For a beat, her features were molded with creases as she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to force a stunted breath through her mouth. Her arms were tight around his middle, hands squeezed into fists behind his back with the fabric of his shirt getting bunched up in the grip. Just before her eyes closed, Harry caught a glimpse of a burning red searing through her aura before it flickered out. 

She was in pain. 

Before Harry had the mind to react—a healing spell on the tip of his tongue, but too muddled to be strung together through his heart-pounding fear—, (Y/N) settled. Her body relaxed, exhaustion seemingly dragging her down while Harry held her tightly. Her features unfurled, the creases and wrinkles of pain disappearing before she was left with serenely closed eyes and a deep breath being sucked in through her lips. 

"(Y/N)?" Harry murmured, worried out of his mind right then that she hadn't told him something important and now she was suffering body-aching side effects. 

"Sorry, sorry," she shook her head, hair fluttering around her face as she blinked her eyes open, "I'm okay, it was just a really bad cramp, that's all."  He could see her gearing up to tell him something else, one more thing, before she hesitated. That unflattering yellow shimmered around her form. In a last ditch effort, he watched as she shuttered her eyes with a grumpy furrow to her brows before she spoke, "I started my period last night, and it's not even a big deal, I'm just having really bad cramps this time and I'm scared I'm going to bleed on your sheets tonight on accident."

Harry listened to her rushed words, his brows pinched. He held her steady with his palms warming her cheeks, though he could argue that the hold was to anchor him more than anything. It made him ache hearing that she was so upset over something so simple, and the feeling was put on blast the second she explained the searing pain that had shot through her as cramps. 

"Sunshine," he sighed, the call of her petname puffing between the two of them. It was then that (Y/N) blinked her eyes open, already looking more exhausted than she had just a moment ago. "Are they always like this? Painful?" he prodded. He would hate to find out that this wasn't the first time she'd visited him while on her period and hid the symptoms.

"No, not always," she murmured, looking up at him, "Its only every once in a while that my cramps get really bad like this. I usually just try to stay home if they are, but I really wanted to see you this weekend." 

A heavy sigh worked its way out of Harry's lungs as he looked down at his heart's face cradled in his hands. Streaks of gold tinted her aura, honesty shining through, with an uncomfortable orange biting at the edges that showed him she still wasn't quite settled after the last string of cramps that rattled her body. Even her hold on him seemed shaky, as if it was taking every bit of her strength to keep her arms looped around him after exhaustion seeped into her muscles. 

"C'mere," he beckoned her, making a slow trail of his hands down her form until he was unraveling her knotted fingers from where they were placed behind his back and lacing them between his own. 

(Y/N) pliantly allowed him to guide her to the edge of his bed. He sat her down gently on the mattress before he crouched between her legs, knees hitting the wood floor of his cottage with his heels propped up under his bottom. Harry looked up at her with his hands warming her thighs, eyes matching her own so he could gauge her aura. 

Even without the colors radiating from her form, the creases lining her features, bags under her eyes, and the declining slope of her shoulders told him all he needed to know about how the last twenty-four hours hadgone for her. 

"Y'look so tired, dove. Why haven't y'told me sooner about this?" Harry pressed, his fingertips denting into the soft flesh of her thighs, borrowed sweatpants giving way under his grip. 

Dropping her gaze to his hands on her thighs, (Y/N) let out a bubble of laughter though the sound didn't give any light to her eyes like normal. "I thought you were always supposed to think I'm pretty; isn't that what soulmates are for?" 

"No, sunshine, you know I don't mean it like that. Always, always, always so beautiful; breaks my heart to see you sometimes, it feels so full," Harry rambled, immediately reassuring her with the truth on instinct. He even leaned up and into her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "All I meant," he continued, "was that y'don't look as happy as y'usually do. Don't like seeing y'sad." 

A quiet shrug rocked (Y/N)'s shoulders. "I couldn't sleep well last night—I didn't feel good. And I woke up way too early today, but as soon as the cramps started I wasn't able to go back to sleep so I've just been waiting to come over." 

A pout pushed at Harry's lips, "I wish y'had told me over the sunflow—" 

"But it's embarrassing, H." 

"I don't see how it's embarrassing at all, sunshine, really. 'S natural." Harry didn't allow his gaze to stray from hers at all, wanting to make sure she knew that what he was saying was gospel as far as he was concerned. "Growing up with m'sister and mum, and all the women in our coven, 's not like I've never been around this. It was never anything any of them were ashamed of, either. The moon was gifting them with their connection to our Earth, in a way that only someone like you and m'family could handle. Stars know, I could never be as brave as you are to go through this every month, and yet here you are. 'S nothing y'need to be ashamed of or embarrassed about—especially around me, my love." 

Her features softened as she listened to him, her glowing aura growing gentle along with her. Baby pinks and soothed greens made their appearance around her form. 

"I didn't think about it like that," (Y/N) mumbled, peeking through her lashes to match his gaze, "I don't know why I was worried you would be weird about it, I'm sorry." 

His smile bloomed over his mouth and stretched his cheeks as he ran his palms in a soothing circuit along her thighs. "Dovie, I've been around way too long to grossed out about something like this. You've got nothing to worry about." Harry stood to the full of his height between her legs, boots settling on the wood grain of his floor. "Now, c'mere," he beckoned to her, arms opening up wide, "Gotta hug me properly now after that." 

(Y/N) rose to her feet with a smile so airy and relaxed Harry felt his heart bloat. He liked knowing that he could be one of the reasons that she released that tension that had followed her out of the bathroom. Just as promised, she wrapped her arms around his middle in an affectionate hug, hands slipping under the hem of his shirt and splaying across the small of his back in the skin-to-skin contact they always craved after spending time apart. Harry felt his own muscles practically liquify at the feeling, her nails skimming his skin in a gentle brush that he recognized as her.

Stooping down just enough, Harry was able to comfortably cuddle her against his body with his arms barred around her shoulders and his face in her hair. A gentle smattering of kisses was placed at the crown of her head, the garden outside the window growing in mirroring plots. Breathing came easier when she was in his arms. 

Settling his cheek on the top of her head, Harry allowed his eyes to flutter to a close. As much as he loved having her cuddled up like this—flush against his body as their chests swayed in tandem as they breathed—he couldn't get the look of her exhausted gaze out of his mind. 

Though he tried to maintain as much contact as he could, Harry slipped his arms from around her, taking a careful step back before he grabbed for her hands to tangle his fingers through. "Cuddle?" he asked her, looking down at his Fated, their matching polished fingers bundled between them. 

A light returned to her irises at his line of question, nodding her head with the edges of her mouth turning up into a quirked smile. It was Harry's pleasure guiding her onto his creaking mattress, the fluffiest of his pillows being used to cushion her head before Harry followed through on his proposition.

The air was a little too warm to call for the need of the quilt stretched over his mattress, but that didn't deter Harry from becoming his own version of a human duvet with a heavy arm falling across (Y/N)'s waist. The span of his palm was splayed across the small of her back as he pulled her close to his chest. It was her that tucked her face under his chin, nose nudging the dip in his collarbones just before she hooked her ankle around his own and tangled their legs. 

Fisting his shirt in her grip, (Y/N) relaxed into the cradle of his hold, Harry watching as she finally seemed to relax in what appeared to be for the first time in the last twenty-four hours if she'd been experiencing those cramps all night long. He kept his hold on her steady as he felt her energy level out, her body being lulled into what he would charm into being a restful sleep. 

Just as he felt the blink of her aura beginning to soothe itself out while she slept, (Y/N) flared awake with a tense in her back and her breath being stolen. Instinctively, she moved as if intending to curl in on herself if Harry hadn't been there to block her movements. 

"Oh, sunshine," he crooned, the words being lost in the strands of hair on the top of her head as he held her that much tighter. 

His hand on her back worked a soothing circuit along her spine, willing all of the comforting energy he could muster without a true incantation into his hand so he could push away some of pain coursing through her system. A furrow pinched his brow as the ache lingered in her bones, not quite releasing her just yet. What he wouldn't give to take this pain from her; he'd bear the burden of the cramps and exhaustion himself if he knew she wouldn't have to experience the hardest parts of this gift every month. 

Harry knew the worst of it was over for the moment when she sunk deeply into the mattress under them, her body somehow feeling heavier after that moment, her nose nudging against his collarbones as she let out a heavy breath. 

"If I could," he murmured to her, lips pressing against the crown of her head, "I would take all this away. Hate seeing y'in so much pain." 

"I know you would, H," she whispered, voice as heavy as her muscles, "And if you ever figure out how, I won't stop you." 

That brought a smile to his face at her tiny joke. It would be his lifelong mission if it came to that—finding some kind of mystical cure to what she was enduring. 

Harry didn't stop his hand from the running circuit on her back as she settled into a hopefully more successful attempt at sleeping. He stayed that way even when he felt her energy lull into a true rest. A murmured spell into her hairline ensured she would only experience comforting, happy dreams for as long as she slept with another incantation following after that would keep her resting until most of her exhaustion finally fled from her system.  

Watching over her head, the shadows around his cottage shifted and changed as the sun traced its path in the sky. Never once did Harry dare to move from the cocoon he made around his lover's body. Even when (Y/N) rolled around in his hold, pillow fluffing under her head and duvet mussing around her form, he stayed just where he was when she settled with her back clumsily pressed against his chest. Now his hand laid gentle over her stomach, the soothing energy he could manifest into his palm now working on the knot that lingered and tightened with every ache that wracked through her system. 

He only bothered with a wave of his hand when Bonnie began to whine at the screen door to be let in followed by Dande hopping behind her. His girls had grown to love (Y/N), too, so he wasn't surprised to see Bonnie nose at her arm that hung over the edge of the bed, licking at her palm just once before his lion settled into a roll on the floor, eyes on the front door as she played guard for the night. Dande took quiet steps over the creaking mattress, her budding nose puffing  as she sniffed over Harry's hand on (Y/N)'s tummy, her ears twitching. Peaking over (Y/N)'s form, Dandelion gave him a look that only his intuitive bunny could manage, as if she was well aware of what was going on and was worried like Harry. He watched with a small smile as Dande made herself into a ball that conformed with the shape of (Y/N)'s sleeping body, padding herself against the ache in (Y/N)'s tummy like she knew. 

Having all of his girls together—both of his pets even taking on a portion of helping ease (Y/N)—made Harry's heart feel so full he feared it would steal his breath. If his Flame hadn't been feeling so down in the dumps today, he would think of this as the most perfect moment, the kind that he didn't even know he had been yearning for all those years alone.

But, knowing (Y/N) was alright now, soothed enough that she could fall into a deep sleep, he felt himself being drawn into the dreamland she was currently visiting. With Dandelion standing guard at (Y/N)'s tummy and Bonnie being the protector of the front door, he figured he could take a moment and nap with his Flame.

Hopefully, he would find her even in his dreams. 

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It was Dande that cut his nap short as she plodded over the pillows until she was puffing her nose in Harry's face and nudging him awake. He fluttered his eyes open to the still waning sun, long shadows dancing around his cottage with (Y/N) still protected against his chest just as she had been when he fell asleep. Bonnie was a steady presence that he could just barely see over the edge of the bed, not having moved much from when he had last had his eyes opened. 

Dandelion was the only one to have moved, looking down at him from where she stood on his pillows. "What's wrong?" he murmured to her, voice deep and dredged in sleep. 

His bunny only shuffled her feet on the cushion, ears twitching. Her puffing nose never relented, dark gaze still attached to Harry as if he should have already read her mind. 

"Is there anything wrong, or did y'jus' miss me?" Harry pressed. He wouldn't be surprised to find out she was only missing the attention he gave her, and woke him up because of it.

Instead of the humph he was expecting from her, she gave a gentle thump with her back foot to the pillow under his head. If she had brows he knew they would be downturned to match grumpy attitude she was giving him. 

"Dandelion," he sighed, tightening his hold on (Y/N), "If you're grumpy that we're napping, 'm sorry, but I can let y'outside if y'want. (Y/N) needs her sleep, honey, we need to let her." 

The little bunny didn't move from her grumped perch, only shuffling her paws. Harry was just about to shoo her away, urge her to cuddle up against (Y/N) again or conjure up something fun for her to play with outside if she was so bored, until she let out that huff he'd been waiting for before leaning down and nibbling at a stray curl of his splayed over the pillow. 

A gentle tug was felt at his scalp as she pulled on the strands, just enough to get Harry's attention. The pieces clicked together then, her grumpy attitude making complete sense. 

"You're hungry?" he asked her, his voice coming out on a laugh, "Is that what you're all upset about, Dande? Could've told me, I can put something together for you, ju—" 

Before he could finish his offer, Dandelion stopped nibbling at his hair and instead rubbed her face over the top of (Y/N)'s head, her cheek smushing against the crown. Harry watched her for a second, trying to piece together this second set of information. 

"Do y'want (Y/N) to make you f—No? That's not it?" If bunnies could roll their eyes, Harry knew Dandelion wouldn't hesitate to spare his feelings. It was when she gave a short nibble to the pillowcase before twitching her ears in (Y/N)'s direction that Harry (hopefully) caught onto what Dande was trying to tell him. "(Y/N)'s hungry?" 

The little perk up in Dandelion's posture told him all he needed to know, even if he swore her eyes were telling him Duh! 

"Thank y'for telling me, honey," he cooed to her, reaching his free hand out from under his head and gentle patting between his bunny's ears. 

He didn't doubt her intuition, his Dandelion. More often than not, she was smarter than him anyway, so he didn't bother to grill her on how exactly she knew (Y/N) was hungry and that Harry needed to know immediately so he could fix that. He only gave her a lingering brush of his fingers between her perked ears that made her eyes blink to a slow close before he made careful work of removing himself from the bed. 

Harry gently unwrapped himself from around his Flame in a careful extraction, ensuring she wasn't jostled too much and stayed content in her sleep. Dandelion made her place against (Y/N)'s side, keeping her company again now that Harry knew how dire the situation was. 

Bonnie barely lifted her head from where it rested on her paws as Harry stepped over the floorboards, a grin blooming on his face that could rival the sunflowers growing along the shingles of his roof. Bathed in the buttered sunlight, the most important facets of Harry's life were threaded together on his bed. Dandelion was now happily sprawled out in comfort, feet kicked out beside (Y/N) with Bonnie being the perfect roll by the bed, the sleepiest protector. (Y/N) was still the vision of serenity as his charms were taking perfect care of her, letting his heart rest and dream perfect dreams. 

He couldn't help himself before he clicked his fingers, his gifted polaroid—arguably his most valuable and favorite possession along with his record player and vinyl collection—was summoned to him. The yellow camera was heavy in his hands as he brought the viewfinder to his eye, the vision in front of him now warped. The click and shutter of the camera going off was the only sound to fill the room before the film was printing from the slot at the front. Harry was quick to grab for it, clicking his camera back to its safe spot in his closet with a snap of his fingers. 

The photo developed slowly, though Harry's grin didn't waver as he waited. Once it came all together, he was granted with the perfect vision of what lie before him, frozen in time and his to keep for the rest of his existence. The lens had perfectly picked up on the slight gap to (Y/N)'s lips, short puffs of air falling from between them as she dreamt her sweetened dreams. Baby hairs were pasted to her temples, the strands kissing at the frame of her face the way he loved to do. The whole vision was bathed in golden tones, the perfect glimmering light that caught the high points of her face and pinged off the tips of her bare lashes as she slept with her cheek smushed into his pillow. Around her were the woodland guardians that made up the rest of Harry's small family. Bonnie emulated a warm cinnamon roll perched on the floor, slacking on her guard lion duties as she slept the afternoon away, with Dandelion a puff of white fur cuddling into (Y/N)'s tummy with a puffing nose and twitchy ears. 

Harry's heart swelled as he took in every detail. With a brush of his fingertips along the edge of the film, the photo was brought to life. The golden light filtering through the window now gleamed in sunspots over (Y/N)'s hair and sparkled as it hit the highpoints of her face. The shadows shifted as the flowers outside gently swayed in the summer breeze. It was perfect—the perfect dream that would come to Harry's mind if he had been charmed into having the most pleasant of dreams. 

Padding across the floor, being mindful of the creakiest of his floorboards, Harry made his way to the wall facing his bed. Along the wall was shimmering vines that grew in celebration of the love he held for his Flame, flowers twinkling with points of light dotted across the flora. In the gaps of the growth was all the photos he had pinned to his wall, moments with (Y/N) or his pets, shots of his garden and the moon that he never wanted to forget. Each frame displayed that moment in time on repeat—(Y/N) twirling in the meadow outside his cottage, Dandelion trying to shove her namesake plant in her mouth, Bonnie circling his feet with a whipping tail. This new photo found its place just beside a picture of (Y/N) making a kissy face at him through the lens, the frame showing off the way she laughed after making the pose. 

A broad grin made its way onto his face, dimples deep in his cheeks, smile lines creasing his face, as he trailed his gaze along the wall. Wasn't he a lucky, lucky man? 

Casting a short glance over his shoulder, he found (Y/N) still cuddled into his bed, serenely sleeping away the exhaustion that tainted her features. Dande was happily snuggled against her mom's tummy, though that didn't stop her from throwing side-eyes in Harry's direction. He knew that if she could talk, she would no doubt be hounding him for taking too long on following through her what she told him. She's still hungry, you know, he could picture her prattling off, Just because you took a picture of us doesn't mean you can get distracted.

The attitude of that little thing. He had a plan, no reason to worry. (Y/N) was going to be well taken care of, no doubt. 

Harry allowed one last lingering glance across his wall of art, before he was silently stepping away.  He needed to find his spell book, see if there was anything in there that could help ease the discomfort of (Y/N)'s cramps and hopefully gently help her through the next week. The spell he had in mind before, the incantation that instinctively came to the forefront of his mind the first second he saw her tense and in pain wouldn't be much help as she didn't have any physical wounds to heal. He needed something that would soothe her internally. 

Reaching under his bed with a careful pet to Bonnie's head, he found his large, leather bound spell book. Inside held every word that guided him through his life as a witch. His most favorite chapters were clearly marked with the worn corners and edges of the paper, those pages surely detailing out any romantic spellwork that could be performed between a witch and their Flame. Though he instinctively gravitated towards those pages, he stopped himself before he could become distracted with the looping handwriting of an ancestor he'd never met, but had the same privilege as he in meeting their soulmate. 

Instead, he followed the fading index at the front of the book, looking for healing and soothing spells and rituals. The chapter glossary directed him to "Spells needed during a Blood Moon Cycle" (which is very different from spells that are used during a Blood Moon, as many witches have made the mistake and come up with very differing results). Inside were spells he remembered his sister vaguely using, or the many other witches in his coven as he grew up, though he never felt the need to memorize them. 

Harry flipped through the pages, scanning over the results while he waited for the perfectly right spell to pop up. Short rituals to help with mood swings? No, she doesn't need that he didn't think. A spell to ward off the cycle all together? A little too late for that it seemed. A salve to help heal hormonal breakouts? Glancing at (Y/N)'s glowing skin, Harry figured he wouldn't need to worry about that one, especially if she didn't ask for it first. 

Potions to help with cramps? Perfect! 

Harry thumbed to the page, taking in the first slew of ingredients. Reading it over, this particular potion seemed a little too ancient to execute, especially with the use of a Harper's Nest being called for. (No Harpers had been seen in centuries, let alone any remaining nests on Earth). Flicking to the backside of the same page, he found a much more familiar recipe. 

Reading it over, Harry pinged where the ingredients were in his head, a map forming of all the places he would need to slip off to before (Y/N) woke. He wanted to have it warm and ready for her the second she woke up, the tea-like potion something for her to sip on while he made dinner. That was how he found himself pressing a gentle kiss to (Y/N)'s forehead before trying his best to avoid the creaky floorboards of his cottage as he made his way outside. 

The recipe he had stowed away in his brain directed him to his garden first, finding the short stalks of chamomile flowers that started popping up once he added daisies to his plots. Muttering a quiet thank you to his plants, he tugged out a grouping of the flowers, a tiny bouquet forming in his hands of the white flowers. Digging through the rest of his garden, he pulled some nettle leaves carefully from the bunch, ensuring he didn't accidentally sting himself with the pointed greens. 

With his growing potion in hand, Harry left the meadow of his home with a quick glance behind him to ensure (Y/N) was still safe and sound asleep. He didn't love leaving her alone, but he needed to grab this one last ingredient then he could once again join her. Scavenging around the area past the tree line, Harry found the bushel he was looking for just past one of the bigger trees that helped hide the view to his clearing. 

Instead of a tall, limbering tree like most cherry plants, Harry searched the ground for a small bush staying close to the strongest roots of the large tree. Underneath all of the low hanging greens were pert little cherries. The bright red hue stuck out starkly against the green of their leaves and the dirt path they bordered. Plucking off a few pairs of the fruits, Harry grinned when he saw just what he had been looking for. 

These cherries had abandoned the regular rounded shape of their cousins long ago, instead following the pattern of the sky and molding their flesh into the shape of the stars above them. Since they grew so low to the ground, the only way to reach the kind of light needed to grow, was from the twinkling stars that peeked through the brush. The starlight gave the fruits their own special properties, especially as they became so in sync with the moon cycle, making it perfect for what Harry was hoping to do with his potion. 

Harry made quick work of navigating through the trees, finding his way back to his heart. (Y/N) was sound asleep still as he crossed the threshold, Bonnie being the only one to acknowledge his presence as she lifted her head from where it rested on her paws with half hooded eyes. 

Feeling the energy of his little family behind him, Harry happily got to work in the kitchen. His mortar and pestle were the first stop in making his tea, the chamomile flowers and nettles going in first before he began to grind them together. The petals of the flowers fell apart and mixed with the green leaves, leaving streaks of yellow from the center and fragrant punches of their floral aroma to linger in the air. A quick flick of his fingers allowed for the paste to begin drying, becoming crumbly and perfect for the teabags he was to scoop them in. As he allowed the process to take place, next was steeping of the cherries on the stove to make the perfect tart base for her tea, the cherries hopefully covering up the bitter nettle taste. The starlight berries floated in the slowly boiling water on the stove, tinting everything pink as the color seeped from the flesh and allowing dews of starlight to trickle through. 

Stirring through the beginnings of the tea, Harry watched in awe of the stars twinkling through, creating vortexes with a spin of his spoon. If he looked close enough, he'd bet there were galaxies forming in the pot.

A delicate sigh sounded from behind him before the springs of his mattress creaked under movement. Peeking over his shoulder, he found (Y/N) adjusting herself in her sleep, though he could tell from he beat of her energy she wouldn't be sleeping for too much longer. The sun had made its way down low to the horizon, taking them farther from the lunchtime she had missed and closer to dinner where he planned on taking care of her before entertaining her until she found sleep once more. 

With her tea warming and the paste that would fill the teabags drying under an imaginary sun, Harry got to work on the dinner he was set to make for her. She always loved the soups he made for her, just behind the fresh pastries he was trying his hand at after becoming obsessed with a bakery in town. But, he figured he didn't really have enough time to make the perfectly layered and flaky croissant right now, so soup it was. 

With a pot warming up stock on the stove next to her simmering tea (the stars had become so plentiful that the dark liquid was beginning to shimmer like the night sky), the sound of Harry chopping vegetables and portioning out the ingredients filled the room. If not for (Y/N)'s sleeping, he would have flicked his record player on, Elton John being on tonight's turntable. Instead, he kept his focus on the moving parts going on in his kitchen. 

Wild rice, potatoes, peas, and yogurt were the first editions to his soup, letting everything soften and warm while he took care of the final steps of (Y/N)'s tea. With a wave of his fingers, tiny, cloth teabags were summoned to his workstation. As he spooned the chamomile and nettle mixture into the bags, Harry flicked his gaze to the windowsill in front of him, a handful of his crystals having been charging in the day's sun. Spotting the small shard of amethyst that shown a velvety purple in the darkening sky beside the cluster of celestite that matched the baby blue tones of morning sunshine, Harry deviated from the original spell for just a moment. Plucking the pair of crystals, Harry added them to what would be (Y/N)'s serving of the tea, allowing their healing properties to seep into the cherry sweet base of her drink. 

Setting a pair of mugs aside, Harry spooned the cherry drink into the ceramic first, (Y/N)'s carefully taken care of in a special cow printed mug she loved drinking out of when she came over. Her teabag was left to steep inside while Harry's was pushed off to the side in wait of whenever (Y/N) was ready and awake. With a flick of his wrist and a short spell muttered under his breath, the helpings of tea were charmed to stay warm in their mugs no matter how much time passed. His focus shifted to the now warmed soup, the bit of magic he cast that helped in the process of softening the vegetables and cooking the rice brought them to just the perfect temperature as he whisked his spoon through the creamy mixture. 

While bubbles simmered to the surface, Harry distracted himself with the herb garden he had growing just along the sill of his glassless window. As he plucked at the bunches of sage and thyme, Harry almost missed the sound of the bed creaking, a pulse in (Y/N)'s energy signaling she was awake. Dropping the seasonings to the counter, a bright grin took over Harry's features. 

Turning on his heel, his heart beat just a bit faster as he took in the way her messy hair was fluffed around her face as she knuckled at her eye. A slight furrow pinched at her brow as she sat up, Dandelion none too happy with the change in position though it only took her a moment to take advantage of the warm spot (Y/N) left behind. 

"Hi, sunshine," he sighed, voice soft as he rounded the peninsula counter of his kitchen to be closer to his love. 

"Hi," she muttered, voice giving away just how groggy she was with a grumble to her tone. 

"How'd y'sleep, dove?" Harry asked, shuffling to crouch in front of where she sat on the edge of his bed. Gentle hands landed on the thick of her thighs, palms warming her skin through the fabric of her borrowed sweats. 

Her hooded eyes blinked slowly at him as she ran a hand through her hair. "Good—way better than last night," she murmured, a smile tugging at her sleep-dredged features, "Did you put a spell on me or something? Because I even had those good dreams of you and I." 

That would never get old, Harry decided; every time he put a sweet dream charm on her, she always shared that those dreams typically consisted of the two of them, lounging or kissing or whatever els her mind conjured up to make her sleep sweet. 

"Maybe," Harry mused, a quiet shrug of his shoulders being the only answer she needed, "Dande told me y'were hungry, is that true?" 

(Y/N) gazed down at him with a pinch in her brow at the mention of the bunny's name. "How did she know that?" 

"I don't know, love," Harry started, flicking his gaze to the sleeping rabbit behind her, "She knows things that I don't think I'll ever understand. I stopped questioning her a long time ago." 

He could see the way (Y/N) accepted the answer, just as she did when he exposed himself as a witch. There wasn't much else that could shock someone, even an intuitive bunny rabbit that somehow knew about their owner's eating habits. "I mean, in my dream you were making me breakfast for a while, so maybe she picked up on that. Are you making dinner?" 

A bubbling nod caused Harry's curls to flop over his forehead. "Mhm," he hummed, "I've got some soup going, and I made y'some tea that's supposed to help with your tummy, if y'wanted to try it." 

Harry's pride only expanded as he watched her perk up at the mention of tonight's menu. "What kind of tea is it?" 

Delivering one last squeeze to the mid of her thigh, he stood to the full of his height between her legs with a broad smile on his face. "It was something m'sister used to make when she wasn't feeling well during her Moon Cycle," he explained to her as he moved to the kitchen, her special cow printed mug warming his hands as he took it to her. 

The tea shimmered in his hold, the teabag having sunk to the bottom of the mixture leaving the starry liquid to shine under the waning sunlight. (Y/N) awed when she saw the glimmering light coming from her mug, her careful fingers wrapping around the ceramic, grazing over Harry's hand as he passed it off. 

"How did you get stars in here?" she asked, voice hushed as if afraid to disturb the vision in her cup. 

"There's this kind of cherry that only grows under starlight, and whenever it's used like this, stars spill right out of it. I thought y'would like it," he told her, sitting beside her on the edge of his bed as he awaited her reaction to the first sip. 

With the mug nestled in her hands, (Y/N) carefully brought it to her mouth for a taste, eyes brightening as soon as the first splash hit her tongue. Two more large gulps later, a broad grin covered Harry's features. She liked it. 

"Harry," she bubbled, starlight glimmering on the pillow of her bottom lip before her tongue peeked out to swipe it away, "this is so good! Try some!" 

Harry could have melted away as he watched her offer him her mug, the tea that he has specially crafted to aid her cramps swirling in the cup. "I've got m'own waiting over there, but thank you, sunshine. I want y'to drink the whole thing before we have dinner, alright?" His words came out as a clear direction as he left her to finished her mug on his bed, his soup and bundled herbs calling to him before they burned. "M'book says two servings should cure you of your cramps until the end of the Moon Cycle." 

At the mention of dinner, Harry saw (Y/N)'s features brighten further. It was nice seeing her come back to herself after the scare she gave him. "What soup are you making?" 

Her eyes followed him into the kitchen, gaze dropping to his hands as he worked on the sage leaves and sprigs of thyme he was working into the soup. "Your favorite," he told her with a smile over his shoulder. 

She practically bounced on the edge of the mattress, the springs creaking. "The rice one? With the peas and everything? 

"That's the one," he told her, dropping the herbs and various seasonings he had portioned out into the simmering pot. 

"Oh, Harry," she crooned, the pout he was sure she had on her face evident in her voice, "You didn't have to do all this." 

Harry was quick to shoo off her remark with a wave of his hand, his attention directed on the stirring of the soup. "I don't have to do anything, sunshine, but I want to do this for you. Tears me up inside to see y'so upset and in pain over something that shouldn't be a punishment. I jus' want to make y'happier, love, that's all 'm trying to do." 

When he didn't hear any response for a moment, a pinch quirked Harry's brows. He hoped he hadn't made her upset; if she really didn't want him to do all of this for her, she only needed to tell him and he'd back off. Looking over his shoulder, he ended up finding her with a pair of watery eyes and a pout of her lips. 

"I love you," she peeped out between her puffed lips, the sentiment small as it hung in the air between them. 

"Sunshine," Harry sighed, abandoning his soup in favorite of catering to his flame, "C'mere." He beckoned to her with arms opened wide as he rounded the kitchen counter. (Y/N) was quick to move into his arms, her own looping around his middle with her face tucked against his chest. 

Burying his nose into her hair, Harry carefully ran his hands in a circuit along her back, soothing circles burrowing under her skin and relaxing her system. He cradled her against his chest as he cooed to her, reciprocating her sentiment of love and calming her from the tears that threatened to lead over her waterline. Her breathing came in watery puffs against his chest, the warm air leaking through his top and caressing his skin. He paid close attention to the pacing of her exhales, ensuring that she was feeling less on edge by the time he pulled back from her. Maybe, he would have to revisit the ritual he saw earlier for mood swings. 

"Feeling a little teary today, too?" he asked her, voice a quiet croon between just the two of them. 

"Yeah, I guess so," (Y/N) breathed out a laugh against his chest, "Its not usually this bad though. You're just being too sweet, it caught me off guard." 

A gentle kiss was pressed to the top of her head, the strands of her hair brushing against his nose and tickling his cheeks. "I didn't mean to make y'cry, sunshine—jus' love y'so much, that's all." 

"I know," she sighed. Her arms around his middle tightened as she spoke the words that without fail made him feel like he was joining the moon and becoming a star with only the purpose of floating through the sky and shining bright for all to see: "I love you, too, Harry. Best thing that ever happened to me." 

A smile bloomed across his features as he buried his face in her hair. His eyes fluttered to a contented close as he took in the moment, his heart feeling complete with his lover right in his arms and the best thing she could ever say to him echoing in his ears. "You're gonna make me cry now, if you're not careful. Not gonna be able to finish making dinner when y'get me teary like this, you know that."

That got (Y/N)'s attention as she pulled back from Harry's chest just enough to look up at him. "But, I'm still hungry," she pouted, a teasing glint sparking across her now dry eyes. 

"I know," he smiled down at her, ducking his head to nudge his nose against hers in a puppy's kiss, "That's why you've gotta be gentle with me. Can't really take care of y'when 'm all weepy cause you're being sweet on me." 

(Y/N) let out a quiet laugh that transformed her features, softened every curve and adding creases to her eyes and lines around her mouth. Her eyes were dreamy and far away as she looked up at him. "Fine," she relented on a sigh, "Kiss before you go back to work?" 

Harry didn't even try to stand up against the pucker of her lips, immediately stretching his neck and pressing his mouth to hers in a heart-mending kiss. Though the contact was nothing more than an innocent press, Harry still felt his heart thump, urging itself to runaway as he pulled back. 

With a final nudge from (Y/N) pushing him towards the kitchen and the soup that was simmering away on the stove, it was with a smile quirking the corners of his lips and a heart trying to lift up to the clouds that he finished up the nights meal. Herbs and spices were added to the mixture, fragrancing the air with notes of sage and warm thyme. By the time he had developed the flavor he was looking for, he couldn't dole out the servings fast enough as he felt (Y/N)'s eyes on his back. 

Chunks of a crusty baguette he had hidden away in his bread box were portioned out for both bowls, (Y/N) given the bigger serving as he carefully moved to sit beside her on his bed. His minimalist cottage allowed for the pair of them to cozy up on his bed with the nest of his duvet fluffed around them, a dining table not necessary in Harry's mind when he could be close to (Y/N) like this instead. 

With her legs crossed underneath her, (Y/N) settled the warm bowl in her lap, peas and potato chunks floating around in the creamy soup, bright spots of green herbs ribboning through the mixture. Harry waited for her opinion on the soup first, watching her take her first bite while he absently flicked his hand to summon his helping of tea (that he was going to end up giving to (Y/N) as it seemed she had already finished her first mug). 

With a spoonful loaded with the wild rice and bright vegetables, (Y/N) took a careful bite. The smile that brightened her face, brows raised and eyes wide made Harry's chest puff with pride. 

"This is even better than last time, H," she beamed, spooning out another bite though her attention was pinned to him, "Did you do anything different?" 

Harry shook is head, curls flopping over his forehead at the motion. "No, jus' tried extra hard to make it good for you. Feeling any better with the tea and everything?" 

An excited nod of (Y/N)'s head sent her own hair a flutter, strands having escaped the twist she had put it in. Swallowing down her bite of dinner, she flicked her eyes to the extra mug of tea Harry had in his hand. Without thinking, he offered it to her with a silent question, urging her to wrap her fingers around the handle and take a sip. 

"I still feel a little icky," she said, throat bobbing as she swallowed down her seeing of starlight, "But way better than yesterday. Thank you for helping me." 

(Y/N) hadn't been paying attention as she brought another spoonful of soup to her mouth, going a bit haywire with a bump to her lip and causing a dribble of the mixture to land on the point of her chin and smear over the side of her mouth. Harry breathed out a laugh, bringing his hand up to her chin before swiping away the mess with the pad off is thumb. 

"That's what 'm here for, sunshine," he cemented through his smile, bringing his thumb to his mouth to lick off the mess he had cleaned for her. 

Her cheeks went warm as she watched him, aura matching with a cozy yellow and rosy pink that was his favorite combination to see haloing her form. 

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"Sorry I'm not being any fun tonight, I'm just still so tired." 

Harry watched with adoration swimming in his gaze as (Y/N) yawned before snuggling deeper under the covers stretched over his bed. Two empty mugs with residual stardust lingering in the bottom sat in his sink, and only a single helping left of the wild rice soup was stowed away and chilling in the refrigerator. (Y/N) had been effectively wined and dined, her system warmed and loosened enough that it had taken very little convincing on Harry's part to suggest that they head to bed early that night. Both Bonnie and Dandelion had embarked on their own adventures halfway through dinner, bored with watching their parents give each other lovey eyes and coo to one another. They would be back, he was sure, they couldn't stand to be too far from (Y/N) when she visited overnight. 

"Don't be sorry, Dovie," he told her climbing into bed beside her, "I don't blame you. Healing takes a lot out of you, and 'm sure it's not easy during your Moon Cycle." 

(Y/N) answered in a quiet sigh as Harry wrapped his arms around her. Her own arms were bundled between them, fingertips just barely brushing along the line of his collarbone. Just holding her, Harry could feel a thread of tenseness that had leaked back into her system, the tea and soup having done enough to relax her muscles, but nothing could completely erase the discomfort that came with feeling parts of your insides leave your body in a not so pleasant process. 

With a wave of his fingers behind her shoulder, Harry queued his record player up, a Bread record spinning on the turntable. Soft notes of Baby I'm-A Want You filtered through the cottage, blending with the gentle sound of the swaying breeze that blew just outside. Using the cover of the song to muffle the spell he recited over (Y/N)'s head, Harry enchanted his hands with the charm of a healing touch. A warmth touched at his palms, spreading through to his fingers until there was a level of heat that simmered under his skin. It was a touch uncomfortable for him, a sensation he wasn't used to, but was more than willing to go through if it was going to help (Y/N) finally be pulled from the turmoil her body was putting her through. 

The reaction was almost immediate as he pressed his hands to the expanse of her back. Muscles shifted and liquified, the arch and ache of her bones softened, and the stiff set of her body curled and sunk into the mattress and his arms. 

"Its like you're a heating pad or something. Already feeling so much better now that you're holding me." (Y/N) mumbled words were smeared against the slope of his throat, a broad smile touching at his lips. 

Sure, he could explain to her that he had actually cast a healing spell on his hands, tell her that it wasn't anything more than a clever charm that would wear off through the night—or, he could keep her thinking that his touch by itself was healing her, his presence just the antidote she needed. Maybe it was a bit selfish to go with the second option, but not harmful at all, Harry decided with a quiet smile.

Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he continued his circuit over her back, occasionally playing with the ends of her stray hairs and drawing affectionate shapes across the planes of her back. Despite the short nap he had taken that afternoon, feeling her so close to him brought out a serenity that was hard to ignore, even when he hadn't started out the cuddle session tired at all. 

"What song is this?" (Y/N) murmured, her words slurred and half asleep, just as they usually were when she needed that final shove of his calming voice to lull her to her dreams. And she knew nothing got him talking like music did. 

"'S this song by Bread—" 

"Bread?" 

Harry breathed out a laugh that ruffled the hair on the crown of her head. God, he loved her. No one could make him laugh like she did. 

"I know, 's a weird one, isn't it? But, this album came out in '71, I think, and..."

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its been so long since I posted something for citrine so im so excited for everyone to revisit their story!!! thank u sm for reading and sorry for any mistakes!! if you have any ideas or requests of your own please send them in!

[serene-sun]

Im begging you 🛐 I need a Aether Fan fix where him and reader have a little girl 😭 pleaseeeeee

Piccolo Demone

I love and live for Aether babies. Thank you for the request! I have learned that writing fluff is allot easier than smut. One part is inspired by this post by @bitterconfusion 💕

Warnings: pregnancy and everything that comes with that, child birth, pregnancy pains, stressed aether, plenty of fluff! Not proof read bc I really wanted to post it as soon as possible

- Requests are open -

“A-a baby?” Aether muttered, his mind not comprehending the news that had left your mouth.

You nod, nervously playing with your hands.

“Uh, yeah, I’m pregnant…” you reply, voice hippie with joy as his dumbfounded face turns bright with a smile.

“So, there is a child inside of you, right now? Like right this second. Am, am I going to be a father? Like you are going to give birth?” He stutters, kneeling to your stomach, cupping it with his ringed hands.

He gasps and leans back a bit as he realizes, “wait..” he turns to look at your curled lips, “s-she is made from both of us?”

You giggle a little, chuckling at his still stunned expression. “How are you so sure it’s a girl?” You ask, bringing a hand to his cheek.

“What do you mean how?” The ghoul scoffs, “of course it’s a girl, I just know it.” He laughs, bringing his ear to your stomach.

You know there is nothing to hear or feel yet, but you will let your ghoul have this moment.

-

During the pregnancy, aether will simply not allow you to have any movement that’s not a small 4 feet walk, or sitting/laying down. If this man of a ghoul so much as sees the thoughts of bending down in your eyes, he is quick to stop you.

“Don’t you dare!” He yells from afar as he senses the “dangerous” activity about to commence as you see the dropped article of clothing on the floor beside the hamper.

Aether is constantly by your side, “that’s our little girl in their! We must be careful!” He explains, rubbing your belly softly.

Craving something? Aether has the other ghouls make it as he takes care of you.

Sleepy? Aether already has you in pajamas in his arms.

Anxious? Sad? Moody? Sick? This ghoul knows that before you do, he has medicine and what times to take it written on a chart, sometimes on dews arm so he doesn’t forget or loose it.

Contractions? Heating pad ✅ hot soup ✅ his warm arms and a comedy on the TV ✅

-

One time, you felt playful and decided to play a sick prank on the soon to be father. Shrieking in a small whimper, your definitely not a small ballon of water taped to your thigh breaks. And aether comes running into the room, “what! What is it?! Is ev-“ his eyes meet with the small pool of water at your feet. He shrieks too, panicking as he cups his head with his hands.

“Uh, uh, I uhhh, uhm, I-“ he panicked, looking around the room as if someone else was there to instruct him.

When you break out in laughter the ghoul is very much concerned.

Has she gone mental?

Aether was very concerned, he was flabbergasted. And then he connected the dots when you no longer looked in pain.

He huffed and realized he had forgotten to breathe, turning around and letting his shoulders relax.

“Are you serious?”

-

When the moment you, and everyone In the ministry, have been waiting for arrives. You and aether are quickly rushed into a private room that had already been set up the previous days.

Your ghoul, never the less his companions, were all on edge. They felt every little feeling you did, on top of that their own? Rain and the ghoulettes are in tears, mountain is having a panic attack, dewdrop lit something aflame, Swiss is just trying to calm aether down even though he isn’t sure what to do either. They feel your pain, fear, anxiety, and happiness all In one.

The ghoulettes even felt a small bit of your physical pain, the male ghouls felt aether and your own pain too.

As the midwife’s rush your limp shaking body, you wail in tears, calling out for your ghoul.

“A- aether…it hurts…I’m scared, what if something goes wrong?” You sniffle, face blush. Grabbing your hand, he replies, “nothing bad is going to happen, we have the best of the best here, it’s alright my dear.” He whispered, kissing your cheek, trying to calm you down.

As your breathes became uneven, the cruel process had begun.

“Push as hard as you can my love.” He said, trying to look collected.

As you pushed, all sounds became a blur and your vision became cloudy. The pain was too unbearable, “aeth- aether, I can’t!” You sobbed, “I can’t do it.” You cried into his shoulder as he kneeled by the bed.

“Yes you can, I know you can because your the strongest person I know. And nomatter what we get ourselves into, we have always and will continue to get ourself out safe.” He stated, firmly gripping your hand as he glanced back and forth between you, and the midwife’s trying to make the situation easiest as possible. “Your laugh, your smile, your voice, your hair, eyes, and perfect eco will be in this baby. They say nobody’s perfect but you are, so I think we just debunked that my dear.” He chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood.

You only cried more, happy, sad and feeling undeserving of the amazing ghoul you had by your side for life.

“Aether, if-if something happens, and I don-t” you were quickly hushed before you could finish the request.

“Don’t even think about that, your going to be fine, and this baby, all of us, fine and warm, and happy.” He told you, a genuine smile across his expression.

-

When the leading midwife hands you the child, wrapped in a soft pink cloth, you can’t help but feel that your holding a glass that’s about to shatter. You hold her carefully, relieved the process is over with. When you glance to see aether, you giggle at how mesmerized he is. His jaw was practically dropped to the floor, his eyes wide as he didn’t dare blink while studying the precious creature.

“She- she has your smile and, and your hair!” He said, giddy and almost jumping up and down.

“But don’t you see? She has your eyes and, and I suppose your horns!” You laugh, holding her closely as aether brings you both into a tight hug, but not tight enough to hurt either of you.

You scratch his special spot behind his ear, seeing him twitch in affection.

“I-I can’t wait to show everyone!” The ghoul laughs, happy and relieved tears spilling from his eyes. “I’m a father! And you a mother! And I have a child! And, and she can go on tours, and she will love the ghouls, sister imperator will make her cute little dresses and-and papa!” He couldn’t help the fumble of excitement spewing from the new father, tail flicking back and forth.

Once the mess is cleaned up, and the room is neatly lit with dim lights, soft blankets and just you, aether, and the sweet girl he holds in his arms. He scanned every feature, looking from you to her in comparison, he smiles more and more until it hurts.

When there’s a soft knock on the door, aether is quick to let them in, knowing it’s his companions.

I can’t wait for them to meet her

The ghoulettes have to quickly cover each others mouths in order not to scream and simply die of cuteness. As they fill the room, rain can’t help but come over to the bed to check on you, his first priority is making sure everyone is safe and sound.

“Need water? Would you like a snack? More blankets? Pillows?” The soft ghoul asked, straightening the blanket across your frame.

Mountain of course is the one holding all of the gifts the ghouls had gotten you both, as a surprise for the little thing.

“I can’t believe we are aunts! I can’t wait to spoil her!” They squeezed their hands together tightly, trying their best to give aether and the little flower space.

Everyone suddenly looks at dewdrop only to realize that, for the first time ever, the ghoul is excited to see a child, nevertheless an infant at that. They giggle at the way he blushed at the cute thing as he tried to not look interested. He played with his tail behind Swiss, trying to ignore everything and focus on anything and everything besides the baby smiling and giggling in Aethers arms.

Swiss, comes beside aether, sitting in the chair across.

“So? How is it? How does it feel to be a dad?” He asks with his wide grin.

Aether looks up, for the first time in the last 30 minutes of holding her. “Hell, it’s my very own flesh and blood, and, did you see her little nubs for horns? She has little claws too!” He smiles, biting his lip.

You feel a heavy tensing pain in your lower area of your stomach, and the unforeseen sensation strikes a loud cry from you. Bringing your hands to hold your stomach, the rooms attention switches to you. The ghouls imedeatly come to the edge of your bed to see what the problem was.

“What”

“What is it?”

“What’s wrong sweet pea?”

They are quick to be alerted by a simple stomach pain. You groan as another one hits you, cramping your muscles tightly, you feel like your going to burst.

Aether is the first one to come to your side, “my darling?” He asks, as the child in his arms starts to cry at the sudden movement and noises.

The crying baby, raging stomach, and the concerned ghouls swarming you is just too much, you don’t know what to say.

“S-stomach.” Is all you can mutter to him as your tiredness is not helping your current state.

Aether looks at you, the baby, and the other ghouls as well as the entire room. Looking for someone to guide and give him step by step instructions again, he orders the ghouls to go and get a nurse.

With three of the ghouls chasing out the room in panic, you look at aether in hopelessness.

“I’m just so exhausted.” You whimper, not really caring what they do or say.

Aether tries to hush the mini ghoul in his arms by rocking them back and forth, while trying to understand what your problem was as well as the baby’s.

-

As the nurse leaves the room, you realized that it was a simple after birth defect. Being drained of all energy, all you can do is stare at the ceiling, waiting for a moment to drift off. Aether is tired too, but the child just won’t stop crying.

You feels tears again, fall from your face, in frustration.

The ghouls also don’t know what to do, so they decide to get papa.

-

When papa enters the room, the ghouls go quiet as they trust he will know how to ease the situation.

He sighs understandably as he notices the anxiety, and exhausted look on Aethers face as he rocks the baby more as it continues to fuss. He then meets your droopy eyes, body aching, frustrated, and exhausted as well.

Copia takes the child into his arms from Aether, and almost immediately, she stops crying as she is cradled into his loving warm arms.

The man chuckles, “see all she needed was her papa.” His smile is warm and genuine as he kisses her forehead and adjusts the pink cotton blanket to warm her more.

“Well I’m sure that if the adult ghouls are upset in this time, I can only imagine what our little dolce raggio di sole is feeling here as a piccolo demone.” He says as the man looks at both you and aether.

Then it clicks, the child is a ghoul, of course they have the same senses. They must’ve felt her pains and the stress filled room

Aether sighs as the child immediately stops crying, a wave of relief washing over him. As copia walks out of the room, softly shutting the door behind him with a “let’s let daddy and mommy get some rest, eh?”

Aether falls back into the chair, cupping his forehead, he turns to check on you. But he finds that you have immediately fallen asleep. He smiles and leans in to kiss your head goodnight as he turns off the lamp beside you. Brining the footstool to his seat, he makes a homemade bed for himself as he lays your hand in his, he slowly drifts off as well.

-

When they take their first steps, it’s in the ghoul den. The ghouls were all lounging as you fixed a cup of tea. And in the corner of your eye, followed with a few ghoulette gasps and a tail flicking from rain beside you, you see your very own little ghoul stumbling across the floor on her own two legs.

You almost spit out your tea

Already?!

-

The little things got some fire in her, dewdrop says, looking at the child run away from him holding the toy in hand. Running to aether as he entered the room from mass, he bends to his knees to greet the mess of a girl.

“Hey, I missed you firefly!” He says, grabbing her little hands in his own large ones.

“Da!” She exclaimed, everyone’s hearts were speeding up at the almost full word. You all sighed, realizing she was so close yet so far.

“Dada!” She exclaimed again, this time you can hear happy whimpers from everyone in the room at the cute little girl.

Aethers jaw is once again at the floor as he looks to you for a reaction, only to see you are the same.

-

By now, the ghoulettes have already filled a separate closet of dresses they made for her. Pink, black, yellow, white, brown, frilly, short, long, fluffy, ruffled, pattern, you name it. And papa had a slight obsession with buying her stuffed animals. At one point she had an entire army of stuffed rats from copia. Rain loves to teach her things, mountain loves taking her outside and baby sitting, Swiss and dewdrop absolutely love causing chaos with the little demon. They might be teaching her far too many things as she is already showing her element.

But it was the days that you and aether spent of baking and watching movies in a cuddle pile you loved. The little girl was already loved by all of the siblings of sin, nevertheless sister imperator.

She had already started strumming Aethers guitar and coming up with random words as lyrics as he played.

Oh and she absolutely loves concerts, she hides behind stage or even under plat forms. She loves getting front seat views of her uncles and aunts. The crowd loves her too, cheering whenever they found her hidden away.

But aether, the part he loved most was watching you grow with her. He loved that you both changed as parents and loved ones just by being around her constant smiling silly mess.

Aether will always love you and her forever, she might just replace him she’s getting so good at guitar!

*her aunts love running little fashion shows with her

[ctitan98official]

@the-night-owl-blr : Gello! Sooooo Y/n is toying around with the potions again and she "accidentally" drank another potion BUT instead of having her personality change I want her voice to change, like into something deep, Corpse husband deep and i wanna see the R8 ladies reaction to it. (Im very much inlove with your vlog do I might request/ask often)

Haha! That’s a good idea! So glad you enjoy my blog :) Read the post this ask is talking about here! Reader, as usual, is gender neutral. Let’s get into it!

Y/N: *Once again messing around in Miranda’s lab*

Miranda: *Keeping a close eye on Y/N as she works, doesn’t want a repeat of the personality swap potion incident, gave Y/N some busy work to keep them occupied* Now, Y/N. You keep organizing those nuts and bolts… It’s very important to my research.

Y/N: You got it, Mother Miranda! *Picks up the pace of their sorting*

Miranda’s doorbell: *Rings*

Miranda: Damn it! I think that might be my Postmates… Y/N, whatever you do, don’t stop organizing, okay?

Y/N: Yes, Mother Miranda!

Miranda: *Satisfied that Y/N is thoroughly distracted, leaves*

Y/N: *Waits for Miranda to be out of earshot, laughs and rubs their hands together* Now, what kind of chaos can I cause today?

Y/N: *Looks through various experiments, finds a bright green potion, can’t resist drinking the forbidden Gatorade*

Miranda: *Comes back into the lab*

Y/N: *Runs back to their spot quickly, starts sorting the nuts and bolts again*

Miranda: *Stuffs a huge burrito in her face, bits of food fly out of her mouth while she talks* Everything okay in here?

Y/N: *Disgusted, nods their head*

Miranda: *Satisfied, snarfs her burrito*

Y/N: *Trying to see if they feel any different, annoyed when nothing seems to be out of the ordinary, decides to just call it a day and head home* Mother Miranda, I’m gonna go back to the castle now. *Voice is like 3 times lower than it normally is, eyes widen in surprise*

Mother Miranda: *Stares at Y/N, loud eating halts, rice and chicken smeared all over her face* Y/N? What’s wrong with your voice?

Y/N: *Totally freaked out, starts inching towards the door so Miranda doesn’t find out what they did* Oh… Um, I think it’s just a head cold. Bye now!

Miranda: *Narrows her eyes at Y/N, wipes her mouth, grabs Y/N by the arm to keep them from leaving, rolls her eyes* Aww. Poor little thing. You don’t mind if I give you a quick check-up do you?

Y/N: *Cringes* U-um, I’m totally fine, Mother Miranda! I’m gonna go home and eat some soup!

Miranda: *Pushes Y/N into a chair and ties them up* I know you took one of my potions again, you little idiot! Which one was it? I want to make sure your eyeballs don’t pop out of their sockets or something.

Y/N: *Horrified, yells* Why do you have a potion that can do that?!

Miranda’s front door: *Bursts open to reveal the Dimi sisters*

Cass: Y/N! Grab your shit we’re taking you home!

Miranda: Girls! We’re in the lab!

The Dimi sisters: *Swarm to where Y/N and Mother Miranda are*

Bela: *Takes one look at Y/N tied up, sighs* What did they do this time, Mother Miranda?

Miranda: *Glaring at Y/N* They took another one of my potions, but they won’t tell me which one.

Dani: I’ll take care of this! *Mercilessly tickles Y/N’s sides* Tell us what we want to know!

Y/N: *Busts out laughing in a deep man’s voice* Haha! Stop it, Dani! I’m gonna piss myself!

The Dimi sisters: *All freeze at what they just heard*

Dani: Wow! Can you do the “Luke, I am your father.” line?! PLEEEEAASSEEE!

Y/N: *Laughs* Luke, I am your father!

Cass and Dani: *Very impressed, clap their hands in approval*

Bela: *Rolls her eyes*

Miranda: *Doesn’t get the reference* You sired a child named Luke?!

The Dimi sisters and Y/N: *Turn to Miranda in outrage* You uncultured swine!

Miranda: *Surprised by the visceral reaction, groans* You know what? All of you get out of my lab. Y/N, if you haven’t become violently ill by now you’ll probably be fine.

Cass: *Cuts Y/N out of the chair*

The Dimi sisters and Y/N: *Start heading home*

Dani: *Keeps making Y/N say funny things in their new voice*

The Dimi sisters and Y/N: *See Donna out for a walk*

Bela: *Giggles and whispers a bad pick-up line for Y/N to tell Donna*

Y/N: *Smiles and nods*

Donna: *Sees the group and walks over to say hello* Good evening, everyone.

The Dimi sisters: *Say hello*

Y/N: *Grins at Donna* Your hand looks heavy… Can I hold it for you?

Donna: *Has a bit of an involuntary fit, cheeks burning* Y/N, w-why would you s-say that! And what’s w-wrong with your v-voice?!

Y/N: *Laughs* Some stupid potion I took at Mother Miranda’s. No big deal though.

Donna: *Asks something non-intelligible because she’s so quiet*

Y/N: *Raises on eyebrow* Sorry, what did you say?

Donna: *Blushes harder, but repeats her question, louder this time* W-would you s-sing “That’s Amore”? *Squeaks in embarrassment and hides her face in her hands*

Y/N: Oh! I know that song! *Clears their throat* When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie that’s amore!

Donna: *Immediately faints from the ASMR tingles*

The Dimi sisters and Y/N: *Look at each other and shrug, the group makes a detour to drop Donna off at her house*

Angie: *Fucking shocked*

The Dimi sisters and Y/N: *Finally get back home*

Y/N: You three go in and tell your mother we’re home. I’ve got a surprise for Alci! *Chuckles and runs off*

A few minutes later

Y/N: *Kicks the door to Alcina’s bedroom open, wearing a cowboy hat, starts singing* Baby lock them doors and turn the lights down low!

Alcina: *Alarmed because she heard a man-thing’s voice, smacks Y/N through a wall*

Y/N: *Groans, lying in the rubble, rubs their head* Alci! It’s me!

Alcina: How dare you call me by that name! Only my spouse is allowed to call me that! *Unsheathes her claws*

Y/N: *Takes off the cowboy hat, holds their hands up in surrender* Alci, babe, it’s me, Y/N! *Shows that they’re wearing their wedding ring*

Alcina: *Eyes widen* Y/N? What happened to you?! Why do you sound like this?!

Y/N: *Dusts themself off, stands up* Well, I took another potion at Miranda’s, hehe… But hopefully it will wear off soon!

Alcina: *Snarls, picks Y/N up by the collar* You buffoon! Now you’re in trouble!

Y/N: *Gulps, scared* Um, is there going to be a punishment or something??

Alcina: *Smirks* Yes! It’s been so long since I’ve had someone with a deep voice to sing a duet with. You’re going to sing whatever I tell you to!

Y/N: That doesn’t sound too bad!

The next morning

Y/N: *Voice is completely gone, Alcina’s still making them sing, about to pass out*

Alcina: *Lounging in her bed, smoking a cigarette* One more verse of “I got rhythm”, draga!

Y/N: *Falls on the floor face-first*

Masterlist

[thekinkyleopard]

Hallowsneeze

A Sven and Elex Non-Canon One-Shot

Halloween Fic

⚠️content warning⚠️

Domestic Bullying, Aggressive behavior, Snz Fic,

Degradation, Smut

Description: Sven and Elex are celebrating their first Halloween in the new home! Sven is so excited to hand out candy for the trick or treaters and put on a light show. Although, Elex has come down with something foul. Hoping it’s enough to get him out of holiday festivities, he may not need to try so hard when he realizes Sven’s naughty secret.

Author’s Notes: AHHHH IM SO BEHIND AND HAVE STILL 3 MORE??? I THINK??? Send help. I have goofed. LOL I hope you guys enjoy this next Halloween installment! @aller-geez Owns Sven and did the beautiful cover~

Sven was practically floating around the house with a dreamy look on his animatedly excited face. He had decided to go as a lion this year, his current therapist suggested steering into the whole circus trauma, thing. Though he had been trying to run from it, she suggested it would be therapeutic for him to just do it HIS way. Be appreciated through himself and his partner instead of hoping for his father’s approval. She wasn’t entirely wrong, it was giving him a new sense of power. HE was in charge of this show. He hopped around setting last minute decor up, and fiddling with some of the outdoor lighting for tonight’s show. “It’s gotta be perfect,” his furrowed brows and pursed lips pulling on his facial structure.

"SNNNNNDDFFFFFF... FUCK!" The teal and orange haired male looked up suddenly hearing a distress signal, his cheeks bright red as it almost startled him completely out of his skin.

"Elly?" Sven called out curiously, swallowing the lump in his throat before he came to a stand and began to walk his way over to the source of the sound.

"H'uSSHiew! Unngg..." a loud series of thuds suddenly emanating from the room as Sven got closer and closer. What was happening to his boyfriend in there? Eventually he stepped within the frame of the door and took a good look at his lover inside. Elex was slamming his head loosely against the closet door, costume pieces in his hands as he snuffled and groaned.

"El, what the fuck are you doing?" Now suddenly irritated the other man was harming himself, the cheshire walked closer and put his hands on each side of the other's shoulders. "Come on now, what's gotten into you?"

"That god damn dog, he gave me his fucking disease," The dark skinned man turned around now to face his mate with his swollen nostrils, chapped and desperate for moisture that wasn't just, more snot. His whole body felt like a pressurized jar, the moment someone would twist him, POP. There he would go.

"Okay, well, I'm sure it's nothing a little uh..." trying his best to not get distracted by the way his lover's dual colored eyes looked as they swelled and glassed over.

"H'utTSSCHH'iew!" Elex’s mouth expelled a cloud of mistral spit and ick downward toward the floor from where he was hunched helplessly. Lazily, he brought his arm across his nose wiping it.

"Medicine can't cure..." swallowing nervously as his gaze looked the other up and down, almost...hungrily? What's that about? Elex only noticed as he slowly came to a stand, looking over and able to make note of it for a few seconds before he was trying his best to stop the leaking mess escaping his raw nose. Sven quickly reached over for a tissue and brought it up to his boyfriend’s face. “I’ll get you some tea, and soup made up…can you at least though, still dress up? It’s part of the gig….” He asked with a slightly sheepish grin trying not to be too persistent, trying to keep an aura of concern. However, secretly, hoping to see that same prideful man try to manage through and wiggle into the outfit after all.

Sven could only imagine the Badger in his costume, suffering with his reddening, itchy nose…blowing loudly out in front of him, not even bothering to cover... No! He had to shove those thoughts down. He couldn’t make himself obvious, or known. The embarrassment…he shook his head. “SnDdfF… I am dressed ub…ma’ car theef,” almost incomprehensible in speech, Elex turned to slide his arm across his leaking and sore nose once more as his leaking and irritated eyes looked through the other’s orange ones.

“No…in the costume I picked for us, in your hand,” rolling his eyes impatiently while taking mental notes of how cute, and delicious the other looked while melting into a metaphysical puddle.

“Ugh bud…Ion wanna..” the green haired grump practically stomped and threw a tantrum, something he truly didn’t do often but was hoping could pull the other into submission.

“Baby…please? For the children?” Sven pleaded with his boyfriend, trying his best to get him into any sort of holiday spirit.

“Maaaann…fugg dem kigs…sndfF..” Elex grumbled with a scoff, rolling his own orbs into his skull, the audacity. Why should he care about some snot nosed brats who feel entitled to his candy? Screw em.

“For me, then?” The Cheshire trying a different angle looked at his boyfriend with softer eyes, bringing a hand up to cup his clenching jaw.

“Hnnn…….” Wanting desperately to say no, but they both knew where this was going to land with the look in each other’s eyes. Elex folding like a lawn chair and Sven coming out victorious per usual.

“I’ll see ya out there,” ruffling the other’s dampened green locks. Elex did his best to try and scrap himself up off the wall he was using as support but it was proving to be quite difficult. He turned into an puddle as he lay on his back against it, staring over at the opposite wall with a leaking nose and boiling point flesh. This wasn’t a good look…but he did promise. He groaned loudly, lazily throwing himself off the wall, kicking a foot back to give himself extra leverage.

“Whyyyyy….” He grumbled again, before finally managing to shove himself back to his feet and gripping the costume in his hand he turned to look in the mirror. “Dumb…” he snuffled and shook his head at himself in the reflection. As if he was being held at gun point, Elex began to strip his clothes off and slowly, reluctantly, slide on the ones he was being forced into. “HUH’SHIEW!” It slipped out of him as the shirt he was pulling over his head came off. He wiped it across his face before tossing it to the floor and grabbing the costume.

The material slightly itchy, uncomfortable but, he couldn’t say he didn’t look delicious in it as he slowly peeled it onto his body, and tightened it where it needed to be. He looked divine. Well, if he wasn’t practically on death’s door. He sighed, snagged his previous shirt off the ground once more feeling another oncoming tickle run up his throat and down the bridge of his nose, “HDGXNT!” He used the shirt as a tissue, his fevering head aching while he began to wipe his nostrils against it aggressively. The joints clacking loudly while he did so. He was doing everything in his power to drain himself of any residual leakage.

Almost never ending but eventually he threw the shirt back down onto the floor and looked up at himself in the long length mirror behind their bedroom door. “Oh…” he muttered looking at himself again. From the rubbing, his nose was chafed, starting to peel on the outter ridges. The sparse spaces of white skin reddened in the area around, his multicolored eyes sunken in. He looked tragically ill and he couldn’t figure if that was good for the particular day it was, or just bad. Would kids be able to even tell the difference? Or care? Fixing his hair, to the best of his ability, finally, he slid on the Ring master hat that went with his lion cladded partner. “Thid id cheegy,” his sinuses so plugged he still couldn’t speak clearly without a hindering muffle.

Shaking the messy green locks he couldn’t seem to get right, despite being primped, he stormed his way out of the room. He was never going to feel satisfied with what he saw so he figured he wouldn’t waste anymore time crying about it in the mirror. “Habby?” The badger stood amongst the living space that Sven was going back and forth fixing the decor to. The cat turned on his heels, looking slightly up at his partner then down. Fuck. He wasn’t exactly prepared for just how much it would turn him on to see Elex dressed as a dying ring master. Was it the daddy issues? Circus traumas? The messy hair and eye bags with a leaky nose? Who knows. All he knew was he stepped forward and continued to openly ogle his partner like he was stuck in a vicious trance.

“Very….you look hot,” looking back up again he smirked, Elex could only meet the interaction with a blush so deeply red it couldn’t be missed, and an eyeroll so incredibly dramatic one might be offended. Yet, Sven knew better. He knew that despite Elex’s rough exterior, he was incredibly submissive.

“Ok perv…whad you wand me do do…snDdf,” crossing his arms stubbornly over his chest with a crook of his hip.

“Hmm…Uhh,” Trying his best to rack his brain of the things he needed to get done or let alone just would need help with tonight, finding static. No data. Head empty.

“Well? Spid id oud!! Damb!!” Elex getting impatient threw his hands up now trying to wave them back and forth to bring Sven back into reality from whatever frozen land he’d stumbled into.

“I’m sorry, Els, you just look so damn cute right now,” shaking his head and putting his chin in the crook of his thumb and index. The forest haired male rolled his eyes yet again, putting his hands at his hips now.

“And IB the unwell one…” almost sneering over at his partner, he couldn’t help but tease him and shake his hips back and forth. “Ya like dat? Hm?” Sven could only respond in a laugh as his own cheeks flushed brightly.

“You’re being silly, come on now, we gotta pass out …uhm,” distracted as he watched the badger’s nose suddenly twist, and twitch. Crinkling in tight circles, round and round.

“Hnn..huh..” shaking his head back and forth trying to fight it off to let his boyfriend speak. Useless. “hIH’IKTSHhh’uuh!” Elex tried to cover his mouth but didn’t work fast enough as it came flying out of him. A puft of saliva floating amongst the halloween lights of their living room. Sven’s face heated further, he cleared his throat.

“Bless…you…I’m gonna, grab the uh…candy,” he blinked a few times trying to physically push away his growing thoughts as he watched his partner explode out right in front of him. Elex looked up, and he saw it, though a glimpse, that familiar sparkle of hunger behind the Cheshire’s eyes was unmistakable to the badger. Could it be? He wondered as he cleaned himself up the best he could.

Sven left the space and walked into the kitchen, trying his best to get himself under control. “Fuck…what’s wrong with me?” Not completely aware that it was the other’s explosive yet sweet sneezes that was bringing him to his knees. Trying his best to focus on ripping the giant bags of miscellaneous candies, and dumping them into a bowl. Yet, it was following him like a cold, fast traveling ghost.

“HeH’eHDtsh! hIH’IKTSH!…Sev….” He heard the echoing sounds of his boyfriend sneezing as he came down the hall, the sounds only getting louder as the delinquent audibly slucked up the wet filling threatening to spill from his sinuses. Sven swallowed deeply. The badger stumbled into the kitchen and slammed his hands on the counter at the opposite side of his smaller mate. “SVEN!” He furrowed his brows and slurped a pool of spit gathering from under his tongue, down his throat.

“Yes, El?” Trying to keep his composure as calm as he could he also attempted to splash an air of annoyance around it while fumbling with the bags of treat.

“Cad….cad you helb me?” He whimpered rather quite pathetically, catching the Cheshire almost completely off guard.

“Help you with what, Elly?” Now softening his demeanor to consider his boyfriend was actually in fact possibly suffering at this current moment. He stepped closer he reached out to brush a few strands from the other’s deepened features.

“Helb?” He asked almost uncharacteristically gently, his hand reaching up to give the cat a tissue. Sven took one look at the other’s offering and realized just what his partner was asking now. Oh no. There’s no way he could get through something so intimate without revealing a secret. Was nothing sacred??

“Oh…uh…I don’t know about that El….” Hesitating as he stepped back with that same, embarrassed look on his face he usually made whenever Elex was pressingly flirtatious. Ah, so it was true. The badger thought to himself as he watched the other play coy. He’d get it out of him one way or another.

“Pleade? For me? I can’d do id…the germbs…I promide to hand oud candy afder…if you helb~” he sniveled and pouted while glassy brown and mint eyes stared down at the weakening Cheshire. With a hesitant grunt and a shaking hand, the cat took hold of the mulched paper and half crumbling it in his palm brought it up to the other’s nose, loosely at first. Averting his orange orbs away from the other’s, his face practically lit a flame. “Don’d loog away…” the badger grumbled furrowing his eyebrows downward.

“I can’t look at you…” Sven practically whispered, afraid of what might happen if he didn’t use every last strain of his energy to hold himself back. Between the tissue weakly tickling his nostrils, instead of holding them tightly, the taller began to hitch again. Finding this to be less helpful if the cat couldn’t face him.

“B-huh…ut…h’uhTSSCH! God damnb id…LIGE YOU MEAND ID!” He swiftly grabbed Sven’s hand around his own nose and forcibly squeezed, rubbing in circles as the mess leaked onto the softening, now moistened piece of mulch. Relieved he wouldn’t have to touch it himself.

“E-Elex!” The Cheshire suddenly snapped, moving his gaze quickly over to look at the other, immediately frustrated by the badger’s outburst and overstepping their dynamic. “Don’t just take over like that,” he almost growled, as much as he could trying to remain stoic with his bratty boyfriend. He couldn’t deny it was working for him though, between the attitude, the vulnerability and the raging cold there was no way he could hide the obvious.

“Yeah? Mage me stob den..Aren’d you in chaaaaardge? Hm? Probe it,” The Badger now smirked with confidence, oozing with a new found cockiness that threw off the Cheshire, if only a few moments before he was starting to realize that the previous masking had been pointless.

“W-what?” Almost thrown off by the other’s challenging behavior. Oh so he wanted him to assert his authority did he? Cheeky fucking street rat.

“Probe Your— H’TSCHH! —in chardge …-say you, Cold fugger?” The badger repeated himself trying not to let the sneeze detract from the current aura of control he held. He knew Sven’s secret. It was obvious to them both now. Yet, any fantasy of being in charge of this situation was taken back as the cat angrily shot a hand up to grip the other tightly by his thin, darkened throat.

“You’re so fucking smug…this is why I didn’t wanna say anything…you think you can just use it against me,” pushing the other up now against the kitchen counter, his leg between Elex’s. There were random rings at the doorbell, and the chime of small children in unison, but neither could be bothered to attend the trick or treating station. Leaving them open to neighborhood criticism later, but who the fuck cares?

“Yeah? Too fuggin’ bad, huh? You gotta stop keeping secrets,” Elex smirked licking his moistened lips, his elongated teeth sparkling under the kitchen lighting.

“I’m going to punish that putrid fucking mouth of yours,” the badger fully under his skin now, just like he always managed to do. Sven’s gaze unable to be taken off the other’s swollen, glazy features. They were almost too delicious as he could only hope to see him get worse.

“Mm don’d threaden me with a good dime,” pushing his hips down into the cat, body desperate for any sort of friction as the grip on his throat tightened and his cock responded appropriately.

“Oh, never a threat my sweet boy…I only make you promises,” throwing his tented front into the other, grinding themselves together in a slow fashion. “But since you know my secret…I guess I can stop being subtle about it,” bringing his free hand up, his index finger came around to tickle the other’s twitching nostrils.

“Bu-d…you-r hand…” the forest haired male struggled and strained against the prickling that germinated through out the inner nerves of his nose.

“Sneeze through it…I know you can,” Sven replied coldly, his gaze locked on the ever so slight twitch of Elex’s upper lip and corner nostril. The involuntarily way it jumped…the cat swallowed deeply.

“Hu’—H’IKTDXT!” Tossing his head forward as the mess hit the other’s palm, the flesh of it now wet with Elex’s sick as it glistened under the kitchen lights.

“You can do better than that,” barely giving the badger any room to actually release, tormenting him. Sven’s body just pressed closer into the male as his index wiggled rapidly.

“H’DGNXT!! I—“ interrupted quickly by another loud hitch, like a small goblin stealing his sound as he tried to sneeze through being choked. Truthfully though, unable to retaliate due to the current circumstances of his situation.

“Tsk tsk, I thought you were stronger than that, huh?” The Cheshire’s lips pulled up into a confident, side smirk, realizing that even if the bully knew his secret, he was currently in the position of control here.

“Fu—k…y..H’GXT! H'utTSSCHH’iew” Despite his best efforts his body betrayed him through his spiteful comeback of trying to let the other know just how he felt about his inability to defend his reputation and honor. A sniveling, leaking, swelling mess under his partner’s hands instead.

“My pleasure to,” twisting the other around rapidly in one swift motion and quickly flinging him over the counter his hand finally releasing the other’s neck but now gripping a full hold onto green locks while his free hand worked to aggressively pull down Elex’s pants.

“Hey! H’uSSH’hhiew!” Unable to get a full thought out before his sinuses were working aggressively against him, pushing a gust of salivic dust across his own chin and hands, he grumbled weakly after. His fingers tightened against the counter grout while his partner violated him.

“What? Why protest now? You pushed me to get us here, did you not?” He purred seductively into the badger’s sensitive ear, causing the other to shudder and let out an involuntary whimper.

“I-I didn’d expeg you to ged so…persisdand…snnddff…” Elex smirked behind him, pushing his now exposed bare bottom against Sven’s growing and still clothed bulge. The cat’s head fell back for a few seconds, orange orbs rolling into the back of his skull as he enjoyed the slice of pleasure. He didn’t mean to give into his innate desires but god damn did the other bring it out of him.

“Me ??? You’re the one throwing that slutty dripping nose around and openly sneezing into our shared space…in costume no less,” grunting almost angrily, as if they both somehow didn’t contain any ounce of self control in this household.

The Cheshire was past his point, the cat was out of the bag, would Elex possibly use this against him in the future? Absolutely. To get a head of it, he had to make sure he reminded the Badger who’s really in charge here. “If you had,” thrusting his bulge in between El’s cheeks, attempting to rub and tease his mate’s hole. “Any idea what you were doing….”

“I mighd…snDf…h’hih…SShhiew! If I could ged dhis cold under condrol…” he snarfled loudly trying to clear his sinuses but they were just overflowing. His head ached, pounded, body on fire for more than one reason. His thoughts didn’t make any sense and all he could focus on was the pleasure to hurl him away from the throbbing in his head.

Normally he was much quicker with come backs, light on his feet, sassy. Yet between the constant burning in his throat and build up wishing to be loosened, and Sven teasing him, he was completely losing his sense of self.

“Look at you…a mindless moldable pile of goo…you can’t even be a pain in my ass in this state,” he almost snickered maliciously, yet left it at a sneer, and instead started undoing the buttons on his pants.

“Ye-yeah? Wh-whadd’you know? Hm? SNdfff..” the beat red badger retorted back looking behind his shoulder to watch Sven’s hands work quickly at the cloth keeping them apart.

“Oh? I know enough that you’re willingly bent over this counter practically in heat waiting for this dick to be inside you,” licking his teeth as his orange eyes hungrily consumed Elex’s vulnerable position, trembling legs spread with pants halfway down them.

“Well…I mean…I didn’t hab mugh a choide…” the taller smirked at his lover, managing to maintain an energy of seductive mischief while he was still being a smart ass, despite that his body felt like it really could give way any moment. His flesh hot, and his nostrils delicately twitching through each passing second. Yet his body betrayed the words he spoke and Sven could only shake his head with a chuckle.

“Oh? So you won’t beg for it then?” He raised a curious brow, considering the nature of his cock hungry boyfriend, he doubted it. He was willing to put his whole soul on it, fishing his length out of it’s containment.

“No…?” The brown and green eyed male avoided looking back at the other’s skeptical gaze, trying to prove a point, Sven wasn’t sure even Elex knew the point was trying to make. He just knew he was trying to fight off the intrusive need to desperately bounce himself against the other’s now exposed length and also, not pass out. Between adrenaline and fever, everything felt very fast around him. His blood felt like it was gushing through him at 60 mph.

“I think I can get you there,” Sven noticed how quickly and suddenly Elex tried to reserve himself, as if that would give him any sort of leg up in this. Sven gently pressed himself between the crack of his lover’s cheeks.

“Yeah? Bet,” the dark skinned man shuddered weakly, biting his lower lip but still challenging himself to stay clean from begging any further.

“If I win, I not only get to cum deep inside your ass, but you have to wait to cum until after handing out candy, and the light show,” now giving out his side of the ultimatum. They made bets like these all the time. Sven was usually much better at finding out which bets were worth his while enough to participate. AKA which ones were easier to come out victorious.

“If I win, you make ME cumb and cader do my deeds, and I ged do ditshh the kids,” as Elex looked behind him, the two made eye contact and this act alone seemed to solidify their deal. Neither of them ever capable of having any moment that wasn’t a competition between each other.

“You’re an absolute pill, but you’re on, because I already know what needs to be done,” Sven starved off a serious chuckle, but he was incredibly confident he was going to get the other cracked like an egg in no time. It was already in his grasp.

“Whad do yo—“ the dark skinned mate cut off by Sven who leaned in and latched his mouth onto the space just under the badger’s ear, causing the man to freeze completely, his body turning rigid. “W-wa-i….” His legs trembling before the cat took a deep and painful bite into the side of his boyfriend’s soft tender flesh, gripping it, small lines of crimson spilling down his skin. Elex cried out, digging at the stone material under his chipping nails. Subconsciously his hips rolled into the shorter who could only smirk behind the grip his fangs had on the badger. Slowly his hands traveled down the other’s dark and spotted skin.

“See?” Though slightly muffled behind the grip his mouth had on the other, his hands had dipped below the delinquent’s waist to feel Elex’s twitching length, teasing it with feather light touches before ripping away. “Loog ah tha, so needy..” he muttered behind the badger’s bleeding flesh, who could only tremble in response. His arms finally came up, like a backpack almost, he gripped the badger’s shoulders. Using the new leverage to pull him down onto his own rock solid length, grinding the two of them together, there was a collected moan.

Sven slowly increased his speed inch by inch, just sliding his hardened cock across the other over and over as his teeth continued to pressurize, and depressurize. Elex already in a weakened state of being snuffled while whimpering loosely and despite wanting to let this all be over with, and give in, he found himself fighting against two forces of pressure.

If he wasn’t being squashed under the weight of this inconsistent cold, he was wishing Sven was full length deep inside him. Yet he didn’t want to look weak for begging. Although as every second passed it sounded less and less emasculating. “Hnn…Hh’Uh’kSshiW!” He spat again as the sneeze rolled over his wet, plumped lips. He wanted to give in, but caving under the bet within 40 seconds of making it, just felt so fucking pathetic he almost found it paralyzing.

“I love that sound…you’re so sexy when you’re all stuffy, and sneezy…I just want to fill you up and take good care of you,” the cat purred into Elex’s bruising, bleeding flesh, still leaving large, painful nips all across his shoulder there.

“Perv…ert” Elex could only gasp as his body continue to rock involuntarily against his stubborn wishes. He wanted to be petty, pull away, fight the other off, but he was so weak, so easily manipulated in this current state of being. Sven began to up the ante and slid the tip of his length just past his cheeks to rub tenderly at his mate’s puckered entrance. “Oh fuck—ing shit…” hoping if he could just push back enough…

“Aht, cheater,” Sven smirked calling the badger out on his sneaky behavior before yanking him back by his hair, one hand still gripping an ass cheek to keep it spread apart. “Go on, I know you want to, let’s stop playing these games…beg for it,” hissing low from within his throat. Idk new the other was just being stubborn. He loved that only he knew what buttons to press.

“N-n…” already starting his protest..but being interrupted by something much darker than that. As he wanted to push his luck essentially, he suddenly found another sneeze brewing under the surface of his tickling throat. Bubbling up like a fish unwanted in his esophagus.

“Elex Parker,” the Cheshire commanded at first with a very serious, flattened tone. However, when he didn’t receive anything back he looked over to see his boyfriend struggling with a forcible hitch. Jaw slacked open, tongue pulsating in and out of his mouth before soon, he couldn’t contain it.

“H’H'utTSSCHH’iew!” Elex snuffled loudly afterwards, scooping up as much snot and sick back into his body as he could to avoid it making a mess upon the counter. Despite the fact there was a patchwork of spittal spots about.

“Absolutely delightful….but still not what I want…come on, baby, let’s hear it,” the cat leaned in closer to speak the words directly into the other’s ear drum. Elex, despite his protests, couldn’t hold back as he lightly shuddered against the hot air hitting sensitive flesh.

“No..” he sucked in the word, along with his lower lip while he felt his wavering strength slowly give way. He wasn’t going to be able to resist, was he? No…because the more Sven worked to tease him, the more Elex’s imagination ran wild. Knowing full well they were in this particular situation because he had picked on the fact, that he wasn’t the only one attracted to a sick partner. The badger was aware of the slippery slope he was standing on when he made the bet, but didn’t realize how weak he would look..so rapidly.

“Don’t be be like that…” the Cheshire purred mischievously, teeth nipping and grazing across the softened flesh of the green haired man’s flushing ear.

“Hnn..f-fuc…k…okay…pleade…,” he couldn’t withstand it any longer. Seriously? His ears were one of his biggest targets, his Achilles heel…Sven knew it and used it to his advantage every single time, it was almost a curse for the taller bottom.

“Please, what?” Just barely gusting the words above the other’s ear canal, feeling the badger’s body twitch under him.

“Fuc….k…me..” he was almost exhausted, the words came out like broken up static, like he’d ran a full mile within a second and didn’t have time to register. Panting, vigorously, unstoppable as his half lidded eyes slid to the side, trying to get a look at his sadistic partner.

“I can’t hear you, so sorry, what was that?” Trying to play off the role that he was not aware nor capable of tormenting anyone, let alone the love of his life.

“God damb it, Sben FUCG ME!” The impatience that started to bubble up and over take the man pressed against the counter was leaking out into their conversation. This caused the sadist cat to chuckle just barely before his next turn of phrase came out as cold as icicles.

“Why should I?” The silence that filled the room afterwards was thick, one was going to need the sharpest knife to cut through it.

“Pleeeeeade…” it came out in a high pitched whine, almost out of character as Elex could hardly contain himself any longer, tossing the winnings out the window. He backed into the other just hoping to feel anything besides miserable, knowing full well that once he had Sven’s length massaging his walls, there would be some sort of silver lining.

“I don’t know….” The shorter boyfriend chewed on his lip while his orange gaze ran up and down his counterpart’s perfectly spread body, hands exploring, clawing and sliding over it. “I’m not convinced…” clicking his tongue before his hands became nothing but a whisper, and his cock a memory pressed against him. Sven’s body just standing a heated inch away from Elex’s flesh.

“SBEN…I need you…” feeling empty suddenly as the other stood back and away. This was mean. Cruel. Crueler than he had ever been to the cat. “Baby…I’b begging you…” it truly almost sounded like the badge might actually cry, finally, his defeated, lidded and glassy eyes looked behind him to meet with Sven’s triumphant gaze.

“That’s my good boy…assert your feelings, and toss the competition,” the streamer snickered as his hands roughly clawed down the other’s sides to his rear end now, pushing his cheeks apart. The badger could only roll his eyes back while he turned into a puddle upon Sven touching his body once more. Like being splashed with cold water on a scorching hot day. Relief. The cat looked downward long enough to spit a large amount of saliva down against the top of his cock that dripped onto the badger’s hole.

“Ahh~ hnn…~” Elex twitched and whimpered, and before long Sven was able to shove his waiting, wanting cock inside of Elex’s tightened entrance, both of them grunting through clenched jaws as he was filled.

“Never get tired of being inside you….” The aqua and ginger haired male grunted through his tightened teeth.

“I god-…da…sn-Ee…” Elex hesitated and panted through each snap of Sven’s taut and energetic hips. Trying to warn as his body spasmed and stuttered to hold the dribbling snot from his nose and the prickle of release threatening him.

“Please do, I wanna feel you tighten around me…” sliding his palms up and under Elex’s ring master shirt that was still on his body, to tickle the badger’s delicate spine, flattened hands slipping up and down goosebumped flesh. Whilst he continued to push and shove his way through the delinquent’s ass.

“H’…” trying to focus on giving them both what they wanted, but he was so relaxed by the cat’s fingers and palms that the feeling almost subsided away. Spoiler alert, he wouldn’t be so lucky to be cured by gamer cock. No. Instead his body lurched forward violently against the counter, his palms skidding against rough grout and shredding the first layer of flesh. “Heh’EhDTSHhiew!!” It sprung him forth, another layer of spit could be seen in the thin shred of light above them, a line of snot trickling down Elex’s face. He quickly nudged his nose against the fabric of clothing against his shoulder successfully smudging it off his face before his forehead fell against the counter.

Sven watching it all unfold, couldn’t help but fight off a large shit eating grin. It felt so good around his aching dick, the way Elex’s ass tightened quickly and released during the sneeze. He wanted to throw his head back with the largest smile. But he swallowed it. He had to. A grin that big could cause him to disappear and he wasn’t trying to ruin the moment. His lips fell, and his brows furrowed, he snapped forward like all reserve was missing and there was nothing, or no one holding him back. Cause there wasn’t. His cock snapping in and outward, hands keeping him steady with each palm gripping tightly to Elex’s tanned cheeks. “You-…would find a way….to distract me this holiday….” Clenching his jaw, chastising the male below as those tightening walls kept driving him further into insanity.

“I—…” normally he wasn’t so stumped but the badger was so hot for his feline mate that he found himself speechless to retort. “Oops…” was all he managed, causing the cat to hiss almost soundlessly. Bringing one hand up and cracking it back down against Elex’s tight cheek, the male yelped.

“Oops is right….just you wait…” licking his teeth he released the badger’s ass cheeks only to slink his hands up and around Elex’s neck, both palms interlocking together around the taller’s throat. Now using this, as a form of leverage while the green haired male gasped between thrusts. “Fuuuck..that’s gonna make me cum,” grunting past his foul response, the other eagerly shoved his ass backward into Sven’s lustfilled pounds. “Look at you go baby…even when you can’t breathe you still want it…” breathlessly chuckling as a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead.

Elex was fully drooling down the right side of his mouth, cold? Fever? Sneezing? Who? Gone. Illness was misplaced in another dimension because all the badger could focus on was the way his face felt like it might pop if he didn’t get air soon, and also, how badly he wanted to feel Sven’s hot seed overfill him. His nose and mouth leaking fluids while his hips worked to match each stuttering thrust the closer Sven got to the edge.

“Are you ready? Hm, my degenerate little slut? I’m going to fill your hole…” it was almost a miracle either of them could get any coherent thoughts out, let alone sentences but Sven managed as his orgasm built up through him, causing his legs to tremble as he inched closer.

“I—“ The badger stammered weakly, his vision blackened on the edges with Sven’s hands still tight around his neck.

“Hm? Are you?” Knowing full well it was almost impossible for the other to speak but, he’d seen him escape worse scenarios. Plus the cat loved pushing him past his normal limits. How far could he stretch his favorite toy?

“Ye—s…” The dark skinned male choked as his duo colored eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“Yes what?” Sven practically spat through a tightened jaw, fingers squeezing impatiently as he drove himself inward to assault and pound at Elex’s prostate.

“Yes…..Sir…!” Whimpering behind the lack of oxygen, his words still escaped and it was enough to send shivers down the cat’s entire nervous system.

“That’s right…” blowing his load inside the badger, but as quickly as he did, he couldn’t relish in it for too long, couldn’t give in. They had made a deal. A bet, and Sven had won. Quickly he pulled his spent length from the other’s puckering, and leaking entrance, the cat yawned and while tucking himself away, stepped back. “Man, that was fucking awesome…ready to hand out candy?” Clapping his hands together loudly once he was all put together again.

“Wh-what?!” Elex shot a look behind himself, legs still spread apart with his pants around his ankles.

“Did you…forget the bet we made? You begged me for cock…ergo , handing out candy,” his hands flattened and moved about in a display from between the two of them and toward the bowl of candy on the counter.

“You’re not even going to—“ quickly cut off as Elex was starting to slowly turn around and come to the realization that, Sven was dead serious in his convictions.

“Sometimes I think we should get you checked for memory loss,” shaking his head back and forth, the cat now crossed his arms over his chest to get a good look at the mess that was his sniveling, wet boyfriend.

“Mem— YOU ASS! I didn’t think you were serious!” Quickly, his cheeks flushed in a brightly embarrassed blush, snatching his pants and pulling them back up over his waist, almost with complete offense.

“Oh so if you had won, would you still be thinking I wasn’t serious??” Sven tilted his head, raising a brow, did the Badger really play him for a fool? So bets only count if he were to have won? Not in this household.

“How was I EVER going to win in that position!?” Elex tossed his free hand up with exasperation as his other made quick work to button and re-zip his pants again.

“You’ve managed you’re way out of prison twice, I would assume…” lifting an index finger to interrupt the excuse but finding himself shortly cut off in the heat of it.

“Different situations, COMPLETELY!” Narrowing his different colored eyes toward the stubborn cat he was suddenly extremely irritated with. How dare he! He was supposed to be at HIS finger tips! How’d it get turned around? This wasn’t the original plan!

“Oh stop your whining and come be apart of the holiday fun,” Sven tried to lighten the mood with a wink, stepping closer to wrap his arm around the other’s thin waist, reaching up to kiss under the heated badger’s jaw. “I’ll nurse you back to health after, ok?” Pulling away slowly, he now took both his hands and scooped them under the candy bowl. He began crossing his way out of the kitchen to open the front door as the bell chimed throughout the house.

“This is bullshit….” Elex grumbled now to himself, this was complete and utter stupidity because he..thought he had a sure fire way out. If not just being sick in general, but having seduced the other….man…this was worse than the American justice system. Somehow he went in fully confident and fucked worse than any state, county or country could.

“Trick or treat!!!” The children echoed from the hall as Sven opened the front door to be greeted with many different masked faces.

“Happy Halloween!” The cat cheered at them, leaning forward to give them free range of the bowl, some taking one, a few taking handfuls or even just a couple a time. The badger sighed, realizing that maybe, he didn’t have to hate Halloween this year. Sure, he felt like garbage now that the ecstasy and adrenaline had worn off, but truthfully, he needed to make new memories over the old ones. So he dusted himself off, cleaned himself up, blew his nose, took a shot of Dayquil and managed to put his best foot forward at having a better holiday spent, with his best friend and soul mate.

The End

Author’s Notes: Beep Boop I’m unmedicated so it’s taking a while to be motivated to write but ayooo I’m here! I did it! 3rd Halloween fic for the month! Unclear if I’ll be able to do every couple this month before it’s November but imma still try! I hope you guys are enjoying them 🥺 written feedback means the world to me and motivates me to write more/faster. Appreciate you guys and your patience 🫶🏻🥰

[thesoftestcowboy]

thoughts on the colors red, blue, green, and yellow? any comments on the shapes triangle, square, or circle?? rhombus

first of all i gotta tell you that im enjoying this ask twice as much cause i got multiple spam asks since yesterday and did not expect an actual question... anyway. im gonna answer this 200% in earnest, as it should be, obviously (yes i actually did write this out, strap in ig)

red: listen i know everyones favorite color seems to be blue for some reason but red is RIGHT THERE. i heard somewhere that not all languages differentiate the same colors as english (and other european languages), but the first color after light/dark there will be a word for is usually red. idk if thats true but seems plausible, cause yknow whats red? fuckin berries to eat, also blood (either concerning or also to eat, ig). cavepeople knew red was important business. also its pretty and you use it to make pink.

blue: not to imply that blue isnt also good. its got a range. looks very fresh. i do like a teal-ish blue but others are cool also. its really rare in nature ig? but if it does occur its looks rly good! (im saying this rn cause my desktop wallpaper has blue flowers lmao) also if i had a cent for every time i had dreams with intense, seemingly really significant blue night skies, i'd have 2 cents, which isnt much but weird etc etc.

green: ok i like green but, unpopular opinion time, i want neither a green couch nor a green kitchen. i want a pink couch and a blue kitchen. that being said green fucks and is part of some iconic things, such as HES GEEN, and also my favorite song green soop by dooboo, which references the fact that soups can be green (@geminyde)

yellow: finally yellow is super underappreciated. im kinda mad that yellow doesnt suit me super well in clothes cause theres so many cool yellow things id want on a shirt. people only ever think of bright neon yellow but it also had SHADES.

now, the shapes. people at art school will try to convince you that these have some deeper meaning and even a gender (??) cause some guy whose name i forgot claimed they do and thats bs. heres the actual truth about them. triangle pointy. also an instrument! theyre really flexible cause they can have wildly different angles and like?? thats different from squares, which are literally all the same, except for size ig? but thats nice it gives them a sense of stability. theyre ol reliable. ever wonder why they had town squares but never town triangles? well,

anyway the circle is most definitely the princess of shapes. you might think its really basic compared to like uhh a trapezoid or whatever cause you learn about it in kindergarten, but its so fucked up it has ZERO angles?? but then if you wanna render it its got a huge amount of angles/into infinity instead? you can calculate any shapes area with basic maths basically but ohh noo not the circle. its soo special. we love that for him but you gotta be honest.

ngl i had to look up what a rhombus is and its just idk a Raute ig. its a rectangle who wants to be special. which is fine we all need some attention sometime but like, its a rectangle on its side. its doing its own thing. i think it should have a different english name tho tbh. rhombus reminds me of the name rhonda and that has a different vibe. idk if that one was also a question or just an addition tbh but there u go

so thats it thanks for asking like comment subscribe

[archerlullaby]

For writing, how bout the moment the chain meets Twilight’s childhood friend Ilia. Like how’d they respond to how they are together (friend or relationship it’s up to you) how Twilight is around ilia…..enjoy

ANON THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA! Ilia is such a girlboss and I’m surprised that there aren’t more works out there that have her in it. AND TWI??? Even though he’s a big scary fella on the outside I’m sure he’s the biggest cinnamon roll on the inside. IM SURE HE GETS SO FLUSTERED—

As a side note, I had to keep myself from making Twilight say “Yer darn tootin”, and I can’t tell if I’m pleased or disappointed in myself. Anyways, here’s the food:

Home to You

Twilight groans as he picks his face up from the dirt. He was absolutely certain that the Goddess had it out for him, as his experiences of going through a portal often leave him with a mouthful of mud and grass. To add insult to injury, Time thinks it’s hilarious, and often gives little quips about it whenever can. In fact, it’s Time who hoists him up by his baldric, grinning like a child.

“Didn’t know you went vegan, Rancher!” He says, voice barely hiding a laugh. Twilight growls, spits out the leaves in his mouth, and slaps Time’s hand off his shoulder. Standing, he adjusts his wolf pelt with as much dignity as he could muster. His irritation is short-lived, however, when the familiar scent of his Hyrule makes itself apparent. His heart speeds up, excitement fluttering in his stomach as a wide grin grows on his face. It’s been months since he’s been home. Months! It’s been longer still since he’s been in Ordon Village, as most of the Chain’s adventures lead them primarily to Hyrule Castle.

Twilight turns towards Hyrule, who currently has his hands on his knees and looks like he is about to hurl into the bushes.

“Chin up, Roolie!” He grins, “You can’t be feeling sick when you’re in Ordon! You still have yet to try the famous pumpkin soup!” Hyrule groans, doing his best to settle his stomach. “It’s made with the heartiest pumpkins,” —Hyrule lurches— “The creamiest goat cheese,”—Hyrule turns greener— “And to top it off, the nutrient-filled head of a Rockfish! Eyes and all!” Hyrule finally slaps a hand to his mouth.

“Please stop, I’m begging you,” he groans weakly. Twilight relents and wraps an arm around the smaller man’s shoulders.

“Sorry, I’m just happy to be home!”

Wild picks his way over to his mentor, eyes bright and curious.

“So, where do we go from here? Your village, I’m guessing?” He asks, pulling a twig from his hair and looking at it thoughtfully.

“That’s right, Cub,” Twilight replies, snatching the twig away before Wild can put it in his mouth.

“Then let’s get going! It’s about time I sleep in an actual bed without you know who drooling on me,” Legend butts in and give a pointed stare at Sky, who merely shrugs and smiles. “And,” Legend continues, “I would like at least one night of my life not having to worry about getting mauled by one of Wild’s stupid bears! My hat still hasn’t recovered.” He looks forlornly at his cap, which has six very conspicuous-looking holes in it. Twilight claps him on the shoulder.

“Not to worry, Leg. We’ve got the best bear-free accommodations in the region, and it’s only a half day journey. We’ll make it by nightfall if we start now!” Twilight starts walking through the trees as the others eagerly fall in behind him, spurred on by the promise of beds to sleep on and a warm evening meal.

It takes the group less than half a day’s journey, Twilight’s excitement quickening their pace. The sun, although low in the sky, has yet to touch the horizon as the enter through the village gates. Twilight pauses and takes a big breath in, the familiar scent of sun warmed gardens and grazing animals chasing away any remnants of homesickness. His eyes are drawn towards two small figures rushing towards him

“Liiiiiiiiinnnkkk!” Their voices bounce with each step as the two boys run down the dirt path.

“Malo! Talo!” He laughs, spreading his arms as the boys all but tackle him. When they finally let go, they bounce around him, pulling at his trousers and hands. “How you both have grown!”

The others watch on in mild amusement as their resident tough-guy is harassed by children. The brothers’ loud voices alert the other children in the village, and it’s not long before Twilight has a kid perched on his shoulders, another hooked to his hip, and two others wrapped around each of his legs, weighing down his steps. It’s like this that he makes his way towards his house, running in to other residents of the town along the way. Pergie and Jaggle both wave from their doorstep, and call in Malo and Talo for dinner. The two leave reluctantly, but not before forcing Twilight to promise to show them more bow skills. Rusl greets him with a firm handshake and a pat on the back and Uli pulls him into a crushing hug, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“We know you’re tired dear. We’ve kept your home clean and tidy while you were away, but if you need anything at all, you know where to find us!” Uli winks. She turns to the remaining kids clinging onto Twilight. “And the rest of you, shoo! Link and his friends need rest. You can see him tomorrow!” Twilight nods his thanks, and gestures to the others to follow, trudging the rest of the way to his home.

Opening the door, he smile and beckons everyone in. Wind and Warriors make a beeline for the pile of pillows in the corner, shoving each other out of the way, as Sky gently rests the Master Sword against a cabinet and promptly collapses on the rug.

“Make yourselves comfortable. Wild, can you whip up something—”

“Already on it,” Wild says as he heads back outside.

“Thanks. And please, my home is your home, so don’t feel like—”

“Link?” A soft voice floats down from the loft. A sudden quiet descends upon the group, seven pairs of eyes staring up at the figure of a young woman with gentle eyes and short, lopsided hair. Twilight, the only one not immediately facing the loft, slowly turns around, eyes wide and breath short. When he sees her, his brain promptly short-circuits.

“Ah…I…uh,” he struggles. Finally, he just lifts his hands and simply signs hi. She laughs (like bells, he thinks) and slides down the ladder before approaching him and putting her hands on her hips.

“Hi, farmboy,” she smiles, and Twilight can’t do anything but sheepishly rub the back of his neck. This was his downfall, as this gesture was another attribute that every Link shared, and by Hylia they know what it means.

“You have a girlfriend?” Warriors all but yells.

“Uh—” Twilight is cut off by Time, who comes up behind him and rests his hands on Twilights shoulders.

“Hi. I’m Time. Welcome to the family. I’m happy to see my son is not a lost cause.” Twilight is mortified and buried his face in his hands as Ilia merely laughs and raises an eyebrow. Legend leans on the wall next to her.

“I’m not going to say I’m surprised. I’m not a surprised type of guy. But how in Hylia’s name did you get past the wet dog smell?”

“Wet dog? I think it smells more like goats,” Four chimes in. Wind nods, a shit-eating grin appearing on his face.

“Not to mention he eats like a wild animal!” The Sailor chortles.

“And snores like one too,” Hyrule mumbles.

“ENOUGH!” Twilight wails and shoos everyone back with his hands. His face and neck were red, redder than anyone in the group had ever seen, and the group took far too much delight in seeing their usually broody brother squirm in embarrassment. Twilight turns back to Ilia, unable to meet her eyes.

“This, um, this is the group I’ve been traveling with. You haven’t met them yet ‘cause the last time we were here you and your Pa were in the next village over,” he explains.

“I see,” she replies, holding in a laugh. Twilight all but sighs and goes to turn away to wallow in his humiliation, but before he can, Ilia grabs his shoulders. “Come back here, you!” Her laugh bubbles out of her lips and she pulls him into a bear hug. He melts into it, almost draping himself over her smaller frame. A collective awww from the group and a whistle from Wars makes Ilia stand on her tiptoes and peek over Twilight’s shoulder.

“Now hush!” She says sternly. Everyone’s mouths immediately snap shut. “This poor boy has had enough embarrassment for one evenin.” Twilight nods into her shoulder.

The others finally began to go about their own business, stealing amused glances at the couple. It was Sky who timidly approaches the two when Twilight finally broke the hug.

“Hi, I’m Sky. You seem like a very nice person!” Sky’s smile was nothing if not genuine. Ilia returns it

“Ilia. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I notice you didn’t chime in on embarrassing my farmboy here,” she pats Twilight’s shoulder. Sky laughs.

“I get the same treatment when we visit my home, trust me when I tell you. I figured I’d let him catch a break this time,” he replies, throwing a wink towards Twi. He nods his thanks, but not before he looses a large yawn, one which Sky can’t help but return. The Skyloftian stretches and heads towards the lounge.

“You all must be exhausted!” She turns back towards Twilight, “I’ve been the one keeping your home ready for you. Why don’t you go settle down and I’ll make you all some warm milk?”

“Could you, maybe, stay with me for a little while longer? Then you can warm the milk?”

She smiles softly.

“How can I refuse those puppy-dog eyes? Fine. Come on, then.” She grabs his hand and pulls him towards the lounge where everyone else had made themselves comfortable. He makes his way to a vacant space and gently pushes an already sleepy Sky to lean the other way. Settling in on one of the cushioned seats, Twilight pulls Ilia down next to him and hooks an arm around her to pull her close as she snuggles in to his side. He allows himself a small smile and rests his head on top of hers. It was then he caught Time’s gaze. It was soft and warm, his eyes crinkling slightly at the edges. It was a look only reserved for moments when he spoke of home and family, or when Wind would best one of the older boys in a spar. A rare look to be certain. Twilights smile grew. He’s proud of me. He closes his eyes and lets himself take in the comfort of his home, the woman at his side, Sky’s soft snores, and even the muted bickering between Wars, Wind, and Legend about something or the other. He feels safe. Warm. Loved. It was the most peaceful he’s felt for so long, and he basks in the feeling. That is, until Wild kicks the door open with a loud BANG that has everyone scrambling.

“Dinners done. Wait, what the hell?” He drops the food. “YOU’VE GOT A WIFE?”

Twilight groans and hides his face in Ilia’s hair. This was going to be a long evening.

[haruniki]

Genshin Impact Characters taking care of you when you're sick- pt. 1/?

a/n: i missed doing stuff like this!! it's usually really fun to write but i stopped doing them bc i felt like they were getting repetitive, but im gonna try to not make them repetitive. Includes the ladies of Mondstat(like 4 bc i dont feel like writing for too many at once)

Jean 6/10 but only bc she's cute or whatever 🙄🙄

Jean doesn't even take time for 5 min break from work, so...

She does have people come check in on you and report back to you. In fact, she has the traveler get medicine for you and to make sure you're okay.

Also has the traveler deliver letters to you with sweet messages on them

Might even see if Lisa can help you get well sooner

If Jean does finish her work for the day, she speeds to your shared room. Immediately, kneeling and grabbing on to your hand. Apologizing that she couldn't stay with you to help you, but that she's here now and will get you whatever you need.

"Apologies, love. I know I should've stayed here with you, but I had to finish those papers. On the bright side, I completed tomorrow's work. I'll be able to stay with you and help however i can."

Lisa 8/10, she may have some medical background right?

Lisa is a alumna from Sumeru's Akademiya and her studies weren't primarily Arcane Arts so it's possible she studied some medical stuff.

Plus she's a librarian, she's mostly read or come across books on medicine or herbs that will help with whatever is wrong

takes double the time off to help you recover even if it's a small cold

Will pamper you, like paint your toenails or brush your hair for you to try to distract from the headache or aches you might have

Also puts the medicine in teas because she doesn't like how bitter medicine tastes and knows it'll help it go down easier, plus warm tea helps soothe your throat!

Tries her best not to get sick, but she might end up getting a small cold or small cough after you get well

Overall, does a really good job at helping you get well

" This tea will help the medicine go down better, plus it'll help clear up your breathing. And you'll be better in no time, but try not to swallow it to quickly. It's still pretty hot cutie."

Amber 4/10 i mean she kinda knows what to do?

Amber wants to help you but doesn't quite know how except to get medicine.

Spends like 20 minutes deciding which Medicine she should get and still doesn't get the right one. Does go back and gets the right one

She pops in on all her breaks to see how you're doing and if you need anything.

Will run and get you whatever you need, no matter how far away it is.

Makes the best soup because she had read somewhere that soup helps when someone is sick.

Also gets sick because she would constantly cuddle up to you because ahe wasn't sure what else to do to help.

"I present Amber's super special soup! I made it with all your favorite veggies! I also picked up some medicine that you can take after you eat. It should help a ton!"

Sucrose ????/10

Sucrose is an alchemist and as such she could be technically labeled as a doctor or sorts. Is she an ethical doctor? Considering what her specialty dish looks like i would say no, but to each their own.

Sucrose would probably use you being sick as amply opportunity to test out some medicine that she had made but never got the chance to test until now. No you may not question why it's an oozy looking purple still not a solid, but also not a liquid texture

However she won't make you her test subject for the medicine if you don't want to Sucrose is totally fine with getting you medicine from Albedo or a local doctor if you would prefer.

Sucrose does try her best to keep you entertained to the best of her ability. She also really tries to get you to sleep as often as you can, it should help speed up your healing process

DONT LET HER COOK FOR YOU

Ask Sucrose for something made by Lisa or Amber, and use that they have a secret ingredient that helps you feel better. Sucrose cooking is a bit of a disaster

Sucrose does try her best for literally everything else and manages to not get sick after taking care of you

"This is a seru- medicine that i made a while ago... I..I didn't get the chance to study what all it does so i was hoping... Oh, yeah.. I suppose regular medicine would be the best route. Wouldn't want you to get worse."

[softquietsteadylove]

I love the way you can describe Thenamesh. How you find the right word to describe anything. It’s very poetic. Maybe you can use your talent and write something beautiful?

How Thena sees Gil? What she thinks when she is looking into his eyes, sees his smile? How he is tall and has these muscles but is very very gentle with anything fragile. How he is utterly gentle and soft with her?

Just her perspective of him. Something beautiful, soft and sweet.

Im looking forward for more story’s of you ❤️

Warmth

There are a few things that can come to mind when looking at the Strongest Eternal, but the first and foremost should be warmth. He radiates it, embodies it, effuses it. And it spreads to those around him, encouraging them to bask in such qualities as his warmth and his humour and his utter kindness.

When she looks at him, something stirs within her mind. it's hard to explain, and the Warrior Eternal is not exactly one confounded by her own thoughts often. But looking at him pulls something from deep within her. It lies dormant, under her unconscious thought when she doesn't need it. But how she loves that indescribable feeling.

From the moment their eyes met in deep space, to when her hand slipped into his when they first touched down on the planet, something about him makes her feel at ease.

The nerves in her body calm, the thoughts in her head quiet. He stills her like a ripple stills the water in its wake. She gives him her hand and his warmth washes over her. It loosens her, softens her jagged edges. She tucks her elbow in, bringing herself closer to him by her own volition. Because the choice to be closer to him is an easy one.

She watches him across from her, through the flames of revelry. Deviants have been slain and celebration is in order. She is not one for it, but he is. And if he is there, then she will not be far. Not unless it's to protect that smile of his--the warmth he carries preciously without even realising it.

"Come and have a drink with me."

Cold and hard, just like her. "No."

Not all of them are. Sersi is soft and warm, Makkari is bright and warm. Kingo is a little too bright, if anything. But none of them are warm like he is.

He turns and looks at her, bathed in Babylonian sun. His hair moves in the wind, soft and almost fluffy on the top of his head. It catches the light and holds it with its dark colour. His skin glows from the work he's doing. He waves.

His eyes are warm, and so gentle. Their colour is brown, but Thena will never have the words to describe how they are so much more than that. They are warm soup he makes for her when it's raining, or tea he brews when she can't sleep. They are the last embers of a fire she keeps stoked so he won't be cold after dozing off in the middle of watch duty. They are the first hints of sunlight she glimpses on his skin before going back to sleep, content with just the sight of him.

"Hey," he greets her plainly and simply. The one word has so, so many others behind it--so much that exists between them.

"Hey," she smiles back at him, content as his smile pulls up to one side while he tries to guess her thoughts. She lets him, because she gets to look at him for longer.

His eyes flutter as she reaches up to brush away a bead or two of sweat. He has black eyelashes, which make her envious because they get to touch his cheeks whenever they please.

"What have you been up to?" he asks lightly, his hand hovering closer, lingering in a way that would get anyone else killed.

She allows it, because it's easier than giving in and leaning all the way into it. "Watch."

He nods, content with her one word, because he knows she has chosen it just for him.

"You?" she asks, and this too is more than anyone else would get.

"Helping patch up the hole," he points to the last point of impact from a previous fight. It was a good fight. "Just finished."

"Hm," she purrs, eyes travelling over him. She follows every move of his shoulders, every breath that expands his chest under his armour, ever twitch in his arms after a hard day's work.

Those arms can rip a Deviant's head clean off. They are also made to fit around her in embraces that can only be described as painfully gentle.

"Hungry?" he asks, because he's always so concerned with feeding her.

She lets his hand come to the small of her back, his palm spreading against it. She knows every bend of muscle, every edge of bone, every ridge in the tips of his fingers. "What are you making?"

His smile puts the sun to shame. "Anything you want."

She lets out a fraction of a laugh, but he brightens as if she has promised him riches beyond compare. He always presents himself as living to hear even the smallest laugh from her. That is how she feels about his smile.

"Honey buns?" he suggests, and is rewarded with a full, bright smile, her lips pulling back from her teeth.

His eyes trail over them. Just like she knows every muscle on his body, he knows every bend and line in her lips. "I'll take that as a yes."

She keeps her eyes on him as they walk. She has no choice; he's too beautiful to look away. His hand moves and soon his arm is looped around her, as easily and lazily as he might lean against something.

She leans against him--leans into it.

How she loves him.

[slasher-male-wife]

heyyy its me, again

i was wondering if you could write something with billy lenz (or any characters really) comforting a male or gender neutral reader who has covid or general fatigue? im having extreme billy lenz brainrot rn and covid is kicking my ass too but on the bright side it gives me time to myself and lots of time to draw :> also my new mechanism is now whenever you write i return the favour in art

Well you don't have to draw anything for me in return I do this for fun :) Also I'm sorry to hear you're sick right now being sick is never fun. I'm also still recovering from my oral surgery which is super dumb because I should be over it by now. Anyway I have some comfort head cannons for you my vampire in Satan.

Slashers taking care of their sick s/o

Includes: Billy Lenz, Herbert West and Carrie White

Warnings: Mentions of vomit

Billy Lenz

When he stops getting your visits he's gonna get worried and call to see what's happening. When he finds out your sick he's relocating to stay in your room.

He want's to help the best he can but that's not gonna be much when other people are at the house. He'll do small things like change out your ice packs/ help wipe away sweat if you have a fever, keep you warm if you're cold, clean out whatever bowl/ bucket you use if you have to throw up, etc.

"Billy's gonna take care of pretty piggy. Pretty Piggy's gonna be ok." He'll say things like that often while holding your hand.

Will sneak in a lot of food and water so you don't have to get up so often.

If you need to change he'll help you do it and push aside his perv nature for a moment.

Will keep his talking to himself pretty quiet for you and will make sure you get enough rest.

Won't be much help if you need to bathe for whatever reason. He's sorry Y/n he just can't be seen by anyone else in the house.

Herbert West

He's obviously a doctor so probably the best one to treat you out of all the slashers. He'll first scold you for being careless enough for getting sick while taking your temprature and figuring out what exactly you have.

Acts like he doesn't really care but if you ask him to bring you anything he will do it for you and if he finds you getting out of bed for anything other than the bathroom or to get something in your room he's going to scold you again.

Will give you proper medication if needed and will make sure to keep you relaxed. Will bring you ice packs or extra blankets if needed.

He's obviously not gonna get grossed out if you vomit and will probably push for you to wash out your mouth after.

I feel like he's asexual so helping you change isn't that big of a deal to him. Of course he finds you hot it's just in a different way.

Will clean you up if you're getting really sweaty or will run you a bath and help you into and out of the tub with his eyes closed.

Carrie White

Carrie's always had to take care of herself if she ever got sick because her mother said she was "fighting demons" or whatever that woman thinks.

She'll check up on you often and will keep you warm/cool and comfortable. If your head hurts she'll keep the lights low and natural and will be very quiet for you.

I feel like she's pretty good at cooking so she will make you home made soup and tea. She knows a lot of natural remidies for things because I just know that her mother is against any kind of medication at all. But if you ask she can get you actual medication at the store.

She's get very flustered and awkward if you ask for help changing or bathing. The most she'll do is hand you your new clothes with her eyes closed and take your old ones away and take you into and out of the bathroom.

[dmwrites]

Impulse was sick. Runny nose, coughing, the whole thing. So of course when he’d stumbled out of his room which he’d been moping around in for the last week and had found a compass on his floor that told him to come somewhere at 8pm, he was instantly grumpy. An adventure? He loved adventure! But he was sick!

“How are you feeling, buddy?” Pearl suddenly appeared from the sky, also holding a compass. “Good to see you on your feet.”

“I feel awful.” Impulse told her, nose all stuffed up. “Pearl, you’ve got to help me. I want to go to wherever this compass is going to take us, but I feel so crappy. You’re the soup expert, and live with mushrooms- are there any mushroom soups that could be cold medicine?

Pearl hummed thoughtfully. “I think I could whip something up. Hold on.” She flew off, back to her side of the river. Impulse watched her look around and pick a few mushrooms from the ground. She went inside for a moment, then came back out holding a bowl.

“Okay.” She landed back in front of him, proffering the bowl. “This should, I think, make you feel a lot better. I love experiments.”

“What was that last bit?” Impulse asked.

“Nothing, nothing.” Pearl replied airily.

“Okay!” Impulse ate the soup. Pearl was watching him closely as he finished. The fuzziness of his head cleared a little bit. “Okay, i think I can work with this. I do feel a little better… I think.”

“Excellent!” Pearl clapped her hands. “Im so glad I didn’t accidentally poison you. Now let’s get going and find out what on earth this whole compass thing is about!”

The compass turned out to lead to Grian’s rift, which looked a little different since the last time Impulse had seen it. He did feel a little better, the fresh air was nice. He still felt a little woozy, but just leaned against the wall as Grian explained what all was happening with the rift, and asked all the assembled hermits to join him and find out what was on the other side. Everyone agreed, with varying degrees of excitement, and Impulse blew his nose before joining them at the portal and stepping through.

The place he, and all the other hermits, ended up at, was not the nether. No, it was pretty far from any kind of nether anything. It was a whole other land. And it was bright. Impulse put a hand over his eyes.

“Pearl, I don’t think you put healing mushrooms in the soup.” He muttered. There was no answer. He took his hand away and frowned. “Pearl?” Everyone was gone. He was, in fact, in a completely different place. There was a mossy looking roof of a house in front of him. He sniffed, and reached for the handkerchief he kept in his pocket. Nothing was there, his pockets were empty. “Oh no. Where on earth am I going to find a tissue?”

“I have tissues.” Came a voice from the other side of the roof. “Who is that, fwip?”

Impulse climbed onto the roof and landed in front of a very weird looking girl. He took the tissue out of her hand without much thought and wiped his nose.

“Thanks- wait, who are you?” Impulse looked down at the tiny… creature before him.

“You’re not fwip!” The creature had looked shocked, but now she pulled out a sword and pointed it at him. “Who are you?”

“What on earth is going on?” Impulse reached for his beard out of instinct, and screamed when he found only his own chin. “Why am I shaved? Who shaved me?”

“Who are you?” The creature screamed equally as loud, looking skittish. The other bipedal animals around her- oh my god all of the animals were bipedal- started hiding under things.

“What was in that mushroom soup?” Impulse asked himself, putting his head in his hands. “Okay. I’m Impulse. Sorry, I just have a cold right now, and I think my friend made some faulty cold medicine.”

“What are you doing here?” The creature wasn’t putting that sword away. “How did you get here?”

“Lizzie, who’s this?” A new voice joined the conversation, and Impulse peered through his fingers at a very small green man.

“I don’t know, he just appeared.” The Lizzie hissed. “He asked for a tissue and climbed on my roof!”

“Hey fella, are you okay?” The green guy was talking to him like some kind of scared animal. “It’s okay, we won’t hurt you- Lizzie put away that sword!”

“I have a cold.” Impulse said.

“That’s a shame. Can I kill him now?” The Lizzie said, assumedly asking that last part to the small guy.

“Okay, first of all, no. You, what did you say your name was, Impulse? Come with me. I’ll take you to Gobland.”

So Impulse went, rubbing his chin in a confused way, down into a huge cave. The goblin, named fwip, gave him some nice things to eat and wear, then brought him to a god’s land and instructed him to steal the gold one day for him. Which was confusing.

But he did finally end up running into a few hermits, including Pearl.

“Pearl! What on earth did you put into the soup? I’m hallucinating that we’re in a different world and my beard is gone and you… when did you change your clothes?”

Pearl frowned. “There’s nothing hallucinatory in the soup, Impulse. This is real.”

Impulse looked at her, then at Cub and a colorful man he didn’t know. “No, this is definitely a fever dream. I’m going back to bed.”

And so, ill and very much convinced he was dreaming, Impulse found a small hole in the ground somewhere and fell asleep, reminding himself never to accept cold medicine or soup from Pearl ever again.

[soureggs]

Dnd with friends

Barbarian 

Two sorcerers one male one female (m/s and f/s)

Cleric

And me worlock/monk 

We are in the feywild and we stumble upon a campestri ( lil mushroom guy) next to a pot full of melted butter and a cauldron full of boiling soup..

We see the mushroom dipping its cap in the better, happily humming! 

And the m/s  run out and ask why hes doing it very concerned  " woah woah ay! lil man! Wha you doing ?" 

The mushroom looks up and give tje sweetist smiles " oh hi stranger  Im giving myself a bath with butter bc my new friend wants me too! Hes out getting wood! Hes so silly! " the party doesn't like that one bit 

The m.s gets a bright idea that he would trade places with the lil guy by using his fish custom he got a few sessions ago (on a whim) and in his words " rock his shit as soon as he goes in for a bite" 

The party likes that , likes that alot! 

The party hides in the bushes ready to jump in if it goes bad. The ms comes out in his giant fish custom and starts groovin and jumping and shouting out in a deep voice that he's ready as he's smearing butter on himself,its the feywild! Crazy shit happens all the time. But.. mind you 

We are in the fay wild- we don't know what the person that was going to eat the campestri is and if it was even humanoid. But we dont have time to think about that bc we are currently laughing our asses off and trying not to break character. 

Saddening we hear a Rustle in the bushes and a small goblin comes out with a bundle of firewood in hand

F/s instinctively wants to  magic missile it but we convince her not to, because we had a plan! The goblin is obviously confused bc instead of a mushroom theres a giant fish ( ms rolled high on deception) they argue abit in why the mushroom wanted to trade but our ms convinced him its okay 

The goblin "convinces" him to get into the cauldron after he finishes rubbing himself in butter . the ms makes a face and says " this isnt a bath…this a hot tub! " and goes in hots the soup but the goblin isn't making in move's

(The plan isnt planing!!)  So i panic

Use my magical item (hat of disguise)

And my feat actor to distract the goblin 

But the f/s and barbarian convinces me to be a different type of food 

I pop out of the bushed as a big carrot with blue overalls in a country accent 

Me: " woah! Golly i smell somettin good!" 

Roll high on description 

The the goblin is very confused..

Me : waho! Is that one of them hot tubs! 

M/s: yeah sure in! 

Me: sounds like a party! 

I hot in and take damage from the boiling water , i look over to the goblin and ask if hes ganna join

Goblin walks over with seasoning on a tray " no im good! But here have som-" before he could do anything i pull him in to the soup and hold him under 

The ms, pulls out a knife and yells " WEST SIDE!" And shakes the goblin in the ribs , me and the ms switch positions and now the giant fish is holding the goblin under the water

And I kill him using an eldridge blast right on his back. 

Its now raining soup and goblin …

And i'm still a carrot in blue overalls

[gokartkid]

sebchal... laundry (aka what im doing now just before midnight 😔)

The juddering of the laundry machine was lulling Charles to sleep. He felt like he could barely stand upright, even against the wall, head knocking against it every few seconds as his neck dipped under the weight. It didn’t help that the laundry room was at the bottom of the apartment building, with no windows to be seen. It was a little purgatory, where time crawled by, minute by minute.

He was having to rush to do his laundry, his flight for the race weekend being early the next day. The bus taking them there would depart from Maranello at 8:00am sharp, and he knew Silvia never messed around with the schedule.

There was a creak from the door behind him.

“Charles?”

He turned, mouth opened in a moue of surprise.

“Sebastian!”

His hair was a mess, all fluffed up on one side and squished the other. It was clear Sebastian had just woken up from a nap. He had a laundry basket balanced on his hip, bits of clothing and the clear bright red of Ferrari branding.

“Ah, so you have also forgotten your laundry until the last minute.”

He smiles, cheeky, as Charles splutters.

Seb starts to sort his laundry, separating the colours. He’s putting all of the red Ferrari shirts on one side snd his normal clothes the other. Charles watches this, oddly charmed, before a pit forms in his stomach.

“Wait,” he stares at the laundry machine holding his clothes, now on the final spin cycle, “wait, Seb, should I have separated my clothes mate.”

“From your Ferrari things? Yes—” He continues to fold and sort, “— they are notorious for, whats the word. Bleeding.”

“Fuck!”

Charles likes swearing in English. It’s somehow harsher, feels more angry. It’s probably to do with how he picked it up, in CoD lobbies with Pierre and from the older engineers on their smokebreaks, complaining about the car, their jobs, their lives.

“Did you not?” Sebastian stops and looks at him, “sort them out, I mean.”

Charles doesn’t have to answer. He’s opened the machine now, after jabbing at the unlock button. He holds up a formerly white, now pink shirt up.

“Ah.”

They both take the time to observe it.

“Well,” Seb breaks the silence, “you will be making a fashion statement. Maybe you can collaborate with Lewis.”

Charles groans and puts his non-shirt occupied hand on his face.

“What will I do,” he moans, looks down at the rest of his clothes swimming in a pinky soup.

Seb puts his hand on Charles’ shoulder. He has to try not to flinch and crane his head around to stare, to pretend like be doesn’t feel Sebastian’s hand burning through his thin sleep-shirt.

“You can borrow things of mine, if you want,” he offers it conversationally, as if this is not something that Charles has— well not even dreamt of. It is something that was outside even the realms of dreaming.

“I can?”

“Yes,” Sebastian turns and starts loading his things into the other machines, “if you can stand to wait until I’m done, we can go up to my apartment together.”

Charles pinches himself surreptitiously. It’s cheesy but just to make sure.

“Yes! Thank you.”

Sebastian smiles back at him. Charles feels himself smile in return, almost involuntarily. Suddenly, having left his laundry so late is turning into a blessing.

[alexander1301]

This can be like if Baco sends Some pals to cheer up Alex after Amy officially moved to Instagram even though I could still see her on Steam, and her art on Pinterest without an account. ^^

And here's some transcript for this.

*Baco comes by at Alex to see if he's okay*

🙃🍔🥓Baco: You okay pal?

🔴Alex: *Moans sadly*

*Baco stops the song, Alex still moaning sobbing*

🙃🍔🥓Baco: Look on the bright side, sure Amy left DA to move to Instagram but at least you can still see her on Pinterest, it's like being a guest. ^^

🔴Alex: A Depressed guest, I was friends with Amy, and All I witnessed was her leaving DA, asking someone to make me a fanart to cheer me up, making me look like *Eye twitching* A TOTAL IMBACILE!! THERE IS NO BRIGHT SIDE!!! 😭 *Blows his nose*

🙃🍔🥓Baco: Okay then, I'm going to need back up, OPERATION CHEER UP IS A GO!!! :D

*Spot come by and turns the light on, but Alex covers himself up.

🐶🏎️Spot: Come on dude, you can't sit in the boring dark all day. 😁

*Riya, Lisa, Angela, and Tory came by*

🐰🏎️Riya: Of course, what you need is some Filipino warm soup called “Sopas”! It’s a chicken macaroni soup made by our mom (Rita). 😉

*Riya gives the Soup to Alex, but he doesn't want to have it*

😺❤️⚡Lisa: Whenever I'm sad, A hug from Angela will always make me feel better. ^^

*She gives Angela to Alex, Angela hugs Alex but became depressed*

*Angela became sad, Lisa grabs back to her*

😺❤️⚡Lisa: Oh, perhaps it was just me. ^^

😺🩰Tory: Well, I heard nothing brightens my mood with good old ballet dancing. *Tory puts on her ballerina outfit and starts dancing*

🔴Alex: Thanks Tory, it was a nice song, least knowing I had her on Steam, I could still see more of her art on Pinterest without an Account, but with Instagram it's going to force you to make an account for it, however thanks for making me feel better, it was appreciated, FOR SOMEONE WHO DOSEN'T HAVE A INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT. 😭

🤖🐰Cude: Wait You were depressed about your friend leaving even though you still had her on Steam, and all you're depressed about NOT HAVING AN ACCOUNT FOR THAT, WHY DON'T YOU USE A GMAIL TO CREATE ONE FOR FREE GOSH DARNIT!!! You use one to create a YouTube channel amongst other things, it works well, right? 😧

🔴Alex: I appreciate you guys trying to make me feel better, but not everything can be resolved with hugs and meals. 😟

All: WHAT!? 😲

🔴Alex: I just need some time to be alone and think. 😞

*Alex went outside still depressed*

🐼🎍🥋Yinna: I've wonder how much you get tired of window staring. 😉

🔴Alex: Everyone tries to cheer me up, it won't work. 😔

🐼🎍🥋Yinna: I'm not just gonna cheer you up, Im just gonna tell what you just did after she left. 😏

🔴Alex: ??? 😕

🐼🎍🥋Yinna: You faked your depression, asking someone to make you a gift art to cheer you up, not everyone takes requests so you should asked before you do, besides, Depression is not even a kind of emotion, it's a health condition. 🙄

🔴Alex: Is that why Mieko blocks me? 😟

🐼🎍🥋Yinna: Probably, why don't you just make your own Instagram account for free, that way you could STILL see more of her art, a Gmail would work just fine, like how your creator joined Discord, Twitter and Tumblr. 😐

🔴Alex: But it's powered by Meta from Facebook, I don't think I could-

🐼🎍🥋Yinna: Dosen't matter. 😠 You could Still use your Gmail to create one, even if you don't even have Facebook.

🔴Alex: I guess so, thanks Yinna. :)

🐼🎍🥋Yinna: Anytime. ;)

Spot, Riya, and Cude -> @murumokirby360

Tory -> @carmenramcat

Lisa, and Angela -> LadyFeliz on DA

Yinna -> @asteriskdatboi

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