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[violintrees]

Fanfic Writer Appreciation Week

Day 2:

Gen -

The Cotton Candy Incident by @cdarkheartzero - A lot of the IZ cast, Post Florpus, OCs, Multichapter, In Progress

Delightful, fun, intense, well done fic with a lot of good twists and turns and great OCs. Also comes with a bunch of amazing art by the author! Very excited to see where things go next.

Gift of Peace by spaceliquid - The Banner Saga, Post Canon, Three shot

LOOK I finished all 3 long ass Banner Saga games in like 4 days, the story SLAPS & there are so few fics. This author gave EXACTLY what I wanted several times but this is my fav. Its such a sweet and wonderful epilogue. Game spoilers in the tags if you want some context.

Domestic -

Trust Me by Anon - Zadf/r, so much fluff, One shot

DELIGHTFUL short one shot by a mutual who is no longer online. And yes it is set in a hotel which is not exactly domestic but also its my list so I do what I want. Consensual Pak removal and taking care of your partner. So soft.

Smeet Army AU by @palenoface - Zadf to Zadr, Zadr Smeets, READ THE TAGS OF EACH FIC, There are some explicit, but I am still linking to it, Fic Series, In Progress

This series is not all domestic stuff, but again I recommend the entire thing. GREAT disaster domestic family life. Everyone is some flavor of neurodivergent or disabled in this house but they all CARE so much and it SO GOOD. The Zadr is also delightful and goes through a lot of development. Fantastic read.

Pre Canon -

Tales from the Irken empire (and also some other planets) by @myrskytuuli - Tallest Miyuki, Tallests Red and Purple, Zim and Dib, Prof Membrane, Lard Nar, In Progress

Not all pre-canon but again I highly recommend this whole series. I love how this author writes the Irken empire. It feels very alive and takes things from our world while making them fit in this one. I also highly recommend their other IZ fic for similar reasons, though it is Zadr and explicit. Excellent stuff.

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6

[woso-dreamzzz]

Heart

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: They meet you in the hospital

"She's dying," The nurse says to Ingrid.

The club had arranged for the team to go to the local hospital a few weeks before Christmas to give out gifts to the sick kids. Ingrid had enjoyed it greatly, meeting the children and their parents but she still needed a moment to herself.

She couldn't just keep the smile on her face when she saw the children walking with poles attached to wires or the little toddlers who had lost their hair due to chemo.

She had slipped into this hallway to get some respite, only to stumble across the only room that was filled.

Your room.

You've got a little placard hanging on your door, with your name written on it, covered with kitten stickers and smiley faces.

But you don't look smiley at all.

"Dying?" Ingrid echoes.

"Dying," The nurse replies," This is the cardiovascular wing."

"Her heart then?"

The nurse is solemn as she nods. "Her heart." There's silence and then," Would you like to go in and meet her?"

Ingrid's tempted to say no. You're tiny in your hospital bed and she's not even sure if you're older than five. It seems wrong for the nurse to say that you're dying.

"y/n?" The nurse says," This is Miss Ingrid."

"Hi, Miss Ingrid. Are you another doctor? Have you brought me my heart?"

Ingrid almost bursts into tears at the way you're looking at her. She shakes her head. "Sorry, honey," She says," I'm a footballer, not a doctor."

"That's okay," You say," Football's cool too."

Ingrid takes a seat at your bedside. "Very cool."

There's a solemnness in the ear as the nurse tinkers with some of the devices around you.

"Do you like football?"

You shrug. "I'm not allowed to play." You look down at your bedsheets. "I'm not allowed to because it'll make my heart go boom-boom too much. It's okay, I guess."

You look so sad by yourself and it makes Ingrid ask after your parents.

"I'm a..." Your brow furrows as you think of the word.

The nurse helps. "You're in care, aren't you?"

You brighten. "Uh-huh! My care worker's trying to find me a family so I can leave and wait for my new heart at home! I've been asking Santa so it should come soon!"

Ingrid's stomach drops. You're so small and so innocent and the one thing you've asked Santa for is a working heart. "I'm sure he's working very hard to get you that heart."

Ingrid very much hopes that the doctors are working very hard to get you a new heart.

"My heart now is alright," You continue," When I was littler and I was found at the fire station, I had a little hole in it that the doctors fixed but my heart was a little mean and didn't like the scar so it started going boom-boom wrong and now I've got to get a new one."

"I'm sure you'll get a new one very soon." Ingrid just knows that she's going to break down sobbing as soon as she's left, though she can't bring herself to walk out the door just yet.

"I hope so." You pull down your hospital gown to show the mess of wires connected to your body. "Because then I can get these out. They track my heart."

Ingrid spends the rest of her time at the hospital with you and, when she finally leaves, she knows immediately that she'll be back.

She brings Mapi her next few visits, warming both of you up to each other before she asks the question she knew she'd be asking the moment she walked out of your room.

Mapi is more than happy to fill in the required paperwork and spend the money to get your heart stuff into the apartment.

The day you come home with them is perfect.

Mapi brings you up on her back, careful of the little monitors that doctors have given you to track your heart clipped to your trousers. Ingrid opens the door.

You greet Bagheera and you sit in front of them on the floor.

They'd had your room ready for weeks now, just waiting for when you get home.

You're still weak and sickly but you're strong enough to wait for your hospital at home with them.

You take medication twice a day. They go into your room at night to check your monitor. You go everywhere with them, to training, to the shops, all the way to the beach and back.

You doze easily on Mapi, your arm splayed out as she runs soft fingers through your hair.

"What did the doctors say?" She asks softly as Ingrid re-enters the room.

You'd all just gotten back from your weekly check-up where they took scans and did tests on you that they had been waiting on everything to come back.

"The same as usual." Ingrid sounds defeated as she crouches by the sofa in front of you and Mapi. "She still needs a heart. She's stable enough for now. They're thinking about putting in a pacemaker or something called an ICD but those mean surgery. They said it could weaken her too much that if a heart comes along soon then she might not survive another operation."

Mapi's hand freezes in your hair. She wants to scream or maybe even cry. You're so little and already so sick.

"Is it bad," She says quietly," That I just want her to get a heart? I know that it means that another child will have to die so she can get it but..." Her throat closes up and she chokes out the words. "I don't care. I can't bring myself to care about that other child if it means she survives. I just can't. I know that we've only had her a few weeks and I know that the likelihood of her getting a heart is slim but...but-"

Mapi has to stop talking because tears are running down her face as she stares at you, so pliant and quiet on her chest as wires poke out from under your shirt to the little device that's checking your heart rate.

"I get it," Ingrid says," I want her to get that heart too."

For the most part, you're able to do exactly what other kids your age do but it all comes to a head the day of Patri's Christmas Eve party.

You're a bit more tired in the morning than usual and your whole appetite has tanked. You're a little shaky and your hands are super cold so you get put in a warm Christmas jumper and a hat and scarf for the walk to Patri's.

Ingrid and Mapi are loath to let you wander around Patri's apartment but you end up sitting in a group of the girls playing Uno and Keira lets you play on her team.

You're happy with them all but Mapi and Ingrid still hover nearby.

"How is she?" Alexia asks, sipping at the one alcoholic drink she's allowed herself tonight.

"The same," Mapi mutters back as Ingrid excuses herself to take a phone call from your doctor.

It's weird that he's calling so late but Ingrid will happily take a call from him at any time of day when it comes to you.

"I'm glad she's got you two," Alexia continues," She's such a sweet kid. God forbid anything like this happens to my kids."

Mapi smirks. "What? Seeing my kid's got you feeling all broody? Trying to copy me?"

Alexia rolls her eyes. "More like she's got Olga feeling broody. Honestly, they only met once."

"Olga's a bleeding heart," Mapi replies," You'd look cute with kids."

"You certainly do," Alexia compliments," You're more relaxed, you and Ingrid both. Are you going to adopt her?"

Mapi's face suddenly feels hot and she tears her gaze away from you for a moment. "I know it's early," She says," But we're already trying to sort out the paperwork. We're going to get through Christmas and see if a hea-"

Your monitor beats erratically, a loud sound that can be heard even over the music Patri's playing. You slump a little against Keira's side (much to her horror) and your eyes flutter closed for a moment.

Mapi barrels through everyone to get to you. You're still awake (barely) and your monitor displays that your heart is beating in an abnormal rhythm.

Mapi breathes out a sigh of relief. While not ideal, your heart does this sometimes and, just like now, it takes you a few minutes to go back to normal.

A crowd of the team have converged around you and you pathetically faceplant yourself into Mapi's neck with heavy, laboured breaths and grip fiercely onto her top.

"Great news!" Ingrid says as she enters the room before stopping as all eyes dart to her," What happened?"

"What news?" Mapi asks tentatively, still holding you close.

She's beaming again as she crouches down in front of you and rubs at your cheek. "Santa's brought you your heart."

"He's early!"

"He is!" Her eyes are a little wet as she puts your hat back on your head, pulling it down firmly. "How about we get to the hospital?"

You go into surgery within the next few hours.

When you wake up on Christmas morning, it's to Mapi and Ingrid at your bedside and a brand new heart from Santa.

[barefoothighlander]

the vow - ii

summary: you’re betrothed to the future king of Guilder and a fearsome knight is assigned to protect you. medieval au

knight!simon ‘ghost’ riley x princess!reader

warnings: mdni (18+), age gap, violence, arranged marriage, infidelity, mention of alcohol, harassment

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You wake the next morning to the sound of voices outside your doors, loud chattering filling the air as the morning breeze drifts through the windows, you stand from your bed throwing on your dressing robe and crossing the room, you reach to open the heavy doors but are forced back as they open from the other side.

“Princess” Simon says as if he was shocked to see you,

“Simon, what’s going on”

“M’lady, we must get you ready” Clarice pushes through the doors, drifting past you as you stand in a state of confusion, turning back to face Simon who had been staring at you the whole time.

“You need not keep my maids out Simon”

“Apologies M’lady I”

You cut him off “My lady”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Low borns say, M’lady, you are a knight now, you use the proper, My lady”

“Of course My lady, my mistake” He bows his head, pulling his arm from the door and resting it by his side,

“Make haste Princess, we have little time” Clarice calls from across the room, you turn to her nodding before sparing Simon a glance and closing the door, you can hear the breath he releases through the wood, the sound of his armour clattering as he rests against the stone wall.

You make your way towards your maid, “What is going on?” 

“The Prince has requested your presence in the gardens” Her voice is giddy as he sits you down, fussing with your hair.

“The gardens?”

“Isn’t it lovely”

“He hates the gardens”

“Aye but you love them”

“Yes, I do, is he so intent on ruining everything”

Her eyes widen “Don’t speak like that child, heaven forbid anyone else hear you” 

“Yes how terrible that would be” You respond, your tone laced with sarcasm

You sit for a few minutes while Clarice fixes your hair, helping you up to fit you into your dress, murmuring quiet apologies as she tightens your corset.

“It’s not enough they force me to stay in this castle, he must force the air from my lungs with this torture device” Your hands run over the boning of the corset,

“He just wants you to look perfect, and you do” She runs a soft hand over your cheek, “Now come, the Prince is waiting”

You huff a strangled breath, crossing the room to exit, Simon's frame lurking in the corner of your eye as you exit the room, the shuffling of his armour loud behind you as he follows you through the halls.

“You need not follow me everywhere, I am perfectly safe within the walls”

He doesn’t respond but keeps in pace with you five feet behind, you stop abruptly, turning to him as he freezes,

“I mean it, I have enough eyes on me already”

“May I speak freely My lady” His eyes stare straight ahead

“If you must”

He takes a breath, turning his gaze to you, your body suddenly nervous under his stare,

“The people in this castle hold allegiance to the Prince, not you”

“I am to marry the Prince, they are loyal to me”

“They are loyal to Guilder”

His words connect in your mind, your face dropping in realization, “And I am the enemy of Guilder”

“I swore an oath to protect you, not the crown”

“Very well” You nod, turning on your heel and walking down the halls.

You stand at the entrance to the gardens, the familiar greenery flooding your vision, the guards at the archway bow their heads addressing you, letting you pass. In the light it’s easier to find your way to the centre, the twisting vines and bushes of flowers leading the way, the sound of the Prince's voice echoing throughout the maze, guiding you.

“My love” He shouts, one arm extended towards you while the other nurses a cup of wine,

“My Prince” You curtsey, avoiding his stare,

“How are you this morning?” He’s drunk already

“Very well thank you, and yourself”

“Wonderful” He moves toward you, stumbling slightly over a rock, his eyes move upwards following Simon’s frame, “You’ve brought your guard”

“Of course, he is rather quiet, you won’t notice he’s there”

“He’s hard to miss” He raises his eyebrows, having to force his neck upwards to view Simon's face, “He hasn’t addressed me”

You bite your tongue to hold back any words, simply allowing the men to exchange formalities as Simon bows, the Prince grins, turning back to face you.

“Now, we have much to discuss” He urges you towards a set of chairs beside the fountain, you follow him sitting down, trying to find a position that doesn’t have your dress digging into your ribs as he begins to talk.

“The wedding plans are nearly complete, there are just a few more variables to take care of”

“What variables”

“Well as you know there just simply is not enough room for more people”

“You mean the people of Flourin”

“I do, however by request of my Father, the King of Flourin shall attend”

Your eyes light up, sitting up to make sure you heard him properly, “My father should be there?”

“Yes, something about tradition and the passing of ownership”

“Ownership?”

He looks at you like you’ve asked a ridiculous question, “Yes, he will be passing you to me, you will be under my control”

Your throat dries, the thought never occurred to you that even post marriage you’d have no freedom, assuming that your role as Queen would be more active,

“Yes, of course,” You sit back in your chair,

“And the matter of housing”

“We won’t live in the palace?”

“Gods no, I will live in the palace, you will remain safe at Croft House” The cottage?”

“Yes”

“Should the Queen not live somewhere, proper”

“There is no need, you will come to the palace to perform your wifely duty and then return to your home”

“My wifely duty?”

“Producing an heir, Gods has no one explained your position to you?”

“Apologies my Prince, of course, I must just be tired”

“Nonetheless, you will be escorted there after our wedding night”

The thought plays through your mind, surely there were worse fates than living alone, you never wanted to marry the man but the thought of living separate lives disagreed with you, being locked away in a newer, smaller home stung.

“If that is all, I have things to attend to,” He says

“Yes my Prince” You stand, giving him a curtsey before walking away, you brush past Simon who watches you quietly, following behind you at a quick pace as you make your way out of the gardens.

“To your room Princess?”

You stop in front of the doors to the palace, the idea makes your stomach turn, sitting in your room for the rest of the day while the world goes on outside your door.

“No” You turn, pacing forward past the doors, Simon glances around, trying to figure out what’s going on before following you,

“Princess where are you going”

“I'm not sure”

“Truly, we must get inside”

“Then take me inside” You turn to him, standing sternly as you shrug your shoulders, “What will you do? Will you throw me over your shoulder and haul me past the doors, what would the staff say?”

“Princess” He warns

“Seeing as you aren’t going to do that, and you insist on following me, let us go”

Simon turns behind himself to check for guards, sighing before walking forward, making his way to the stables alongside you. You enter the barn, the walls lined with stalls of horses, the stone floor scattered with hay, you check the room for anyone before approaching one of the horses, reaching a soft hand up slowly to pet its nose, smiling when it accepts your touch.

“Do you mean to ride my lady?”

“I haven’t been able to in a long while” Your eyes are focused on the animal in front of you, its blonde hair tussling as it turns its head, Simon appears by your side.

“Remove your armour”

“Princess”

“It is loud, and dark, if we mean to be quiet your appearance will give us away”

“My lady”

“You may keep your sword if you insist, the rest goes, come on”

You enter the stall, checking around the horse while Simon reluctantly peels his armour off, the clanging on the pieces spooking the horse slightly, forcing you back a step. You move to reach for the saddle when large arms reach over yours, grabbing it from its spot and hoisting it into the air, you turn to him, he’s close enough that if you breathe your chest will touch, craning your neck to glance at his face.

He’s large even without the armour, his broad form not in full view, you hitch your breath slightly as your eyes move down towards his chest, his collarbones peaking out from below his shirt, the close distance allowing you to make out littered scars on his skin, your eyes following the pink lines, you twitch your hand, wanting to trace them.

“Princess”

He pulls your attention back to him, you release a breath, dragging yourself from your thoughts before stepping back, allowing him to place the saddle on the horse, you watch his arms flex as he tightens the straps around the animal, pulling them tight before backing up.

You step forward, bracing your weight to pull up onto the horse before strong hands grip your waist, lifting you with ease onto the saddle, the action surprising you, his touch makes your skin hot, you lock eyes with him, he looks like a different person without the weight of his armour, less beast and more human.

“Are you alright?” His voice breaks your trance, pulling your gaze from him shyly,

“Yes, thank you”

He nods, moving from the stall to saddle his own horse before mounting up,

“You’ll follow me”

“You know where you’re going?”

“I walked these fields for weeks, Princess, do you trust me?”

You think for a moment, about all the consequences if you’re caught but the idea of freedom reigns, “I do.”

He digs his heel into the belly of his horse, signalling it to move and you do the same, following closely behind him, you trot your horse down a small gravel path, hidden by a line of trees before stopping at a clearing. The land is vast and green, with nothing in front of you except the sun as you stare, Simon meets your side,

“It’s beautiful,” You say, you stare focused on the horizon

“It is” He isn’t watching the sun, his head is turned to you, the orange light painting your skin in a warm glow.

Without thinking you thrash your reigns, settling forward in your saddle as your horse begins galloping down the field, Simon yells to you to slow down but the wind passing your ears drowns him out, the wind on your skin feels too good as you rush across the grass, the trees passing by your side.

You turn back to find Simon but he’s gone, you laugh lightly to yourself at the prospect of outrunning him, finally free of anyone's eyes, you’re shocked back to reality when your horse bucks into the air, your hands struggling to grab at the reigns to steady yourself.

Your efforts prove futile, the force of the animal throwing you from its back as you land in the dirt, the air knocked from your lungs, you look up in a daze, the voices of two men filling your ears as they stand over you.

Their armour gleams in the sunlight, their blue capes swishing by your frame,

“You shouldn’t be out here Princess” He extends an arm for you to take, pulling you from the ground as your palms brush the dirt from your dress, you face the men, clad in their armour as you peer around for any signs of your own knight, you’re defenceless.

“The Prince will want you back in your room” One of their hands grabs your arm, tugging you towards their horse,

“The Prince need not concern himself with my activities”

“Apologies my lady but we’re under strict orders to keep you inside”

“And what about my orders?” You yank your arm from his grip

“We don’t take orders from you” The other man steps closer behind you, forcing your body forward, caging you between the men,

“Best get going” The men box you against the horse, your eyes dart around in panic as your back collides with the side of the horse, forcing a whinny from the animal.

“I suggest you back away” A shadow is cast over you, turning to see him, he’s blocking the sun, his form appearing dark as he sits on his horse.

“Princes orders, run off low-born”

Simon wastes no time drawing his sword, pointing towards the men who reach for their own weapons, “I will escort the Princess back”

The men stand off for a second, staring each other down, Simon holds stern, his dark gaze pinning the men down.

“Very well” They move their hands from their side, stepping back, you rush toward Simon who extends a hand to you, grabbing yours and pulling you onto his horse, you settle behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist as your heart races, he sheaths his sword, moving his hands back to the reigns before signalling the horse to move.

The horse gallops quickly, your body clings to Simon for safety, your fingers digging into his flesh as you rest your cheek on his back.

“Princess”

His words pass through your ears,

“Princess?”

You pull back from him, sitting up, “You left me”

“I was right behind you”

“No, I looked, you weren’t there”

“I was” He steps off the horse, extending a hand to you, “They would’ve-” You stop yourself, your chest hollow at the thoughts floating in your mind.

“I would never let them touch you” Hi hand steadies on your waist, helping you off the saddle as he watches your eyes, “No one will ever hurt you, my lady”

His gaze is intense, your body nervous under his stare, you pull yourself back from his grip blinking at him, “I will see you soon Ser” You exit the stables quickly, making your way to your room where you slam the door, bracing yourself against it as tears prick your eyes, you’d never felt so vulnerable, what started as a taste of freedom was quickly squashed by the Prince's ever-present control over you, everywhere you go he has eyes, you are never alone.

Night falls over the palace, the candles in your room are the only source of light as the shadows loom in the dark corners, the air outside is cool, the breeze washing in from the windows has goosebumps forming on your skin as you sit in your bed, alone with your thoughts, you were to be married in three days, moved to a new home where you’d be confined to a life of solitude, even from your husband the idea made you feel hollow, the prospect of having no one beside you, to comfort or entertain you.

The hours pass quietly in your room, you stay sitting up, restless, knowing that even if you tried sleep would not come, you watch the moon arc through the sky, rather ironic you think, the moon so often spoke about as a partner of the sun and yet they rarely ever meet, two forces destined to be together but kept apart by unseen forces. You’re pulled from your thoughts at the sound of a quiet knock on your door, the sound concerning considering how late it was, you don’t think to cover yourself, assuming it was Clarice you stride towards the entrance, pulling open the heavy doors.

“Is something wrong?” You look into the hall for any sign of commotion before settling your gaze on Simon, he seemed nervous, a new sight considering he was always confident in himself. “Is something wrong Simon?”

“I do not believe so my lady”

“So why have you woken me?”

“I did not believe you to be asleep”

You open your mouth to speak but stop yourself, turning your gaze to the floor for a moment, “Well I was not”

“Are you not tired?”

“Unfortunately sleep does not come easy to me”

“I understand all too well”

You give him a weak smile, “Why did you knock?”

“I wanted to apologize”

“For what?”

“For making you feel unsafe”

“It was not you that worried me, Simon”

“Yes but if I had been there from the start I-”

You cut him off, “You need not worry about it, it is forgotten”

He nods lightly, “Do you still trust me?” He looks at you sheepishly

“With my life”

He fights the smile that threatens his cheeks, thinking for a moment before looking down the halls, checking for guards, “Might we go for a walk?”

Your smile fades, “I am not allowed out”

“I assure you Princess, no one will see us” He extends a gloved hand toward you, without thinking you take it in yours, following behind him as he navigates the hallways, making sure to remain undetected. You fight the giggles that bubble in your chest, your heart thudding in your ears as you twist down corridors and rush downstairs, you arrive at one of the servant doors, Simon opening it for you to step out, breathing in the aroma of the gardens, the flowers and night air flooding your lungs as you clothes your eyes.

A strong gust of wind blows by and you’re suddenly aware of your lack of clothes, the only thing separating your skin from the air is a thin nightgown, you fold your arms over your chest, your fingers rubbing your skin, Simon notices your state, his arms reaching behind his back to unclip his cape, wrapping it around your shoulders. Your senses are invaded by his scent, his hands are apprehensive to pull back, allowing your fingers to settle on top of his as you pull the cape tight around your chest, his gaze softening as you look at him, a silent thank you in your smile.

“Will you take me to the gardens?”

He pulls his hands from yours, placing them back at his sides “Not tonight Princess, the Prince has guards posted around the palace”

“Where shall we hide?” Your tone is playful, it amuses him, a light chuckle coming from his lips, the noise making you bite back a smile, you’d never seen him genuinely joyful, always a sour look on his face as he stood guard.

“Come with me” He walks forward, leading you as you trail behind, your nerves giddy as you sneak around the palace walls, Simon peeks his head around corners, checking for guards before turning back to you, giving you the okay to proceed.

You walk for a few minutes, through bunches of trees, and down small hills, Simon’s hand is always there to guide you in the dark, he shields you with his body anytime he hears a rustle, making your way further from the palace. You walk for what feels like an hour, turning back the glow of the candles in the palace windows are your only indicator of distance, watching the lights fade as you continue to walk.

“Just past this tree line”

You quicken your pace, catching up to him as he guides you through the trees, pulling back stray branches to allow you through, there's a small clearing ahead, a pond illuminated by the moonlight, the gleam in the water sparkles, your hands drop the cape from your back, your legs carrying you towards the water.

You look down into the pond, catching your reflection before you realize that there’s no noise, you turn to Simon who moves closer to you, darting your focus around the small forest, you hear nothing, no bugs or animals, not even the wind.

“It’s silent?”

“It is”

“How did you come upon this place?”

“I like to be outside when I cannot sleep, I found the pond a few weeks ago, I come here to think”

“To think? About what?”

He hesitates with his answer, trying to choose his words, “My family, mostly”

“I think about my family often as well, I am sorry that yours are gone” Your eyes are sincere as they move up to look at his.

“Yes well, it is a long time now”

“Do you miss them terribly?”

He lets out a deep breath, “Everyday”

You watch him for a moment, an air of understanding between the two of you, turning back to glance at the pond, “Thank you for showing me this”

“We get very few things of our own in this life, it is nice to share what I have with someone I-” He cuts himself off, stumbling over his words for a moment, “Care about”

Your attention is drawn toward the sky, streaks of light flashing in your sight, “Shooting stars” You gasp, turning to Simon for a moment, “Make a wish”

You watch the lights fly by you, their glow illuminating the sky for just brief seconds, “What did you wish for Simon” You smile turning to him,

“I thought that if I told you, it will not come true”

“Superstition, I wished to be free”

“You are free Princess” 

“This is not freedom, this is rebellion, very different Ser” 

“Careful Princess, wouldn’t want to be branded treasonous”

“I am Flourin, by birth I am treasonous” You laugh

“Very well, two rebels we shall be”

“Two rebels” You nod, giggling to yourself

“Come now, we should return to the palace”

“A few more minutes I beg”

He tilts his head, watching you scrunch your face at him, crossing his arms over his chest before nodding, you smile wide, even in the dark he can make out the gleam in your eye as you look at him, he wishes he could stare into them forever, watching you turn and run around the pond.

He sits against a large tree, its leaves cascading around him, settling in piles around his form as he watches you explore the terrain, he can’t help but smile at your fascination with the plants, he lets you wander for a while, just watching you.

The sun peaking over the horizon catches your attention, alerting you to the time as you turn and face Simon, he looks so relaxed like he belongs there, his eyes are glued to your form as you run towards him, throwing yourself to the ground beside him in a fit of joy.

“It has been too long since I have seen flowers that are not blue or green”

“The pink ones are peony” He points towards the bush of pink flowers, “Those orange ones, marigolds” You turn towards the bundle of bright orange and yellow, the rising sun paints the area in a glow of warm colours, the new heat warming your skin as you follow his line of sight.

“What about those dark ones,” You say, pointing towards a sprouting of dark red, almost black flowers.

“Dahlias, they say that those are a symbol of love and devotion, perhaps the Prince might pick you some”

“Perhaps the Prince would pick me a bundle of hemlock and claim ignorance” You huff

“Are you truly so miserable my lady?”

“I do not know, sometimes I feel lucky to be given this life, other times I wish I was anybody else, allowed to exist on my own accord”

“You have no friends at court?” “I have you” You hug your legs to your chest, grinning at him,

“I am your knight, not your friend”

“Can you not be both?” He shakes his head lightly, standing from his spot, “Let us get you back before someone notices I have kidnapped the future Queen”

You stand, brushing the dirt from your dress before moving forward to pick up Simon’s cape from the ground, tugging it around your form and following him towards the palace, walking in silence together as the sun slowly rises higher into the sky, lighting your path.

[saltandburnheathens]

Good morning Miss Winnie. (Part II)

Part I

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader.

Rating: Gen.

Summary:

Two weeks after Dean became a father, it's time to jump back on the hunting horse. But he's hesitant.

Notes: Non-canon, no time line. And I don't ever want kids. But I just became an aunt and I sort of need to get this out of my system! Short and I'm not promising that I won't continue this. Who knows really. Finally this was written after I'd taken my usual nightly gummy.

“Bonnie?” 

You shot Dean a look across the kitchen. He was cooking eggs on the stove while you were nursing. Castiel was the only other member of the bunker awake at six a.m. and, fortunately, occupied the library. It wasn’t that you cared about the other men seeing you breastfeeding, it was how they reacted to it. Both became very awkward and outwardly attempted to look anywhere but at your breasts.

“You can’t accept Winnie, but you pick Bonnie?” 

Dean shrugged. 

“I was just thinking if we had a boy we could call him Clyde. We’d have our own little gang.” 

“Firstly, I’m not doing this again. And secondly, Bonnie and Clyde were felons.”

“What do you mean ‘you’re not doing this again?’ Don’t most women go crazy for more kids? They smell the baby's head and some hoo-doo helps them forget about the pain and bodily fluids.” 

“Yeah, well. You try being in labour for damn near forty eight hours and shitting yourself in a room full of people. Including the man you love. Then come back and tell me you’ve forgotten about it and wanna do it all over again.” 

“Point taken.” Dean laughed, plating up eggs and bacon for them both, “And you didn’t shit yourself by the way.”

“I didn’t?”

“I think I’d remember.”

You smiled at the plate of food and carefully lifted the baby from your breast. She’d long since stopped feeding and was instead squirming, ready to be winded. 

“I can take it from here.” Dean reached down and lifted the little girl up into his arms. He held her upright against his chest and began rubbing circles into her small back, “There we go kiddo. Get it up.” 

“Be careful.” You warned. 

“I’m not taking any chances.” Dean gestured to the polka-dot muslin cloth on his shoulder. 

You watched as he gently walked your daughter around the kitchen, her little body squirming while he cooed into her ear. She made several little squeaking noises, threatening to cry, only to be brought back to earth by her father’s tender voice. 

“Come on now, no tears. I’ve got you.” 

Your eyes locked with Dean’s for a moment, both reflecting a soft smile. He was proving to be an excellent father, not that you’d doubted him for a second. But Sam had. He’d been very vocal about Dean knowing nothing about babies and how, despite the fact that he was happy for you both, he thought this whole ‘raising a family thing’ was a bad idea.

“You guys are great together! But I don’t think this is the right environment for a kid.”  Or something along the same bullshit. 

Dean had been adamant about her though. He damn near refused to speak to Sam until he stopped with his questions and logical answers. Sure you both had been sceptical about bringing a child into this life, but neither of you had actively prevented it. If it happened, it happened. 

Speaking of the devil. Sam groaned and stretched his arms above his head, stumbling into the kitchen. He dug the palm of his hands into his eyes, drawing them down his face afterwards. 

“Morning. Coffee’s in the pot.” Dean said, his voice shifting from Dad to brother by just an octave. 

Sam poured himself a hefty mug before offering more to the kitchen. You declined but insisted that he fill up Deans. 

“He’ll need the caffeine for your hunt.” 

“Oh so you’re back on the job then?” Sam questioned, his eyebrows rising. 

Dean’s brow furrowed as he shifted the little one on his chest. He searched her face, the cogs visibly turning in his head. 

“I’ll get back to you on that one.” 

“What? I thought you’d be happy to get back on the horse.” You’d assumed that after being out of work for almost two weeks that Dean would be craving a hunt, but his face said otherwise. 

“Yeah. I mean I am. But she - “ 

“She’ll be right here when you get back.” You interrupted, “It’s a simple in and out job. Right Sam?” 

“Sure. Run of the mill ghost in the attic for some old friend’s of Bobby’s.” Sam took a lengthy sip of his coffee, “And it pays too.” 

“See? And we could use the cash for Winnie.” 

Sam scoffed, barely holding onto the coffee in his mouth. He looked between you both and then to his niece. 

“Winnie?”

“Short for Winchester but not her name. Just a placeholder until we find the perfect one.” You inform, “But what’s so wrong with Winnie anyway? It’s a perfectly acceptable name.” 

“Nothing wrong with it at all. It’s just not what I pictured you both to come up with.” 

“Fortunately it’s not.” Dean added, shifting the baby from one arm to the other as she reached up with her little hands, “As for the hunt, I’m not sure.”

He offered a finger for her hand to close around, eyes never leaving her. the features on his face softened, lips almost pulling downwards into a frown. 

You exchanged a knowing look with Sam. 

“If this is about Win- her- you don’t need to worry. I can cope fine on my own for one night.” You offered

“Yeah but what if it isn’t just one evening?” Dean answered, his voice doing nothing to disguise the concern he was feeling. 

“It’s only a few towns over. We’ll be home by four am - ” 

“But what if something goes wrong? Huh? Then what? I’ve left my wife without a husband, my little girl without a father. And -” 

You jumped to your feet at the distress in his voice and rushed to loop an arm around his middle.  

“Don’t say that. It’s a run of the mill job, something you guys have done one thousand times over. Nothin’ bad is gonna happen other than a few bruises.” You laid your head on his shoulder, eyes coming to settle on the little lady in his arms, “I can deal with those. And she’ll not know any different.” 

With a deep sigh, Dean kissed you gently on the head. It was an uncharacteristic display of affection, especially in front of his brother, but you hadn’t the heart to react. You knew he was feeling vulnerable, that much was clear in his reaction, and to draw attention to it would only make things worse. Instead you settled against him and allowed his warmth and the soothing sounds of your baby to still your own anxiety. 

You’d be lying if you didn’t admit that some part of you was fearful of your husband walking out of the bunker and never coming home. Hunting was a dire job, one which had claimed the life of many of your comrades. Dean may be an experienced hunter, renowned in his own right, but he certainly wasn’t immune to unfortunate outcomes. That much had been proven time and time again. 

Lost in thought, the only sounds in the kitchen were the gentle fussing of your daughter and the whirring of the circulation fans. 

Finally Castiel broke the silence with his sudden entrance. He appeared in a flurry of feathers, one coming to land on the table top by your abandoned coffee cup. 

“We have doors, Cas. Use ‘em.” Dean warned, pulling your daughter closer to his chest as she began to fuss. 

“I’m sorry, Dean. It’s a force of habit.” Castiel answered, taking a seat next to Sam, “I startled her.” 

“You think?!” 

You moved to take the baby from Dean but he shook his head, whispering a small ‘I got this’ back to you as he started to rock her from side to side. But it was no good, her cries grew louder and more furious. You began to wonder how those big sounds could even come from such a small creature. 

Before you could offer your help again Castiel brushed past you. 

“I didn’t mean to scare her.” He said, coming to stand in front of Dean “Is there anything I can do?” 

“Here” to your surprise, Dean held your daughter out towards the angel, “You can settle her down while I grab her diaper bag.” 

You lean in and quickly sniff.  

“I don’t think she needs changed, D.”

“Well I don’t know what else to do. She -” 

Castiel reached forward and lifted the infant from Dean. He brought her to settle in the crook of his arm, offering up his fingers for her to grab at. Gradually she began to quiet, her hands reaching up for Castiel’s and her eyes wide, staring into his face. 

You and Dean watched on in outward confusion. Castiel, to your knowledge, had never handled a baby before. At least not in recent years. 

“How did you do that?” Dean asked almost aggressively, “She was cryin’ up a storm seconds ago and you just took her and nothing.”

“Did you use your grace?” Sam suggested. 

“She’s much too small to handle my grace in any capacity. It would kill her.” 

You considered jumping in and taking her from Castiel but stopped yourself. She was settled and happily holding onto the angel's fingers. No sense in ruining it. Beside you Dean was tense, clearly struggling with something along the same lines. His face was etched in hard lines and you could see his brows furrowing. 

Gently you looped your arm through his and guided him to his long forgotten coffee cup. He moved but his eyes never left you daughter in the angel’s arms. 

“So,” Sam cleared his throat, “About this hunt.” 

“What about it?” Dean glared at him over the rim of his cup. 

“Are you in or -” 

“He’s in.” You answer before the question could even be finished. 

“Wha - I -” 

“Oh come on. You got this. I can handle her and Cas will be here if I need any help. Right Cas?” The angel gave something akin to a positive response, “You have to get back out there at some point.”

Dean’s gaze flickered from Sam to you, finally coming to land on Castiel. He watched the angel gently swaying the little girl in his arms and the lines on his face began to soften. 

“Hmmm. You’re sure about this?” He asked. 

“Positive.” 

“If there’s any trouble, anything at all, you call me.” 

“Sure.” You smiled, “But I doubt Winnie will be as much of an issue as your malevolent spirit.” 

Dean chuckled, accompanied by Sam. 

“God, we’re really going to have to talk about her name when I get back.” 

[taizi]

If you’re still taking prompts… disaster twins being disasters?

x

Casey can remember being this excited maybe once or twice before in his entire life, but that’s it. He doesn’t realize he’s bouncing in his seat until Michelangelo flops over him, arms folded around Casey’s shoulders and chin propped up on top of his head, grin present in the bright tone of his voice. 

“We might be hyping this up too much,” the youngest Hamato—second-youngest, now, Casey reminds himself somewhat shyly—says good-naturedly. “It’s just a spar, CJ.” 

“I know,” Casey says quickly, clamping his hands on his knees. He feels like a little kid again, being warned that if he can’t sit still he can’t stay in the dojo to watch training. That’s not anywhere near what Mikey said, but he’s not risking it! He refuses to miss this! “But it’s just—I haven’t seen sensei spar with anyone but Commander O’Neil in ages.”

He doesn’t say that Uncle Raph was killed when Casey was so young that he barely got to keep any memories of him. He definitely doesn’t say that when Uncle Tello died, sensei destroyed a string of Krang corps single-handedly, stumbled home half-dead, and then didn’t come out of the silent lab for three days. When he did finally emerge, some intrinsic, important part of him was gone for good. 

By then, Master Michelangelo was too brittle for physical combat, pouring all of himself into the mystic arts instead. April was the only one left who was unafraid to drag Master Leonardo onto the mats, to bring some life back into him. And it was fun to watch, but it wasn’t those high-energy spars he could remember being awed by when he was a child, when all four of the turtles were together and the apocalypse seemed like something they might survive after all. 

“I bet I whooped his butt, too,” April interjects loudly from the cozy-looking beanbag chair she dragged into the dojo. Leo shoots her a mock-offended look, hand over his heart, the whole nine yards. 

He’s wearing a pair of bright pink cordless headphones, and his warm-up stretches have a lot more energetic bopping around than perhaps strictly necessary. Raph is smiling crookedly as he guides Leo through the forms, watching carefully for any sign of lingering tenderness or soreness and finding none. He’s probably as relieved as all the rest of their mismatched little clan that Leo has healed to this point—casts and leg brace finally discarded, energy ratcheted up to eleven. 

Across the mat, Donnie is pretending to be buried in his phone, but he’s watching Leo as raptly as Raphael. If he thought for a second that Leo was nursing some hidden-away hurt, he would find a way to divert the match without anyone the wiser. And it would be something needlessly showy and stupid, too—Casey has the sudden vision of a lair-wide blackout. He pats the penlight clipped to his belt to make sure it’s there, just in case. 

But Leo is in fine form, and Splinter steps onto the middle of the mat with a judicious air. 

“Now I want a clean match, boys,” he orders, arms folded. “No shenanigans!” 

“Aw, not even one?” Mikey pipes up. 

The Hamato patriarch considers this carefully, then says, “I will allow ONE shenanigan!”

“Alright Michael!” Leo cheers. “Use those favorite son privileges for good!” He barely dodges the half-hearted strike from Splinter’s tail. 

Then Raphael is placing his hands on Leo’s shoulders and giving him a friendly jostle, in the manner of ruffling a puppy’s ears to get it all riled up (a life-affirming maneuver that Casey only recently discovered for himself one early morning coffee run with Cass when they crossed paths with a nice lady and her wriggly baby pit bull) and Splinter is stepping back off the mat and Donnie is sliding his phone away. 

“Let me know if you need me to go easy on you, little brother,” Donnie says magnanimously. 

“You hatched four minutes before me,” Leo replies. His tone suggests this is an argument they’ve had at least one billion times. 

“No one likes a sore loser, Nardo.”

April makes a coughing, cackling sound, and then shouts, “Someone get ready to do the heimlich! My man’s gonna choke on that hypocrisy!” 

“APRIL, you were adopted and you can be replaced!” Donnie shouts back over everyone’s laughter. Casey feels like he’s sitting in the sun, surrounded on all sides by warmth and light. He was raised on the scraps of a ruined world, the scraps of love and joy that his family had left to offer him. They gave him everything they could, but he knew they were digging into the bottom of the well. Here, those things are a renewable resource. All the good just stretches and stretches and stretches forever. 

Master Leonardo was not a bitter person. But he was very rarely a happy one. Uncle Tello and Rapha were gone and Master Michelangelo was aging rapidly before his eyes, three times as quickly as he should have. April and mom and all the faces that Casey saw everyday were weary and worn thin, constantly braced for the next horrible thing to come. 

It heals something in Casey’s chest that he didn’t know was hurting to see them like this instead. A festering, years-old wound finally draining, finally given clean air and room to heal. April’s still heckling and Mikey is still draped over Casey, sturdy and boyish and the brightest thing for miles. Raphael is leaning against the wall, grinning, as eager to watch the show as everyone else. Splinter looks unrelentingly fond and also like he’s expecting this to be a trainwreck. 

In the second before Splinter calls the beginning of the match, Donnie’s eyes narrow suspiciously and he says, “Wait, what are you listening to?”

A shit-eating grin stretches across Leo’s face, and in lieu of answering out loud, he lifts a hand and dramatically finger-spells K-A-R-M-A. 

“Oooooooh,” Mikey and Raph and April all chorus delightedly. 

“Oh, goddammit,” Donnie bites out, visibly preparing to fight for his life. 

Then Splinter’s hands come down and the twins burst into movement. There are no weapons in their hands, it’s nowhere near as showy as their fight with the Krang had been, but it’s amazing in its own way. 

They’re fast, much faster than the masters of Casey’s timeline because they’re so little in comparison, lean and lithe and all gremlin energy. The two of them move like they know each other as well as their own selves, the blocks and blows meeting as if they were choreographed well in advance, and every step is so quick and so clean that Casey can barely follow it. Five minutes in, Leo’s eyes glow white and then Donnie’s do, and Donnie barks out a surprised laugh. 

Mikey yells, “No inside jokes that’s not fair!” 

“It’s a nice break from that song. I've heard him humming it in the back of my brain all day,” Raph says ruefully, then quickly holds his hands up when Leo’s head whips around in his direction. “No offense! I like it! Just not—not 16 times in a row, big guy.”

Splinter steps in the instant Leo winces, having landed too heavily on his bad leg after a showy flip. 

“Alright, silly melons, that’s enough. Match goes to neither of you because you play too much.” 

Whatever complaint the twins might have made is entirely forgotten as they turn to face their dad blankly. Donnie says, “I’m sorry, did you just call us silly melons?” 

“Melons are green, yes? And stupidly expensive at all times for no reason.” He pulls a paperback book out of the inner fold of his robe and thumbs through it. “Children like nicknames. The experts have said so.”

Looking torn between helpless confusion and hysterical laughter, Raph says, “What are you reading, pops?”

“Melons cost like $8 in Chinatown when they're in season, where the heck have you been shopping?” Mikey interjects loudly, shooting over the back of the couch like spending too much of the grocery fund on overpriced produce is the first and final straw. 

“Seriously, Splints, what are you reading?” April asks, trying to get the book from him. 

“Silly melons??” Donnie and Leo demand again. Training for the day is entirely derailed, though that might have been Splinter’s ploy in the first place. 

Master Leonardo wasn’t a bitter person. Despite the weight of the world on his shoulders and all the losses he carried around in his heart, Casey’s memories of him are good and warm and only bittersweet because of those final moments, and because of how much Casey misses him every day. Still—even if he was careful not to let it show—Casey knows that Master Leonardo didn’t have a lot of opportunities for joy. 

That’s the thing that’s taken the most getting used to here, Casey thinks, watching everyone. That’s the difference his family makes. This Leo doesn’t have to reach very far for a reason to smile. 

He glances over his shoulder and his smile widens to include Casey, and Casey hurries off the sidelines to join the rest of them. 

[honeysuckleharringtons]

Part Seven: "Pour Over" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: (Then) Between postpartum blues and her baby's needy coos, Reader's having a hard time adjusting to her new life. But she quickly learns that sometimes you get by with a little help from your friends. — (Now) After dealing with her fussy child all night, the last thing Reader wants is a complicated day at work. Luckily for her, a certain nurse knows just how to make her day a little easier.

Pairing: Nurse!Steve Harrington x Fem!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 1,640

Content Warning: postpartum talk, anxiety talk, mentions of vomit (nothing in detail though), very mild swearing, mild hospital talk, mentions of food, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: yall i am so so so sorry that this took me so long to finish, more on this later but rn all i have to say is the world's biggest apology 😭

Originally Written: 01/06/2024 through 01/23/2024 (i'm so sorry)

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[ Then, February of 1988 ]

At this point, you weren't sure how you hadn't died from sleep deprivation.

It had been a whole two weeks since the baby was born, and you were pretty sure you hadn't slept a wink since. One sleepless night had turned into two, and well… now you couldn't remember the last time you had slept.

The clock on the wall told you it was nearing three in the morning, the blackness outside the windows further proving that fact. The baby was once again crying, and no amount of midnight feedings or diaper changes or rocking her in the rocking chair had done the trick. You were warned about colic, but nothing could've prepared you for what it would be like in real time.

Another new nightly ritual was a tired Joyce stumbling into your bedroom, eyes heavy and feet shuffling. You knew exactly what she had in mind, but your Byers genes were far too stubborn to accept her offer.

“Mom, we're fine,” you insisted from your spot in the rocking chair. But even you knew that to the naked eye, you surely didn't look fine. Unwashed hair, blanket tossed messily over your lap, purple spots nearly black underneath your eyes.

Joyce just sighed from her spot in the doorway. “Honey, you are clearly not fine. Don't take this the wrong way but you're a mess.” The comment almost hurt you, though you supposed you appreciated your mother's honesty.

“I'll be okay,” you insisted. “It's not my first sleepless night.”

She moved to sit on the edge of your bed, across from the newly placed rocking chair and crib. “That's the problem, honey. You need sleep. You can't properly be there for her if you-”

“I can't leave her.”

“Don't get enough sleep and-”

“Mom, I can't-”

“You need to eat something too, honey. I mean, when was the last time you-”

“Mom!” you raised your voice this time, effectively cutting her off. “I cannot leave this baby.”

Joyce let out a long sigh, running a hand through her already messy hair. “If you don't take proper care of yourself, exhaustion is gonna hit you like a freight train. Then what?”

You supposed she might be right. But still, her comments couldn't make you see past your postpartum anxiety, worst case scenarios running rampant through your mind.

“What if something happens to her while I'm asleep?” you asked, voice weak. “Or what if she thinks I left her, just like…” you couldn't finish the statement before tears began to prick your eyes.

“Y/N, you know that me and Will would never let anything happen to this baby.” You could tell by her tone that she was being genuine, though both of you knew her words were useless when it came to your anxiety. “We love both of you. We would never let anything happen to her.”

Tears pricked your eyes as your panicked thoughts ran rampant. “What about Dad?”

She nearly fell off the bed after hearing your question. “Dad? What does Lonnie have to do with-”

“I keep having this weird feeling in my gut that Dad is gonna try something with her,” you explained, tears fully soaking your cheeks now. “Like he's going to try and take her from me.”

“I would never let that happen.” Joyce's words weren't a suggestion. She said them with such finality that you were tempted to believe her. “Lonnie walked out of here seven years ago. He hasn't gotten in here yet and I will make damn sure he doesn't get in now.”

Your heart was racing a million beats a minute. You weren't really sure why—other than postpartum anxiety—that Lonnie had been on your mind. But just the thought of him sent shivers up your spine and tears down your face.

Clinging harder to the bundle in your arms, careful not to hurt her but still holding her closer, you rocked gently in the chair in hopes of calming both yourself and the baby. Her cries had yet to subside, if anything they'd just grown louder.

“Mom, I'm so scared,” you finally broke. Even you could hear the weakness, the brokenness, the defeat in your voice. “What if I'm doing this all wrong?”

Joyce stood again, with that same finality as her words from earlier. “I'm not here to tell you how to raise your baby. You're the mother now and you know what's best for you and her,” she started, the words stern but gentle. “But I am here to give you advice as a mother myself. Babies can sense things. Maybe she's upset because you're upset.”

And with that, Joyce was stepping toward the door, reaching for knob, and then-

“Okay.” The word came out as defeated as you felt. “I'll let you have her just long enough for me to shower and eat something.”

She turned to face you with a small smile, not one of smugness or one of someone proving a point, but one that showed you that she was simply just glad to help you out. She left a soft kiss on your forehead as she took the baby from your arms, quickly taking your place in the rocking chair as you headed over to your dresser.

“Mom?”

Her smile went a little sideways as she looked up from the baby to you. “Yeah?”

“I love you. Don't ever forget that, okay?”

With a small nod, Joyce replied, “I won't. Don't you forget that I ditto.” A phrase that had been around since you were little. You weren't sure who started it, but in this moment you were thankful for it, five letters meaning the absolute world to you.

You walked over, leaving a peck to the prickly hairs you'd been seeing so much of these days, warmth filling the entire expanse of your body. “I love you, bub.”

“I'm sure she dittos you too, honey.”

[ Now, January of 1992 ]

A loud yawn sounded from the other side of the counter, breaking you from your own mess of sleepy thoughts. “Me too,” you chuckled as you looked up, a yawn slipping between your own lips. Dark hair and round glasses met you, purple spots thick underneath his eyes. “You look about as tired as I feel.”

Steve chuckled, shaking his head. “I wouldn't have known it if you hadn't mentioned it,” he said. A crease formed between your brows as you wondered what he meant. “You look as nice as you always do.”

He set a new record for how quickly he'd ever made butterflies go off inside you. “Careful, Doc, or I'll think you're flirting with me,” you said through the crimson blush that had started to appear on your cheeks.

“Sorry,” he said sarcastically, “Must be the sleep deprivation from the double I just pulled.”

You cringed at his words, knowing all too well what that felt like. “I know the feeling. I might as well have pulled my own double after staying up all night with my dau-”

The word got caught in your throat as you realized what you were about to say. “Dog,” you covered quickly, hoping your lie flew over Steve's head.

On the outside, you were hoping to appear calm and cool. On the inside, you were face palming. You'd been sleep deprived many times before, considering you once had a baby on your hands who had colic from the day she was born. Not to mention being a mother made you miss sleep in many ways of its own. But you couldn't recall a time where you'd been so sleep deprived that you almost spilled your biggest secret to a practical stranger, much less a practical stranger who you were actively avoiding telling the secret to.

“I didn't know you had a dog,” Steve said with furrowed brows, his voice bringing you back to reality.

Even though you hated to lie to him, you were thankful that your job had given you the ability to think fast. “Yeah, she must've eaten something she wasn't supposed to. She was up all night throwing up.” The real story was that Mandy had snuck into the kitchen to eat the rest of her leftover Christmas candy after you told her not to, but Steve didn't have to know that.

“Plain rice helps.”

His reaction caught you off guard. “Huh?”

“Plain rice can help a dog's upset stomach,” he explained. “If it keeps happening though, you should definitely take her to a vet.”

Steve's suggestion was oddly sweet, and honestly tugged at your heartstrings a little bit. “Thank you for the tip. Out of curiosity though, how do you know about caring for a sick dog?”

His broad shoulders shrugged, and you tried not to drool at the sight of them. “I almost went to vet school. Boy, would that have made my dad mad. Not that med school has made him any less angry.” As if realizing he was rambling, an awkward chuckle slipped between his lips and he turned his attention to the menu. “You didn't ask. Anyway, what do you recommend?”

“Nice try,” you answered, rolling your eyes. “But for you, I recommend going home and getting some sleep.”

Steve chuckled, and the sound went straight to your belly. “Hey, you don't have to tell me twice. I just pulled a double and I have to be back on campus for classes in about five hours.”

Part of you wanted to tell him to just take the night off and get some rest. Another part of you wanted to drive him home yourself and tuck him in. “I do not envy you,” you giggled. “To answer your original question though, how does a strawberry smoothie sound?”

He met you with a closed-lip smile, one that had started to feel so comforting and oh so familiar these days. “That sounds perfect.”

So this is about a month late...

I want to apologize for being gone with no announcement or explanation. Lots of things have happened in the past couple weeks that have taken a severe toll on my mental health and I just haven't really had the time to write, much less the energy.

I am feeling a little better and I have talked to my boss about my hours so I'm hoping that'll help somewhat. I really miss giving you guys content and I miss interacting with you guys.

Anyway, I hope you're all doing well! ❤️

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𓅨 Dreamswept Masterlist

Dreamswept: In which Dream’s imprisonment brings out his darker side. Y/N’s mother works for the Burgess’s as a nurse, and after stumbling across what is hidden beneath Fawny Rig’s mortars one summer, Y/N’s life will never be the same. A darkness has attached itself to her and no matter how long she is kept from the Endless in the basement, he has not forgotten her kindness and brief moments of comfort. No, he has not forgotten, and now he craves it. 

Warnings: Explicit Language, Dubious Explicit Content (Unprotected Sex Is A No No), Breeding Kink, Morpheus Baby Fever (Morpheus Wants To Be A Daddy Again), Manipulated Reader, Major Mind Fuckery, Gore (Brief Injury), Blood Magic (That I Made Up), Child!Reader Makes a Deal With Morpheus (Without Knowing the Consequences), Morpheus Latches Onto The First Scrap of Kindness He Can Get (And Will Never Let Go). 

To Note: Dark!Morpheus/Dream x Female!Reader, Inspired by 'Claiming His Queen' by @moonmaiden1996 (Go Read It!).

(Overall) Total Word Count: ~37.8k

Legend:

🖤 = Dark Material

❗ = Explicit Sexual Material

𓅨 Chapter One

𓅨 Chapter Two

𓅨 Chapter Three

𓅨 Chapter Four

𓅨 Chapter Five

𓅨 Chapter Six

𓅨 Chapter Seven 🖤❗

𓅨 Chapter Eight

𓅨 Chapter Nine

𓅨 Chapter Ten 🖤❗

𓅨 Chapter Eleven 🖤❗

𓅨 Chapter Twelve

𓅨 Chapter Thirteen 🖤❗

𓅨 Chapter Fourteen 🖤❗

𓅨 Chapter Fifteen 🖤❗

Date Published: 9/24/22

Date Completed: Completed

Last Edit: 4/22/23

Morpheus/Dream Masterlist

[murphy-kitt]

Tabletop - Ectoberhaunt Day 6

AO3 Link (TBA)

Tags: Angst, Blood and Injury

Angela Foley seeks out Phantom to get a deeper introspection on him than the invincible hero the media portrays him as.

Whenever Phantom appears on the television screen, Angela has to look away.

She can’t help it.

A majority of the time the news will be broadcasting a segment about the newest ghost fight, as if—as if it’s some sort of action shot for a sequence.

As if it’s not a clearly dead teenager being thrown into buildings, sliced at, shot at, on a daily basis. 

Perhaps her eyes are more observant to it — being a nurse for over fifteen years, with a teenager son of a similar age to the spectre. Possibly a mix of both.

But Phantom—does he have anyone?

Just because he’s a ghost doesn’t mean he can’t have communications—of course he might choose to keep them anonymous. Amity Park’s media can be a powerful thing.

Does he have anyone to tend to his wounds? Anyone who will sit down and support him, listen to him in his lament of a rescue gone wrong? Anyone who prevents him from believing the hurtful insults that get thrown at him each day?

Something in the pit of her stomach tells her he doesn’t.

A few days later — she finds her opportunity.

She finds him in an alleyway. The ectoplasm is a seeping, neon trail across the ground, some handprints smeared on brick to where it collects in a big pool. Phantom’s slumped just behind it, curled up in a tiny ball, one hand clenched to his chest, eyes closed.

It’s not the blood-ectoplasm that alarms her, it never is. Her job has managed to render her unafflicted at even the most fatal bleeding. No.

It’s Phantom himself. Yes, she’s been aware of his childlike appearance and the media’s desensitisation to his injuries, but now it’s different. Inhaling deeply, Angela takes in his appearance. Up close, the reality hits her. Phantom is just a child.

A child that is so far out of his depth, now crumpled and tossed into an alleyway like a discarded piece of paper. As if he’s nothing. And Phantom, well, he’s none the wiser, green eyes searching the alleyway dazedly. As if this is just a common occurrence, and Angela supposes it is for him. 

She watches him a bit longer. Perhaps this type of treatment even transcended to his former life, when he was alive. Maybe it’s all he’s ever known. Maybe…she’s the first person to consider him the way she does. A child in need of help. Not some sort of revelled superhero.

“Wha??” Phantom blinks though bleary eyes as he catches her in his eyesight. He grips the floor and wriggles, but fails in pulling himself back. His body turns blueish for a few brief seconds, before he hisses in pain, clutching his wound.

The ectoplasm trickles faster now.

“Please, Phantom. I’m not here to hurt you.” She reassures quickly, incase he tries another escaping act.

He blinks again, eyes flaring a poisonous green. Whether in shock or a warning, she can’t tell.

Hesitantly she steps forward, pulling her handbag from her shoulder. It’s always got an array of bandages and stitches just incase she stumbles into a situation like this. As she does, Phantom seems to wither, pulling his hand away and showing the extent of the injury. Angela can still feel the searing gaze on her, though.

But it’s all the sign she needs to get to work. Angela focuses, examining the wound up and down. Instinctively, her hand goes to Phantom’s neck, trying to feel for a pulse under the cold skin, to see if the blood loss has any affect.

“Imma ghost…” Phantom slurs, trying to push her hand away.

And Angela would be inclined to agree, if she hadn't just felt a sluggish pulse under her hand.

A ghost having a pulse? She blanches at the thought, taking out a gauze packet from her bag. With trembling hands she undoes the wrapper, pressing the fabric to his chest. And now at a further glance, the ectoplasm has specks of red.

Why does he have a pulse? Is this why he’s so…different? Is he alive? Possessing someone?

To Angela’s relief, the trickle of ectoplasm begins to settle, the gauze now steeped with green and rusty-red flecks.

“You might be a…ghost.” She says, trying to cover the hesitation, “But you still deserve help, Phantom.”

“No-one ever does.” the ghost mumbles incoherently, shifting his head sideways to look at the concrete floor. “No-one helps a ghost like me.”

A ghost like him? Are there different species of ghost?

“Well, I’m here. And I want to help you, I promise.” Angela removes the gauze from the wound, trying to not show her trembling hands as she takes a needle and suture thread.

“I know.” Phantom’s gaze averts to her shyly before looking back at the concrete. “You’re a nurse.”

“W—what?” Her shock prevails as she nearly drops the needle, “How’d you know that?”

“Uh—uh.” Phantom seems to go even paler than before, his hands now more interesting than focusing on her. “You were there when I saved that girl, remember? You were in the ambulance.”

Angela does remember it, yes. The first time she’d interacted with Phantom up close, and the time she'd realised he wasn’t an invincible hero. The time she’d started looking closer.

“Is she okay?” After a short silence, Phantom sheepishly questions, “The girl?”

“Yes.” Angela nods, keen to alleviate his worry, “She was in hospital overnight and had a few grazes dressed, but she was fine.”

“That’s good.” The ghost hmms in response, flinching fully when she inserts the needle through his skin.

“Sorry. I should’ve warned you.” Angela frowns. “The needle is going through now. Tell me if you need to stop.”

“It’s fine. I’m used to it.” He brushes it off, waving a hand absentmindedly.

“How often do you stitch yourself up?” She inquires, wondering if he’ll respond. Phantom is very enigmatic, after all.

“Hmm. A lot. Don’t really have anyone else, you see?” Phantom shrugs, wincing as he does so. “I don’t want them to see how bad the injuries are so I do them myself.”

“You shouldn’t have to suffer like this.” The words spurt out without meaning to, leaving Phantom blinking owlishly at her.

”What—what do you mean?” He treads carefully, gnawing the corner of his lip.

“It might be normal to you Phantom, and don’t start with ‘I’m a ghost’, you shouldn’t be getting injuries like this, bleeding out yourself. You’re barely, what, fifteen?” “Fourteen.” He ducks his head away, “And it’s not like I’ve got a choice.”

Angela nearly drops the needle for a second time. God, only fourteen. Her son’s age. She wonders what age Phantom would be now, how long ago he died.

But he’s still got a heartbeat. She remembers the faint pulse under her fingertips. What does that mean? Is he still alive and no one knows?

The curiosity within Angela to find out this medical anomaly is dying to get free, but she bites her tongue. If Phantom wanted this known, then he would’ve told her or made the knowledge known to Amity.

In fact, something like this would probably get him in more danger, wouldn’t it? An anomaly. A rarity.

Instead, she follows the olive branch Phantom’s given her.

”Why do you feel like you don’t have a choice?” Two more stitches. She’s nearly done.

”Have you seen the other ghost hunters? The GIW?! I mightn’t get along with the other ghosts well but no one deserves that treatment. And the Fenton’s—well, the inventions are good but they hunt only a fraction of the attacks. I’m always there first.”

He's right. It pains to think, but it's true. Phantom is always there, every second of every fight. And if the pulse indicates anything, it's the possibility of a human life. A teenager sacrificing everything in his own life for Amity's safety. The mention of the other ghosts not liking him is interesting—is it due to his difference that he might be excluded in some way?

You can't think like this, Angela. Falling into the bias like others in Amity have done. See the ghosts as nothing but interesting—specimens—something to watch for entertainment. A hiss of pain stops her right in her tracks. Phantom's shoulders are hunched in further, one hand reaching for where the needle is. 

Where the needle is jauntily stabbing into his skin. Amongst her internal monologue she's gotten distracted.

"It's fine-" Phantom stutters, but Angela shakes her head.

"Not it's not Phantom. I'm supposed to help you, not hurt you."

"I've heard that one before." He quips, giving a quick bark of dry laughter as he tilts his head back. "Not you. Just-people. Before.”

He's vague, and Angela doesn't blame him. The clear implications of his past life are shining right through, the rawness still clear in his put-on laughter. How many times have the quips and sarcasm actually been a coping mechanism? What if that was the cause in the death of a teenage boy?

But there's still one problem. The pulse. He must be still living—to some degree. Or it's a power, a type of ghostly pulse. A ghost-human hybrid sounds ridiculous. 

And if he's still living, that means he's still enduring whatever is happening to him.

"Before?" Angela's mouth goes dry. One final stitch. She ties the thread. "Before you...became a ghost?"

"Yep." Phantom clarifies, propping himself back on shaky elbows. The ectoplasm remnants have dried to his suit, leaving a crystalized waterfall of green down his chest and on the ground. "They were meant to protect me. And I know they mean well—but—but sometimes I just wish they would take one second to actually pause and look. Stop and think instead of jumping into everything. Because I'm right here—I have been for over a year." The ghost hiccups, bringing a glove to glimmering eyes, "I just wish they would look and see me."

"Your parents?" Angela feels a chill go down her spine as she asks the fomented question. Anything involving a ghost's previous life is risky, but it feels wrong to leave him dwindling in the silence.

"Mhm." The ghost nods, slowly dragging his knees to his chest. His green eyes stare off somewhere behind her, contemplating things. "Sometimes I wonder how no one’s noticed. I thought it'd be obvious at first, when I first...became Phantom. I thought they’d connect the dots. But no one ever did. And—and then I realised it was because no one had cared enough about me to bother.”

She doesn't know what to say. Can't say anything. Just sits there and lets the ghost wallow, more green tears streaming down his cheeks.

"I take it they don't know who you are?" Angela inquires, depositing the needle and remaining thread back into her bag. She cringes outwardly. Of course they don't know he's Phantom.

"No." Phantom hiccups, a small flash of a smile on his face. "I thought that'd be pretty obvious." His mood sinks again as he looks at the pavement. "I've come so so close to telling them, telling everyone. But I'm tired. I'm tired and sick of ruining my life—afterlife for this. Tired of being some sort of superhero to everyone, being shot at, injured. I can't take it. I wish I'd never walked into that stupid fucking portal."

His voice tapers off into an angered hiss at the end, but the words are still clear as day.

Portal.

Only one family in Amity had a portal. Only one family in Amity had two bumbling adults who despite being degree level qualified in ectobiology, wouldn't see a ghost if it was haunting their own house. A family which had one son, who a year ago had mysteriously become withdrawn, cold and hesitant. Who'd drawn away from his closest friends and family. 

"Danny?" Angela stutters.

A shaky nod is her only reply.

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A/N: Day 4 and 5 I’ll be writing over the weekend! :) I know this one-shot doesn’t really match the prompt but I’d ran out of prompts which I hadn’t planned something for.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Teen dad eddie??

Love love love love love love love love this. Not completely proofread cuz I've got a killer migraine :)

This is four times in Eddies dad-hood that I just think are staple moments.

"H-holy shit, she looks like a little alien!" Eddie gasps beside me, looking at the small child in my arms as the nurses work to clean her up carefully. I'm out of breath and my whole body hurts at this point but there's an overall sense of relief that fills the room now that she's finally out and safe.

"Eddie! She's your daughter!"

"And I'm sure I looked like an alien too." He giggles, reaching down to rest his hand on my sweaty forehead, leaning down to capture my lips in a small kiss. "She's a cute alien." He whispers and tilts his head to look at her, our baby scrunching her nose cutely.

"How you feeling momma?" The doctor asks me with a soft smile, looking between me and the baby and then to Eddie.

"Hanging in there, still can't feel half of my body so I'm feeling pretty good." I snort, taking a deep breath in and brushing my thumb over the infant's forehead.

"What are you doing to name her?" At the nurses question, I look up to Eddie for support, knowing how excited he was to have the final say between a few names. He was more than excited for our first child, though an accident, to be a girl.

Giving him a final nod, he grins proudly before turning to the nurse who holds the birth certificate in her hands.

"Beth." Looking down at her, I can see how she'd be a Beth and I can picture years down the line, a head of hair like Eddie's and gleaming, bright eyes. It's a perfect name.

"Like the Kiss song?" The nurse asks with a laugh, the other doctors and nurses sharing a similar look and a chuckle.

"That's the one."

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"Are you sure this is safe- what if she falls?" Eddie asks, holding Beth tightly to his chest as she stumbles on her chubby legs. We've been trying- well, I've been trying- to get her to take her few steps for a few days now but she seems to want nothing to do with walking unless her dad is there to watch her every move.

"Eddie, she has to learn how to walk. We've gotta just give her a little space and she if she does it." I smile, reaching forward to take Beth in my arms before scooting a bit away from him. He bites anxiously at his lip, watching my every move and holding back a cringed smile when I stand Beth on her feet facing him.

She wobbles a bit but eventually gains her stability, turning her head to look back at me as some curls fall into her line of sight. I just brush them away and give her a big smile, pointing past her to Eddie.

"Go to dada, okay? He's got you." I whisper, catching the soft smile that spreads across Eddie's lips. He holds his hands out to her, loving the giggle that escapes her and she takes a tentative step forward.

Eddie and I seem to hold our breath as she sets her foot down, Eddie's eyes widening as she continues to keep her balance, picking up her other foot to take another step. I cheer quietly to myself, not wanting to spook her out of her journey but to see her finally take a step, especially with the both of us here- it's huge.

By the time she gets into Eddie's arms, he's squealing, scooping her up in his strong arms and bopping her gently.

"Yay baby!"

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"Eddie, seriously, we haven't had a proper date night together since Beth was born. She'll be more than okay- look!" I point out the car window at the porch where Wayne stands with Beth in his arms, bopping her up with a huge smile on both of their faces.

As Eddie pulls away from the trailer, I can see the anxiety on his face so I just reach over, placing my hand on his thigh with a soft smile.

"I promise you. We're gonna go out and have fun and by the time we come home, she'll be sound asleep." He nods slowly, not completely believing me but he seems to relax a bit under my touch. "Plus, I'll make it worth your while." My fingers linger a bit on his thigh and he brakes a little too violently at the red light above us before turning to look at me, suddenly breathless.

I'd be stupid to ignore the way he's been looking at me in my dress and I'd be even more stupid to ignore the fact that I've been thirsting over him since we hit the six week postpartum stage. But he's been so careful, not wanting to hurt me.

"Oh really?" He asks with a deadpanned look, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel nervously. His brown eyes flicker back and forth between mine as I smirk devilishly. "Stop looking at me like that, Beth does not need a sibling right now." I know that it's meant as a joke but his tone couldn't be further from joking. His jaw grits as his eyes return to the road, ignoring the way my dress moves against my thighs as my body turns to him.

"It wouldn't be right now, it would be in nine months, Eds." I reach over to slip my hand around his shoulders, playing with the short curls on the back of his neck. He shivers under my touch and tries to shoo me away but I hold my ground.

"Stop trying to seduce me." He laughs breathlessly, shifting in his seat as he sends me a desperate look. "It won't work, I'm stronger than that."

He was indeed not stronger than that.

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"Oh, are you her siblings?" The teacher looks between Eddie and I and then down to Beth who grins up at the older lady. My stomach drops at the question, not expecting the weirdest one to be the first one asked right off the bat.

After sharing an exasperated look with Eddie, I sigh. "N-No we're her parents." The woman pales and swallows violently before faking a smile and nodding her head.

"That's nice- alright, well, she'll be out at two today and we'll call you if we have any issues." She takes the intake papers from me with skeptical eyes, looking back and forth between Eddie and I as we kneel down to Beth's level.

"You behave alright baby?" I fix her hair and straighter her dress as Eddie sighs sadly next to me. This was harder on him than it was on anyone else and he's been dreading this day. But with our work schedules getting more busy with the need for more money to afford having a toddler, we had no choice but to find a good school for her to go and spend time at.

"Okay, mama." She smiles, reaching out to wrap her arms around my neck in a tight squeeze. "Watch dada." She whispers and a bright smile takes over my face and I look to Eddie who just smiles sadly. That was her thing, to tell me to 'watch' Eddie as if he needs to be watched- as if he was a kid like her.

"She'll keep an eye on me, bug. Don't you worry." Eddie quickly steals Beth away from me and scoops her up into his arms, a loud giggle leaving her. "Dada loves you." He whispers, his bittersweet gaze never leaving mine as he clings to his little girl.

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[turvi]

Scarred Hands and Broken Hearts

WARNING: ALLUSIONS TO SEX,DEATH

Y/n looked out her window. The waning gibbous overlooked her luxurious mansion. The mansion she now called her home, was filled with overpriced antiques and paintings. But she still didn't feel like she belonged.

Her husband is still not back from his "work". She knew very well why he would not return from his "work" on many days. William was a good-looking man she accepted. But he would gladly have all the girls he meets sleep on his bed except his own wife.

She was a shell of a person she used to be. Her pureblood status was a curse on her life.

His soft green eyes and scarred hands still haunt her senses as if it was just yesterday she was in his arms. She simply missed his feeling. She missed her Remus. She couldn't cry..she had shed all her tears this past week. How was she going to spend her life like this?

She traced the beads on the bracelet Remus had given her just before her wedding after they had spent one last night together. She heard the creak of the entrance door. Sounds of giggling and shushing echoed in the hall. Silent tears fell down her cheeks as she heard his door lock. Her heart wrenched at the unfamiliar female voice that called out his name in pleasure.

Y/n kept looking out of her window humming the song Remus would sing to her every night as they regained their breath after their lovemaking. Those were the moments she missed the most. She missed how possessively he would hold her..the feeling of his hot breath on her neck..the feeling of his calloused fingers...him.

The following day with the sunrise her life had taken a turn for the worse. She was dizzy and sick the whole day and finally decided to go to a healer. Pregnant.

She stared at the healer who was beaming in happiness. Y/n knew clear as day who the child belonged to. Knowing she didn't spend one night with William she knew Remus was the father.

She waited to reach home. She clung to the kitchen counter as she bawled her eyes out. No one will accept this child..not William..he never loved her. Not Remus...he probably moved on.

Obviously, William found out and quickly connected the dots. William used this excuse to finally kick her out of the home. She took all her belongings and roamed aimlessly around the streets of London.

She stumbled on a familiar street. Too familiar for her liking. She stared at the door upon an overused doormat that she had stumbled on many nights like this. She recognized the dreamcatcher on Remus' window that she had gifted him on his birthday after he complained of having nightmares.

It became harder to swallow for her. At the sudden sound of the thunder she flinched but she couldn't run. She didn't want to give up on the child. It was the last reminder of her love.

She walked away as it started to downpour. She went to the only place she could think of right now. She softly knocked on the door. After 15 minutes the door opens to a person she had always looked up to.

"Minnie" Y/n whispered as she collapsed into the professor's arm. McGonagall immediately took Y/n in. Minerva worried for Y/n even though she was an ex-student. She knew about her and Remus. She was the shoulder the boy wept on.

When Y/n regained consciousness Minerva wanted to tell her so much. Tell her how Remus would every now and then would turn up to her and confide in her. How he had not taken any other lover after Y/n.

But y/n's health started declining as time passed. She asked Minerva not to tell Remus about the child. The older woman simply nodded her head not able to see y/n in her eyes.

9 months later y/n was in labour. Minerva paced across the wooden floor nervously. Y/n screamed in pain as she held the nurse's hand tightly sweat forming on her forehead.

Before she could push again she felt the nurse leave her hand. How did she not hear him come in? Remus Lupin now stood in place of the nurse holding y/n's hand. He caressed her head as she kept pushing the baby out.

His heart broke, even more, looking at her right now than it did on her wedding day. He almost didn't recognize her. His sunshine had lost her light.

They couldn't stop looking at each other. She smiled for the first time in months. Only breaking eye contact as they heard the baby wailing in the room.

The healer declared "It's a girl". They chuckled in joy. Remus sat by her side caressing her forehead...until he noticed her body getting stiff...her eyes losing the remaining light.

Remus's ear rang as the world faded in the background. He watched in shock as the nurses tried to bring her back. Her lifeless eyes looked at him as he collapsed on the floor.

He had lost her..again. And this time it hurt even more. He was so lost he didn't even realize Minerva holding him until the healer had closed y/n's eyes.

He held onto Minerva wailing. His wailing had broken Minerva more. She didn't even know if she could comfort him now.

Hours later Remus held the child. The child they had promised to raise together. How they had mockingly argued over names.

He looked down at the baby. She had her nose and eyes. He ruefully chuckled at how y/n had wanted their child to look like him. But now he was just glad that he would see a glimpse of his one true love in his daughter. He kissed her forehead and made a silent promise to always be there for her and protect her.

He named her a name y/n always loved. Something she never had in her life

Hope

3 years later

Remus chuckled as Hope stumbled but quickly straightened up by herself "I'm ok"

He remembered how his daughter had picked up the klutzy behavior of his wife. That's how he liked to remember y/n. He even wore a ring even though they never vowed to be together. He had left a ring on her grave as a sign that he will always be hers.

Hope ate the breakfast as she reminded her father "Did you get flowers for Mum?"

Remus smiled "I did it's on the coffee table"

"Come on Papa we are gonna be late"

"ok. ok easy tiger" Remus chuckled as they sat in the car.

As they reached the rusty gates of the cemetery Hope held his hand. Knowing it is a difficult day for him.

"I am sorry you have to start your birthday in such a macabre way" Remus sighed

Hope immediately shook her head "but mama will feel alone if we don't meet her"

Remus wiped his tears and picked Hope up with a grunt. His backache acting up again ever since he lost y/n.

He put down Hope so she could put the flowers on Y/n's grave. They both soon masaid their goodbyes. Remus makes a silent wish to her to wait for him. To meet him in the next life.

A/N: Damn that was dramatic. Anyways REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED

[written-in-flowers]

Can you do one where Alicent sees Aemond with the twins and realizes that he’s their father not Aegon and her reaction? AemondxHealana

She originally came to see the children. Jaeheryes and Jaehera were her only grandchildren, and she adored them. Alicent expected to find the two playing with their nurse, while Helaena sat off to the side, watching over them and talking to them. However, she found a different scene when she arrived to their nursery.

The twins were playing, as expected, but not with their nurse. She found Aemond sitting between them, a few toys scattered around as the twins played. Aemond, wearing his usual dark clothes, blond hair tied behind his back and eyepatch covering his missing eye, he appeared so out of place in the bright room. He smiled, a thing he rarely did, as Jaeheryes showed him a wooden dragon and made a soft roaring noise. Aemond responded with his own dragon, the both of them making the toys fight. Little Jaehera got his attention next, putting her doll to his cheek to pretend to kiss him. Alice smiled fondly. These moments became so rare nowadays, with uncertainty and fear hanging in the air. Once Viserys died, Rhaenyra would come into power, and take all of this away from her.

As she observed, she noticed something. It is subtle. A person might miss it if they didn't focus too much, but it was there all the same. Jaeheryes and Jaehera are meant to be Aegon's children by his sister-wife Helaena. By all accounts, they had the blond hair and violet eyes of the Targaryen line. The twins both had Helaena's ears and lips; Jaehera inherited her light freckles across the bridge of her nose and Jaeheryes had her ears. But, their noses...their noses reminded her of somebody else. Aemond's nose became rather distinctive as he grew. Sharp and narrow, it became a prominent feature when one saw him from the side. Jaeheryes and Jaehera both had a similar nose, only smaller and not as long. Alicent eyed them closely. They had his ears as well, which were hidden by their golden strands. Helaena and Aegon both had the white blond hair of Valyria, but Aemond's came out a light shade of gold...something the twins shared as well.

No. No, it couldn't be. These are only features that must've passed down through some other line. She was being ridiculous. Aemond would never...

Helaena looked up from her embroidery to glance over at them. Aemond must've felt her staring and looked back. Neither of them noticed their mother standing in the dark, watching them. There was no mistaking it. The few seconds the two siblings gazed at each other was full of love and fondness. She can easily chalk it up to them being fond of one another; they'd been rather close as children, finding comfort in one another when Aegon wasn't around.

And Aegon wasn't around a lot.

She felt silly. Aemond might love his sister, but he'd never go that extra step when she was married. Alicent thought back to Helaena's wedding; she'd been anxious and scared to marry Aegon, the older brother who detested her. Only Aemond calmed her. A breath hitched in her throat. Aegon had gotten drunk that night. He'd stumbled away from the party and was found the following morning curled up underneath the kitchen table. He’d not gone to his quarters with his wife. Alicent recalled Helaena growing sleepy during the reception, and Aemond carrying her off like a child. Everyone knew no chance of consummation would happen that night, but it’d happen eventually. Aemond couldn’t have possibly done anything. Helaena wouldn’t let him. They didn’t. They wouldn’t. They can’t. If they did, then any accusation or word they’d made against Rhaenyra and her children is pure hypocrisy. They knew how she’d feel if they’d done it. It’s against everything their family believes. 

Yet, the twins resembled Aemond more than his brother. She immediately thought back to all the time she’d found Aemond and Helaena alone. They’d always been in a quiet, secluded place; no people around, only them two. No curious, wandering eyes. No whispers or rumors. Nobody can claim it, if nobody suspects them in the first place. 

She decided she was being foolish. She is. They’d never do such a thing. 

It reminded her of another couple she knew, and her heart immediately shut it back out. 

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this one! I believe Alicent would totally try to convince herself she’s imagining things, and I loved getting to write that here! Thanks! 

[asliceoftoast]

part 3 of playing pretend alsoooo i am currently scrounging through my tumblr to see what i've posted and publishing those fics on ao3 so i don't end up double posting. so if you see me spamming ao3... i apologize in advance (´ ∀ ` *)

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Catherine looked out into the crowd, a donor rambling about something to her left. She noticed the trauma surgeon dancing with one of the many men who were eyeing her tonight, but she didn’t see her son. Scanning the room, she searched for her child on the dance floor. Then, by the food. When she didn’t see him, she turned her attention towards the darkened bar. There she saw Jackson nursing his drink, eyes trained back out to the center of the room, to April.

She tried to hide her smirk behind her glass. She had really outdone herself. 

The two landed in Boston earlier this morning, after spending the night in Ohio. They would have flown out immediately after April’s reunion if the Kepner matriarch hadn’t spotted Jackson waiting for her daughter outside as she grabbed her luggage. Karen had brought the plastic surgeon into her home, sweet as ever, and killed him with a little midwestern hospitality.

Catherine had met the two on the tarmac, waiting for them in her limo. They had stumbled off the plane weary from the hectic events of the day prior, not knowing what they were about to walk into.

April smiled warmly at Catherine despite the anxious energy radiating off of her in waves. She took in the moment and absorbed her mentor and icon’s presence as Jackson kissed his mother’s cheek and mumbled something about always being trapped in her antics. By the time Jackson asked her why she wanted the two in Boston, the driver pulled up in front of the Avery estate. Jackson stepped out of the car, expecting the two women to follow, but the car sped off leaving him alone in the dust. Her phone vibrated, surely Jackson complaining over text, but Catherine trusted that her assistant could handle him.

With her phone on silent and the man in question out of the car, Catherine dragged his best friend off on a bit of retail therapy. There was no way she would let the trauma surgeon attend an Avery Foundation Gala without the proper attire. It didn’t hurt that when she pried and asked all the intrusive questions Jackson griped about, April tried her best to answer, and even when she couldn’t, Catherine could read the young doctor like an open book. The questions were just for fun. All it took was just one look for Catherine to confirm what she knew this whole time. From the way April looked at her son, she knew he had a chance.

Now, illuminated under the floor lights, the normally shy surgeon glowed brightly. Her hair flowed down to her back in loose, fiery waves. The delicate diamonds in her jewelry caught the lights and flickered back to the audience. The black dress Catherine had chosen fit April perfectly and showed a little skin. It was sleeveless and tight, something she knew would drive her son crazy.

Slowly, she approached Jackson at the bar, effortlessly ending the conversation with the man droning on about budgets as she walked. He didn’t notice her presence, too busy mentally strangling the promising surgeon who had the pleasure of dancing with April.

“Are you going to do something about that?” she asked into the lip of her champagne flute. Jackson stopped staring daggers into the man for a second to look at his mother. Realization flitted across his face.

“Wha-”

“I always know, Jackson. I’m your mother.” Jackson huffed beside her, peeved his mother was inserting herself in his love life again.

“I can’t. She’s…” he hesitated, “April.”

Catherine rolled her eyes. When has Jackson Avery not chased after a woman he liked? The two returned to watching the dance floor and back out at the redhead dancing in another man’s arms. April smiled at the blond, leaning in to say something and blushing as his hands dropped to the small of her back. Jackson clenched his fist, resisting the urge to pry the surgeon’s hands off his best friend and off the place where he had his hand last night.

“If you don’t do anything, Jackson, you’re more of an idiot than I raised you to be.” His brows pinched, a frown etched into his face as his mother patted his cheek. Catherine sauntered off, a donor quickly joining her side as the two discussed one of the foundation’s many projects.

Jackson tightened his grip around his cup, fingertips turning white with the pressure. Taking a deep breath in, he chugged the remaining amber liquid and made his way to the dance floor. 

He avoided the other couples dancing to the song the live band was playing, sidestepping every couple of seconds. He heard her giggle, her tiny frame hidden away behind the blond’s broad shoulders. 

Jackson cleared his throat, shaking off the jealousy that started surging its way through his veins. She caught sight of him first, feet stopping as she met his gaze.

“Jackson,” April sighed breathlessly.

It was now or never. 

“Can I steal my girlfriend away for a second?” Jackson sent a poisonous smile to the other surgeon. The man April was dancing with quietly apologized to Jackson as he stepped back. Confusion flittered across the trauma surgeon’s face, hazel eyes meeting his blue ones. 

Her hands slowly dropped to her sides, stepping closer to her best friend under the bright lights that illuminated the dance floor. Her voice dropped to a whisper, words exchanged for just the two to hear. “This isn’t my reunion, Jackson. You don’t have to pretend to be my boyfriend.” 

“I know that.” He brought his hand to her wrist, thumb brushing against the thin metal bracelet encircling her wrist. Sliding his hand into hers, he raised it and placed the other on her waist. April resumed her position, placing her hand gently on his shoulder as she followed his lead.

April stood back, gasping as Jackson pulled her closer. Bodies pressed together, she tilted her gaze away from him, scared that the rosy blush of her skin would betray her.

He dropped his lips to the exposed crook of her neck, taking her breath away. Jackson took a deep breath in, the faint perfume she sprayed on earlier filling his lungs. Swallowing, he gathered the courage to ask. 

“And what if it wasn’t pretend?”

[nereidae]

thinking thoughts about a south asian fantasy oc who grows up literally in a den of vipers after being abandoned as a child.

when she’s very young one night she’s bitten by a jinn in the form of a snake and it’s effect makes her very ill. she manages to make her way into the nearest village and after pounding on the door of the first house she sees she’s taken in by an old widower. she essentially blacks out after that and the only thing she remembers is waking up feeling cold. she’s back in the den and surrounded by a nest of snakes under her. she only much later discovers that the woman who nursed her back from the brink of death was an old witch. the combination of the witch’s magic, the touch of death and the complications of a jinn gives the girl a greater affinity for the snakes she grew up around. the witch surrendered the girl when a hoard of snakes had invaded her house looking for the girl again. she let them drag the unconscious girl back into their home. a few months later, she stumbles across the witches house once more and they form a partnership of sorts. the witch teaches her the ways of society including reading, writing, speaking. and the girl brings her herbs and resources from the snake infested forest that the witch can’t access. as she takes a part of the society and makes herself known, the village begins to call her the wild girl, the daughter of the hag, and most people fear her. she begins to make herself a living from foraging rare items from the forest and selling them to the highest bidder. asides from her ability to call on snakes, being pulled back from the dead also gives her the power of necromancy which she doesn’t realize until much much later when unknowingly half-revives someone she had accidentally sicced her snakes on in anger. when she returns to the witch with the news of the abomination she’d created, that’s when she’s told that this was to be expected. her revival from illness under the full moon had been a concern for the witch but she hadn’t realized it had actually done anything for the girl.

anyways that’s my rot and a proper bio will be made later <3

[buckybarnesthings]

New story Alert- The House of Stars and Nightmares: Hidden Demons (Book 1)

Edward x oc fanfic

Details and Description

Upon leaving Volterra, Italy the quiet Cullen Clan stumble across an unsightly scene. A young frail woman, who is dead and cold to the touch, is seen clutching a newborn baby in her arms. The baby appears blue and is also cold to the touch but Carlisle determines that the little girl is still alive but needs urgent care and the family of vampires agree to take her to the nearest hospital and contact local authorities of her situation.

The nurses and doctors do their best to keep the child warm and get some milk into her and she was severely malnourished, it was determined she was 4 days old but she has no birth records. So whilst the police do their best to find some family, a majority of the Cullen family return to their friends the Denali coven, but Rosalie and Esme stay to ensure the child is safe and finds a happy ending. After days of searching the police come to the conclusion that the mother had given birth on her own and had no medical attention, which caused her demise.

So they gave the two female vampires two options, one being that they take her and raise her ensuring she is well cared for and loved or she would be put into the foster care system until she turns 18. Without a second thought, as they had built a strong bond with the baby, they agreed to take her in and give her a life she deserved. They give her a life, a name and an eternity of love from a family which dote upon her.

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The first five chapters are all about the Cullens raising Sage and sets the scene for this modernised Twilight fanfic with a couple twists.

Story will contain adult content including smut and possibly triggering content, each chapter will come with a content warning at the beginning of the chapter and on the chapter index smutty content will be flagged with '*'. Read at your own discretion, you control your social media content intake.

It will also explore the idea of Emmett and Rosalie getting to be parents, alongside Carlisle and Esme as well. The Denalis will also have a bigger role in this series as compared to the books.

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[starklyscifi]

We Walk With Ghosts

A flash fiction story by EJ Stark, written for @flashfictionfridayofficial’s prompt “torn veil”

Her pursuit of the perfect fall photo lured her deep into the woods. One more tree. One more photo because look at how beautiful it was. Her frantic attempts to capture the fall colors drew her into the part of the foreset she had never been in. She wasn’t scared. These woods were sandwiched between the mall and a bunch of houses. It was quicker to cut through the woods than walk all the way around into the neighborhood, which resulted in a well worn dirt path through the trees. 

She always wondered why the city didn’t just put in a walking path. But such thoughts were far from her mind now. The pictures continued to show lush summer forests with just a hint of yellow, green overwhelming everything like a virus. 

Sam threw her phone. She didn’t understand how the brilliant yellow in front of her could show up like that in a photo. But it wasn’t entirely yellow. She could see that now. It was still summer foliage compared to the tree behind it. That bright red maple she had stupidly missed. 

Retrieving her phone and wiping the mud from the lens, she ventured deeper into the forest. The trees grew older as she walked. 

A sickly sweet smell permeated the air.

She did not know how long she had been chasing the next bright tree. But her phone would not take anymore photos, telling her the camera roll was full. Frustrated, she deleted a broad swath of photos. 

She didn’t care what time it was, intent only on reach that patch of delicate red orange color she glimpsed in front of her. The smell grew stronger. 

It was a clearing with a single apple tree, in full fall bloom.  

The ground was covered in apples. They sank beneath her feet, coated her white tennis shoes in their soft flesh. Her eyes watered with the sweetness. 

And there stood a man, with sunken eyes and hollow cheeks, dressed all in black. 

His neck creaked like the old stairs in a haunted house as he turned his head. His eyes were gone, two black holes staring out of his skull at her. 

Sam ran. 

She fell twice. Mud splattered her t-shirt. Bursting through the tree line, she was overwhelmed by the roar of cars splashing through wet roads.

. . .

“You’re soaked,” Mandy helpfully pointed out as Sam stumbled in the door. 

Sam peeled her coat off, tried to force the soaked tennis shoes off her feet. 

“Come on, we’re going to be late.” 

She looked up to see Mandy holding out a pile of clothes. Sam took the clothes and fifteen minutes later found herself dressed as a witch, complete with dollar store hat and Mandy telling her to keep her eyes closed while she finished the “wicked cat eye” she was doing. 

“Jesus, Mandy, are you trying to make her look like a cartoon character?” 

Leah was a nurse who had complained about nothing else since she got her schedule telling her she was working Halloween night. She was already in her scrubs, leaning against the door to Mandy’s room. 

“We all know you’re just bitter.” Mandy swept her makeup brushes into a dresser drawer and shoved Sam towards the door. 

“You girls be careful,” Leah said with a wink, “The veil is thin tonight after all.” 

. . .

They were hitting up the city’s carnival in the park before heading to the bars, where Leah made them promise to still be when she got off. A fog had sprung up. Sam didn’t have to ask Mandy to take the long way around the woods. The carnival was packed by the time they arrived, child screaming in delight and music drifting off the carousel. 

“I didn’t expect this to be so popular,” Sam said, smiling back at a cute guy dressed up in a poor Beatles costume.

“It’s not that busy,” Mandy said with a shrug. 

Sam glanced back at Ringo, but the sidewalk was empty. Something like fire light flickered across it, but she didn’t see any torches. 

“The 70s are really making a comeback,” Sam said, after seeing bell bottoms for the seventh time. A guy in a trippy shirt gave her a look as she and Mandy brushed past him, on the hunt for cotton candy. 

“What?” Mandy was scanning the horizon, in search of sugar. 

“The costumes aren’t even inspired, I mean, they just look like normal people.” 

“What are you on about?” Mandy said. 

Sam pointed at a girl dressed in a long old-fashioned dress, complete with heavy milk bucket. 

Mandy rolled her eyes, taking off in the direction of the spotted sugar rush. The girls walked around the park making fun of the costumes appearing and disappearing in fog while they ate the sticky cotton candy. Children screamed on a min-rollercoaster. 

“If you’re going to try for the 1920s, at least put in some effort,” Sam said.

“What is with you tonight?” Mandy giggled. 

“I’m just saying, at least go full flapper. Who picks an everyday outfit from a hundred years ago as a Halloween costume?” 

Mandy giggled again. She did that when she got nervous. 

“What is up with you?” Sam asked, finishing a cup of hot cider spiked with rum and throwing the tiny paper cup in the trash. It bounced out and onto the ground. 

“Did you get into Leah’s weed?” Mandy mouthed the word “weed”. She had been shocked when Leah, the ostensibly responsible nurse, had wiped out her trusty Altoids tin a week into all of them living together. 

“Do I seem high to you?” 

“You’re seeing people who aren’t there. So yeah, maybe.”  

Cold sweat dripped down Sam’s back. She looked again for the people with the bad costumes. They were gone. Normal families shuffled around the carnival. 

He was back. Standing in the center of the crowd. Looking right at her with his non-eyes. 

Without taking a step he was right in front of her. Nose to nose. Behind him, the sky was filled with flying things from her nightmares. 

“Do you see?” 

She met Death under an apple tree and now eternity was laid out on a soccer field. 

[countrymusiclover]

14 - School Troubles

Part 15

Texas Romance

Tags - @tyrionsprincess30 @bvbwestfall

Georgie's POV

It's been almost four weeks since Y/n and I had told our parents about the pregnancy. Entering the principals office I take a seat asking him. "You wanted to see me?" He responded intertwined his hands on the desk. "Yeah. You've been skipping school for the past couple of weeks. Care to explain that. Is it drinking, drunks..." I cut him off rubbing the back of my neck bringing up work. "It's actually about work. My boss has been letting me work more hours...since I got someone pregnant." The principal grabbed a book from his desk sliding it towards me. Reading it over I see it's about teen pregnancy figuring Y/n would want to read this. "So you're what dropping out of school to raise this child?" He asked leaning back in his chair before someone at the front desk called someone down to the office. "Ms. L/n is coming to your office, sir." Foosteps approached behind me making me glance over my shoulder seeing Y/n holding some ice to her right hand with some tears.

Y/n's POV - before the office

Grabbing my notebook from my desk I sling my backpack over my shoulder feeling a little sick but I pushed through it needing to make it through the school day. Opening my locker someone walks up to me and I recognized the voice of Jana who dated Georgie before we were together. "I can't believe he knocked you up." Closing my locker I raised a brow at her, confused at how she knew. I mean my belly had gotten a little bigger but not big enough to make it obvious. "I'm sorry what are you talking about?" She crossed her arms over her chest eyeing my belly, since I'm wearing a closed jacket and jeans which is weird since it's getting warmer outside being almost summer. "I'm talking about that I think you're pregnant and it's offal convenient with Georgie dumping me." Rolling my eyes I started walking away from her not wanting to deal with a jealous ex.

"Hey I'm talking to you, Y/n. You know if you are pregnant then that child will probably be as dumb as Georgie is!" Jana called making me halt in my tracks seeing a crowd of other students watching us. Spinning on my heels I feel teats appearing in my eyes before running up to her bawling my right hand into a fist punching her in the center of her nose. She stumbled backwards holding her nose for a second then running at me cursing. "You bitch!" She hits me across the cheek where I dropped my bag grabbing her shoulders where we spun around trying to hurt the other. Jana hits me against the lockers making me groan but I knee her in the gut into some lockers where a teacher exited their classroom pointing a finger at me. "Principles office now!"

Entering the principals office with some ice from the nurse I gasped seeing Georgie sitting in here already. "Georgie, what are you doing here?" He pointed a finger at me confused too. "Missing school days. Why are you here, darlin' and what happened to your hand?" He gets to his feet seeing some bruises and a cut on my arm from the lockers. The principal cleared his throat watching the security cameras. "Because she just started a fight in the hallway with a girl. Sit down both of you right now." I sit down in a chair with Georgie still standing behind my chair resting his hands on there. "Lisen I don't want to assume anything so let's just get this out there. Is she the girl you got pregnant?" I gasped kicking Georgie with my foot underneath the chair. "You told him!" I grumble under my breath and he dropped his gaze to the floor. Principal Linn intertwined his hands together sighing with a stern look on his face. "Lisen I hate to say this but if you get into anymore fights there will have to be consequences-" I cut him off dropping my hands in my lap not understanding what he meant by that. "Consequences like what getting expelled or something?"

"Like you might not get your diploma if you're pregnancy hormones become an issue." Jumping up from the chair I run out of the doors with Georgie following as I slammed the front door of the school opened starting to heavily cry. He dropped on his knees as I sit on the steps hugging my knees to my chest. "Hey, hey, Y/n look at me. Don't lisen to him. He's just being stupid we don't need to graduate. We can drop out and work at Dale's shop." He tried to reassure me resting his hands on my shoulders seeing me still crying. "Georgie we can't do that. I mean look at your parents. You're dad's a football coach and your mom works at the church who barely make enough to get by with three kids. So how the heck are we supposed to get through this?" Georgie rests a hand to my jaw pulling me into his chest where I grip his red shirt in my hands. I stain his shirt with tears and pull away hearing my phone going off. Pressing it to my ear I sniffed hoping the caller won't know I've been crying. "Y/n, glad I caught you. I have something to tell you." My mother's voice came through where I responded. "Yeah sure mom." She replied back making a small smile graice my face when Georgie tucks hair behind my ear. "You're father and I were looking for apartments and we think we found one. You and Georgie should check it out tonight." At least one good thing is happening today for us.

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