#eli jabbers

[alora-mae]

after suddenly finding the motivation and energy to deep-clean a part of my house, I felt the pull to study more about the chthonic gods. it feels so good to be taking notes, and finding connections between the gods and deities on a deeper level than before. 🖤

[monochromepalette]

|| @eliatae ||

*{ Ignihyde }*

Style: Ranging from Casual to Formal

1. ) Many of the OCs you have shown me have many anthropomorphic features, and luckily, I found a pair of neon blue bunny ears that go along with your Ignihyde outfit. I also added some wings because I thought it looked cute! Like a mythical, winged-bunny creature. It’s unique just like you. Your hair is up so it doesn’t get in the way when you study, and it’s curled to make it more stylish. Um... No. The flames around you isn’t a ritual sacrifice. Haha. Unless...?  

2. ) I wanted this one to cater to your more masculine side. Still going for the Ignihyde look, I threw on the neon blue and black. I made sure to find long sleeves for your introversion, and that it was a more loose-fitting so it’s comfy to move around in. I don’t have a reason for the eyepatch. None of my headpieces looked good with the clothes I gave you, and so I slapped it on! Your hair is down, giving you a slightly more gender-neutral-kind-of-look but still leaning into a boyish vibe. 

3. ) I wanted to merge you and Nami so I gave you pink hair with buns. I don’t have anything similar to her hairstyle or colour, so that was the closest thing I could get to. I wanted to give you something girly but cool and lively but dark, so this neon pink, black, and white was something that fit perfectly for you. The headpiece is the one that really finishes it off but I’m not gonna delve too deep on my explanation because this is a public post. 

[fillyoursoulxx]

louis beaumont || bio pt. 1

❂ Louis Isaiah Beaumont was born Dec 2nd, 21 years ago in Washington DC. It was early morning, 3:33am to be exact and he’s always held that as sort of a ‘lucky’ time/number for him.

❂ He was the third born to Damian and Miriam Beaumont and the only boy. They’d been trying and failing for a few years to have a child and longer for a boy. To his mother, he was her precious rainbow baby and to his father, he was his heir.

❂ Standards for Louis were…different. With 8 and 13 years between him and each of his siblings, he was close to them, but he wasn’t often treated as the kid he was. His father had him very regimented, starting early with piano, athletics and language lessons. His mother didn’t object, but at the same time, she tended to give in to him on a regular basis. So it was a lot of whiplash for him on what was ‘really’ expected.

❂ His solace was found in his Uncle Elijah. When their parents were too busy, which was often, Eli took charge of the kids and let them– be kids. Sure he had them doing some of the stuff his parents expected, but he wasn’t nearly as rigid and he helped put things into perspective as Louis grew up on ‘why’ his parents wanted him to be as well rounded as possible. In the end, he realized so much was out of love even if fear and ego were there at times too.

❂ But as a kid, uncle Eli was king for Louis. Louis was always going a mile a minute. Always jabbering on, always into something. If something was broken, you could expect it to be him. Spills. Destruction. Curiosity. You couldn’t leave him alone without him finding something to get into. Which conflicted with the type of ‘kid’ his father was trying to mold. His sisters tried to shield him a bit, but even as a toddler, he experienced a lot of ‘discipline’ due to his energy and lack of impulse control.

❂ At that age, he didn’t really notice. He kept going, never letting spankings, time outs or loss of privileges effect him, nearly oblivious to what was happening in those moments till he got older. He just– went back at it. It wasn’t until he hit school age that it really began to click, oh ok. I shouldn’t do these things. And yet, a lot he couldn’t help. At home or at school, he was a fucking tornado of energy.

❂ He had…alot. In this search to just keep him busy and out of trouble, Louis fucking struggled. He loved his family. His memories with Max and Dallas and Eli are some of his favorites. But it felt like a struggle with his parents. Nothing was ever good enough even when it was ‘good’. He felt the perpetual fuck up. Constantly trying and failing to ever truly get their approval on anything. It was to push him, to make him great. He knew that because he did have softer moments with them. His mother was there when he truly needed it, providing the kind of softness she knew how. And his father, while often absent, followed his games, kept his stories, and did show up when he could even if it often ended in a fight. But it was…stressful.

❂ But where he lacked impulse control, Louis made up in kindness. He always the first to volunteer to help, whether it involved the teacher or another student. He’d give away his lunch money to someone he thought needed it or sit with the kids that seemed alone, talking their heads off about the latest thing he saw on late night tv.

❂ He was the kind of kid you dreaded and loved all at once and if you ask him, he’ll tell you his childhood was a wonderful thing even with all of the bad feelings, the good are what he focuses on.

❂ While mainly stationed in DC, they moved around a bit when he was elementary age. He liked being the new kid, always getting a chance to make new friends and have new ‘expectations’ from those around him. Though it always got to the same point. School was a process for Louis, who multiple teachers recommended that he take some form of medication for his outbursts and inability to follow directions without being distracted or derailing the entire class. Packing his schedule seemed to help some. Those sports, languages, music. Anything and everything was tried to keep him from idling.

❂ It was a lot. The pressure. He didn’t have a proper outlet and he had his first real panic attack at 9. His father didn’t want him to be stigmatized. Medication wasn’t an option. So he did what he could. Though movies proved to help in his lower moments. Movies, tv, anime. All escapes that for two hours he didn’t have to think about anything else. He began writing his own stuff and that helped too.

ADOLESCENCE;

❂ As he hit his preteen years, Louis began to play sports more seriously. He was coordinated, good at most physical things only after a few tries even if he couldn’t always focus. Soccer was his first poison of choice and he was good.They settled back in DC a bit around the time he turned 15 and he joined a team but some of the other kids found him to be odd. There were always jokes made about how he spent more time talking about japanese cartoons, comics and superheroes than he did the sport or the usual topics. Small, he was picked at, but Louis? He never really noticed. He was the butt end of jokes, but always the first to laugh. He was confident, even then, that the things his ‘friends’ did were often in good fun and never to take advantage of him or be malicious. Even when his trips to the principal's office became more frequent and his detentions began to pile up, he insisted things were fine. He was loyal and they just had different ways of showing their friendship to him.

❂ It was during that time things really began to sour from him. His uncle Eli had been struggling without the families knowledge. He began embezzling to stay afloat and other unsavory things that got him in a shit ton of trouble. He went to jail and Louis started to spiral a bit. He kept it cool. For the most part. He had that standard to live up to, but at the same time? He was being to buck it. Also anxiety inducing. The stress helped his mother realize he needed help. Therapy. Meds. He started both without his father’s knowledge.

❂ He was sixteen when a new kid moved to town and his friends turned their attention to him. Louis thought they were looking to welcome him into the fold, he was a bit quiet, always reading, kinda awkward, but the more time they spent with him, the more Louis started to notice the shit way they were treating him. The jokes they had used on Louis, they were funny to him, but this kid? Not so much. It didn’t take long before he began to see their relationship with this kid and their relationship with him? They weren’t harmless and in one very explosive day, Louis not only stood up for the kid, but broke his best friend’s jaw.

❂ He was ousted from the soccer team. Fine. He needed new friends. Fine. He had one and that was fine with him. He took it all in stride. Stayed confident and though he had a nasty mark on his record, his parents were actually kinda proud he finally stood up for himself and someone else. In the end, his dad was able to make it go away, but still. It felt kinda good. But at the same time, increased the pressure from his father to pick the right friends and be that person he wanted him to be.

[harrietnoblesdcs]

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[d-falt]

me: i'm tired. the sun's up. let's go to bed–

brain: OR. or. we could listen to the entirety of the Fallout: New Vegas (2010) soundtrack

[dreamyjoons]

Rattled - jjk - I

⥋ Living outside of Paradise had few perks. The desert was harsh, the sun harsher, and the animals deadly. But out stumbles a man. Secretive, beautiful and chased by his demons, he brings to the surface a past you thought you’d long since buried. But you can only hide for so long.

Genre/warnings: wild west au! Jungkook x reader, single parent!Y/N. for this chapter, no warning. Some shooting and spooked animals.

The rest of the upcoming parts will contain smut, angst, character death and some violence. Be aware before moving forward, this will be 18+.

Words: 3.3k

A/N: so i’m late again hahah. Here’s the start for my milestone celebration. And because of how long this was getting, I’ve decided to split it up into a few parts! If this is something you don’t want to see, please enjoy one of my other fics 🥰😉 i have some more one-shots planned! Thank ya’ll for sticking around. I hope this is worth the wait. ♥️ more to follow soon!

The screech of the crows always managed to echo across the stretching desert.

It always makes the cattle restless. They jostled uneasily in their field, mooing loudly. They were particularly riled all afternoon.

"Something's got them awfully restless today, Ma."

You look back to your son who perched awkwardly on his horse, scanning the moving mass of bodies as if he could spot trouble. He already looks so much like his father, almost to his full height, dark hair pulled into a messy ponytail and crevice in his cheek as he chews it anxiously. You could feel a smile prick at your lips.

"Just keep an eye out, Eli." You sigh, tugging your wide-brimmed hat lower on your head as your horse whickers quietly below you.

But nothing out of the ordinary stirred. And you didn't want you both to be out in the sun for too much longer.

The heat was blistering. And though you both lived in the middle of the desert, today was turning out to be something all in its own league. The sun beats down hard, and judging by how high it was in the sky, you were about to reach the hottest point of the day.

You ruffled your riding skirts to get some kind of cooling to your body, but all it did was manage to jostle your creaky old pistol almost out of the holder on your hip. You gave up, simply letting yourself swelter.

"Come on, let's head back." You shout, gently tugging the reins to one side and clicking your tongue at your horse.

You turned, moving your way slowly through the cattle on the outskirts of the main herd. Once you had broken free from the group and with a quick glance over your shoulder to see if your son was close by before breaking into a gallop.

You both fly across the field, Eli whooping loudly as he tries to overtake you. Letting your laugh loose into the wind, you hunker down against your horse as if you were getting the edge you needed to win.

But softly you reared the horse back just a little to slow you down. Within seconds your son was flying past you, letting out a holler into the air as he gets closer to the edge of the enclosure. Once he's near the fence he turns back to you and grins, enthusiastically stroking the horse and gushing praise at the animal.

You slow your pace as you reach him, pretending to not see him as you come to a halt and get off the horse. You walk both of you forward and open the gate, bringing the horse through and waiting for Eli to come through too.

"Come on Ma, you gotta admit that I won that time."

"Hm, what? Did you hear something Pickle?" You ask the horse, a smirk plain of your face.

"Wow Ma, you're a sore loser." He laughs, brushing flyaway strands of hair from his face as he trots ahead of you. He shifts back awkwardly to look at you, and once he sees you smirking he giggles.

With the gate firmly shut behind you, you mount your horse again and lead the way back to your home. Eli excitedly jabbers on, telling you about the constellations he'd seen the night before and the size of the hawk that he'd seen that morning. Though there was little life for a boy out in the desert, he seemed to be perfectly content. He found something new to learn every day. Just like his father.

"... And I’m pretty sure it was playing with a rattlesnake but dropped it. So it might still be lurking." He warned, his bright eyes meeting yours. You nod at him, heart squeezing in your chest as you lead you both to the horse paddock.

For one last time you slip off the horse, waiting for your son to enter before shutting the gate behind you. You begin unsaddling the horse, placing the items on the rickety fence.

Once you and Eli had unburdened the horses, you walked to the bag you had left earlier that sat near the gate, producing two less-than shiny apples. You throw one to Eli before gently holding the other out on the palm of your hand.

Pickle skips forward and whinnies excitedly before taking the apple from your hand. you laugh and rub the big boy along his nose before stepping back. You move towards the gate and wait for Eli, watching his wide-eyed delight as he talks to his horse. The big horse playfully nudges your son, nuzzling him until the apple is presented to her.

"One day that horse is gonna bite you if you keep teasing her." You frown, hand placed on your hip.

"Nah, Maple would never. She loved Daddy too much and I look just like him. and she always gets the apple, she knows that." Your son walks back to your side, slinging an arm around your shoulders.

"You gotta stop growing. I can’t see the top of your head any more." you smile, hugging your son close to you as you slip out of the paddock gate.

"No way, I'm gonna keep growing. Soon I'll be fifteen and taller than all the men in Paradise." He grins, nothing bringing him greater pleasure than towering over anyone he meets.

"That you will, that you will." You smile, turning your head and staring bitterly in the direction of the nearby town.

You release each other as you both grab the saddles and bridles off of the fence, walking them back to the small barn that sits beside your small home. Once stored away, you both walk back to the small that you call home, sat in the middle of dusty nowhere.

Eli jogs ahead of you, rushing inside to sniff at the pot that sat bubbling over the fire. He spins back at you, grin plastered on his face.

"Can we eat now?"

"Go wash up. And properly, don't just splash some water on your face. You got dust behind your ears." You straight face, ignoring the groans he makes as he plods off.

You busy about the kitchen, unhitching the gun belt from your waist and placing it on the side before using some bits of burlap and lifting the scalding pot off the stove. You plant it on the scorch-marked area on the table, pushing away the memories that burn to the surface when you look at it.

Once it's sat steadily on the table, you turn away, bustling to grab bowls and spoons for you and Eli.

You'd have to make a run into town soon and get some more supplies. The thought made you groan. You tried to avoid Paradise and it’s twisted dwellers as much as you could, but it couldn’t be helped.

There was only so long Eli would enjoy three-bean stew. The horses need oats, you need more oil for the lamps and food for the month. And finally, finally, you could sell off some of the cattle. Half at least, you were hoping.

You hear a faint shuffling behind you, and absently think that it was too quick a wash for Eli to have cleaned behind his ears too.

"I'm not above inspecting you, young man." you warn, shuffling the bowls in your hands as you reach for spoons.

A low hiss rises from behind you, and you feel your blood run cold.

"Ma!" Eli shouts, and you slowly turn to see your son petrified in the doorway. With the minutest of movements, you turn to see a rattlesnake coiled behind you, its tail shaking erratically as it beadily watches you.

"Don't come any closer." You order to your boy, voice dangerously low.

Eli steps forwards regardless, and you realise too late that he has your pistol in his hands.

"No-!" You yelp, but he fires off the shot.

It hits nowhere near the snake, instead hitting the floor between you and the serpent before ricocheting off and splintering through the wall beside you.

Luckily it startles the snake enough for it to lose it's focus on you. You seize the moment and drop the bowls, the shattering splintering loudly in the air.

You dart towards Eli and rip the gun from his hands. You spin the barrel, cock the gun and take aim. You exhale before you line up the shot, pulling the trigger within a second. It lands just millimetres from the snake, startling it enough to get it to race away, out through the open door and out into the desert.

You race to the door, making sure the serpent steers clear of your animals as it speeds away. You follow the trail of dust it shakes loose, the adrenaline in your blood fading with the reptile.

Once it's gone you spin back to Eli, dropping the pistol on the table and racing round to him. You take his face in your hands, your middle fingers sit behind his ear, letting your thumb and forefinger rest on his face.

"You okay?" You ask, and he nods in your hands, eyes startled wide.

"Are you?" He asks, voice cracking.

"I'm okay, it didn't bite me." You assure him, pulling him into a hug. He squeezes you back tightly, his breathing staggered. You pull back and take his head in your hands again, giving him a small smile.

"I'm still here, E. I'm not going anywhere." You tell him, planting a soft kiss to his forehead.

Once he nods you finally release him, letting your fingers slide from his face. Absently you look down and see dust on your fingers that had been sat behind his ears.

"What did I say about washing properly?" You ask, holding your hands up at him.

"I... sensed danger and had to act?" he laughs awkwardly, slowly stepping backwards.

"Oh no, mister!" You shout, darting at him, chasing him through your small house to where the washbasin sat. "Now we both have to wash up!"

----

"Okay, put both hands on the pistol, but keep your finger off the trigger for now."

Eli follows your instructions closely, raising the pistol high, tongue poking slightly out of the side of his mouth as he focuses. You bite your lip as you watch him, determined to not laugh and distract him.

"Okay, now," you gesture to the three fist-size logs of wood that sit against the barn, "when you're ready, exhale, and fire once you've fully let it out. Ready?"

"Ready." He murmurs, dark brow furrowed as he locks his eyes on the first log down the small barrel.

"Fire away-"

You'd barely finished when he fires the first shot. It misses the wood on the left-hand side spectacularly, going through the side of the barn two feet higher than he needed. He clenches his jaw, making a dimple hollow out in his cheek before he moves onto the next one and firing.

You never see where the bullet lands, but something tells you that it's rocketing its way across the desert somewhere far beyond the barn. He sidesteps, taking in another deep breath and blowing it out slowly. You know how he's feeling, how frustrating it is to continually miss - but the urge to laugh was strong. Too strong.

Finally, he aims at the last one on the right and pulls the trigger - only for the bullet to graze the first stump he fired at, four feet to the left. You were marvelled at how spectacularly he missed them. It seemed an accomplishment in itself.

He looks at you with a scowl on his face, before letting out a grizzly moan and slumping. The gun hangs by his side and you repress your laughter even harder, stepping forward to take the weapon from his hands.

"I suck at this."

"No, you don't-"

"I do! You can do it! You could've bullseye'd that snake earlier if you wanted to! I can't even hit the barn if I tried."

"It took me years of practise when you were growing up. You just need a little tuning up."

"I bet dad was a good shot too." He mumbles, letting his head hang.

"E... your daddy was awful." you sigh, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Really?!" His head bolts up, eyes wide as he stares at you.

"Oh yeah. He couldn't hit a wall if it was sitting right in front of him."

"And neither can I!" he chirps, gesturing to the woodshed beside you. All you can do is laugh. It's light, pushing away the sad cloud that threatened to hover over you. Eli had that effect on you every day.

The sky was taking on an orange tint as the evening starts to fade. It was still impossibly warm, the heat clinging to your skin despite how low the sun was dropping.

But there was something wrong. It was loud. Louder than normal.

You instinctively cast your eyes to the cattle fields, only to see a cloud of dust shrouding the area. They were all pressed against the fences, thrashing wildly and bellowing into the evening air. Something was definitely wrong.

“Eli, get in the house and lock it. If I’m not back in twenty minutes, ride to town and get the sheriff-“ your voice is low and you push him towards the house. Once he was over the threshold you grab your rifle, hitch your skirt higher and back race out past him. He was frightened, you could see it in his wide eyes, and the way he frowned.

“But Ma-“

“Now!”

You watch as he reluctantly disappears behind the door, and as soon as you hear the lock slide you bolt towards the cattle field. Something ticks in your gut, an unease that made your teeth grate.

There was no way you’d be able to get through the gate with the cattle pushed up against it. Your run harder, feet slapping or the hard ground as you find a free section of fence. You throw the rifle over before you vault it, scrambling to pick it up and running to the front of the herd.

It was impossibly loud, almost too loud for you to think. But they were scrambling away from something, and with a steadying breath to stifle the fear that rises in you, you move towards it. You raise the clunky rifle as you creep forward. You hoped you’d never have to fire it.

But then, through the sounds of trampling and the braying of the cattle you hear a groan.

Your breath catches in your throat as you lower the weapon. You feel your jaw slacken, but you move quicker towards the noise. As the cattle skitter out of the way, you see it-

Not it, a man. He’s slumped on his hands and knees, filthy and sweaty. It was as if all the energy had drained from him. He was labouring his breath, the bone weariness evident on him. It hung off him like his clothes.

“Who the hell are you?”

At your angry words, he slowly pushes off his hands, swaying as he tries to steady himself on his knees. You lower the gun by your side - he didn’t look like he would be going anywhere fast, and you can draw faster than he can get to you. But still you were uneasy, worry tingling at your edges, fraying your thoughts.

“I…” he croaks. His voice is so dry you can barely hear him.

His dark head of hair was full of dust, messy and clumped together like he’d not bathed in weeks. His white shirt had long since lost its gleam, a reddish brown smothering it. His trousers were tattered, ripped and pulled, barely holding together. A handkerchief was tied around his neck, probably used as a makeshift face covering. You realise that must mean he’d been walking across the plains - but no one makes it alive with no water or horse.

“What are you doing in my field?”

“Ma’am… water?” He croaks, lifting his head to look at you.

“Not until you answer one of my questions.”

He squints up at you with dark eyes, the faintest smile dancing across his face. You could barely make him out though, his face hidden under the dust. He winces, tongue darting out to try and wet his chapped ashy lips. It was completely distracting, and you found yourself lowering your guard…

“Answer me!” You shout, snapping out of it. He sighs but makes no move to explain himself.

“Well then, I guess we’ll see what the Sheriff has to say-“

“Wait! Please… no.” He rushes before a cough rattles his body. He must have been so severely hydrated, you were surprised he still had the strength to stay upright.

Something felt wrong. Like an icy trickle of your past eeking its way down your spine. It was enough to send your heart thumping against your ribcage, your palms sweating.

“Then how did you get here? Are you alone?” Your voice creeps higher and cracks.

“... alone.”

You let out a breath, but the tension in your stomach still knots.

“Ma?”

You spin, the wind kicked out of your lungs as you see Eli standing there, shock on his face. He looks between you and the man on the floor, his eyes blowing wide.

“Eli! What the hell are you doing?!”

“I thought you might’ve needed help-“

“What if it’s not safe?” You shout, your blood thrashing in your veins.

“Then you need help.” His voice is quiet and your heart breaks, but you try to keep calm, especially in front of the stranger. You take a breath. Then another.

“Get back in the house.”

“He needs help.” Eli mutters, and you clench your teeth.

“No, he needs to be off our property and away from you and me. He’s not our problem.”

“Ma, I know you’re not that cruel.”

“I can go… just… water…” the man croaks.

“Stay out of it!” You yelp, barely looking back at him over your shoulder. He shifts slightly, the tiredness pulling his eyes shut. A flicker of guilt passes through you, but you stamp it down. You had you and Eli to look out for.

Before the stranger can reply, Eli breezes past you. He crouches down next to the man, and carefully slides his arm over his shoulders. To your horror, you watch as Eli pulls them both to their feet. The man looks much bigger once he’s propped up by your son. Wider in stature with big filthy hands that grip Eli’s shirt for support as they slowly stagger towards the house, they were almost the same. And that worried you.

“Eli!”

“He’ll get trampled if he stays out here, Ma. It’s the right thing to do.” He walks towards the gate, the cattle scurrying from their path. He was just like his father, in nearly every way. It was like an axe through your chest. But that’s what softens you. An effect both of them had on you.

They’re awkward, Eli’s tall frame bundling the man forward. You bite your lip, and with the gun propped and ready at your side, you slip under the man’s other arm and ease the burden on your son.

“So what’s your name, stranger?” Eli asks gently, the physical strain barely hidden from his voice. There was no answer.

“Hey!” You ask, nudging the man in the side for a response.

He gasps at the pressure before he slumps heavily against you. You cry out as the dense man drops against you, his head knocking into yours. You shift him back towards Eli, only to realise he had passed out. You had to get him back, get him cleaned up and on his way before any trouble comes. At least if he’s clean you could make out his features properly.

“Brilliant.” You grumble, shifting the rifle awkwardly to get a better grip. “Just what we needed.”

[lizzieehearts]

I have not heard about your ocs before and I am v v v interested pliz ramble about them (if you want)

okay so they’re all ever after high ocs, and they’re split up into three categories; oz ocs, wonderlandian ocs, and disney fairies ocs

i talk mostly about my oz ocs as ive had them for the longest, and they are eleanor, the daughter of dorothy (she/her, bisexual), eli, son of the wicked witch of the west (he/xe, trans, panromantic greyace), lio, the cowardly lion’s kid (he/they/it/fae, boyflux, can’t remember it’s sexuality rn) and sierra, the child of the scarecrow and the tin man (they/them, nonbinary, aro lesbian). they’re a family, a weird one but a family all the same. they’ve stuck with each other throughout everything they’ve been through, and are all the better for it

my wonderlandian ocs are wyatt and winter whiteford, twin kids of the white queen (wyatt - he/they, gay asexual, winter - she/fae, aroace), theodore o’hare, son of the dormouse and the march hare (he/him/xe/mad, idk his sexuality yet) and jeyna jabber, child of the jabberwocky (they/she/mad, aroflux ace lesbian). i also have cari pillar, the child of the blue caterpillar (they/them/mad, aroace), who was originally meant to appear at some point over the course of the series but didn’t, so i adopted them as my oc

then we have my disney fairies ocs, which there is a lot more of so im only gonna talk about a couple. clary, daughter of zarina and james hook (sea/she, unlabelled), flo, child of silvermist and clank (who are in a qpr) (she/wave/sea/fae, lesbian), veronica, daughter of vidia (she/they, polysexual) and celeste, child of iridessa (they/she/fae, demigirl, lesbian aceflux) are my main ones

[all-things-skam]

elu, 43,46,70? i’m excited to read what you come up with! ❤️

Please continue to sent requests from this list of prompt!

43. “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.’‘ 

46. ’'Breathe.”

70. “Don’t listen to them.”

Title: I’ll be there for you. Always.

Ship: Skam France | Lucas Lallemant and Eliot Demaury (Elu)

The night Mika found him, he was a mess.

He was bleeding and crying and, by the look of the cut on his cheekbone, the injury was fresh. He was also very underdressed for the middle of December. His blue eyes were wide and alert, but also red from crying.

“Hey, are you okay?” Mika asked in concern, seeing the small boy sitting on a bus bench, right in front of the gay bar. Although he was tipsy from all the cocktails, Mika had enough common sense left in him to know not to walk past the teenager.

He didn’t respond.

“You coming, darling? Our Uber is here,” a guy with short, pink hair said, tugging at Mika’s arm, clearly hoping to get some.

“I don’t think so.” Mika took a seat next to the boy, ignoring his hook up of the night who was yelling at him for being a fucking tease. “What’s your name, Kitten?”

He glanced up at Mika, shivering. “Lucas,” he replied quietly, lips trembling.

“Okay, Lucas. Do you want to tell me what you are doing here? It’s almost 2am, I doubt you were waiting for the bus.”

Lucas shook his head and Mika respected his choice. He was a stranger after all, of course Lucas wasn’t going to confess to him.

A group of drunk boys piled out of the bar, kissing with tongues and tripping on nothing due to their unsteady legs. Lucas watched and pulled his legs to his chest. A police car passed in front of them, making Mika realize that time was ticking and, if the cops saw Lucas sitting on the bench after the bar closed, they would take him in.

Mika pulled his eyebrows, conflicted. “Is there someone you could call?”

If not, Mika could take Lucas to his place. Manon was at Charles’s for the night, he could sleep in her room.

To his surprise, Lucas nodded and Mika handed him his phone.

.

Eliott had spent his night at his desk, sketching his next story…and fallen asleep, face on his pencils - not very comfortable if you ask him. A buzzing sound stirred the artsy boy from his sleep. Eliott peered his eyes open, half-asleep and confused. He patted his desk, finding his phone underneath piles of papers.

“Hello?” Eliott answered, his voice rough from sleep.

“Eliott,’‘came Lucas’s frail voice.

Eliott furrowed his eyebrows. ’'Lucas?” He checked the time on his alarm clock: 2am. “It’s two in the morning, mon amour. Why are you calling me?” he asked.

His first assumption was: Lucas can’t sleep. The brunette had been struggling with his sleeping schedule for the past few days, falling asleep in class according to the boys - and even once on the bus.  It was a chance Eliott had been there and took him home, letting Lucas sleep peacefully in his bed.

But, it wasn’t that.

“Can you come and get me?” There was some jabber in the background and Eliott could barely hear him. “Please. You said-”

“Where are you?” Eliott asked without hesitating, standing from his chair and putting on a zip up hoodie over his tee shirt. They had made a promise when Lucas learned about Eliott’s mental health. Lucas made him promise to call him if he ever needed, no matter if it was 6pm or 3am: he’d be there.

Lucas had been there for him over the past months and it was time to return the favor. The promise worked both ways, right?

“Gay street.”

Gay street? What Lucas was doing on gay street on a Thursday night?

“Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

He hung up with a promise to be quick and grabbed his coat, slipping on his boots on his way out without warning his mum he was leaving, mentally praying she wouldn’t make up and notice her son was gone. It was 2am, she’d be asking questions and Eliott didn’t have time for that. His boy needed him.

.The gay street was loud at this time of the night. Ubers lined the sidewalk, drunk couples and hook ups ushered inside, kissing and groping each other like nobody’s watching. Eliott swore he saw a guy on his knees in that alley. Seriously, people?

Curled on a bus bench stop, Eliott spotted his boyfriend, another man seated beside him. He crossed the street rapidly, careful to not get run over - it would be pretty stupid, wouldn’t it?

“Lucas!” Eliott called, almost at the bus stop bench. Lucas lifted his eyes at the sound of his lover’s voice, relief washing trough him.

Without acknowledging the man sitting on the bench with Lucas, Eliott reached for Lucas who immediately wrapped his arms around him, his hold so strong around Eliott he could’ve crushed one of his ribs. Lucas pushed his face in his boyfriend’s neck and Eliott kissed the top of his head, rubbing Lucas’s back, realizing he didn’t have any jacket on.

“Where’s your jacket?” Eliott asked, pulling his eyebrows together. It’s 4 degrees outside, he’ll catch a cold.

Eliott glanced at Mika for the first time.

“I don’t know,” he replied.

Eliott pulled back, taking off his coat to give it to the shivering boy. “Here.” He cover Lucas’s shoulders with his coat, frown deepening when Eliott caught the sight of a small cut under Lucas’s eye. His jaw clenched. “Did you hurt him?” he accused Mika blindly, getting defensive.

Mika raised his hands in surrender. “No, no. I found him like this. I figured he needed help and stayed with him to make sure he was going to be okay.”

“Oh. I’m sorry,” he apologized before turning back to Lucas. “Let’s take you home. Your dad must be worried sick.”

At the mention of home, Luca shook his head frantically. “No! No, not home. I want to stay with you.” He curled his fingers in the thin fabric of Eliott’s sleeping shirt, begging him.

“Okay. Okay, we’ll go to my place.” Lucas nodded and Eliott slid his fingers through his soft hair, messy from the wind, smoothing a few pieces past his ear. “Can you stand?”

Lucas unfolded his legs one by one, feet touching the floor and raising into a standing position. He lost his balance for a second, Eliott’s hand secured on the small of his back, keeping him steady. Lucas put his arms through the sleeves of Eliott’s coat, a smile blooming on his face after getting a whiff of his cologne that impregnated the thick clothing.

wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him close against his side and thanked Mika. “Thank you. For staying with him.”

.

Thank god, Eliott’s mom hadn’t noticed he had left.

They slipped inside his bedroom like thieves, as if Eliott had never left. The mess on his desk was still there, untouched, and he made no move to clean it. He knew his mom would scold him but, it wasn’t his priority at the moment.

“Stay here, I’ll get something to clean your cut.”

Lucas sat on his bed, crossing his legs on the edge of the mattress. He watched the older boy disappear into the hallway and coming back with a washcloth. Eliott sat in front of Lucas, raising his hand to gently dab at his cut, cleaning the blood off his soft skin. As he played nurse, caught Lucas’s blue eyes, both filled with sadness and fear.

“Want to tell me how you ended up on that bench on gay street?” Eliott asked softly, caressing his other cheek with his thumb.

“My dad. He- My mom found pictures of us on Facebook. Us holding hands and kissing and she told my dad about it on Monday. Let’s say he wasn’t appreciative of my new lifestyle choice. He and Mom signed me to this youth group at their church and tonight was the first time I attended. They said so much hurtful things, Eliott. They said gay people deserved to be hung and that-” Lucas hiccupped, tears filling his eyes and throat closing.

Eliott dropped the washcloth, taking his lover into his arms to comfort him, heart aching from seeing his beautiful boy so sad. “Breathe. It’s gonna be okay. Just breathe.”

“They said-”

“Shh, don’t listen to them.”

“I told my dad I didn’t want to return and he hit me.”

His dad had hit him. He fucking laid a hand on Lucas.

Anger ran through Eliott’s body but he tried to remain calm for Lucas’s sake.  

“And, if I refuse to go to the youth group, my dad said I’m gonna have to find another roof and I don’t know if I can stand being hated by my parents. They’re all I have, Eli.” More tears ran down his cheeks and Eliott held him tighter, feeling Lucas’s tears seeping into his shirt.

“No, they’re not. You have me.” Eliott broke their embrace, taking Lucas’s hands into his, staring right into his teary eyes. “I’ll always be there for you as long as you’ll have me.” He brought Lucas’s fist to his lips.  ’'And, my parents love you like a son. If you need a place to stay, my mom will have the door wide open. Get that in that thick skull of yours.“

A faint laugh left Lucas’s lips, followed by a yawn.

’'Let’s get in bed.”

Lucas didn’t say anything, undressing in silence and slipping under the fluffy blanket with Eliott, sharing a quick goodnight kiss.

[askbittyerror]

Character list

Bitties:

Current Shop Residents

Error- Error Bitty. Likes chocolate and is gay for Jay. May or may not let you pet him. Has essentially adopted Pax. Adoptable. Description More accurate appearance

Jay- Winged Underswap Sans Bitty, otherwise known as a Baby Bird bitty. Is Luke’s brother. Likes meat and is gay for Error. Will let you pet him. Taller than Error. Adoptable. Appearance and description. 

Luke- Bat winged Underswap Papyrus Bitty, otherwise known as a Little Devil. Is Jay’s brother. Like cherries and is dating Zack. Will let you pet him. Appearance

Zack- Underfell Sans Bitty, otherwise known as an Edgy. Likes peppers and is dating Luke. Will let you pet him, but may bite you a bit.

Ink- Ink bitty. Flamboyant Memelord. Loves pets and any kind of affection. Adoptable. Appearance and Description. Bonus. Important information.

Paladin- Dreamswap Dream Bitty. Is confused and angered by most things. Is totally gay for Bard. Adoptable. Appearance and Description and bonus

Magnus- Dreamswap Nightmare Bitty. Salty. Adoptable Appearance and Description

Rogue- Dreamswap Blueberry Bitty. Tiny evil gremlin. Currently crashed so hard his entire personality has been rewritten. Adoptable. Appearance and description

Fresh- Winged Fresh Bitty. Rogue’s buddy. Appearance Parasitic appearance

Nightshade- Corrupted Nightmare Bitty. Generally grumpy. Probably won’t bite unless provoked but will break your fingers if you get too grabby. Appearance

Thistle: Dream Sans Bitty. Less of a beacon of positivity and more of a puddle of indifference. 100% done with everything ever. Brother and partner of Nightshade. Appearance

Gryph: Winged Undertale Sans Bitty. Was once possessed by Fresh. Jay’s father. Has children with Ghost.

Drake: Bat winged Undertale Papyrus Bitty. Gryph’s brother. Appearance and injuries.

Jack: A Blueberror. Not actually a bitty, just a small swap sans that was blueberrored the canon way. Appearance

Bitties owned by Anya

Char: Fireroyal grillbitty. Catlike. Guards the store and Is mated to Anya. Will let you pet him.

Rammy: A Underswap Asgore bitty. Lives in and cares for the garden outside the center.

Ex: A Cross Lust bitty. Suffering from an eating disorder and likes to dress up. Appearance

Marble: Ghost’s daughter. An adult, but rather small for her age. Brought back from the dead by M!A. Feisty, curious and fascinated by new things. Appearance

Void: A unique bitty. Very childish, naive and impressionable. Likes strawberries. Appearance

Argo: A outertale Sans merbitty. Appearance

Bitties Owned by Zo

Pale: Pale bitty. Consumes creative works for emotions. Entirely dead inside. Appearance

Bard- Dreamswap Ink Bitty. Salty Memelord. Gay for Paladin. Appearance

Aria: Error and Jay’s Daughter. Appearance (child, now grown)

Bitties owned by Dame

Piccolo- Underfell Papyrus Merbitty. Likes gardening. Is mated to Viola. Appearance

Viola- Swapfell Sans Merbitty. Loves jewelry and being spoiled. Bites. Is mated to Piccolo. Non-binary, prefers male pronouns. Appearance

Hemlock- Horror Sans Bitty.  May full on bite, may just nibble. Don’t touch his head. Appearance

Zenith- A Crystal-souled Paladin bitty. Appearance

Bitties owned by Durva

Freya: Undertale Toriel Bitty. Oftentimes the only thing keeping Durva from ripping your throat out. A therapy bitty.

Bitties owned by Moose

Bear: Four foot tall Blaster Error from the times of the Aztecs. Skeleton form

Prey: Fresh Parasite with a preference for large Nightmare bitties. Appearance

Storm: About two and a half feet of Corrupted Nightmare. Appearance

Moon: Four inches of Uncorrupted Nightmare. Star’s brother.

Star: Four inches of Dream. Moon’s brother.

Jam: Fresh bitty with a preference for smaller bitties.

BItties “owned” by Huitzi

Dawn/Dusk: A unusual Dream bitty. Dawns Appearance

Finley: A blind Dream. From the Village.

Lucas: A deaf Dream. From the Village.

Oreo- A Magnus. Has a dead brother named Hershey. Appearance From the Village.

Arthur: A Dream bitty. Experiences frequent hallucinations. Appearance FRom the Village.

Temper: A Corrupted NIghtmare. Arthur’s brother.

Bitties owned by miscellaneous people

Group 1

Elisus (Eli)- Dreamswap Cross Bitty. Protective of Pax. Reference

Pax- Dreamswap Error Bitty. Easily spooked. Love pets and cuddles. Appearance

Template: Template Sans Bitty. Excitable boy. Let him know before touching him. Appearance

Group 2

Mercury: A slighty short corrupted Nightmare. Appearance Bonus and size reference (top left, Jabber 7 inches tall for scale)

Domino: A corrupted Nightmare with a blob of white on his cheek. From the Village.

Licorice: A corrupted Nightmare who is more purple than teal. From the Village.

Jabber: Nex’s brother. An uncorrupted Nightmare. Headshot. Full body sans circlet (on bottom left) From the Village.

Gold: Mercury’s brother. A very small Paladin. 

Beryl: A baby blue. Was Gold and Mercury’s caregiver for a long time and is considered a older sibling.

Group 3

(all grown, only child appearances drawn at this time)

Sunset and Starlight: Two headed Snake-Bird bitty. Daughters of Gryph and Ghost. Appearance

Mist: Snake-Bird bitty. Daughter of Gryph and Ghost. Appearance

Jubilee, Catalin and Camelot: Snake-bird triplets. Sons of Gryph and Ghost. Appearance

Tropic: Snake-Bird bitty. Likes to yell. Daughter of Gryph and Ghost. Appearance

Capri and Cameo: Snake-Bird twins. Paladin adores them. Cameo likes to climb. Son and Daughter of Gryph and Ghost. Appearance

Calico: Snake-Bird bitty. Easily startled. Daughter of Gryph and Ghost. Appearance

Opal: Snake-Bird bitty. Loves hugs and protects Calico. Son of Ghost and Gryph. Appearance

Harlequin: Snake-Bird bitty. Like throwing things/being thrown SAFELY. Daughter of Gryph and Ghost. Appearance

Joshua: Old host of Cheddar. A blank bitty tainted by Fresh magic. Ghost cares for him. Appearance

Group ?

Bubble: A bara baby blue. About the size of a teddy bear. Cuddly.

Moira: Undertale Undyne Bitty. Aggressively affectionate.

Bitties Adopted out of the shop by their Asker

Sometimesanartdragon

Lavender: Gaster Blaster Underswap Sans Bitty. Mel’s original brother. Brought back from the dead. Skeleton Appearance Blaster Appearance

Mel- Underswap Papyrus Bitty. Formerly known as Honey. Has a very negative past with Rogue and is a reformed Asshole. Had a horrific head wound and symptoms of a TBI. Relearning many things.  Appearance and Injury

Dusty- Dusttale Sans Lamia Bitty. Likes bitter foods and eating small live animals. Loves being pet. Venomous. Appearance

Ghost- Dusttale Papyrus Lamia Bitty. Likes fruit gummies. Is terrified of touch. Non-venomous. His skull is cracked, he’s missing his left arm and two fingers on his right hand. Is mated to Gryph and has children. Appearance and Bonus

Blake (named Anon)

Nex: A dream bitty. Reanimated. From the Village. Appearance (on bottom right) 

Seven: A mated pair fused into one Blaster bitty. 

Stray Bitties

Sweet: Fresh’s daughter. A young parasite. Emotionless and currently possessing a blank. Appearance

Cheddar: Fresh’s son. A young parasite. Emotionless and currently possessing a blank. Brought back by M!A after being tortured to death by Rogue. Appearance

Mar: A Reaper Sans bitty. Has a passion for necromancy and is just a little bit demented. Don’t ask where he gets his supplies. Appearance

Atemba: Once human, was executed and resurrected into a bitty body. Mar’s previous owner and Momma.

Geno: Geno bitty. Salty, doesn’t trust biggies. Appearance

Periwinkle: Crystal-souled Corrupted Nightmare bitty. Zenith’s brother. Appearance

Bitties from Dame’s Rehabilitation Center

Aimi: A Frisk bitty. They/them. Appearance

Roo: A Horrortale Papyrus Bitty. Appearance

Darling: An Asriel bitty. Very sweet unless someone tries to leave his side. Appearance

Meatball: A Sansy. An alcoholic and generally apathetic. Appearance

Gil: A Dust Lust Sans. Kind of an ass. A naturally born lust, is on experimental treatments to cure or at least suppress his condition. But as a side effect, instead of getting horny, he just gets angry.

Missy: A very chipper Chara. Speaks dog. (from the Village) Appearance

Min: A very brave Chara. (from the Village)

Blink: A rather tall Chara. (from the Village)

Once bitties

Huitzilopochtli (Huitzi): A ten foot four Paladin who was convinced he was a god reborn. Has since been rehabilitated. From the time of the Aztecs and over five-hundred years old. Has accumulated enough power to be considered something beyond a bitty. Appearance. Proof the mun is thirsty. 

Alternate Multiverse Folk

Flare- Much older Huitzi from another multiverse. Very big (can go from 384ft to 32ft to 7ft) and very powerful. Heavily unstable, functionally immortal with an absurd amount of LOVE and determination. Appearance

Umbra- Human Nightmare, Flare’s adopted son. Very weak

Morris- A big old pile of what the fuck that basically amounts to several million errors shoved into a weird goop sack and shaken around by a batshit Ink for roughly five-hundred years. Bonded to Mo. Eldritch monstrosity. Consists of several groupings of souls working as one cohesive being.

Parts of Morris

Green- 

Biggies (full sized monsters, humans, askers, etc.):

Moose: Dame’s Adopted son. Current owner of the shop. Entirely composed of anxiety.

Anya (Underswap Zoteara): Fluffy dog monster. Owned the adoption center. Appearance

Zo (Undertale Zoteara): Fluffy dog monster. Anya’s Undertale counterpart. Owns Ink, Paladin, Magnus and Template. Was in the royal guard before the barrier fell. Head-shot Appearance, Full body appearance

Dame (Swapfell Zoteara): Fluffy dog monster. Owns Nightshade and Hemlock. Runs a bitty rescue organization, loves children and controls most of the city. Some of her other business practices are… Questionable. Has a fondness for poisons. Appearance

Durva (Underfell Zoteara): Fluffy dog monster. More scruffy than anything. Knows people. Owns Freya.

Ochi: Currently bitty sized deer. Responsible for many, many bitty deaths and is a generally terrible person. Appearance

Gael: Ochi’s brother-in-law. Single father and generally dead inside.

Mēsti: Human, helps out Dame sometimes.

Assorted:

Bitey: Female Pirahna. Viola’s pet. 

Kai: Male ferret. Pax’s buddy.

Kevin: Male chick. Pax’s buddy.

Crayon: Female Leopard Gecko. Pax’s buddy.

K: Male squirrel. Error’s buddy.

If you want to find out more about a specific character, search for their name and ‘info’ on the blog. Example: ‘Rogue Info’ 

[alora-mae]

// personal practice thoughts incoming !!

maybe it’s silly to compare the personality of a god with that of another, but I find it really interesting how quiet Hades seems to be compared to Zeus.

Zeus, when I worshipped him, was always very talkative. it often felt like the moment I tuned in, he was there, and always had something to say or remark, or had some advice to give. and I loved it!

but Hades feels like the opposite, almost. I haven’t sensed him around that much so far, but when I do, he feels safe and secure. he doesn’t seem to have anything to tell me, or to say, all while I do feel guided by him through calm and steady encouragement.

with Hades, it’s just comfortable quiet in which we both acknowledge each other with warmth, and exist together in our shared space for a short while before he leaves.

and I’m liking it a lot. 💌

[monochromepalette]

|| @spadecentral ||

*{ Heartslabyul }*

Style: Ranging Casual to Semi-Formal

1. ) Honestly, I see you guarding Riddle's dorm and chasing evil-doers in the hallways with ADeuce (how far those two will follow, I don't know). I also gave you a ponytail just like Enzo! Sadly there are no multi-colored hairstyles so this is the best one I could get.

2. ) Again, another Enzo reference. A black mark is on your face on the shape of his cross just like his earring. I know how much you like Obey Me, so I gave you horns and a cute-creepy aesthetic themed outfit. It still looks super punky as heck!

3. ) Though we may not interact on a daily basis, you give off punk-rock vibes. You're like a little rebel who fights and protects for what you believe in. Maybe even Riddle, too. Don't worry, Ace is on your side and he ain't scared of nothin'! Oh, and of course I couldn't forget your kitty. Sitting on your head being a good little sweetheart.

[firstade-universe]

Clexa prompt: Clarke fussing and worrying over Lexa after a serious injury

“Come on, Eli. Come join Mama.” Lexa patted empty spot on the bed next to her and watched as her son looked around hesitantly. His bright blue eyes looked between the bed and the door as he shifted on his feet.

“But Mommy said I can’t bother you.” He whispered. Lexa frowned and clenched her jaw. It had been a month. A month of prodding and poking and fussing and being woken up to take meds every four hours. But mostly it had been a month of pain and not being able to hold her family like normal, like she wanted. Since the accident it was the only thing she wanted. The only difference being that the last week she had been at home instead of the hospital, but still the same pattern wore on. The four year old spitting image of Clarke didn’t quite comprehend what was going on, just that his Mama was hurt, but she’s getting better. “You know what else Mommy said? She said you have to help me feel better. You know what would make me feel better?” The tiny blonde shook his head, indicating that he didn’t know. “Cuddles make me feel better.”

With that, Eli sprung into action, climbing up the foot of the bed and coming to a stop on his knees next to Lexa. If she wasn’t afraid he’d pout at her, she would laugh at how comically slow he laid himself down and turned his body towards hers, molding himself there for the first time in a month.

She dropped a kiss on the top of his head and sighed contentedly. “Tell me about school. Is that Aden boy still hoarding all of the legos?” This launched Eli into an epic tale of the trials and tribulations of preschool.

Meanwhile, downstairs

“I’m just so exhausted, Anya. I thought it was going to be easier having her home, but it’s not.” Clarke sighed into the camera on the laptop. Skyping Anya, Lexa’s best friend and the one that introduced them all of those years ago, was her only solace in the day so far.

“Clarke, she’s healing. She’ll be better in no time. It’s just a little while longer and everything will be back to normal.” Anya tried, but she could tell her words weren’t making any impact. “I love you three, you know that. If I could be there, I would be. I am sorry you’re doing this alone.”

As if on cue, an alarm for Lexa’s medicine sounded and the blonde dropped her hands into her face and rubbed with a sigh. “Every time one of those goes off I remember how we almost lost her, it’s a nightmare. Gotta go Ahn, duty calls. Love you.”

“Love you too, kiddo.” The screen winked out and Clarke sighed for another long second before she stood from the island bar stool and grabbed the meds from the container on the counter. She filled a glass of water and slowly made her way up the stairs. As she got closer to the master bedroom, the one her and Lexa have shared for the past seven years, she hears excited jabbering coming her son. She stopped, hand on the door knob ear pressed toward the opening and smiled as she heard the story of the two princess who should have never fallen in love, but did. A tale Lexa made up when he was only about a year old, about their love. Now, Eli knew it by heart and told it when he was sleepy. She slowly pushed the door open and was met with the site of wide blue eyes and for the first time in a month, shining green ones.

“Elijah Jacob Griffin-Woods, what are you doing in that bed?” Clarke cocked her head to the side and watched as her son gulped and looked between her and his Mama.

“Mama said she needed cuddles to feel better.” He squeaked and patted the bed next to him. “Come on Mommy!”

“Mama needs to rest and be calm.” Clarke countered, pointing her gaze at her wife.

“Clarke. For god’s sake I need a break.” Lexa finally snapped. “I need a break of the hovering and eggshells and meds and the fuc- the fussing. I just want to hang with Eli. I just want to hold you, but you won’t stop for two seconds and relax enough to let me. I’m not dying! I’m right here.”

“But you almost did!” Clarke all but screamed. “Eli, baby. Please go to your room or down to the living room. Mama and I need to have a talk.” The boy nodded with wide eyes, not use to his mom’s arguing, and slid off the bed. He rushed passed her and out the door, then it click closed behind him. “You almost died and I was terrified. So I am sorry if I hover, if I care. I can’t fucking help it Lex! You should have seen you in that bed on the first night. I have never been more scared of anything in my life.” Tears ran down pale cheeks as she yelled, anger about the situation, fear about it taking over. She didn’t register it as Lexa struggled to stand and move toward her, but eventually she was wrapped in a tight embrace. “You should be in bed.”

“Shut up and let me hold you.” Lexa whispered quietly. They stood there for a long minute, until Clarke felt Lexa sway a bit. “I’m sorry. Okay? I am sorry I scared you. I get that it was traumatic for you as well and I apologize for not taking that into consideration. But I need my wife back, alright? I need you Clarke, not a nurse. You. I need you to cuddle with me at night and I need our son to tell me his preschool woes. I need normal. I’ll call the number they gave us and get a nurse okay? I know I still have more recovery to go, but I need the love of my life and you need a break.”

Clarke nodded breathed out a sigh of relief, then helped Lexa back into the bed, careful of the wound on her stomach and side. “I’ll go get Eli and we can all take a nap, how does that sound?”

“Perfect.” When Lexa woke up an hour and a half later with her two favorite people in the world at her side, she felt better than she had all month.

[k-luna-x-blog]

!!! REAL PHOTO FROM THE WEBSITE !!!

Name - Eli About me - Hate jabbering What i like - Feel desired Looking For - Boyfriend

❄More Girls Here✽

[d-falt]

are my blog colours too bright? :0

[q-mackenzie-vvv-blog]

!!! REAL GIRL WITH WEBSITE !!!

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