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Can you do a second part for your request (Aegon (conqueror), Maegor, Aemond, Daemon, Aegon 2 initially treated their wives badly, then fell in love with her. Their wives are now done with them.) Part 2 ? The wife is pregnant. However, he does not want them to approach him or waste time. They overhear him talking with the baby in the womb or with the baby after birth, when the birth is near.

Wife: I love you baby. But I wish that man wasn't your father. Now I'm a prisoner to him. I always prayed in my prayers to get rid of that guy and start a new family. Maybe the gods are too cruel.

What will the men's reaction be? How long did the co-reader try to be a good match with them? (months ? weeks ?)

What if the men try to give them a second baby to forgive them. The wife secretly drinks moon tea. When men confront her, they just say you don't consider them worthy to be the father of their children.

part one | part two (you're here!) ps. i took a different route with this because i'm soft.

Aegon "The Conqueror" Targaryen

Even if your affections for him had gone cold and your heart froze, you were still his wife. It was still your duty, as his wife and the queen, to provide him a child.

Aegon had hopes when you came to visit him every night and every night he held you, he spilled himself inside you in hopes that you'd look at him with love once more.

it had not taken long for the maesters to confirm your pregnancy when you couldn't keep anything down and you didn't bleed when your bleeding week came.

Aegon was over joyed, just as you were but you knew this would not fix anything. You knew Aegon more as your negligent husband than the loving one that he was now.

You could not forgive his harsh words and easy dismissal of you and your action. you had tried so hard, for two years only for him to dismiss you and shoot you down with harsh words. You couldn't find the affection within you anymore.

Aegon realized that, one night when he overheard you speaking to your baby when you were almost eight months alone.

You sat on your bed as you rubbed your bulging stomach, frowning down into your lap. "I'm excited to meet you, my baby but I dread the day you realize that I do not love your father." Your voice is soft but the words pierce him like none have. "I did once but a broken heart cannot be unbroken simply because of regret."

Aegon wished he could have turned back time so that he might cherish you for things you had done for him. You were his wife and yet, he hadn't been a husband to you.

Your child, a beautiful son that you named Aenys, would never know that you had loved Aegon once. Even when he was loving towards you, you felt a tinge of 'maybe i can love him again' but you heart had been maimed too much at his hands.

You would care for Aegon, but you would never love him.

Aegon "The Usurper" Targaryen

Aegon had never regretted anything like he regretted hurting you. The thought of seeing anymore whores or seeing servants made him sick with guilt. He couldn't even drink his favorite wine due to the guilt he felt of hurting you.

You were supposed to be his wife and he had hurt you to the point of no return. He would never forgive himself for that, and neither would you forgive him, he knew that well.

The night of the fifth anniversary of your marriage, you had come to him. Your expression neutral and arms crossed and you stated that you wanted a baby, you wished for a child and unlike him you would not go outside of your marriage, he had flinched at that statement, nearly sobbing into your stomach.

"I will give you anything you want, please, please don't hate me." He had sobbed into your stomach as he held you close and you almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

The memory of how you looked all of the night that you spent with him would never leave his mind.

Flushed, panting with hazy eyes as you moaned and wrapped your arms around him. It was the only time he could get even remotely close to you.

You would wisely ignore as he whined out that he loved you as he spilled himself inside you, and the second it was confirmed that you were with child, it would only remain memories to aegon.

rumors and whispers from the court disappeared more and more as your stomach swelled and started to bulge. You mainly found yourself in the company of either alicent or helaena but sometimes aegon would trail after you like a lost puppy.

It was one of the rare nights, where you were alone when Aegon had overheard your quiet conversation.

"... I pray you never find out the truth about your father." You sounded like you were about to cry. "About the restless nights where I sobbed and broke down before I decided my heart couldn't take another heart break."

Aegon wanted to take everything back, he wanted to reach in between his ribs and tear out his heart and offer it to you. He had broken you. He had done this.

"I pray you never find out that your mother can't bear to love your father out of a wish to protect herself. I'm.... a selfish coward. I'm sorry, baby." You sobbed as you clutched onto your stomach and Aegon felt himself cry with you.

He had done this. He could never undo it.

Aemond "The One-Eye" Targaryen

The rumors seemed to stop after a while. No more rumors of the lady from harrenhal, your husband seemed to never leave anymore except on short flies with Vhagar, too short to visit his whore.

None of that mattered to you as you continued with you days, rejecting all of aemond's offers. No matter what they were.

Eating with him, visiting him in his room, seeing him train, taking walks. You didn't want anything from him anymore. You kept to yourself mostly, visiting the library frequently but only during times in which you knew Aemond would not be there. You had all your meals in your room.

But you still had your duties as Aemond's wife and the thought of a child hadn't occurred to you until alicent had sent for you.

"I wish to see you with child soon, sweetling." She had told you but her eyes spoke more than her words did. A child meant marriage was going well, it meant that the reputation of herself and aemond would be well, and by that, the reputation of aegon and alicent would be positive.

One good reputation influences all other involved. You wanted to rip out your womb at the notion.

But still, you swallowed your bitter poison and did your duty, you showed yourself to your husband in pretty silks and spoke of your hopes of a baby.

You buried your face in his shoulder as he took you in hopes of hiding the fact that your tears were not only of pleasure but also for yourself. You had bound yourself to him, even in death, you would be his wife.

Even if you could not bring yourself to love for Aemond again, you couldn't hide the joy the idea of having a child brought you.

You also could help the telltale feeling of pride that filled you, a feeling that you had seldom felt since you married Aemond, at the look of joy on both aemond and alicent's faces.

You hated that feeling. you had never both loved and hated someone as much as aemond.

It tore you into pieces.

Aemond had never felt as much guilt as he had when he overheard you just two week before you were due to give birth. He had gone to see you and found you sobbing as you held your stomach.

It had been an entire year since you had frozen your heart over to aemond but you could never fully disappear what you had felt. "I pray you never know what this is like, my sweet baby." You cried, one hand pressing against your face. "I wish i could forget all of my memories of aemond. I hope you never have to experience such heartbreak."

Even though Aemond had never seen Alys after the day to threw the comment of her in his face, he still wanted to wash himself clean of the hurt he caused you.

But forgiveness is not that simple, sometimes it's unachievable.

Daemon "The Rogue Prince" Targaryen

Despite Daemon's words to sway you and his attempts at seduction, you had remained cold, distant.

Even in the days which he demanded you perform your duty as his wife which was to bare his heir. Even when he took you as his own again and again. You remained as quiet as you could, you remained cold, you never found joy or pleasure in it. It was an empty act.

One, you were sure, he was quite good at since he frequented brothels as often as he always did. Fucking was as simple as breathing to him.

You remained as cold when you told him that you were pregnant with his child. If daemon had thought that this would soften you to him, he would be wrong.

Of course, you were overjoyed in private. You smiled so bright and glowed when Daemon wasn't around. You were so overjoyed to have this baby. It didn't matter if they looked like daemon. You would love them regardless.

You had less time to be overjoyed about it them more time he spent with you as your stomach swelled and grew. You refused his help and support, only asking that he send for your personal maid to help you.

It was frustrating to daemon but as you had insisted multiple times, you were only his wife by law, it was whores he lusted after. So, he can give them his money and have his pleasure with them.

But sometimes daemon was sneaky, he came and went where he wished without your knowledge. It was on one of those nights that he came to understand the full extent of your resentment towards him.

"...I don't think I'll ever love your father, little one." You whispered softly to your bulging stomach, your hand pressed against it gently. "But I will always love you, you are my lovely child."

He stopped to listen for a little longer before walking away with determination. He'd just have to try harder to endear himself to you.

Maegor "The Cruel" Targaryen

After that night in the Sept, Maegor sent for you constantly. All your nights were his. Regardless of whether or not he was fucking you, you were always to be by his side.

Your words rang in his head constantly on a loop.

'I am barely your wife, only a brrodmare for your satisfaction, so please let's stop pretending, my king.' you had said those words to him.

Even so, it didn't stop the fire in his veins from lighting up hot when he spent his nights fucking his seed into you. 'I will make a mother out of you' he had whispered in your ears as your eyes stayed glued to the ceiling and never on him.

It's okay, he had ways of convincing you.

It was really no surprise that you fell pregnant with his child, the maesters had confirmed it and Visenya went from hospitable to downright overprotective and possessive of her good daughter.

Maegor was even worse, his first child. He would never let anything happen. He would move you into his chambers and refuse to let you go anywhere without him.

You vividly remember his grip on your jaw the first time you had gone somewhere without him two months into your pregnancy.

'you are my wife.' he had said, purple eyes burning into you. 'leave without me again, you may be free from ym wrath but everyone else is fair game, my sweet lady.'

Your blood had gone cold at that.

"Oh little love." You had whispered to your bulging stomach, one night just one month away from your due date, unaware of maegor's eyes on you. "What shall I do? I cannot stand the attention. I wish your father would stop seeking me out, I do not like him at all." You frowned at your lap. "I hope his attentions will cease after your birth, sweet one."

They wouldn't. Maegor's attentions would only increase after your first child's birth and they would never cease.

#house of the dragon x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #maegor targaryen x reader #hotd x reader

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shion-yu · 3 months

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Experiment

Cliff and Elliot meet on Cliff's 18th birthday. My entry for the @hurtcomfort-bingo space "Experiment." 1,237 words. No TWs.

On Cliff's eighteenth birthday, he met Elliot. They were at a party and Cliff didn't do parties, but he thought he'd try one because turning eighteen is supposed to be a big deal and he had no one to celebrate with otherwise. He'd been at NYU for nearly two weeks and yesterday he finished his first week of classes. Someone called it syllabus week, and Cliff thought that was a good name for it because he felt like that was all they did. What little homework he'd received was already done and it was too early to even know where to begin studying for exams. He was bored and some part of him deep down wished to be acknowledged on the day he was "officially" an adult by just one person (other than his sister, who didn't count).

So far, Cliff felt he'd learned two things about life after high school. One, people in college seemed to care less about everything and anything - for good and for bad. And two, he was never going to make friends here. At least, Cliff was worried he wouldn't. It wasn't like he'd had many close friends in high school either, but he had people he liked and talked to every day. Here, he felt surprisingly lonely for someone who was sure he was an introvert. He'd even started texting his sister back sometimes just so he had someone to interact with.

He was passing through the dorms last night when he heard several people discussing an open house party that one of the NYU fraternities held every year. It wasn't exactly recruitment, maybe pre-recruitment. Cliff didn't think that was his scene, but he was bored and although he tried to put little stock in the day that just happened to be the anniversary of his birth, he couldn't help but feel like a loser for spending yet another night in his dorm room this time.

So that's how he ended up at this party. A girl far taller than him said, "Aww, he's so cute," and shoved a four loko in Cliff's hand. He sat awkwardly sipping it, the distasteful flavor making him slightly nauseous. He'd skipped dinner, and as a result began to get drunk very quickly.

He had been tipsy a few times in high school, but drunk only once before: a graduation party that got out of hand and ended up with Cliff getting into a fight with the girl who he was supposed to go to prom with. Supposed to because he had ended up standing her up - not on purpose though, he was super sick that night - but she'd taken it personally anyways and well, it hadn't been a good time. Cliff thought about that day and wondered why people had to be so troublesome. He didn't even know why he was lonely - it's not like he liked people much. It was stupid to be here.

He stood to leave, swaying slightly. He glanced around for the tall girl who had been treating him like a puppy since he'd walked in to let her know he was going home only to find her making out with some guy in a corner. Okay, he guessed she was too distracted to notice him anymore. Cliff turned to leave and ran straight into another body. He heard a sharp yelp and the feeling of a beer being poured down the front of his shirt.

"I'm sorry!"

Cliff looked up at the voice in shock. A boy with curly dark hair and shiny green eyes was across from him and clearly the reason Cliff's shirt was now soaking wet. He was trim and a bit taller than Cliff and began frantically looking for something to wipe the mess up with. The nearest thing that met this description happened to be an old napkin in the floor, which blotted basically none of the liquid up as the boy pressed it to Cliff's shirt over and over.

"I don't think it's working," Cliff said faintly. The boy looked up from his task, paused and then cracked up laughing. Cliff couldn't help but smile too.

"You're right," the boy said, still giggling. "I'm sorry. Want my shirt?"

"Your shirt?" Cliff repeated incredulously. "I can't take your shirt."

"I meant my jacket," the boy blushed. "Sorry. I'm a little drunk. Never been drunk before. Ah, crap, I don't think I'm supposed to tell people that, that's really uncool."

The boy's awkwardness endeared himself to Cliff. "Okay, sure, your jacket." Cliff turned around and quickly tore his wet t-shirt off to change. He slipped his arms into the jacket that the boy was holding up for him. It felt warm and smelled good. "What's your name?" Cliff asked as he turned back around and began buttoning the jacket up. His fingers felt clumsy and a little numb.

"Elliot," the boy said with a grin. "You?"

"Cliff Barrows," Cliff said, automatically including his last name as he was so accomstomed. But Barrows meant nothing to Elliot, and that was refreshing to Cliff. A relief he hadn't anticipated.

"Cliff, like Clifford the big red dog?" Elliot asked. "You've even got the red hair to match!" Cliff had heard this before and he usually didn't appreciate it. But Elliot didn't seem to be unkind in saying this. In fact, he seemed earnest and sweet, and Cliff felt drawn to him. He had such a genuine smile.

"Yeah," Cliff said. "Like that."

"Awesome," Elliot grinned. His eyes wrinkled at the corners as he smiled and Cliff could see that he had dimples on either side of his mouth. "So... Do you know anyone here?"

Cliff considered lying. But then he glanced at the tall girl in the corner still making out and shook his head. "Nope. No one. Do you?"

"My roommate invited me, then ditched me," Elliot laughed. "Why'd you come if you don't know anybody?"

Cliff hesitated, but Elliot had admitted his drunkenness so Cliff figured he would admit his intentions. "Don't laugh," he said. "It's my birthday."

Elliot's eyes widened in shock. "Seriously? Happy birthday!"

"Thanks," Cliff said. Elliot opened his mouth. "You're not going to sing, are you?" Cliff asked quickly.

Elliot looked at him sheepishly. "Not anymore," he said. "But we have to do something to celebrate. You must have wanted to. Why else would you be here?"

Cliff thought about the question, then shrugged. "I don't know. An experiment, I guess."

"An experiment?" Elliot repeated incredulously.

"Yeah. To see if I could make a friend." Cliff wasn't sure why he was telling Elliot this. It sounded pathetic and weird. It must be the alcohol, he thought to himself. Making him brave and warm all over, or maybe it was just Elliot's smile.

To his surprise, Elliot didn't call him a weirdo. He just grinned. "Well, I think you succeeded," he said. "Friends?"

Cliff blinked. "Us?"

"Yeah. If you want," Elliot said, suddenly a little shy. "Do you want to?"

Cliff nodded. "Yeah." He just couldn't believe it.

"Perfect. Let's get out of here, then," Elliot said. "I have a feeling this isn't really either of our thing. Wanna go to the diner instead?"

It sounded ten times better than this noisy party, and something about being alone with Elliot - just having the opportunity to get to know his enthusiastic and mysterious new friend - made Cliff's stomach flutter with excitement. "Definitely. Let's go."

#shionwrites #oc: cliff #might have a part 2 later idk #mostly just fluff but cliff needs a break every once and a while #hurtcomfortbingo #oc: elliot #expirement #fluff #college setting #meet cute #whump blog

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smbilodeau · 1 year

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Killing Machine

I wrote the following essay five years ago today, on the 84th anniversary of my mother's birth. It's five years later and we have made zero progress. Think about why that is while reading this, please.

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I don’t talk about guns much. I don’t own one, after all, and they don’t play a part in my day-to-day life.

It’s not because I’m afraid of them. It’s not because I don’t know how to use one. It’s not because I don’t know how to take care of one. I’ve known how to safely use a gun since I was eight or nine. I was on the Rifle Team in high school. I’ve had many instructors over the years, but the first person to teach me how to use a gun properly was my father.

For those who don’t know him, I’ll provide a little background information. He was a Marine combat medic during the Korean conflict. He served on the front lines during that conflict. Earned a Purple Heart there, pulling soldiers out of harm’s way to treat them, despite the shrapnel embedded in his arm. Kept pulling them out of harm’s way for days while wounded without getting treated himself, because he was in better condition than they were.

It took me decades to get the story of the scar on his arm from him. He doesn’t talk about that time in his life much. He also doesn’t own a gun. He knows what guns do to the human body, has had to deal with that first hand. He taught myself and my brothers that a gun isn’t a toy, it’s not for fun. It’s a tool designed with one purpose in mind: to kill. I don’t think that lesson really took for us, when he first told us. I know that it didn’t take for me. Do you know how much fun it is to fill a two-liter soda bottle with water, screw the top down tight, and then watch it explode when you put a round through it?

We had guns in the house when I was younger. My brothers and I each had our own single-shot .22 rifle. Used for plinking at the soda bottles I mentioned more than anything else. My dad had a shotgun for the annual Thanksgiving time deer hunting he and his brothers did. I don’t remember him ever bringing a deer home, so I’m not sure if he ever really used it for more than an excuse to spend time with his brothers. I know that I wanted to get old enough to go hunting with him and my uncles.

That was the gun my mother used to commit suicide.

That was when the “guns are not toys” lesson finally sank in.

My father hasn’t owned a gun since.

Today should have been my mother’s 84th birthday. I would love to be able to call her up and wish her a “Happy Birthday, Mom!” but I can’t. A gun took that away from me.

There is a fetishization about guns in this country. They’ve been romanticized since the founding of the country. The image of the backwoods patriot with his squirrel rifle fighting off the Redcoats in iconic. As is the image of the tough, good man with the fast draw, defending himself and his loved ones from the bad guys in nearly every western ever made.

Part of the problem, I suspect, is that the people who want guns the most are the ones who understand what they really do the least. They don’t protect you from your government. They don’t keep you safe in your own home. [Statistics say that you’re far more likely to kill yourself, or a family member, if you own a gun, then if you don’t. How is that safe?]

What they do, is give frightened people the illusion of safety. And for those people to be able to maintain that illusion, they’re willing to let our nation’s children be sacrificed regularly, and more and more frequently.

You know that it’s fear driving them, because you can NOT have a rational discussion with them about gun control, about the need for proper laws, and proper access, and proper training. There are more laws on the books for vehicle ownership, safety, and licensing, than for guns. Than for a tool whose only purpose is to kill. Think about that… It takes longer to buy a car than a gun in many states. AND you have to already be trained and licensed to operate the vehicle. The gun? Not so much.

How many of you who love your guns more than you love other people’s children have ever seen first hand what a gun can do? I’ve known what a gun is really used for, and what it can really do, since my mother’s death. Since I saw her corpse laying in its coffin, with its reconstructed face that bore almost no resemblance to her.

You want your guns so you can feel safe? Fine. I want sane gun laws to feel that my grandsons are safe when they leave for school. I want guns at least as tightly regulated as automobiles. Years of training. Licensing. Background checks. Limited amounts of ammo per person. Limited clip size. You want to keep a killing machine in your house? Fine. Then know how to use it. And know what it can do.

What it can do is destroy lives.

#Gun Control #Gun Control Now

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thoughts-and-more-sadness · 2 years

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I am quite frankly so over his shit. Like sure everything is sweet and I have a roof over my head and food and he works hard for me. But I am so tired of asking him to take a morning off or take a day off. Let’s go be responsible and do our doctors appointments. Let’s go have fun and plan something. He doesn’t take the time off. When our plans or dates go bad he accuses me and blames me. Always throws it in my face that I don’t plan anything and we need to plan more ahead. Says next time I better be the one to make the plans because he is sick and tired of doing all the hard work planning. This is bullshit. I know for a fact it is. Because last time I planned something, usually something fun or with my family. He doesn’t ask for the day off, until it’s the morning of. I complain and I’m sad because ultimately he failed me, he let me down he didn’t ask for the time off for fulfill our plans that I talked about time and time again. I remind him over and over to ask for it off, to the point I guess I annoy him and he snaps at me to stop. I planned something for tomorrow. It won’t happen and I feel embarrassed thanks to him. He embarrasses me. Yesterday was my parents anniversary. I wanted to do something nice with them, but not a dinner. Go to the lavender festival, my mom loved the lavender I brought her last time. Then I thought about my grandma and her cancer surgery is less than a week away. So why not invite her too, a nice family gathering to celebrate my parents and to show love to grandma. Beautifully planned right. I communicated with them, they set a day, me and him communicate and agree okay sure that day. So I tell them I’ll get back to you guys and confirm it once he officially gets the day off and asks for it. He doesn’t. Weeks go by. And I mean weeks. He had two weeks to send a 30 second text. I scheduled a doctors appointment that morning. I am so scared. I genuinely am afraid of getting my blood drawn. I can’t stand it. I ask him to be there, to take me, to be a little late to work. Sure I get it you don’t give a fuck about my family or my feelings. But please just do this one thing ya know be there for me. I’m scared because I don’t have faith that he will. I know he is a immature boy that doesn’t know to step up and be there like he implies he will. I know it but ya see I’m dumb I still put faith over and over. The last time he told his boss he wasn’t going to work at the very last minute, and I mean the last minute he had hours that morning to text his boss. He waited until he should’ve been driving to work. He was that big of a pussy to send a text that he had weeks to send. I told him that shit is not going to happen again, I will not tolerate this dumb procrastination it embarrasses you and makes you look like a bad employee for no good reason. YOU HAD WEEKS. When I told him I want him to be there for doctors appointments for the possible baby. He told me I should man up now because I’m not gonna be able to handle it. That I mine as well go alone. He is the one that wanted a baby so goddamn bad he would throw away my birth control. He would make me feel bad every day when it was that time for my pill. He made it so hard on me. I know he is not gonna step up and be there for me, for a baby I know that. He can’t even handle me he is not going to be able to handle this. He is making me not so scared of an abortion like I used to be. The thing that pisses me off more is I wish I could just scoop up my family and go with them and take them in my car. Forget him he can miss out on the fun then. But I fucking can’t. Because I am fucking waiting around on him to get my car up and running and I cannot afford this. This is bad. He says they figured out what needs to be replaced, he says he has to go to work almost 2 hours early to order the part for my car. Funny thing is he doesn’t even report back to me later that day anything about my car. I don’t even know if the part was ordered. And to make me feel better they’re pretty sure that is probably what needs fixing. Ya know. Probably. Pretty sure.

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lanawinterscigarettes · 3 years

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You're Not A Monster (Natasha Romanoff x reader)

Description: After Natasha learns how much you enjoyed spending time with Clint's kids, she grows self conscious over the fact she can't give you a family of your own

A/N: I don't see many fics where Natasha is the one being comforted, so I thought it would be a good idea to write one. I hope you guys like it even though it's short. Enjoy <3

Warnings: self depreciating thoughts, hurt/comfort

You had spent the entire day taking care of Clint's kids while him and Laura were out celebrating their anniversary.

You were glad to do it, but chasing after three different kids all day long was exhausting. That's why you were happy when you were finally able to go back home to your fiance, Natasha.

Stepping in the front door, you set your keys on the counter as you took off your coat. "Honey, I'm home!" You called out, alerting her of your presence.

"Okay, I'm in here," she responded.

You followed her voice to the kitchen where she was cooking dinner.

"Did you have fun with the kids?" She asked.

"Yeah, but I had to convince them to eat real food for lunch and not just sweets, the little rascals." You kiss her on the cheek as you wrap your arms around her from behind.

You didn't hear it, but you could feel her tense up and sigh.

"Hey, what's wrong?" You asked as you gently brushed her hair away from her face.

"It's nothing. I just-" she paused for a moment as tears started to form in her eyes. "I just wish I could give you what they have."

"Oh, baby," you said as you pulled her into a hug.

The Red Room had taken away a lot of things from her, but one of the long lasting effects was them taking away her ability to give birth.

"I'm a monster," she whispered as tears started slipping down her cheeks.

"No, no you're not. I don't ever want you to think that, okay?" You said as you wiped away her tears. "You're not a monster. We can always adopt, or get a surrogate. I know it won't be the same, but I don't ever want you think you're less than any other person, alright?"

She slowly nodded. "I love you. And thank you, for everything."

"Of course baby," you said as you rubbed small circles on her back, holding her close. "And I love you too."

Taglist: @langdonsreign @anxiously-sad @iloveentrapta @ghot-girl

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lovetendencies · 3 years

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—DRACO MALFOY in LOVE ANNIVERSARY

teen pregnancy.

Your first children, it was a birth that was done alone, and it frequently scared you when you remembered it. Your lover, first love, Draco Malfoy wasn’t there and he hadn’t known about his first kid.

Your first baby, a beautiful boy, was with your parents in the Muggle World being taken care of from your parents and as well was your second. They’d send postcards and photos you had to open when you were alone so you could see your baby boys, who were growing to look more and more like Draco as time went on. You wrote postcards back for your parents and mostly for your sons to read, hoping they were old enough by now to carefully read words and hear what you had to say.

You often felt guilty for not telling Draco when the Headmaster, Dumbledore, told you not to tell anyone as they’d handle the news badly. He had excused you from Hogwarts for a full year but with Professors who had given you homework. “I missed you, my love,” Draco whispered the first night he had you alone. You were nearing your guys’ last year at Hogwarts, being in your sixth, and your both your sons being born just a few months ago. You felt terrible as to not celebrating their first birthday with them and Draco as a family because you’d be away at Hogwarts in November.

But you couldn’t tell him, you couldn’t, he’d had been afraid either way and cut off all connections possible to not talk to you. When you had said you missed him too, you remembered when he looked down at you with skepticism. “You look like you’re sick. Are you okay? Is there something you’re not telling me?” he asked. “Are you alright? While you were away did you get sick from something?” Draco had a tendency to overthink that’d often give him a headache, his stomach would twirl, and his thoughts often had the better of him but nobody except you had known that. “No, don’t worry, I’m okay. The headmaster said I was supposed to see my family because something had happened to my parents,” it was a lie.

Your parents and all your known relatives were alive and well, healthy in fact. It was your sons you hoped to see someday and noticed your face enough to call you mommy. “Are they alright? I know I’ve never met them before but—” it was how worried he was that caught you off-guard. It had made you fall into his arms and cry, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in to plant kisses on his face, that’d have been your moment to tell him—that he was a daddy, that he was a father to the most precious and beautiful boys you’ve ever seen.

“They’re doing okay,” you cried. “They’re alright,” he had fallen back against his bed, surprised, and he did that stupid smile that would make everything okay again. “I’m glad—because I still have to meet them, right?” he smiled, bringing your head against his chest, holding you tightly in his arms until Pansy Parkinson herself, slammed the door open. Pansy and Blaise had already known about your guys’ relationship, having seen that night your sons were conceived, and under circumstances, accidental but who you had loved either way.

“We’re already made sure you guys weren’t doing the devils tango again,” Pansy stared down at you guys with a disgusted expression, and all while Blaise had side-smiled, containing a laugh. The two that often trailed Draco from behind were also your best friends, leaning towards more to Pansy who was with you through thick and thin, and her own share of insecurities and breakdowns; that night, you were focused more of what tomorrow’s postcards could bring, your baby boys smiling with their hands that covered his cheeks like the last? Or whimpering baby boys you wished to hold in your arms?

Your parents were fond of magic as they had went to Hogwarts themselves as kids, both marrying muggles and having a daughter who was likely to be magic, they knew the moment when there were things in the most odd places. They’ve also known Dumbledore their whole lives as well, he was quite fond of your family, and the generations. “I love you,” Draco whispered, his arms trailing around your waist as the other two had noticed, their gaze focused open you and Draco until they had thought it was time to leave. They said their see you tomorrow’s and he had wrapped you on top of his lap.

During the conversation you had with your best friends, Pansy whispered next to you, saying: “Draco has been faithful to you. I didn’t see him next to a girl except me, didn’t have his hands on anyone when we were at parties on weekends, and he often mentioned that he missed you,” she chuckled. “And I was surprised because I was hoping I’d have to beat him up to get some sense in him—but he does. For you,” she kissed your cheek, a small gesture you two would give each other that’d make Draco and Blaise turn their heads towards you guys.

You wanted to tell him that he had beautiful sons that looked identical to him as he were as a child himself—but somewhere in his eyes, he was living to be a teenager, hoping to be a kid again. “I wish I could tell you things I know when I left here for a bit,” Draco gazed in your eyes, hoping for truth with a raised brow. “But I’m going to tell you anyway,” he softened, his arms right around your waist. “We have my parents to be expecting when we visit them this summer,” you smiled down at him. “I know for a fact they can’t wait to meet you, and I can’t wait until you meet them because I’ve told them a lot about you. What you do, how your parents are like, how we met,” and it was that, it made him chuckle.

It was half the truth. You couldn’t wait to see your both of your sons when you went to visit them this summer, and Draco, his eyes were lit with hope. Since summer was around the corner, surprised you came back anyway, he begun to prepare his luggage, his most finest clothing he has ever owned, along with things that’d impress “your parents”. But when in reality, they’d have rather much seen him, their father, their daddy.

Time went by fast, it went by slow, and it often differed. By the time you guys were on the train, he had begun to pace around with his hand up to his chin, rubbing his face and he had a stern expression that you had to remind would give him wrinkles. “It’s going to be okay. They will love you,” you weren’t afraid of what your parents would think of Draco as they had already loved him despite not meeting him. They’ve told you many times that they’d help you through your journey of becoming a mother, and if Draco didn’t comply, they’d be there for you but you’d rather much have him.

You’ve gotten the approval of Dumbledore to tell Draco, and he had given you a smile that spoke many words. He mentioned that he was proud of you to see this through with him, and talking about the things that could’ve possibly happen to Draco, all the different possibilities and outcomes made you terrified to your core. He were about to meet your sons for the first time, and he didn’t know they could possibly have existed.

They were both born of November a few months ago, and by this time, they’d have been seven months old. “What if they don’t like me? What if they don’t see what you see? What if they think I’m no good? Oh god, I shouldn’t have brought these clothes,” he chewed on his nail and sat beside you worriedly, resting his head against your shoulder with a slump that made you chuckle, and being received an expression that made him raised his eyebrows. “They’re going to love you, baby,” you twirled his hair, knowing how much he loved getting his hair played with, and within a few minutes, he fell asleep.

The next half hour, the train had stopped, and you saw your parents against a new SUV they had bought for you and their grandsons. “Let’s go, we’re here,” Draco had begun to grow more nervous and nervous at each step he took off the train, and the moment he did, he didn’t fail to notice your parents. He had seen the postcards they sent of themselves in Paris, Canada, Africa—they had informally greeted Draco with questions such as: “How are you? Are you taking care of our daughter well?” and Draco had his own share of postcards himself from your parents.

You knew your parents had loved Draco—and part of the reason why was because you guys never had a fight, when you guys did, and you had avoided everything to not tell them when it was difficult to. The amount of postcards and letters that were left not sent and in a garbage can were uncountable. Draco trailed from behind like a scared little puppy meeting it’s owner for the first time. “Hey, my lovely!” your mother had cheered, running towards you as you had dropped your luggage at your sides, which you had grown impatient. “Where are my babies?” you whispered softly, hugging her back. “They’re sleeping in the car. Have you told him yet?” she asked.

You had shook your head as Draco helped out your father to load the luggage in the back. He didn’t see the two baby seats in the back with two babies who had a grown set of hair. You had glanced inside the car and seen them—your sons. Your heart ached as their hair had begun to change since the last seven months you’ve seen them. One of your sons, Vincent, had dark brown hair with platinum blonde streaks—and your other son, Scorpius, had full platinum blonde hair. And you were glad that your hair colour was part in Vincent’s hair.

“We have lasagna in the oven back home. Have you ever tried it, Draco?” your mother asked. He had shook his head, slowly walked towards you and kept behind you, timid of your father and your mother. “Well, if you’re scared of us, you can relax. If you had other girlfriends and met their fathers, we aren’t like them,” your father smiled, passive aggressively, he spoke. “No, sir. I haven’t had any other serious girlfriends other than your daughter,” and it was true, he hadn’t except you and you’ve been there for him most of your time at Hogwarts.

Draco hadn’t noticed the two babies in the back as soon as he got in the vehicle. “We hope you two spend time together this Summer,” your parents spoke in unison, together, they clapped hands with laughter. “We are expected to travel just outside the city for a couple of days—and it’s only a few hours,” you knew what the code was for. They were going to take a break and it was up to you and Draco to take care of the babies for the Summer, meaning three months. By the time you guys had gotten to your place, your father and Draco grabbed the luggage and dropped them inside. “My babies,” you walked over to a small bench at the front of the house.

You had planned to walk in, your parents in the backyard, and telling Draco he had two sons. But you were caught up in the moment, they looked up while rubbing their eyes and soon they were bouncing in your lap, it had made you laugh and worried as you were alone and didn’t want to drop them. After awhile, the sun was starting to set and among the horizon, hues mixed with yellow, orange, and a hint of blue that the sky was being put to rest. “My babies,” you whispered, rubbing your forehead against theirs and kissing their plump and soft cheeks. “I missed you so much,” you planned to tell Draco once you got inside as the sun had hinted you spent too much time with them and less with Draco.

“I’ll tell your daddy that he has two beautiful and perfect sons,” they looked up at you with tired and droopy eyes. They looked like Draco as Narcissa gave you baby photos of him with twinkling and watery eyes. “If he doesn’t react in a way I hope he does,” you whispered. “Then we don’t need him, okay? I’ll raise you both myself, know you guys are so loved,” you whispered as you had stood up from your spot, heading back inside, watching for twigs and stones that might’ve tripped you. But instead, Draco was sitting against the pavement with his face in his hands, and he looked as though he had been silently crying, watching you and the twins.

Your heart skipped a beat as the twins were resting against your breasts, their eyes half-open from spending their time with you with laughter and giggles. “Draco?” you whispered. He looked up from his hands, his face the most stern and cold you’ve ever seen him, and the way he looked at you was as if he hadn’t known you—like it was when you guys were in your first years all over again. “I’m sorry,” you let out as he had broken up again. “I saw them—but I thought they were your brothers. I noticed the blonde hair like mine, their pale skin, blue and brown eyes like ours, and I still thought they were your brothers,” he sighed, rubbing his eyes to avoid tearing up, and looking ‘weak’.

“I didn’t tell your parents. I didn’t tell anyone—not even Pansy,” you whispered, your arms starting to grow tired from their body weight, and you had walked over to the bench as he trailed from behind. “You were the only person I wanted to tell before anyone else,” you whispered. “Because I thought I’d be worthy enough again—and it was unfair for me to keep a secret like this from you for a year,” Draco had timidly sat beside you, glancing at the babies from time to time as he fidgeted with his hands and the ends of his black shirt. “I’m not going to leave you,” he mumbled. “And frankly, I don’t think I have the heart to,” he whispered, the courage to look up at you.

“Because I spent most of my time devoted to you, with you, not have I once thought about any other girl. And while you were away, I had many times to think about the future,” he leaned back, staring at the sky that was beginning to set. “Of course, children were in there,” he uncomfortably adjusted himself, and it was almost clear to you. “But I’ve thought after Hogwarts, we’d get married, successful, travel, settle down and have kids,” he rubbed his face in his hands. “And I wonder now,” he looked down at Vincent and Scorpius.

“I wonder how my parents will react when I have two sons,” he trailed off. “That look like me,” he continued to stare at them with dazed eyes, as if he couldn’t believe he was a father—a daddy to your sons you hoped they’d have. “Do you want to hold Scorpius?” you asked, looking at him adjust himself uncomfortably again while rubbing his hands together. “He’s your son, a baby, not a bomb,” you smiled wide enough he started to as well. Draco’s eyes were free of tears, and he looked ecstatic. The moment he had Scorpius in his arms, he looked as if he was about to cry, and he did.

“They’re going to wake up,” you whispered, rubbing his arm up and down. Your parents had luggage ready when you guys had gone back in the house—and Draco didn’t part from his sons. Every second of every day, he’d have them in his arms, kissing their full set hair of heads, their plump cheeks even when they were awake. They’d often look at him with raised eyebrows but soon grew on him—they seemed to know, that he, Draco Malfoy, was their father. Your parents had left the next morning with directions on how to make their bottles when you knew how to, how to change their diapers, how to make them fall asleep—and all while Draco had looked at the directions multiple times with tired and sore eyes that looked like they were about to roll and fall out of their sockets.

He was just as a new parent as you were, and you were glad that he had stuck around. Over the Summer, there was an owl sent by Dumbledore who had congratulated you and Draco. “He knew!?” he whisper-yelled, looking at you with raised eyebrows and an unbelievable expression. “He was the first person I told when I found out I was pregnant. If I told you—you would have freaked out, would you?” Draco thought for a second, shrugged it off and looked away with his cheeks heating up. After you two had sent a letter to Dumbledore with pictures you guys had taken over the Summer, along with the twins who were growing, and in August—you had been there for their first birthday party.

Along with Draco who had looked down at them with a wide smile, holding them in his arms as he sang happy birthday with a cake that he had ordered especially expensive. They knew they had a father—and one of their first words together were daddy. “I love them,” Draco whispered as they were given a sliver of cake, not too much icing, and they had their face dug in like cavemen, cheeks with white icing and they looked like they were having fun. “With an appetite of mommy,” he joked.

The same day, you guys had went to the beach together as a family, and it made your heart ache and ache constantly. You had planned to tell Pansy and Blaise next—who you would know have bizarre and expressions that’d be beyond surprise. Then—it’d be Draco’s parents as they’d wonder why he didn’t spend the summer with him anymore.

The following years, you and Draco had gotten married and had your last planned child. Your sons, Vincent and Scorpius, had grown into their looks. Scorpius had platinum blonde hair like Draco as dark brown streaks appeared as soon as he was two years. Vincent’s platinum blonde streaks spread across his hair, and soon his roots were the only thing that were dark brown. “Meet your baby brother,” you remembered whispering to them as they had been six turning seven then. Draco had been over your shoulder the whole time, looking down at the three babies, and then you.

Who he would say multiple times have saved him when she’s least expected it. “He’s a boy?” Vincent spoke aloud. “But I thought you guys said she was a girl!” he pushed the baby away with a small fist and the baby had woken up with tired and glossy eyes. Draco, who had witnessed, had a vein popping out of his neck as he kept a small smile. ��Sometimes, baby, that they get it wrong. But we love him no matter what,” Scorpius held out his arms as he held him.

“I love you,” Draco whispered from behind, his arms travelling towards your waist. “No, Draco, not another baby. The first two were a difficult delivery and this baby was even more harder,” you pushed his hands off as you had laughed. “I’m kidding,” you whispered. “I love you too,” as you pushed yourself back against his body, wrapping his arms around your waist as you two had looked down at the twins who softly poked at the babies cheeks—and when they did, they pulled away quickly and giggled.

“My love,” he whispered. “My darling wife,” Draco kissed the back of your neck and continued to dig his face in the hem of your neck with a small smile. “I can’t believe how much I love you. I’d give up anything for you and my boys,” he pecked your neck. “Love you forever,” he whispered.

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nightfall-kachiniko · 3 years

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‘ A Broken Promise’ Mikasa x Reader Fanfiction || Angst.

||| Chapt.4 「 FINALE. 」 “The Loss of Freedom of the boy who fought for it,”

﹋「 This contains MAJOR AOT Spoilers for the manga, please proceed with caution. 」﹋

“AGH!” Shit. You felt your body falling through the air, blurred vision as You screamed. Something just- hit you, and you had not a clue what it was. Your leg felt numb, almost like it wasn’t there. “Y/N!” Jean called out to you. his voice getting closer as You felt my body hit his arms. “Shit you alright!?” He asked. Gritting your teeth as your focus came unblurred. The sight infront of you, terrifying. Dozens of titans, more than the nine shifters. So much blood everywhere. Remembering the injury, you looked down at my leg to see a big gash in it, blood falling down into the atmosphere.

“There’s- so much… screaming..” Tears fell down your cheeks. “The titan won’t stop..”

「 This is a time skip to this part. 」

Falco’s titan took you four up in the air. You , Mikasa, and Pieck who can’t turn into pure titans. The people below emerging into titans as you all soared higher. Turning around, you saw Armin fighting Eren in his titan form, his punches no avail to Eren’s.

“Mgh…f-fuck..” You jolted your head as you heard Mikasa murmur. “a-ahh..” She let out in pain. Mikasa’s hand laid rested on her head, her teeth gritted as she suffered.

Her headaches.

That’s what’s happening. Mikasa told you about them once when you both were only cadets. You often helped her through them, letting her lay on your lap as you stroked her hair, giving her comfort. But, that’s all in the past now. You guys are done. Hell, and so is the world..

“I’ll kill him, Help me.” Your Ex’s voice said. “Alright,” Your Captain said. “Y/n, Don’t let Armin accidentally hit us,” He commanded. “And Don’t get caught up with Reiner and Pieck!”

It was all chaos. The explosion of the thunder spear hitting Eren’s teeth left a ring in your ear. Everything is too much..You thought. I- I don’t know how much longer of this I’ll be able to take..

I need someone. I need something. You shut your eyes as you landed on Armins shoulder, stumbling because of your broken leg. It was a relief to be close to him. He turned his head over at you, looking at your tear stained “THEY’RE GONNA DO IT!” You screamed, telling Armin. “THEY’RE GONNA KILL EREN!” Your eyes fell saddened. Everything went blank for you. The screams of children, mothers, fathers, the elder. People who didn’t deserve it, their screams getting more and more faint with every crush. I just, want it to stop.

Eren’s colossal fist punched Armin as you saw Mikasa and Levi heading for the mouth. Bracing your self you gripped your ODM gear tight hanging on.

Please, God just make it Stop.

And then all of a sudden, you blacked out.

Opening your eyes, you saw eren standing right infront of you. He looked into your e/c eyes, guilt and regret on his face. Your eyes widened as you saw him. “Eren…” You said, “y-you… you BITCH!” You sent your hand flying across his face, every ounce of anger inside of you you let out in that one punch. He let out a groan of pain, “YOU’RE SUCH A TRAITOR! YOU’RE NOT ANY BETTER THAN ANNIE BERTOLDT OR REINER! DO YOU NOT SEE THE PEOPLE YOU’VE KILLED!” He held his cheek while after being knocked to the ground.

“ARE YOU STUPID!? DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW MUCH THIS HAS AFFECTED US!? DO YOU EVEN CARE!” Tears spilled down your cheeks like a waterfall.

“WHAT HAPPENED TO THE KIDS WE WERE! THE KIDS WE USED TO BE!”

“they’re gone now,” he replied, looking at your angered mess. You gritted your teeth just looking at him. “You are such a dick.” You growled at him. “Y/n, I know how you feel.”

“WHAT!? YOU KNOW HOW BAD IT HURTS SEEING MY FRIEND SINCE I WAS EIGHT KILL MILLIONS OF PEOPLE!? DO YOU EREN?!” Heavy breath as your screaming continued.

“Y/n,” Eren said. “Make sure she kills me,” His sentence caught you off guard.

“AND YOU… what..” you replied back, your eyes widening.

“Right now we are in a place called the paths,” Eren explained. “I need you to make sure Mikasa kills me,” you looked at him like he was crazy. “Eren, you’re fucking nuts.” The man infront of you eyes glimmered the same as they did as when you were a kid. “I- I don’t want you dead.” You confessed. “You deserve it like hell though! What the hell would your mother think!” You shot at him. “She’d be disappointed in me,” He looked down at the sand beneath you two. “DAMN RIGHT SHE WOULD!”

“Make sure she knows I never hated her, and that she was like family to me,” he said biting his lip. “Don’t tell her I said that, but-“ You were confused, “What are you talking about, we are in the middle of a war you created and you started! We were all at peace till you snuck off to Marley 3 years ago! You said you hated us, that we weren’t ‘free’ you called Mikasa a slave and said that that’s the only reason why she fell in love with me because she’s an Ackerman!”

“Y/n I’m going to tell you this, I did it to protect you.” You scoffed, “did it to protect us my ass, you betrayed us Eren,”

“I know you hate me, but, y/n live your life after this war.” The boy said. “Huh? The hell you getting at? You basically dropped us like flies Jeager! It’s almost like you don’t want us apart of your future”

“No! That isn’t true!” Eren looked up at you, tears flowing down his eyes with pain in his voice. “I did this all so you could have a future! I never wanted to leave you guys! Ever! I wanna be there for you and mikasas wedding! I wanna be there when you have kids! I just..” Eren gritted his teeth, ribbons of water running down his cheek “Nevermind that..”

You sighed, tears of your own forming up in your eyes, “Please, just come home.” You begged. “I can’t,” He said numbly. “I wish I could, but I can’t.”

“We love you Eren, we just want you back.. that’s why Mikasa fought so hard to change you..” you sniffled. “There’s nothing that can happen now, I promise, it’s none of you guys fault,” You sighed, “Eren..”

“I love you all so much, It was worth it.” He said, a small smile on his face. You pulled him into a hug as you cried. “Y/n, I’m so happy for you.. You’ve been through thick and thin and you’re still standing.”

“I just want you here.. with us,” you wiped your tears. “ I always am,” Eren put your hand to your heart, doing the salute. “Always,” his gaze more soft. “Until we meet again, Y/n L/n,” the boy said.

“ See you later, jeagerbomb.”

You were snapped back into reality only to see It ended. Everything. The screaming. The titans they just vanished. And the war. It was finally over. Oh shit is Mikasa okay?! You thought. Swinging your ODM gear over to Eren’s body you landed inside his mouth.

Mikasa stood there, her body still, as she held up the head of your childhood best friend. Eren Yeager. ‘She- finally..let go..’ she let go of the person who was her only family left. Running through the town of Shiganshina together. You four played hop scotch, fought of Armins bullies, captured butterflies and fire flies. The memories of when you all were kids was the only thing you could think of. She let go.. so it’s time for you to as-well.

Mikasa turned around slowly, her face numb, neutral. The head of Eren in her hand as she held it up to the air, frozen. You gave her a reassuring smile, “I’m.. so.. so..proud of you..” You limped, walked up to her as you cupped her cheek. Her eyes looked up at you, realization in her gaze. All of a sudden she wrapped her hands around your waist, she buried her head into your shoulder. Tears flowing down her eyes.

“You freed him baby..” Sniffling you said, “I know deep down, he thanks you.. you put him out of pain Mika…“

“I never wanted to hurt you.. I never wanted to...” Your girlfriend confessed. “I’m so..sorry..” she choked, tears building up in her eyes. “I love you mikasa,” you replied. “I love you too... “ The Raven Haired woman hugged you tighter, fighting back tears. “I just.. wanna..go home..”

“Then let’s go..” you whispered softly to her. She picked you up as she started heading for the exit of the mouth. Finally after fighting for so long, we got our freedom.

Thank you Eren Jeager, the boy who sought freedom, Goodbye. <\3

“Waffles!” The child cheered out. A small chuckle was heard from the Raven haired girl that passed out breakfast beside you, “You’re right good job!” She said congratulating the baby that sat at the high chair. It had been three years since you gave birth to (Child’s name) Ackerman. Now here you both were, your year marriage anniversary coming up and your daughters fourth birthday right around the corner, seems you both had a busy schedule for the week. “Thank you love,” you kissed the cheek of your wife as she gave you your tea, “of course,” she smiled returning the kiss.

“Mommy, ummie,” the child with Raven hair asked with curiosity, “how did you meet?” You both giggled a little bit before looking at each other, “well, it’s a long story,” you said to your daughter who’s identical to Mikasa. “How did you get that thing on your face ummie?” Your daughter asked Mikasa, “Someone’s full of questions today huh?” She teased tickling her. The cute laughs of the sweetheart you gave birth to made you smile with joy. Mikasa scruffled up their hair, “how did you meet?”

Looking at each other you both smiled.

“Well honey, it started along time ago, with a boy I knew, named Eren.” :)

Your daughters face lit up in confusion, “Who’s Eren is it one of Uncle min min’s friends?” There was a knock on your door as she asked her question, “well that’s a story for another time, and I gotta get that it’s probably Armin and Annie with Glacious,”

“ummie can you tell me?” (Childs name) asked.

“When you’re older sweetie,” Mikasa smiled.

‘Eren jeager, God, I hadn’t heard his name in a long time’you thought. ‘That boy..’ you laughed to yourself, ‘he stood out from others,’ Eren, the boy who sought freedom.

Memories of him filled your mind as all that was left was his memory, and forever that’s all that will be left. ‘Eren, I know you’re watching from up above,’ you said to yourself.

but as the days passed, his face got blurrier and blurrier, and all that was left were memories of when you all were children in Shingansia District, waiting for freedom to soar.

And Eren, that crazed man, made it soar :,)

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Chapt.1 “Come back to me,”

Chapt.2 “The conclusion”

Chapt. 3 That promised light, the string called hope.

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sailorsero · 3 years

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nothin’ else like this - nsfw

author: claire (@sailorsero) ship: solo adult bakugou katsuki, dash of adult bakugou x gender neutral reader, side adult kaminari denki x adult shinsou hitoshi prompt/genre: birthday & food kink themed solo play wordcount: 2887 warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing, kink, food fetish/food kink/sploshing a/n: • written for the Bakugou’s Birthday Bash Collaboration - check out the masterlist to see everyone elses!) • shoutout to @foolishfortuna who is writing an amazing food fetish kiribaku that inspired me to write this kink • i do not give permission for this (or any of my writing) to be reposted, by anyone, on this or any other website. please don’t do it! • title from ‘birthday cake’ by rihanna

nothin’ else like this *** pinkyofficial • HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BLASTIEST BOY IN THE GALAXY!!! @explosiongoddynamight LOVE YOU!!! 💥🧡🍹🎂😘 CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU AND GET TURNT WITH MAH BOYSSS!!! BAKUSQUAD BABY!!! 👬🧍‍♀️👬 GO TELL DYNAMIGHT HAPPT BIRTHDAY Y’ALL!!! #dynamight #pinky #birthdaybitch

its_cellophane: happt birthday @explosiongoddynamight pinkyofficial: @its_cellophane suddenly we’re a squad of 4 #cellowho theredriot: Look at us 🥺 can’t wait to celebrate together, love you guys!!! happy birthday bro @explosiongoddynamight ♥️ chargebolt: But can we get #birthdaybitch trending tho?? 🤔

Bakugou tutted, flicking through the photos Mina had posted to Instagram. One from last years Hero Gala, with Tweedle Dumb, Dumber and Dumbest crowded into his personal space - all smiles, suits and champagne flutes. A post-graduation selfie with the woman herself, where he felt so triumphant at moving onto the next stage of his quest to become #1, that he hadn’t even objected to the filter that gave them huge eyelashes and bear ears. A couple from their most recent meetups, candids from their school days (mostly taken without his knowledge, let alone permission; the only one that he was posing for featured a double middle finger that had set Iida off for a good fifteen minutes), one from a photoshoot his publicist had strong armed him into and his friends had christened ‘The Great Bakugou Thirst Trap of 2020’.

Bakugou did not consider himself a sentimental person, or someone who placed a great deal of importance on his own birthday; he hadn’t even made any fuss when you told him you were needed in Osaka for a mission that would take you away two days before he turned 24.

But he couldn’t help but go back to the first photo of the bunch, allowing himself a soft smile he would deny under oath.

His 17th birthday, his first birthday with - ugh - real friends. He remembered rolling his eyes when Racoon Eyes had given her blindingly pink phone to the waitress, yelling at Sparky and Tape Face when they’d shoved themselves into the same side of the booth as the rest of them, growling when Shitty Hair had told him to ‘say ‘cheese’, Bakubro!’.

They all looked so young, pre-undercuts and piercings and late teenage growth spurts. He’d have to remember the (very secret) happiness that night had brought him next time Kirishima annoyed him by stepping mud into his carpet or Kaminari pissed him off by opening his big fat mouth.

Bakugou was drawn from his thoughts by knocking on his office door. Knocking that started out strong for the first hit, dropping noticeably into something more tentative for the rest; probably once they remembered whose door they were knocking on. Kirishima had once told him that the interns drew straws on who had to ‘rattle the beast’s cage’ (interact with Bakugou). He’d know; that idiot had been rattling Bakugou’s cage 25/8 since their first year at Yuuei.

“Come in!”

The door opened far enough for an assistant who had already been by this morning with a sack of birthday cards mixed in with regular fan mail to poke their head through the gap.

“Mr Dynamight, Sir, there’s another delivery for you.”

Bakugou nodded, leaning back in his leather desk chair and stretching out his back. Damn paperwork day, and on his birthday. Fuck, was 24 the age your back started aching from sitting in a goddamn chair?!

The assistant continued as they approached the desk, despite the fact that Bakugou didn’t fucking ask.

“It’s a cake, from a lovely bakery downtown; a delivery person just dropped it off. Their cakes are exquisite, by all accounts.”

They stepped back from the desk once the baby blue box was securely placed down, a white satin ribbon wound expertly around it. An embossed logo Bakugou recognised shone under the overhead light.

The blonde’s quirk made short work of the ribbon, burning it idly with one hand so the rest could be severed with ease.

Bakugou flipped the lid of the box up, letting it fall fully open so he could inspect the contents. He blinked. He blinked again.

It was a cake. A strawberry shortcake, slathered with cream and fresh fruit, and perfectly placed in the centre was a chocolate disc with immaculately piped words.

♡ HAPPY BIRTHDAY DYNAMIGHT ♡

“It’s from your fanclub!”

He let his eyes drift back up to the assistant, who - from what Bakugou could infer from the overly positive, cheery tone he was using - clearly thought Bakugou was seconds away from blasting the expensive gateau across his office, and was trying to avert having to call the janitorial staff back up to this floor. He understood; unbridled, perhaps not-always-reasonable rage was kind of his brand, and the cleaners had already had to make a return journey today after Kaminari had set off several sprinklers making toast.

A cake. Yes, a cake. From his fanclub. A cake from his fanclub. That he was definitely going to eat and nothing else, nothing weird! A cake for him to eat. At home. In private. As soon as possible.

“That’s-” He cleared his throat and tried again. “That’s...great. It looks delicious...yes. Thanks. That’s all. You can...go.”

The assistant looked like they were struggling to process the combination of words that had just left Bakugou, but he was pleased when they decided to take this struggle on the road and left his office with a rushed “Yes, Mr Dynamight, Sir, thank you, you are welcome, good bye!” and the click of the office door.

Bakugou barely had time to drag his fingers through his hair, letting out a breath he had apparently been holding since he’d spoken, before the door opened again.

“Knock knock!” “You know he says it doesn’t count if you say it instead of doing it, especially if you’ve already open- Denki!”

Bakugou groaned as Kaminari shot across the room, peering into the still-open box on the desk. “Ooh, that looks amazing, bro! Can I have some?”

“Hey, Kats! Happy birthday, man!” Kirishima beamed at him before dropping his gaze to the cake Kaminari was currently eyefucking. Bakugou slid the box an inch or two closer to himself. He steadfastly ignored the other blonde’s question.

“Thanks, Ei. What’s Dunce Face doing here - world’s worst birthday present?”

Kirishima snorted, clapping Kaminari on the shoulder. “Ran into him a few blocks away on our patrols; figured we’d catch you now to say ‘happy birthday’ on the actual day instead of waiting for Saturday!”

Kaminari brought out what he probably considered the big guns; his finger guns, that he did for literally everything. “Happy birthday, Blasty! Speaking of your birthday, where did the cake come from? Sent with luuurve from Osaka? Although, that would be weird because you don’t even really like sweets and this won’t keep until Saturday when we get togeth-“

“It’s from my fanclub, Pikachu, and keep your staticky hands off my cake!” Bakugou flipped the lid back down, shielding the cake from view.

“Man, don’t be like that - there’s no way you’re gonna be able to eat all that by yourself!” Kaminari whined.

“Relax, Denks - you know Y/N has a cake ordered for Bakubro’s Belated Birthday Blowout!” Kirishima patted his back consolingly.

“I really wish you’d all stop calling it that. God, letting you guys have their number was a fucking mistake.”

Kaminari looked thoughtful; it was terrifying. “You know, I heard, one time, a hero got given a homemade cake by a fan, and when they took a bite of it, they realised they had a mouth full of the fan’s pubic hair!”

“Dude!” “What the everloving fuck, Dunce Face?!”

Kaminari just beamed, apparently proud of himself for making Bakugou question his life on the anniversary of his birth.

“Firstly, does this cake look fucking homemade to you? Secondly, where the fuck did you read that? ‘Disgusting Stories for Stupid Fucking Idiots Monthly’?”

Kaminari shrugged, nonplussed. “Sero told me.”

“Yes, then. Same thing, pretty much.”

Kirishima interrupted, looking thoughtful. “If you think Bakubro’s cake is full of pubes, why do you want to eat it?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had a mouthful of pubes, bro! ‘Toshi’s more of an au naturel kind of guy…”

Bakugou saw Kirishima’s (painful looking) thinking face intensify, and intervened immediately. “Ei, do not pull at this thread. He-“ Bakugou punctuated with a harsh jab towards the electric hero. “- has told us several times that he’s had Mindfucker’s dirty feet in his mouth before, not to mention all the bodily fluids, and then there’s all the disgusting public places they’ve fucked, and-“

“Don’t kinkshame me, bruh!” Kaminari cut in, sounding lowkey offended, but Bakugou noted the look of pride from before hadn’t diminished, even a little bit.

Bakugou snorted. He constantly shamed Kaminari and his walking corpse of a boyfriend, but that was because they were shamelessly disgusting oversharing nymphomaniacs and someone had to do it. Preferably before one of them creamed their pants in a karaoke bar again. That was Shinkami shaming, not kinkshaming.

He definitely had no room to kinkshame people; not with the plans he had for this cake.

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Bakugou slammed the door to his apartment shut with his hip and laid the bakery box down on the side table so he could make quick work of his boots and jacket.

God, that had to have been the longest taxi ride of his life. He couldn’t risk the subway with such a precious cargo, so he’d had to sit in the back of the cab next to the box (that he’d had to resist the urge to belt in) and sweat in silence.

Bakugou didn’t know where this kink had come from - maybe he’d watched too much Food Network in his formative years, or passing by the bakery with the amazing smell opposite his junior high school twice a day for three years before going home to jerk it had warped his sexuality; all he knew was, he was gonna fuck this cake.

It was a shame that you were miles and miles away and unavailable for a Facetime like no other; introducing you to his kink had been one of the best weekends of his life, and he was pretty sure - if he knows you as well as he thinks he does - you’d placed an order for two birthday cakes for his belated celebrations.

Maybe you’d got other stuff in mind, too - pie, custard, ice cream, syrups, chocolate, sushi, spaghetti, fruit…and now he was half-hard, still fully dressed and standing in the hallway.

Well, you weren’t here now, but it was his birthday, dammit! He would just have to play alone, and send you some photos afterwards.

Bakugou seized the box and made quick strides until he could place it down on his bedside table.

The comforter flew off of the bed, pooling into a lavish lump on the floor right before the pillows landed one by one on top. The undersheet was last, leaving the rubber sheet beneath exposed to one of the only two people who knew it was there in the first place.

The box made its final move to the middle of the protected mattress, where Bakugou tilted it just enough to be able to coax the cake free with help from gravity and without getting it all over his hands. Not yet…

Bakugou made short work of his clothes, kicking his pants and briefs off impatiently a second before climbing onto the bed and kneeling beside his prize.

Normally, he’d take his time, play around more, have more of a plan, but today, the anticipation had him on a knife edge already. It had been nearly four hours since he’d unwrapped this gift, and he was dying to play with it.

Bakugou leant his knees spread apart, sinking into a squat so he was as close as he could get to his treat.

He was fully hard now, and gave his cock a couple of quick pumps, letting his fist settle loosely from the base down as he took a deep breath and brought his leaking tip to the side of the cake.

His breath left him in a quick rush when the first contact was made; the cream was on the cooler side, and the smooth finish of the outside of the cake was everything he had been missing since he’d last indulged himself like this.

It took all the self control Bakugou had to only push the head in, then pause and take a breath, focusing intently on every sensation as he pushed in as slowly as was physically possible.

The afternoon of waiting felt like edging, so the sensation against his cock, inch by inch, was almost too much as it was not enough.

The sponge was almost as soft and velvety as the cream, but providing some texture and resistance that felt as delicious as the dessert looked.

Bakugou let out the first of many moans as he bottomed out, the air in the bedroom already beginning to smell like sugar and strawberries - just the right side of cloying, and he knew before long it would be so heady he’d be dizzy from it.

He pulled out almost as slowly as he went in, raising himself back up a little and bracing himself with his hands on the other side of the intact cake, leaving him looking over it on his hands and knees.

His reentry at a slightly higher point of the cake wasn’t quite as slow as the first breach, but he’s never been known for his patience.

Bakugou pulled in and out a couple of times, leaving a clear hole to fuck as he began to do just that, his hips begnining to thrust in a steady rhythm.

It didn’t take long for the squishy sounds coming from between his legs to turn into sloppy ones; the delicate cake was beginning to buckle already, the defined layers enveloping his cock becoming mushy around him.

Balancing his weight on one arm, he swiped his now-free hand across the top of the cake, coming away with as generous a handful of cream and strawberry slices as he could without threatening the structural integrity of the cake prematurely.

Bakugou raised his hand and smacked it right into the middle of his chest, before smearing it across his right pec, rubbing purposefully over his nipple as he did so. His hips sped up slightly without intention - or him noticing - as he alternated between smearing the food deeper into his flushed skin, and tugging on his nipple.

He could hear whimpering in his ears and it took a beat or two for Bakugou to realise they were coming from him. Fuck, it all just felt so good.

He blindly grabbed another small handful, this time coming away with some cake mixed into his spoils, before repeating the treatment on his left pec, but with a roughness borne of his increasing desperation.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, I-“ He hissed out a breath, pinching his nipple firmly as he felt the cake begin to collapse inwards, the squelch of the fucking he was giving it echoing in his ears.

A final scoop of the dessert onto his fingers went straight into his mouth, his plush, pink lips parting to accommodate three fingers; he was close.

Bakugou’s balance was starting to go as his orgasm approached, so he pulled his fingers free from his tongue and resumed his position, but beginning to sink lower into the mess he was fucking into his mattress protectors. From his angle, his balls began to slap what was left of the sides of the sinking cake, and the noise that created tore another moan from the blonde.

He could feel the sticky mess coating his crotch and inner thighs, closing his eyes as he lost himself in the feeling of indulging in the kink that turned him on like nothing else, wanting to savour something he knew was nearly over.

“Oh my fuck- ing, shit, oh, fuck-“

Bakugou’s hips were moving at a frantic pace now, chasing a release inside the cake while it still had an inside.

His orgasm had been teetering for a couple of minutes, then came all at once. A shout turned into a long, drawn out moan that was almost a cry, as he spilled his release in one, two, three bursts; biting his lip so hard, he’d discover later he’d drawn blood.

His arms gave out before he’d come back to himself, his lower half landing into the gooey puddle of expensive baking with a splat that would almost have been enough to get him half hard again if his soul hadn’t just shot out of his dick into a cake.

The blonde let out a deep, satisfied sigh, smiling dopily into the shiny, specialist bedsheet. Happy birthday to me, indeed.

Bakugou had only just had the energy to raise himself back onto his hands and knees when he had to find a little more to turn his head towards the door at the sound of it creaking open.

“Awh, did someone get you a birthday cake, babe?”

He nodded. You were back early.

You dropped your duffel on the floor, taking your first step towards the bed as you slid your shirt off with ease.

“Ooh, good - you saved some for me! I’m starving…”

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smells-like-mettaton · 3 years

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soriel, 1 (chocolate) for the ask game?

Like a Box of Chocolates

Rating: G Word Count: 2734 Read on AO3: here

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"Ok. I brought a few choices," Sans said while sitting with his back to the door. He pulled a plastic sack full of chocolate and chocolate-adjacent treats out from under his shirt.

"Oh, you did not have to do that." The voice behind the door sounded embarrassed.

"It's no big deal." He shrugged instinctively, though she wouldn't be able to see it. "Not like I candy things like this for you very often."

The lady laughed, even though the pun was a stretch. She was a great audience like that.

"I cannot argue with that. After all, it is the choco-thought that counts."

Sans let out a wheeze. Man, she had him beat in the bad jokes department. He needed to up his game.

"What can I say, I'm a sweet guy." That joke would work better if she could see his wink.

"You certainly are, my friend."

Sans blinked. He hadn't been prepared for the genuine warmth in her voice. Now he felt something like a melted chocolate himself.

"Uh. You'd better wait and make sure I didn't pick out garbage before you say that." He chuckled nervously and spread out the chocolates in the snow.

"Alright. Hit me with your best choco-shot."

He laughed out loud at that one too. She could really squeeze some mileage out of chocolate puns.

"First off we have the MTT-Brand Chocolate Mettaton. Which is exactly what it sounds like. Chocolate in the shape of everyone's favorite robot superstar." He scanned the back of the wrapper. "Contains sequins and glitter, but it's still monster food, so probably won't cause any more indigestion than Temmie Flakes. Still, wouldn't blame ya if you passed on that."

The lady laughed. "I do not know this 'Mettaton,' but he sounds like someone…"

Her voice trailed off, the way it always did when she neared a personal topic. It seemed to be happening more and more often lately. Sans didn't know if that was a good sign, or if he needed to do a better job of distracting her.

"Someone I know would have liked that," she finished clumsily.

"Welp. It's yours, then." He attempted to slide it under the door.

Attempted. The thick block of chocolate wouldn't fit through the narrow space.

"What are my other options?" The lady asked, not seeming to hear his failure.

(Or just ignoring it. The way they always ignored things they didn't want to acknowledge.)

Oh well. He'd deal with that later, if she wanted to.

He picked up the next box and rattled it. It looked thin enough to fit under the door.

"I think this one's called, uh, pocket?” He couldn’t tell for sure, since the box was labeled in a language he didn’t recognize. Where did Alphys get this stuff? “A pal gave it to me. They’re like chocolate-covered sticks, I think."

"Not precisely what I was looking for, but I would love to try it regardless," she said. "If I am allowed to have both options, I mean. If not, I should probably stick with the Em-Tee-Tee."

Sans bit back a snort. So she hadn't heard after all. That made this a lot more awkward.

"Do you wanna hear the other options first? Wouldn't want ya to have any regrets."

"Oh! There are more?"

She sounded as surprised as a kid finding an extra fry in the bottom of their Grillby's bag. He couldn't help grinning.

"Yup. Next up is a chocolate spider donut—”

“Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders?” The voice seemed on the verge of laughter again.

His eyesockets widened. “Uh… welp. Guess you don’t need the whole spiel, huh?”

“There is a spider bakesale right around the corner from my home,” the lady explained. “I believe they are saving for a… ‘heated limo’? To travel safely through Snowdin. I wish I could help them, but I did not think to take much gold when I…”

Another dead end. That was fine, Sans could piece together enough. Not that her personal life was any of his business, anyway.

“If it makes ya feel any better, they really raked me over the coals for this one.”

“It does not!” came her quick reply. “I only asked for a chocolate bar. Not for you to spend money that you need on me.”

Geez, this lady was too good for him. As if Sans ever really went out of his way for anyone.

Except Papyrus, but he was family. And sometimes Grillby, if he felt bad about failing to pay his tab for too long. And Alphys, but he owed her for screwing off after space-time blew up in their faces.

And now, the lady behind the door. The lady he didn’t owe anything to, except a few good laughs.

Who was he kidding? Those laughs were more important to him than anything.

“Eh, it just cost me one day of selling ‘dogs. Donut worry about it.”

“Very well. Since it was for a good cause, I will not grill you any further. But please tell me that was the last chocolate you purchased for me.”

“It’s the last one I purchased.” He grinned. While she couldn’t see his expression, she must have heard the but in his voice.

“Please tell me you did not steal any chocolate for me.”

“Geez, lady, what do you take me for? I’d never commit petty thievery.”

“Well, that is reassuring.”

“Yep. Gotta save room for the real high-dollar crimes. Like the illegal hot dog stand.”

The voice behind the door went silent. He wished he could see her face now more than ever. His own grin slowly slid from his skull.

“Everyone knows about it,” he reassured her. “If the King really wanted to shut me down, he’d have done it a long time ago.”

“Oh, I am not judging you for that. I am sure the law is rigged against you if the King has any say in it.” Her voice was surprisingly bitter.

His real problem was that he couldn’t ever find the necessary documents to get licensed in food preparation. His birth certificate was presumably in whatever alternate dimension his old man had blasted them out of.

“You are judging me for something, though,” he realized. The chill of the snow seeped into his bones, but he didn’t dare adjust his position. Somehow he felt that if he moved, she would disappear.

“I am not. I was only thinking about…” She sighed. “It is complicated. There was a time when I could have helped you, but it is long past.”

“Help me? Look, lady, the ‘dog stand is fine. Promise. Better than fine, since I don’t gotta pay taxes on it.”

She chuckled at that.

“Very well. Forgive a silly old lady for worrying.”

“Done.” He smiled, settling back against the door more comfortably.

He should’ve known she’d have a problem with his illegal activities, though. She was a classy lady, and he was… him. Why had he even brought it up? It wasn’t a great joke. Did he really just want her to know?

Eh, whatever. She wasn’t mad, so no harm done, right?

“I would like to know how you acquired this other chocolate, if it was not through your sticky fingers.” She sounded like she was grinning.

“Huh? Oh.” He blinked and dug out the last chocolate of the bunch. Blue dusted his cheeks. “QC—that’s the lady who runs the shop in town—gave ‘em to me for free. They’re called, uh, kisses.”

QC had a knowing look in her eyes when she’d offered the bag of chocolates to him. It was his own fault for implying they were for a girl. Everyone already thought he screwed around in the woods on his shifts, and with the way gossip travelled in a small town, everyone at Grillby’s would be asking about his girlfriend tonight.

“Kisses,” the lady behind the door echoed. “This is not one of your jokes, is it?”

“Not this time. Sorry to disappoint.” His grin felt too tight. “They’re, uh, tiny chocolates. Kinda cone-shaped? QC makes ‘em herself, so they’ve gotta be good.”

“Oh.” Oddly, the voice did sound disappointed. Sans couldn’t imagine why. Not like he could kiss her through the door, even if he had lips. And even if there was some unlikely timeline where she wanted a kiss from him.

He wanted to thump his skull back against the door, but there was no point in worrying her like that.

“In that case, I will take the kisses. They will be perfect for…”

He was sure she would leave it at that. Cover up with some non sequitur.

So his eyesockets went wide when she said, “for the anniversary of my child’s passing.”

“Oh.” He let out a strangled little laugh. “I—geez, I’m sorry. If I’d known—”

“You would have what? Spent even more money on this silly old lady, who cannot even leave to buy her child’s favorite chocolate?” Her voice was firm. “No. I thought you deserved to know, after the trouble you went to, and because you shared your own secret with me today.”

“My ‘dog stand is hardly a secret,” he said, still feeling a little shaky. She had a kid? A dead kid?

Well, who in the Underground didn’t have skeletons in their closet? Metaphorically or literally. She was still his best friend. If she wanted his pity, she would’ve said something sooner.

“Regardless,” she said. “It is in the past. Forget it, if you wish. But please do not treat me any differently.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said sincerely. If there was one thing he was good at, it was maintaining the status quo. “So, uh. These chocolates. I kind of wanted you to have all of ‘em, if that’s alright with you.”

“It would be rude to refuse a gift, would it not?” She sounded like she was smiling again, to his relief.

“There’s just one problem. Uh. Don’t think they’re all gonna fit under the door.” He rapped on the stone surface with his knuckle for emphasis.

“I did not assume they would. The recipe I gave you before hardly passed through.”

Sans blinked. “Then you—huh?”

“I will open the door just a fraction. It can only be done from the inside.” She paused, like she was gathering a breath. “I would ask that you do not look. I promise I will not peek, either.”

Sans’s ribcage tightened. She was going to open the door. She would be right there, with no stone between them.

The thought opened a desperate floodgate within him. He hadn’t realized just how badly he wanted to see her, to know her, to live off of more than just scraps and unfinished sentences.

She once had a child. She had some kind of beef against the King. She wanted to give charity to spiders, but didn’t have enough money. All these facts he filed away, tucking them into the grooves in his ribcage.

It would be enough. He’d duct tape those gates shut again, if he had to. He wasn’t going to betray the trust she’d shown him.

“Got it. You don’t wanna be smitten by my good looks, I understand,” he joked.

(He had a feeling it would be the other way around, if anything. Not that quality of jokes translated to quality of appearance—he would know. If it did, he’d have biceps like his brother.)

“It would be tragic. Much too high a price for you to handsome chocolate to me.”

“Heh, I’m sure you’re a door-able too. But I’ll keep my sockets shut, since our friendship hinges on it.”

That got a raucous laugh out of her, the kind that started off high-pitched and quickly became something of a snorting bleat. That sound was sweeter than chocolate to him.

...Man, his pals at Grilby’s would be right to dunk on him. He was a massive dork.

“Alright,” she said once she caught her breath, “if you are ready, my friend…”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Better choco-late than never, huh?”

That one only got a snort, but he wasn’t sure if that was because the pun fell flat, or because she was nervous. As far as he knew, she hadn’t been outside of the Ruins in years. And here she was, trusting a sentry—someone whose job it was to keep a look out—to turn a blind eye.

It was a good thing he’d never been good at his job.

Stone ground against stone with a dramatic rumble. His eyesockets stayed shut. Warmth emanated from somewhere near his shoulder, and he lifted the bag of chocolates.

His small hand brushed a large fur-covered one. A shiver trailed down his spine. One small touch shouldn’t have done so much to him, but—but she was real. She was more than just a voice behind a door. Which he knew, but knowing and feeling could be worlds apart at times.

She took the bag, and the moment was over. But the door didn’t close.

“My dear friend,” she whispered, her voice sounding closer than ever. “Would it be presumptuous to ask another favor of you?”

“‘Course not. Glad to do a favor for my favor-ite person.” He kept his tone light, unaffected by the swirling emotions inside him.

“If I could… oh, dear, this is embarrassing.”

He resisted the urge to open his eyes, to see what look might be on her face.

“It has simply been so long… may I hold your hand a moment longer?”

He felt the marrow heating within his bones.

“That all? I gotta hand it to ya, you made me think you needed an arm and a leg.”

She chuckled before awkwardly fumbling to grasp his hand again.

Heat poured from her palm into his phalanges. Aside from the fur, there were several spots of soft skin—probably paw pads. Was she a dog monster, like the Canine Unit in town? She didn’t make nearly enough dog jokes for that to be the case. Her laugh sounded more like a goat’s, but she obviously didn’t have hooves. Maybe she was some kind of chimera? You didn’t see those often nowadays, but then again, no one saw monsters from the Ruins, either.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice as soft as the snow that began to drift around him.

“Not disappointed?” He asked, only half-joking. “My hand can’t be as comfy as yours.”

“Ah, but it is all your bone. And that is wonderful to me.”

“Geez, old lady.” He was grateful she couldn’t see his blush. “You’re pretty fur-fect yourself.”

When she laughed, her body shook all the way down to her hand. The feeling more than made up for all the G he’d spent on chocolate and donuts.

Suddenly his hand was being lifted up, and then something soft pressed against his knuckles. His soul flared erratically, and his eyes nearly flew open. If they had, he was sure his left eyelight would have been blue from shock.

“A kiss for a kiss,” she said slyly. “It is only fair.”

“Heh heh…” His voice shook with more than laughter. “Technically, that was one kiss for a bag of kisses. Pretty sure that math doesn’t square up.”

“Oh, you are quite right! One day we will have to circle back and rectify that.”

He practically had to cast gravity magic on himself to keep his eyes from flying open.

“You—huh?” He said intelligently.

“Perhaps not soon,” she clarified. “This has all been… a lot, for me. But thanks to you, my dear friend, this day has not been so bitter as I am used to.”

“Uh, no problem, then. With all that chocolate, I hope it’s sweet.”

Sweet as the anniversary of a death could be, anyway. He grimaced. Maybe that joke was too soon, but she just squeezed his hand before finally letting go.

“I do think it will be,” she said softly. “I will look forward to hearing more of your punny jokes tomorrow.”

The door scraped shut, and he hesitantly opened his eyes. He couldn't help inspecting the door to see if anything changed. Pressing his still-warm hand against the smooth stone.

“Heh. Good luck getting rid of me now.” He grinned.

Then he tucked his hands in his pockets, where her kiss remained like a tattoo on his bone.

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 2 years

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759th Post!

Didn’t think this was going to happen tonight but...I’ve told you guys, I celebrate weird milestones. And from what I’ve seen this is Nandor’s age and I’ve been chomping at the bit to try my hand in this fandom, so please enjoy this little WWDITS character study/drabble.

Setting: Pre-Season 1

Today is a Good Day to Celebrate

Existing for more than seven hundred years on multiple continents through countless changes in religion and societies, there are things that get lost to the sands of time. Dates were one of these things. To be fair, Nandor didn’t remember ‘calendars’ existing in his human life the same way they were relied upon now. He did remember the philosophers of his court tried to explain it to him: the mapping of stars and dividing the number of days out evenly so that every six years they added an extra month. It was way too much math and science. So long as he was given plenty of notice for the various holidays and festivities that he needed to observe as Supreme Viceroy, they could call the dates whatever they wanted.

However, there were certain ‘human observations’ that Nandor wished he had held onto a little tighter. He couldn’t begin to even fathom the day of his birth: as a human or vampire. He didn’t know the anniversary of any of his thirty-seven marriages. He’s been inducted in several secret societies over the years that he definitely doesn’t remember the dates of those initiations. He didn’t even remember the day that he ascended to the throne of Supreme Viceroy of Al Quolanudar.

Guillermo, on the other hand, was very good at remembering. Every month he taped a paper calendar to the inside of the lid of Nandor’s coffin to remind him of very innate things. The day he and Guillermo first met, Guillermo’s birthday, the days Colin Robinson were off work, Laszlo and Nadja’s anniversary, the birthday of America…very pointless reminders. Although, every once in awhile, if he’s feeling festive, he tries to do something nice on those days. It’s good for the morale of the household. Ultimately though, it made him feel a little left out knowing that there was not a single date on that calendar for him.

So it was rather inevitable that one day, when he was feeling a little less aloof with his new familiar than he should, he let this slip to Guillermo. The look of pity on the smaller, younger man’s face was not at all the reaction Nandor wanted, so he tried to backtrack and gave Guillermo the task of dusting all the books in the library to keep him busy and out of his hair for the night. He went to bed that morning hoping that would be the end of it. It was the first time Nandor learned that the stubbornness of his familiar was not to be underestimated. Whether through the scrolls and records of the Great Library of New York or witches or the ethernet, Guillermo managed to track down a date for Nandor. Two months later, when it was time for Guillermo to replace the little paper calendar on his coffin, there was a new date for Nandor to observe: His Accession Day.

It had been a long time since Nandor had gotten excited about a date. He hardly even listened to Guillermo as he tried to explain how he was magically able to perform this miracle. He was too busy trying to make things perfect for his anniversary. He sat with Guillermo to order decorations from the Forests of the Amazon, they spent hours in the attic looking through Nandor’s trunks before finding his ceremonial robes, and Nandor was quite pleased with his housemates enthusiasm when discussed at the weekly meeting. The night of his Ascension Day, he managed to scare Guillermo by popping out of his coffin before the familiar could even cross the room.

Nandor let Guillermo bathe him and dress him and pattern his hair. The others were dressed for the occasion as well…not traditional Al Quolanudar garb, but it was the thought that count. Guillermo had prepared a feast of virgins, and then Colin Robinson astounded him by dancing to the very pleasing music coming from Guillermo’s “Eye-Pod”. It was no belly dancing Nandor was familiar with, but it was amusing and he couldn’t bring himself to look away from the flailing limbs of the pale man. Had Nandor still been Viceroy, the room would have been filled with men and women practically begging for a chance to please him, the tables would have been laden with spiced meats and exotic fruits, and he probably would have danced the night away with his wives before bedding his concubines. Yet, this meager offering from his housemates pleased him.

“Guillermo?” Nandor addressed the shorter being as he began to tend to their usual morning rituals.

“Yes Master?” He answered, his eyes so expressively eager and awe-filled.

Nandor hesitated. He didn’t want to spool the little rascal, but at the same time…

“Thank you. This has been a most joyous day.”

The smile that lit Guillermo’s face reminded Nandor just slightly of how the sun used to feel.

“I’m glad, Master.”

Nandor went to his coffin staring up at the little box, repeating the day and month over and over again. His Accession Day. He would do his very best to never forget again.

#sunny's drabbles #wwdits #nandor the relentless #first writing for this fandom!#had a lot of fun with Nandor's POV

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thebadboyfanclub · 3 years

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She Will Learn (Rio x Reader)

Look I will let y’all in on a little secret, the way this account is going to work is by me seeing your requests, making a mental note to finish them and then getting an idea for another imagine that wasn’t requested but can’t move on until I write it so.... Enjoy!

P.S I chose Greece cause I am from there and I never see us anywhere

(Y/n) had met Rio when she was about to graduate college, a business major that was striving for being the first millionaire in her family. She came from a lower middle class first generation immigrant from Greece, her parents were troopers for successfully raising her and her siblings, they never had things to spare yet they had enough to be respectful.

He saw her at a restaurant, completely overdressed and accessorized like she was dining in France, however she somehow made it look like she didn’t think about what she was going to wear, like this was her natural way of dressing, her nails were done and he noticed how... soft her hands looked.

What intrigued him was that she was extremely kind to everyone, she smiled brightly at the waiters and she would often reach over to her friends for a touch of encouragement of just a simple caress, she exuded confidence that made you feel like you would never dare to touch her, still she carried herself with elegance and in a graceful manner.

“Excuse me, can you tell me who are the girls at the table over there?”

“Oh they haven’t been here before but I can tell you they are here to celebrate for the girl in the red dress, it’s her birthday”

“Oh is it? Send them a bottle of champagne please”

“Right away Sir”

He was never the flashy type of guy, he never cared for stuff that showed his status or economic achievements, people that had money knew to never flaunt it carelessly. When it came to her, he felt the need to show off, to woo her and catch her eye, she had this sense of luxury, she looked like she took care of herself way too much to let men not treat her anything less than that.

He watched her face switch into surprise when the waiter came with the bottle of champagne, a few seconds after that her gaze went to him, as the waiter pointed towards him and then proceeded to open the bottle of bubbly.

She had noticed him when she entered for a few moments, although she decided that since it was her big night she wouldn’t waste time gawking at good looking men, she had saved money for months to be able to afford the finest for her big day, every year she wanted her birthday to be like the life she wanted. She send him a smile as her hand went to her heart to show gratitude for the gift.

Except that didn’t feel like enough, she felt like she could push it a bit more, try her luck just a bit, she looked too good to worry about a man turning her down, he would have to be mad or blind to do so.

She walked to him with the glass of champagne in her hand, giving him the chance to take her in. Her legs were exposed as the dress went to the middle of her thigs, they shined and looked so smooth making him wonder how good would it feel to touch them. She had a figure of a dream, as her hips swayed with every step, her posture was proud and she walked like a supermodel, if he didn’t know the owner he would have thought she was the one that had not just the restaurant, the entire block.

“I don’t think we’ve met, I’m (y/n), I wanted to thank you for the champagne, you really didn’t have to”

“I wanted to darling, I’m Christopher but people call me Rio, how wonderful to meet you”

He said, taking her delicate hand in his and pressing a light kiss on soft skin. He could smell the lotion of vanilla she had chosen to moisturize her skin, settle yet unforgettable. His raspy voice made her flustered, trying to mask it with a smirk and confidence, he was intriguing to her, the cool, calm and collected exterior that suited him so much.

“I wish I could stay and talk but I don’t like leaving my friends by themselves”

“I understand darling, we’ll be in touch”

It had been years since then, he had managed to not only stay in touch with you but make her the queen of his life. She was an asset that he so desperately needed, he trusted her with his life and knew she had the best intentions for him, her loyalty was iron made, her degree came in handy when he needed to handle business in a discreet manner, she was the master mind behind a lot of his negotiations, her brilliance on playing the trophy wife that didn’t know anything in front of others was the secret behind his success.

She is his secret weapon, so secret that no one knew she even existed, the few that did didn’t even know her name and the people that knew were the most trusted ones that worked with Rio for years, she liked to be under wraps, walking in and out of the building with the men Rio had hire to protect her and the rookies wondered who was she, he only called her with pet names when others were around but they could only address her as “Miss”, she was the miss of the mister and his most trusted soldier.

Despite that, (y/n) was no fool. She had broken up with Rio and called of the engagement several times, making Rio go wild every time. She wasn’t unreasonable, Rio was out of line a lot of the times, especially when Beth came in the picture, his men feared her just as much as him, maybe even more, so when she found out they had done such major damage multiple times but still took them back in, she would pack her stuff and leave without warning, leaving her ring and a note that wrote “goodbye” behind. That’s when he would hook up with Beth, make up for the loss of his queen, yet when he had manage to convince her to come back and buy her a new ring every time, he felt like he was on top of the world.

“Be honest with me Mick, who did this to him?”

“Everything points in one target, Beth”

“Of course. Thank you Mick, I got him”

She stood by him throughout his healing process, waited patiently until he was back on her feet, took care of his bullet wounds and had many sleepless nights to make sure he was alright. She was his wife to be after all, even kept in contact with Rhea and Marcus, made sure they were alright and taken care of in any way, shape or form.

“Are you ready mama?”

“Almost, can you help me with the necklace”

They were there when Rhea got the call from Beth, acting like there friends even though she caused Rios life and invited her for drinks. Rio knew (y/n) was boiling, wanted to take revenge for what Beth had caused and this time he understood, so they got dressed up to meet her instead of Rhea.

As Rio approached and took the necklace in his hands he saw it was the necklace he bought her for their one year anniversary, her birth stone surrounded with diamonds. When (y/n) let her hair down he got a whiff of her scent, still making him feel weak in the knees, he got closer to her and wrapped his one arm around her, his lips found the nape of her neck and left light kisses. She closed her eyes for a second to enjoy the feeling of warmth and lust he brought her.

“You look beautiful princess”

“It’s my first time meeting her isn’t it?”

“What have you planned gorgeous?”

“That’s for me to know and for her to find out, let’s go daddy”

She knew exactly who she was. Seeing the back of her head made her want to pull out her gun and blast her right then and there, that wouldn’t be classy now wouldn’t it? She approached the clueless woman and sat on her left side, leaving the right seat empty for Rio to join later.

“Can I get dirty martini please? Thank you dear”

She instructed the bartender before taking off the faux black fur coat to reveal a Split Floor-Length Sleeveless Spaghetti Strap Pullover black dress. The first thing Beth noticed about the young woman that sat next to her was the big diamond ring that she wore on her ring finger, mentally thinking of what that girl had done to earn it

‘she probably hasn’t worked a day in her life’ she thought, making herself feel a little bit better, she had to admit that she looked really pretty, the jewelry she had on complimented her skin tone and the dress looked like it was custom made. (Y/n) waited for her drink to arrive before she looked at Beth and got ready to reveal her identity.

“You must be Beth, I don’t believe we’ve officially met. I’m (y/n)”

Beth looked at her puzzled. How did the young woman that looked like she was some old mans pretty young thing to show off knew her. (Y/n) was smiling as she took a sip of her cocktail, knowing damn well that Beth had already made up her mind about what type of woman (y/n) was and completely missing the purpose of this meeting.

“How do you know my name”

“Oh I know everything about you, where you live, the names of your children, your sister Annie and your friend Ruby. Rio has told me all about you”

“Rio? How-”

“I know he doesn’t talk about it, I like to be invisible to the public eye... his secret weapon as some would say. I also know you are waiting for Rhea”

“She ain’t comin”

Beth heard Rio’s voice and her eyes went wide with fear. (Y/n) let out a soft giggle and took one more sip of her drink as Beth turned to look at him like she had seen a ghost, judging by how pale she had gotten she was more of that vibe than he was.

“Excuse me, can we get a glass of neat whiskey for the gentleman? Thank you so much”

(Y/n) ordered once more before hoping off her chair and joining Rio. He snaked his arm around her and brought her as close to him as he could before placing a kiss on her cheek.

“How you feeling mama?”

“Oh I was just having a chat with Beth”

“A-are y-you”

“His fiancé? Yes, we are planning on getting married on my homeland during the summer, aren’t we daddy?”

(Y/n) started rubbing Rios back as she smiled at him, she was super excited for her wedding, he had given her complete control to do whatever she wanted, it was her big day and he knew better than to object to anything.

“Oh we have to show her something”

Rio reached for his pocket and (Y/n) looked over at Beth who was in the verge of a mental breakdown. Rio pulled out his three bullets that the doctor had pulled out from his body, (y/n) wanted to throw them away but he insisted in keeping them, reminding him how he cheated death.

“Lung, spline, shoulder”

He put each one down in front of her. Beth had terrible aim and for once (y/n) was thankful that one of their rookies missed the shots. Beth stayed silent, taking in all the information, not only was he alive he also had a woman he was planning to marry, calling him “daddy” right in her face, she looked like she was straight out of a magazine and even thought she was kind to her that terrified her more, her entire life was crumbling in front of her.

“Now I think you understand that you are in a bit of a jam, Christopher has agreed that I should decide your punishment since he wanted to kill you-”

“Don’t, do that. I’m sorry babydoll, she will learn”

Beth had tried to leave in the middle of (y/n)’s sentence, making Rio grab Beth by the arm and restrain her from doing so. (Y/n) stayed stoic and just watched the scene unravel, she knew Rio would never allow anyone to disrespect her. As Beth sat back down Rio smiled (y/n) before taking her hand once more and placing a kiss on her knuckles. (Y/n) reached for his face and caressed his cheek with her free hand making Beth sick to her stomach, he had never looked at her like that, with such admiration and love.

“It’s alright, I will let it pass this one time”

“Go on mama”

“I feel like it would be too easy to kill you, such an easy way out. So now you will work for me”

“What?”

Beth felt her stomach twist at the statement. Working with (y/n), having to do daily tasks for her, a woman she had no idea even existed an hour ago, now she had work under her and take orders from her directly, for a second she thought that death would be better. (Y/n) left Rio’s side for a second and took Beth by the shoulders, standing right behind her, Beth’s eyes fell on her shinny ring, that only felt like someone was rubbing salt over her wound, he had probably spend a fortune for it. (Y/n) leaned closer to Beth getting next to her ear and causing goosebumps on Beth’s body.

“Think of it as an assistant or maybe help Rio with anything he needs but mostly you will be on call for anything I need. Since you wanted to outsmart Rio and spit where you eat, I need some help to plan the wedding and also take care of our business. What do you think darling?”

“I think it’s an excellent idea”

Rio was pleasantly surprised. (Y/n) was one of the most intelligent people he knew, bring Beth so close to her and making her work for their wedding even though she knew she had slept with him was a very cruel and mentally humiliating way to punish her.

She truly was one of the greatest choices he had ever done, no one could compete with her, she held such power that made Rio feel like he could not only trust her but also submit to her, let her take the wheel and not having to worry about anything going wrong. As he watched her look over at Beth there was no comparison, (y/n) had such way of carrying herself, that je ne sais quoi as some would say, she was the embodiment of female divine energy.

Rio knew that her leaving him all these times was a game of push and pull, making him work for her and a mental slap in the face, yet every time he ran to her like an obedient dog and begged for her to come back and take her spot as his queen in the palace, promised her and gave her everything she wished for, every ring was bigger and better than the one before. It wasn’t like he did it because she wanted it, he was the one that wanted to spoil her, give her everything under the sun, she deserved everything and he was for sure not going to hold back for his sweet little princess.

“And then when all of that is done... Rio can take care of you, I feel like it would bring bad luck to our household if we killed someone before the wedding”

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facets-and-rainbows · 4 years

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Blue Exorcist 10th anniversary book Q&A session

The 10th anniversary book has a section where Katoh answers 100 questions submitted by fans on Twitter, so here they are translated/paraphrased! May contain manga spoilers up to the recent flashback arc, so be warned.

(Note that I’m playing it very fast and loose here because there are A HUNDRED OF THEM, so not exact wordings, but it should capture the gist. Lemme know if there are any you want elaborated on)

1. Katoh likes the feel of traditional drawing more than digital but is impressed with how far digital has come

2. Meph THOROUGHLY ABUSES spacetime to watch all his shows and ensure that he gets all the merch he wants

3. Did the girls take all of Yukio’s school uniform buttons in middle school? Yes, they did (apparently it’s like A Thing for girls to ask for a button from their crush at middle school graduation, based on some sad movie from the 60s where a guy who got drafted as a kamikaze pilot gave a girl one of his uniform buttons to remember him by)

4. Rin's tail is about a meter long

5. There are tons of servants working at Mephisto's mansion. Belial is in charge of them

6. Katoh borrows from all sorts of neat real locations when making settings

7. Katoh identifies with pretty much all the characters the most! Except Lucifer.

8. Demon designs she's proud of include the impure king and hachirou, pretty much anything that was the main one in an arc

9. Katoh lists a bunch of her favorite musical artists/music she’s listening to recently: King Gnu, Official Hige Dandism, Kenshi Yonezu, BAD HOP, Sakanaction, Keyakizaka 46, Hypnosis Mic, Aimer, B’Z, Queen Bee.

10. Awww the rabbit manga that characters are often reading isn't just Robo to Usakichi, it's an even older one that she drew as a little kid

11. She likes industrial style interior designs

12. Rin and Yukio alternated who got the top bunk growing up, because they couldn't agree on it lol

13. Katoh cares a whole lot about panel layouts and speech bubble positions, might even be her favorite part of the process (it shows!)

4. Katoh does NOT have a mashou, lol

15. Rin has probably been practicing in secret so he can learn to carry stuff with his tail

16. Izumo probably got into shojo manga around 1st grade, her mom had some around the house

17. Specialty dishes: Rin - lots of stuff but especially nabe Yuri - stuff you can throw together quickly Shiro - stuff he learned from Yuri and/or cookbooks, alongside teaching Rin Yukio - Does. Not. Cook.

18. Can't pick a favorite place she's been on research, but there's no place like Japan

19. Kinzou's band isn't currently meeting because demons, but he's probably still thinking of new songs

20. Hardest characters to draw: anyone with detailed flowing hair. Hardest to write for: Lightning and Gedouin. She had to go read books about serial killers specifically for material for Gedouin, lol

21. Suguro actually gets a dorm room to himself, though allegedly Yukio is technically assigned as his roommate, lol. Didn't end up that way what with Yukio being a teacher and also Rin’s whole...situation

22. Shiemi makes some of her own hair accessories! Cute

23. Katoh doesn't mind if you include stuff with fan letters but check with the editor first

24. Time for making each chapter: Planning/storyboarding: 1-5 days. Sketching: 3-5 days. Drawing/inking: the rest. Just...the rest of the time

25. Neither Suguro nor Izumo have dated before and neither is currently dating. But that's probably just because things were hectic for them! It could happen

26. Yukio breaks 5 or 6 pairs of glasses a year, someone get this kid a strap or something

27. How many spare glasses does Yukio have? Check the fanbook lol it's in there (dang it Katoh)

28. The demon she wants us to pay the most attention to is Lucifer. Because plot.

29. What's under the Order's big meeting table? It's a BOTTOMLESS PIT and if you fall in it you DIE that's what makes it COOL (laughs)

30. What are the job requirements for the angelic legion? Literally just Arthur liking you and inviting you to join

31. She WANTS to do more character profiles but just hasn't gotten to it

32. Rin's tail feels like a cat tail, texture wise

33. The "red Assiah fire" is literally just actual fire nothing special

34. Rin's current hair color is light blue fading to white at the ends

35. Thoughts on Rin's growth: she likes that he stays positive in awful situations and she also thinks it's very main character of him to face the past instead of avoiding it

36. Mephisto didn't purposely surround Rin with stuffed animals when he woke up after going crispy. Mephisto's bed is just Like That

37. Kurikara was based on a cool sword she found in a sword book, but that one was technically just a ceremonial sword. The symbol on it us a Sanskrit letter kaan (sp?) associated with Fudou Myouou

38. Kuro can communicate with normal cats and hangs out with them often

39. Sometimes Shiemi's skirt is extra fancy around the hem what's up with that? Apparently it's an optional accessory that comes with the skirts help I haven't noticed this and don't know any fashion terms in any language

40. When coloring, Katoh always tries to have an overall theme in mind ("emphasis on blue" etc) so it comes together in the end

41. Yes the twins are genetically related to Shiro because of Goro (she says they're like his nephews but I say GENETICALLY at least they'd be indistinguishable from his children)

42. Strongest mom of all the strong moms around here? Yuri! Did you SEE her give birth??

43. Are you careful about your own health Katoh-sensei? Not particularly! Her mom has had to bring her food at work sometimes! Don't do this at home kids

44. At the dating events Shura goes to, does she drink cocktails in moderation? Yeah, she probably downplays her normal drinking habits at these things. But normally she's down for just about any kind of drink

45. Lucifer just really likes oysters okay

46. How many pages of manga does Katoh draw in a day? If she's being good about self-care: three. Maximum number ever: TEN

47. Mephisto is one of those folks who can eat like a garbage compactor and never gain weight. Possibly because his body resists that sort of change the same way it resists aging etc

48. First food Rin cooked: fish burger type patty. Yukio's favorite things Rin cooks: fish simmered in soy sauce, yellowtail with daikon radish. It's fish all the way down

49: Did Rin ever get more monthly allowance from Mephisto? It doubled! He gets TWO 2000 yen bills now (rip) [T/N: That's uh, that's USD $37.26 a month or 33.10 euro]

50. Why isn't Rin more popular with the girls? He gets nervous talking to them, plus he's too oblivious to notice even if he DID have some fans

51. Why change Suguro's hair? She gets bored with keeping everything the same, and she wanted a visual representation that he was getting serious and going into kind of a training arc

52. Things Katoh pays extra attention to when drawing: trying to capture the feel of whatever she's drawing (like "that looks warm and soft" or "I bet that guy stinks" cough Lightning cough)

53: Does Rin take after Yuri more? (He's got her eyes!) Katoh tried to draw Yuri so she looks like both twins. Personality, too - Yukio has her smarts and Rin has her optimism

54: Do you ever wanna be like Mephisto? Well she'd like to be able to get away with just ANYTHING EVER, but no, let's not be like Mephisto

55. Konekomaru not only carries around a cat toy in case he meets any cats, he MAKES cat toys to carry around based on what he thinks the cats would like

56. How'd you come up with Shima? Go read the fan book!

57. Do the kids have Twitter/Instagram accounts? Rin - probably not. Konekomaru might be on some social media. Paku and Izumo are totally on instagram

58. Is there something Rin makes that you wish you could try? All of it! That's the whole idea! He's good at cooking!

59. Will we ever have a (G-rated) reveal of what ALL of Mamushi and her family's tattoos look like? Maybe! She'll think about it

60. Does Arthur have a repertoire of different hairstyles? Not really, he just puts some of it up on the top. Heck he might even have people to do that for him

61. If you wrote a shojo manga what would it be about? She'd have to do a lot of research before even coming up with a story, since there are so many style differences between the genres aside from just the subject

62. The other two of Mephisto's top 3 favorite foods: Cup ramen and....f-fried bubblegum?? Is that a THING???

63. Where do you start when drawing a character? Usually the outline of their face but if it's a complex pose/composition she'll start with whatever's in the foreground (like hands)

64. If Katoh could have a familiar, what demon would she choose? Mephisto. As the all-powerful author, she might actually be able to command him as a familiar!

66. If you swapped Yukio and Rin's relationship around what would change? not much, you'd pretty much have Rin going to the Illuminati and Yukio going to the past

67. Top 3 foods/souvenirs to try in Kyushu? Well she doesn't know what’s good CURRENTLY but when she was there she always used to like burdock tempura udon, hakata torimon (a kind of manju with white bean paste inside), and Chikae style cod roe. today I learned Katoh went to high school in Kyushu

68. Katoh listens to music a lot while she's storyboarding, then when she and the assistants are all drawing and inking they put various videos/movies and stuff on in the background

69. For all his hitting on girls, is Shima actually popular with the ladies at all? He's got enough girls in his life that he probably COULD find a girlfriend if he really wanted, but the double agent thing tends to get in the way. He still wouldn't be as popular as Yukio though (side thought/translator’s note: Shima would be proud of being number 69.)

70. Katoh has the ending planned out in a big-picture way, but there are still a few details here and there that she's fretting over

71. It's cute when the boys put their ties over their shoulders when they're working on something! Where'd that come from? She just figured a tie might get in the way and that seemed like a realistic way to get it out of the way

72. Looks like Yukio is getting some facial hair! What about Rin? They're both about the age for it, but maybe Rin can't grow a beard yet. Maybe a little peach fuzz here and there

73. Katoh's favorite blue exorcist merch? There were some exorcist licenses a while back, and the exorcist pins. Basically it's really cool that these little accessories she drew ACTUALLY EXIST NOW, LIKE YOU CAN HOLD THEM IN YOUR HANDS

74. Okay realtalk how long do we have left, I don't want the series to end yet? We're solidly in the second half by now but it's not, like, ABOUT to end yet

75. Katoh would be a Knight meister, based on what characters she likes to play in games and such

76. How many people in the whole exorcism cram school? More than you think! She doesn't give a number but apparently licensed exorcists also attend classes for new meisters, etc, so there's a wide age range attending

77. How's Arthur feel about, like, studying Taming on the way to becoming Paladin? He's at least mostly accepted that you have to use demons to fight demons effectively

78. Konekomaru started wearing glasses in his first year of middle school, so like 7th grade (more recent than I thought!) He has one spare pair, in contrast to Yukio lol

79. Katoh's current obsessions? Ghost/scary stories! She's even been going to live readings of them recently

80. Media Katoh consumes for inspiration? A wide range of foreign teen drama, horror/suspense, shojo manga, light novels, anime, etc. Special focus on things where two boys are in conflict or there are brothers involved

81. If they weren't exorcists what jobs would they have? Rin - chef. Yukio - doctor. Shiemi - uh, florist?

82. Inspiration for the design of True Cross Town? Katoh and her assistants gathered up a bunch of references, picked out stuff they felt matched the tone, and mashed them all up together

83. Did you use any references etc for the school/exorcist uniforms? She says she probably should have but she just kind of made them up before publication

84. Favorite part of drawing? For color pages, picking out a color scheme. For black and white, drawing in all the little details (though she doesn't always get time to lately)

85. Once again confirms the demon kings' weird hair is a representation of their horns. ADDS THAT PEOPLE WHO CAN'T SEE DEMONS CAN'T SEE THE WEIRD HAIR

86. Now that Yukio's at the Illuminati, where's he gonna get his Jump SQ and spare glasses? Well he probably never planned to stay for long, but hey it's a big ship and they might have an optometrist and/or newsstand there

87. Do you base the demon characters on any references etc? Not really, she just gets a general idea of popular demon designs and then makes up her own in her own style

88. Merchandise Katoh personally wants to have made: stuff that an adult could just use in their day to day life. Also, it's not gonna happen, but if her favorite figure brand made AoEx figures she could die happy

89. If Beelzebub's host body was a beautiful woman, how would Shima react? Would the womanizing win out over the bug phobia? Katoh replies that Shima would probably just faint from being near a girl that pretty, before the bugs even got involved

90. Will the twins ever get to smile and eat dinner together again?? We'll just have to wait and see!

91. What do you check at a "scenario check"? what's a scenario check man I dunno They check for people being out of character or the setting feeling off. They had a lot of these checks for the anime, but they also do them for the drama CD, games, and all that other stuff where multiple authors are involved

92. Why does Shura use baldy as an insult for people who are clearly not bald? She feels like they have some kind of metaphorical, mental kind of "baldness" and she's calling them out on it. Whatever that means

93. After Blue Exorcist ends, what do you want to draw next? She has SO MANY IDEAS, SO MANY

94. Did Katoh make up the Shinto chants that, for example, Izumo used against Gedouin? They're assembled from bits of actual Shinto prayers according to what feels right in the scene

95. Yukio reads the Jump SQ, right, and, just hear me out here, he likes gag manga, right? Does this mean he reads Salaryman Yukio? It's something he would read, but let's say that in the AoEx universe there's just a very similar manga that he finds oddly relatable

96. What do Yukio and Shima do in their free time on the Dominus Liminus? oh my god you guys this ship has so many amenities. Yukio probably spends time reading in the library, which they totally have. There's also, like, a gym, and a movie theater, and a THEATER theater, all of which are free. Shima probably hangs out at the pool (!) and goes to the movies, and hits on illuminati girls, lol

97. Easiest character to draw? The ones with boring simple hair, lol. Lightning gets an honorable mention for ALSO not having eyes in most shots, but Rin wins--he was specifically designed to be easy for Katoh to draw because that's what you want in your main character

98. How do demons understand gender? They just possess whatever feels like the best match to how they feel in Gehenna, whether that's a man, or a woman, or a rat, or whatever

99. Where do you start when you're coming up with a story? She starts with character design and how the characters relate to each other. Currently she's just continuing an existing story, so she works on splitting up the overall plot into episodes and fleshing it out with scenes and information about characters

100. When do you feel most happy? She honestly feels like she lives a very happy life overall. Mentions noticing a lot of little things, like how nice her cats' heads smell when she cuddles them or taking a nice cold refreshing drink of water. There's happiness in everything. aww.

#blue exorcist #interview #Ao no Exorcist #translation

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shadow13dickpistons · 3 years

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Happy Birthday, Yugi Muto!

@pharaoh-ink absolutely DEMANDED I post this drabble I did while bored at work for Yugi's birthday, so, here you go: original manga arc/season 0 setting.

“(What’s a birthday?)”

Yugi paused in buckling the last of his belts and accouterments; he could hear and feel the spirit moving restlessly inside his puzzle. “What do you mean, what’s a birthday? It’s the day you’re born.”

“(That makes no sense. You were not born today, you are full grown.)”

“Not full grown,” he sighed, glancing at himself in the mirror. Surely he was due for just one more good growth spurt? “It’s the anniversary of your birth,” he clarified, and heard the spirit hum within.

“(You’re excited about it. Why?)”

“Yugi! You’ll be late for school!” His mother was calling from the bottom of the stairs, and Yugi hurriedly shoved his books into his bag.

“I’ll explain it later,” he promised, rushing down.

Along with his breakfast at the table, there was a small, chocolate-covered crème bun, and his eyes bugged in glee. His mother also looked very pleased about it, kissing him on the brow. “Happy birthday, Yugi, dear.”

As he wolfed down his food before Anzu arrived to walk with him, the spirit seemed to understand more. “(Ah, you like those.)”

“Uh huh.”

“(So birthdays are days for treats. Your mother gave it to you to make today special?)”

He didn’t know quite how to explain something so basic to him. After all, his birthday wasn’t the only day he could have a chocolate crème bun, but certainly he got one today because it was. He was spared this attempt by Anuz’s arrival. “Happy birthday, Yugi!” She had a small box for him, wrapped in colorful paper, and now the spirit was very interested.

“(What’s that? What’s this paper? What are these curls? Why is she giving you that? What’s inside it?)”

“Will you just give me a second! Oh-” He blushed at Anzu. “Not you – him.”

Her blue eyes lit up and she glanced quickly at the puzzle. “Is he giving you a lot of trouble today?”

“He doesn’t know what a birthday is. Or wrapping paper, either, I guess.”

“You don’t have to open it now.”

“No, I want to!” He did so carefully, not wanting to tear the paper. He folded that and slid it into his book bag, before opening the box. “Oh wow! Cologne!”

Anzu giggled and nudged him with her elbow. “You can smell like a sexy movie star now.” Yugi flushed from toe to head, and felt very hot. The spirit was still amused, but no longer asking so many questions. “Go on and try it, and let’s get going, before we’re late!” Yugi dabbed some along his throat, just above his choker, and took every opportunity of getting near Anzu so she could tell him how masculine and adult he smelled – in a good way, of course.

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“Jeeze, Yuge – you smell like you walked out of the perfume department.” Jonouchi waved his book to diffuse the odor somewhat.

“Anzu thinks I smell very grown up!” He’d been so pleased with the effect of the cologne, he might have put on just a teensy bit more to make that stronger. And then maybe a little more after that. This, at least, the spirit of the puzzle had no questions about. He apparently understood the purpose of colognes.

“Grown up, maybe, and working as a pim-”

“Shut up,” Honda cuffed him on the arm. “It’s his birthday!”

“(They can’t tease you, because it’s your birthday?)”

“It would be a little mean.”

“Here, Yugi,” Honda handed him a small package, this time wrapped in newspaper. “Jo and I got together and got this for you.”

“(More packages! What’s inside? Why isn’t this one all pretty like Anzu’s?)”

“Hush.” To his friends, he said, “You guys didn’t have to do that!”

“Aw, it’s not much,” Jonouchi smiled, though his eyes watered from the cologne. He watched Yugi open it and said, “It’s that new CD, from that scary band you like!”

“Oh, wow!” Yugi was ecstatic. “I can’t wait to listen to it! You guys are the best.”

“You’ll always be our buddy, pal.”

Yugi had never felt so loved before this. There was no birthday wish he could possibly make, because his puzzle had granted the only one he really wanted. Bakura had given him a card he made, with a small Zombire doodle by Hanasaki included inside, wishing him a “powerfully fun,” birthday. He set this at the end of his desk, waiting for class to start, when-

“Oh, Kaiba-kun’s here today!”

He felt the spirit curl inside the puzzle, like a dog with its hackles raised. “(Don’t like him.)”

“You don’t like anybody.”

“(That’s not true. I like Anzu.)”

The tall boy’s briefcase knocked the card off Yugi’s desk as he passed. He reached down to get it, but Kaiba had already covered the corner of it with his foot, stooping to see what it was. “Oh, uh…” Yugi felt unconscionably embarrassed.

Kaiba rose with the card in hand, giving it a quick once over. “It’s your birthday today?” He was so eerie, with these flat, blue eyes, and a mouth that rarelysmiled. But he was interesting, too: quiet, but very smart. He was always alone, and maybe Yugi pitied that – or maybe he just understood.

“U-uh-huh.”

Jonouchi and Honda were squaring up behind him as if a fight was about to break out. “That’s Yugi’s, give it back to him.”

Kaiba glanced from the card, to Yugi, to his friends – and snorted. “It’s not as if I wanted a bunch of toddler scribbles.” He held it out to Yugi. “Here. Happy birthday.”

“Th-thanks.”

Kaiba turned to go to his desk, but paused. “Are you wearing cologne?”

Yugi was spared from answering by the teacher entering and calling the class to order. It was only then he realized how quiet the spirit of the puzzle had been during this exchange. He soon realized why: he was still trying to catalog a list of people of whom he approved. “(I like you.)”

Yugi just smiled to himself.

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His grandfather’s gift was ready when he got home that afternoon. “Wow, Grandpa!” A holographic Dark Magician card. “Where did you get this!”

“I have my sources,” was all he said, very pleased.

“It’s awesome!” He hugged him, perhaps a little too enthusiastically for such an old man. “Thank you so much!”

The spirit particularly liked this present, and was in favor of going over the deck right then, but Yugi’s mother said no games and no playing his new CD until his homework for the evening was done; she knew he’d pay more attention to the music and cards than to his schoolwork. Like Yugi, the spirit was not in favor of homework. Luckily, he didn’t have to do any… “(Can I play a game while you do your work?)”

Yugi sighed, going to his shelf. “Sure…What did you want tonight?”

“(Those little magnets, the round ones.)”

“The desk toy?” Yugi took down a cylindrical tube full of super-magnets. “Be careful, they spill everywhere.”

“(I’ll be careful.)”

Yugi and the spirit had discovered that, if he let his mind go kind of blank, if he let his eyes go a little unfocused, the spirit could take the left hand while he remained busy with the right; this was crucial for surviving lectures, or the spirit would vibrate so intensely with complaints of boredom, Yugi couldn’t concentrate on what he was meant to be learning. He sort of lost sensation of his left side, and it was like he only could see from half the left eye, when they split in this manner. It was uncomfortable and disturbing at first, but like everything else involving the puzzle, he’d become accustomed to it with time. So tonight, he read his book while his left hand worked on whatever was occupying the spirit of the puzzle, and finally was able to finish about an hour before bed. He stood and stretched, shaking out his left hand to regain sensation in the fingers. “There! Shall we work on the deck?”

“(Wait. Look first.)”

“What is it?” Yugi turned back to the desk.

There, in a three-dimensional sculpture of small magnets, the spirit had written: “Happy Birthday, Yugi.”

He could feel the other him waiting with tense anticipation. “(Is it alright?)”

“This is what you wanted to do?”

“(Yes. Is it alright?)”

Yugi didn’t know what to do, so he wrapped his arms around himself and hugged his torso tight. “It’s wonderful. Thank you.”

He seemed to like it. “(Happy birthday.)”

#happy birthday yugi #yugioh #ygo #yugi muto #fanfiction #fanfic #drabble #shadow13 #shadow131

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tomtenadia · 3 years

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Island Dreams - Epilogue

So, this is it. We officially reached the end. I must admit I am very sad. Writing this story has been such a great journey but Aelin and Rowan have their happy ending. This chapter is set 5 years after the events of the previous chapter. it's divided in two parts. The first one we have Aelin telling in first person what happened in five years. Part two has a snippet of our beloved Whitethorn-Galathynius family. we get to meet Freyja and Morrigan and a surprise too. I hope you love the girls.

I want to say a massive thank to every single person who read the story, reblogged it or left a comment. Thank you. I am so grateful for all the support you gave me.

I am coming back.. A Little Braver is going well and I hope to be brave enough to post chapter one soon.

And now i'll leave you to the story. Enjoy <3

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5 years later

My name is Aelin and my story began five years ago. I was once heartbroken and one day I left my old life behind and took a flight to Scotland, and then a ferry and I ended up on this island called Lewis. I am a bookworm and one of the first thing I did once on the island was to go and hunt for a bookstore. And well, you know the story after that. It’s been five years since the day Rowan and I officially tied our lives together at Callanish. As promised we went back there after a year and a day and renewed our vows.

Married life had its ups and downs but Rowan and I fought through every single challenge that came our way. We made it work, we fought for each other as we promised and we love each other just as we did when we began. And some. Every year Rowan has been celebrating the anniversary of the day I arrived on the island and officially entered his life. Sometimes I think he prefers that day to our wedding anniversary. Anyway, as you remember we finished the story with the four of us, Rowan, me and our two girls Morrigan and Freyja. Those two cute bundles of flesh are now two very active five years old driving mum and dad crazy but also being the most precious thing in our life. They will start primary school next month and I am trying not to cry if I think how much they have grown. Physically they are their father’s clone. They both have deep pine green eyes and his same silver hair. Freyja likes it long and loves when either I or Rowan braid it. He has become quite a wizard at braiding our daughter’s hair. Morrigan, on the other hand, prefers it short. But the similarities end with that. Personality wise they cannot be any more different. Freyja is like me. Rowan calls her his wee Fireheart. She is fierce and stubborn. She has a very strong personality and for a five year old she has her ideas clear on what she wants. She is like quicksilver and always active. She is the first one to wake up and the last one to go to bed. She is curious and fearless and loves nature just as much as her father. She is out little hurricane. Morrigan, on the other hand, is the calm one and reserved and she reminds me so much of Rowan. She observes a lot and when you think she is not paying attention, she comes up with question that makes you realise she was listening after all. She has an inquisitive mind and her non stop questions can be exhausting after a long day. She is shy. Where her sister had been since tender age happy to be with anyone, Morrigan has always been very selective. Growing up she has her favourite selection of adults. She is very close to her father, probably because they are very similar, but Uncle Malcolm and Aedion come second. Aedion got her hooked on planes. Once we were at his and Lys’ house and Morrigan grabbed one of his models planes and started playing with it. Aedion had started talking about the plane and now when they are together she always ask him about planes. We think she’ll be a pilot. Both girls are obsessed with books just like her parents and Rowan has taken upon him the job of teaching them to read. Morrigan can read very simple words and write her own name. Freyja would too if she could sit down for more than five minutes. Good luck with the teachers. She is very bright, she just can’t stay still for very long. She was probably the one doing all the kicking while in the womb. The amazing thing is that they get along. It took us a while to teach them to sleep in their individual rooms. For a while in the morning we would find one in the other’s bed. Always curled up together as they used to do when they were little. Freyja at the park always play the protective one and looks after her sister and chases away the kids who try to take advantage of her sister’s calmer nature. If we were in a fantasy I would imagine Freyja being the woman learning to wield a sword and who would train with the guys and dreamed of becoming a knight. Morrigan, I imagine her as the one with her nose in books and who dreams of becoming a healer. I think Rowan is writing a story about them. Oh yes, I will tell you about his book in a moment. There is a further family member that I need to introduce: our son Dalamar. Yes, Rowan and I have scandalised parents at kindergarten with our weird names. Freyja did not cause much problems but a couple of mothers had a go at me for calling my daughter with such as negative name as Morrigan. I usually explain that I do not expect my daughter to become the goddess of war but that simply Rowan and I liked the name. And do not get me started with Dalamar. No-one apparently has read the Dragonlace chronicles so when we say Dalamar is a dark elf in the books, well, the glares we get are incredible. But again, Rowan and I wanted an original name. We started searching in books to find something we liked and then Rowan found his old copy of the Dragonlance chronicles and he suggested Dalamar. I joked that if we truly wanted to scandalise Stornoway, we should have called him Raistlin. So in the end we went for something less alien and settled on Dalamar. Anyway, Dalamar is two. He was planned though. Rowan and I had decided we wanted a big family so once the girls were around three we started to try and add another member. When we had the conversation we had talked about having four kids, but alas, Dalamar’s birth has been so full of complication that my chances of another pregnancy are now non existent. But Rowan and I are happy. We have our big family. So, Dalamar has blond hair, much fairer than mine and very light blue eyes. He is a gorgeous wee boy. In terms of personality he is halfway between his sisters. He can be adorable one moment and stubborn like a mule the next. But at least they get along and again, Freyja has taken him under her wing. She really is our knight in shining armour. Both girls are fluent Gaelic speakers. After they were born I asked Rowan if he wanted to teach Gaelic to the girls and he had been very happy about it. So we decided that he would speak only Gaelic to the girls and I was the boring parents with English, although sometimes I am brave and I practice with them, then I embarrass myself and revert to English. We have started the same process with Dalamar and he is like a sponge. Morrigan sometimes helps me with my exercises and Gaelic homework. I am taking classes as well when I can. It’s quite embarrassing when you are almost forty and your five years old daughter tells you “Don’t worry mum, you are doing great.” And then adds something in Gaelic and you need to wait for your husband for a translation. Kids, aside… our lives haven’t changed very much. Rowan still works at the bookstore and Malcolm’s sister is still his assistant. She had been wonderful and he could easily count on her when he needed to stay at home with me and the kids. The shop is becoming very popular, my Facebook page has now reached many followers and a year after our daughters were born he finally managed to set up a website for online ordering. My dearest husband also managed to write a book, find an editor and have it printed and distributed in some smaller bookstores. Of course I told him to have in his shop. We did a book signing hoopla and I don’t think I ever seen Rowan so embarrassed. Anyway, he wrote a fantasy and as promised I was in it and I was Queen as requested. He was my warrior. Loads of angst and epic battles but we end up together. I am very proud of him. Now he is working on one were our children are the main characters. I have only read the fist few chapters and I love it already. But I am his wife so I am biased. I still work at the hospital and still love my job. I started helping as well as paramedic and specifically in the air squad. The team that gets to be airlifted at the site of accidents and the whole thing required a special type of training and it had been amazing. On occasions, I get to work with Aedion. He flies, I save lives. I wish I could tell the London guys that they were wrong. Working in a small hospital is not throwing away my career. I feel more satisfied than I ever felt when I was down south. Malcolm is still my second and I still adore him. Three years ago he finally got married. After my wedding Aiden went for his last deployment and made it back alive and then retired from the navy. He and Malcolm started dating seriously. A year later they moved in together and a year after that Malcolm finally proposed. Aiden has found a civilian job and well, they got their happily ever after. Another couple who got their happily ever after is Lysandra and Aedion. He proposed about five months after mine and Rowan’s wedding and three months later they were married. They had gone for a very small and private ceremony. One year later they had their fist child a boy named Marcus and now Lysandra is pregnant with their second, a girl. She climbed up again the ladder at the hospital and now she is just one level below the head of the department. Then we have Elias. How can I forget him? He is still in Shetland and we keep in touch and we meet when he is back on the islands. His job is going wonderfully and recently got promoted. Two years ago he got married to Ciara and he is happy and a few months ago she gave birth to an adorable little girl named Martha. She is cute. I have seen her when they came down last month. We remained good friends and both had the happy ending we wanted. We still joke and we love to compliment each other on making marriage number two stick. His book addiction got worse and I think I created a monster. He also bought Rowan’s book and raved about it for months. Then we have Elide and Lorcan. We see each other quite regularly. Every year in July they come to Heb Celt and now they can stay at our place. We have been down to Glasgow a few times and Lorcan yearly provides Rowan with tickets for the Six Nations and we religiously go and see the matches. I am officially a Scotland’s fan and I even learnt Flower of Scotland. The boys are proud of me. Elide is still a teacher and Lorcan still the coach of the Warriors. Their family has gotten bigger as well and they have a boy and a girl and Elide is expecting a third one. Apparently they want a big family too. Oh and Lorcan can smile for more than a second. I must admit I have changed my mind about the man and once he gets comfortable with someone he is actually quite a decent human being. He as a dark sense of humour and us two are usually the ones scandalising the group with dark jokes. Aunt Maeve is still running her cafe and she had been a great help as well while the kids were growing up. She would come up with crazy excuses to offer to babysit them and gave us plenty of chances for me and Rowan to have some time alone. Especially after the two births. She also spoils the girls and love to bake for them. Freyja loves to bake with Maeve and, like me is obsessed with cakes. Also, baking is the only activity when our energetic daughter can stay still for more than ten minutes. Morrigan, on the other hand is fussy as her father and not a fan of sweet stuff. We really got one clone each. Dalamar is still too small but he eats anything. My mum has joined the group as well. She has bought a flat up here and sold the house in London. She decided that she wanted to be a part of her grandchildren lives so she moved up here and she is in good terms with Maeve and sometimes she helps her at the cafe. The two of them cooking are becoming very popular in town.

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“Come on, let’s go and see dad in the shop.” Aelin took Dalamar’s hand and made sure the twins were walking in front of her. Morrigan started blabbing something in Gaelic but Aelin didn’t understand. “Beurla, mo chridhe,” said Aelin to her daughter. “Tha mi duilich, mum.” Morrigan gave her a toothy smile, showing off her missing tooth. They walked to the shop and once they got in the two girls ran to their father who crouched down and they crashed into him. “I bring chaos.” Joked Aelin while Dalamar was still holding her hand. Rowan had started hosting afternoon for kids in his shop when he would reads books or just have storytelling sessions. He had started during the school holidays to have a way to keep the younger children busy but then it became very popular and he kept going, so once a week the shop is invaded by parents and their kids. The twins loved to listen to their dad tell stories. Dalamar loved it as well but he was far too young to understand what was happening so most of the times he would end up playing with Lys and Aedion’s son Marcus. Aelin reached Rowan and gave him a kiss and the twins made disgusted noises and Aelin laughed “one day you will find a boy or a girl and you’ll want to kiss him or her as well and it won’t be as disgusting,” she said tickling Freyja who was the one who was the most disgusted. “I am going to be a knight. I don’t need a boy.” Added Freyja proudly. “I am going to be a doctor like mum.” Was Morrigan’s turn. “So, a knight and a doctor, I guess we got very lucky.” Rowan pulled Aelin in his arms “looks like the goddess of love wants to fight and is not interested in love and the goddess of war wants to heal people.” “Well, you can’t say that we don’t have an interesting family.” Joked Aelin. Then Rowan bend over and lifted Dalamar in his arms “and you?” He kissed his cheek “what do you want to do?” “Tuathanach.” Replied the boy hugging his father. Aelin laughed and brushed his blond hair “that is lovely, my love.” With time and once they were properly settled down they had decided to dedicate a part of the land they owned to have a small farm. They had a couple of cows, a few chickens and loads of sheep. Dalamar loved to run after the sheep and help his dad look after the animals. That’s why Aelin and Rowan were not surprised when he said he wanted to be a farmer. The twins went behind the counter and grabbed the colouring books that Rowan kept stashed for when he had them in the shop and the pencils and ran to the kids’ table at the bottom of the shop. Rowan placed Dalamar on the floor “Go and colour with your sisters.” “Tha.” And the boy joined the two girls. Aelin leaned exhausted against Rowan. “You look tired.” “They have far too much energy. We went to the park. Freyja ran and jumped the whole time. Morrigan wanted to pat the ducks and almost ended up in the pond and Dalamar chased every single dog or cat.” She explained, looking at their kids with affection “then we had ice cream, we went to say hi to Aunt Maeve and grandma Evalin and Freyja and Dalamar stuffed themselves with carrot cake. Morrigan just had a carrot. She is annoyingly healthy like you.” “My girl.” Said Rowan proudly. “Don’t get me wrong, I love them madly, but I just wished they had just a smidge less energy.” Rowan kissed her forehead “I’ll entertain them tonight and make sure they go to bed early. Hopefully they will run out of energy soon.” “Morrigan and Dalamar perhaps. Not Freyja, that girl has limitless power.” “Just like her mother.” Rowan’s arms squeezed her tight “The girls are going to school next month so hopefully they will calm down a bit.” “I am terrified at the idea of Freyja sitting on a chair all day. I feel sorry for the poor teacher.” Rowan laughed “she might find it interesting and actually sit.” “Ro, she can’t even stay still when you read stories.” He scratched his head “I was thinking we can sign her up for some sport.” “You can take her swimming.” Suggested Aelin. Rowan had kept his job as swimming instructor with Dorian and they had made it work. When the kids were at home she would take them to the swimming complex and once Rowan was done they would all swim together. He had begun teaching the twins to float and some very basics techniques. Freyja had loved it, but she preferred jumping from the smallest platform. Morrigan on the other hand had been a good student and had followed her dad’s instructions and could do a nice basic breaststroke. Dalamar would soak with Aelin with his water wings. He loved being in the water. “She could become one of those athletes who jump from platforms into water. A professional diver. She is surely fearless for a five years old.” “I can see her as a rugby player.” And Aelin laughed. “We’ll let her decide.” “Of course,”Aelin kissed him “Look, some mum and kids are arriving.” Rowan was due to start his storytelling session very soon and mothers, fathers and kids had started to arrive in the shop. Five minutes later Rowan took his position at the bottom of the shop on his chair. All the kids sat on the floor on the colourful mats Rowan had bought. Morrigan and Dalamar would sit at his feet, but Rowan would alway keep Freyja in his arms so he could hold her still for a while. “Thank you everyone for coming this afternoon. Kids, are you all comfortable?” Aelin stood in a corner and stared at him as per her usual. Rowan was such a natural around kids. It had been so easy for him to settle into his role as a dad. He had been amazing with their kids and he’d do literally anything to make them happy. But at the same time he had managed to keep the wonderful balance to prevent them to become spoiled brats whose parents would give them anything. “Today’s story is about a princess. Her name is Aelin.” “Like mum.” shouted Freyja in her father’s arms. “Tha, mo chridhe.” And Rowan kissed her head and a smug smile appeared on the girl’s face. “She is fierce and brave and very, very beautiful. So beautiful that all the princes in the realm wanted to marry her.” Aelin laughed and blushed a bit. “Is there a dragon?” Asked Freyja who seemed had already passed her attention span limit. “Shhh, my love.” But he knew it was a desperate hope. “The princess had been put under a spell by her horrible stepmother who was very jealous of her. She could not enjoy true love with the man she loved until the dragon that held the necklace with the spell was killed. Aelin was in love with the captain of the guard, a man called Rowan. The wicked stepmother had found out and so punished her. She had planned to marry her off to a wealthy old man.” When Aelin noticed Freyja was getting fidgety, she took a chair and sat beside her husband and grabbed their daughter so that he could continue his tale. “Rowan offered to go on a quest and kill the dragon but Aelin refused to be left behind. She was not a damsel in distress. So during the night she gathered some of her stuff, donned her armour and together they set off on an adventure. During their trip he would train her with the sword so she could defend herself. It took them a few months but they did manage to reach the dragon’s lair.” “Dragon.” Freyja was ecstatic and Aelin held her tight. “But while they took the path through the magic forest to reach the dragon lair, Rowan and Aelin got separated. The forest was very dangerous but they were both very brave and fought all the perils and when Aelin finally reached the lair she saw that Rowan was already there but he was injured. She drew her sword and decided to face the dragon alone. In the forest she had discovered that she had fire magic and she wanted to punish the dragon. So she started fighting him, but the dragon was huge and she was getting tired. In that instant Rowan woke up again and walked to her. Together they fought the dragon and eventually killed it and destroyed the necklace, setting Aelin free. She finally kissed him and slowly they returned back home. Once back at the castle, they discovered the wicked mother was gone and Aelin and Rowan decided to get married. They invited all the villagers and they lived happily ever after.” Rowan had to simplify the story to make it acceptable to young kids but they seemed to have liked it. He told a few more stories and two hours later the shop was empty and he was alone again with his family. Dalamar had fallen asleep in Aelin’s arms. Morrigan had gone back to her colouring book and Freyja was pretending to be a knight, swinging around the toy sword Rowan had given her. “I am princess Aelin and I kill dragons.” She shouted while Rowan chased her around the shop. Rowan finally grabbed her and lifted her like a sack of potatoes “dad, the dragon,” she protested while trying to wriggle out of her father’s grip. “Freyja!” Aelin noticed Rowan’s command voice. The one that could actually slow down the little terror. The girl stopped moving and Rowan sat her down beside her sister and she grabbed a colouring book and joined Morrigan in silence. “You really have super powers.” Rowan leaned over to kiss his wife’s head “Give me ten minutes and we’ll go home.”

Half an hour later they were finally at home. Rowan carried a sleepy Morrigan and Aelin carried Dalamar who had been sleeping for an hour now. Freyja had followed in silence, with her sword tucked in the belt loop of her trousers. “I’ll make dinner, you change the kids.” Aelin nodded “Let’s go Freyja it’s jammies time.” The little girl gave her a huge smile and followed her mother with Morrigan at her side. Aelin placed Dalamar on the bed, and helped the two girls change into their night clothes. “Did you have fun at dad’s tonight?” “Yes.” They both squealed. Once they were ready, Aelin tied Freyja’s hair “now go back downstairs to dad but let him cook, okay?” The two girls nodded and left the room. Aelin grabbed her little boy and took him to his room, changed him into his pyjama and tucked him in bed “I love you,” she told him while kissing him on the cheek. Then grabbed the baby monitor and joined the rest of her family downstairs. The twins were on the carpet playing quietly with Morrigan’s planes. Aelin joined Rowan and hugged him from behind “Dalamar is in bed and the girls are playing.” She kissed his back “and your food smells amazing.” “Freyja finally calmed down.” “My mum says that she reminds her of me when I was little.” Aelin squeezed him. He switched off the hob and turned engulfing her in his arms “It does not surprise me.” And he kissed her deeply and Aelin replied in the same manner. He pushed her to the table and she grabbed his butt pulling him to her and she moaned against his mouth. He kissed her neck and Aelin’s hands found their way under his t-shirt. Then she pulled away “Ro, the kids are in the other room and awake.” Rowan leaned his forehead against hers cupping her face in his hands. The kiss he gave her was full of need and love “I know.” He sighed pulling away. Their intimate life had taken a bit of a hit and most nights they were too tired to even try and do something. The last time they had managed to get some action was when Aelin’s mother had kidnapped their kids for an entire weekend four months before. And the mornings were not good either because the twins had the habit of waking up and joining their parents in bed for some family cuddling. Aelin crashed her forehead on his chest “I miss our wall…” she laughed “but I know that I would fall asleep as soon as my back hits it.” Rowan kissed her again “I miss you too.” Then pulled away “Come one, let’s go and feed our hurricanes.” In that instant she heard Dalamar calling her through the baby monitor and five minutes later Aelin was downstairs with a weepy boy in her arms “Someone else is joining us for dinner.” The five of them had dinner and once they were done the kids moved to the sofa and Aelin gave them her old laptop so they could watch their hour of tv. She and Rowan had never bought a tv and the kids never asked for it but allowed them to watch an hour of cartoons on Netflix in the evening after dinner while they cleaned up. Most of times they got bored after half an hour and went back playing until bed time but when they were tired they did manage their hour. “They are watching Totoro again.” Said Aelin, joining Rowan in the kitchen with a pile of dishes then she grabbed a towel and started drying all the ones he had already washed. “They do love Totoro.” He added smiling. “Morrigan the other day said she wants to study Japanese so she could talk to Totoro and Freyja wants to go in the woods to look for him.” Rowan roared with laughter “I love the idea of studying Japanese, though.” “Our two wonderful weirdos.”Aelin stored away all the dishes. Once they were done they got back in the living room and silence reigned. The laptop was on the carpet and the three kids were are all hugged together on the sofa. Dalamar sleeping on Freyja’s chest like in the scene where Mei sleeps on Totoro’s belly, her arms protectively around her brother’s back. Morrigan was snuggled against her sister, her hand holding one of Freyja’s. Aelin gasped at the scene and Rowan pulled her to him and kissed her head “they are finally fell asleep.” He turned Aelin and held her from behind, his chin on her head and his arms tight around her. “This is it, Buzzard. This is my island dream.” Rowan kissed her temple. “This is my dream too.”

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