#hiwthi asks

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Zayne hasn’t seen Jay’s face/body littered with painful bruises in a while. Jay hasn’t been defiant in a while.. till now. Deadly combination?

Bruises fade and along with it does the pain.

It was amazing how Zayne didn't even need to see Jay's bare torso to realise it had been some time since the last fist had crashed against ribs. He didn't need to see the colours change from deep purple - almost black - to blue, to green and yellowish, brightening until the body had fully removed all the blood.

He didn't even have to carefully watch Jay's movements, how the man hissed every time he raised his arm, how he grunted when his back pressed too hard against the wall, how after a while the stiffness when he walked fell away and he no longer winced when a hand teased over his body.

No, he didn't need all that.

He knew full well Jay was on the mend as soon as the guy opened his mouth and started pushing back again. When in his anger all caution was thrown out the window.

And what a fun cycle it was.

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This is a commission that I received from FTAngel on Twitter. And I am completely over the moon for it!! Its just so perfect that it makes me wanna SCREAM 💜💜💜💕💕💕👀👀👀👏👏👏

~Rambling below~

I don't commission other people to make art for me often (let alone fanart) but if I do, I always tend to try to find an artist with a style similar to the fandom of the request that I want done. So it feels all the more canon and/or real to me.

Full Time Angel is a Danganronpa fan artist who does just as nice RainCode work. I decided that for my birthday I had to get a commission from them. (well actually I asked for 2) I failed to get a commission slot the first round, but I somehow succeeded the second round. (which is why it’s a month late)

I was a little shy at first, but I decided to take the plunge to ask them for this. I needed a good pic of a tired/sick Yuma laying on Yakou's lap for my life to feel complete. You know I live for these two's dynamic, they’re literally my roman empire 💜

And I gotta say, investment well spent! This is such an amazing piece! It came out so wonderful, it may as well be official!! >w< Yakou and Yuma look like they're pulled straight from their sprite art! And the detail on the background is phenomenal! Love the blur effects on the both the plant and the background behind the sofa! I'm so happy with it!! I could say so much more praise about this lovely work, but I’ll stop here.

Bottom Line: I’m in so much love with this! 🥰 💕

Best Birthday art gift to myself ever! ✨👌

This was originally supposed to be an illustration for HIWTHI’s Ch7, but nah I decided to make it a different scenario. Maybe someday I’ll write it’s own little oneshot/drabble c:

Feel free to interpret this however you want. Be it as Yakou Fathero, or a sweet domestic moment between two submates.

And as for the second piece...

Don't worry. You'll see it real soon… 🤭

[gorbo-longstocking]

playlists

home is where the heart is

nemesis & nike

and so my garden grows

[painsandconfusion]

Nate blushing and giggling from behind a gag because a sexy biker boy named Zayne just tied him up, it was because said biker boy was annoyed with him… but that’s besides the point. They’re sitting on the couch and a restrained Nate leans against an increasingly angry Zayne

Meanwhile, Ethan gives poor little Jay fighting lessons

Akskkfjgksksjakfjfkkdkk don’t get me wrong, Nate is a masochist, but he’s ace as FUCK and would be so triggered 😭

He would do the lean tho. That’s funny

Ethan would

Do his best

He would teach Jay how to take a punch but that’s about all he’s good for XD

(Mandatory @whumblr tag bc your boys)

[yakketymax]

Since he's getting a lil popular, lemme say a few notes about Harvey!

1. He was an adoptable I purchased from my friend @ashimadu using this image

2. He's not made of wood, he's a rat/swan hybrid creature (more rat than swan on top and more swan than rat on bottom) that is 6'1'' and somehow incredibly handsome despite being a rodent and a water fowl. The purpley-white bits on him (such as his mustache and the flecks on his hair, but excluding his tail) are actually feathers!

3. Despite being the Royal General of the Winterbloom Army, a title that's been passed down through his family for generations, if you call him a prince, he will blush and get upset.

[writingmaneskin]

Home is Where The Heart is - A Damiano David Story || Chapter Thirty Two || END

Description: Learning how to love again, how to heal and that it’s okay to move on and rebuild yourself after dealing with so much pain.

Words: 2k

A/N: I am crying as I write this (😭). Thank you for believing in this story that started out as a daydream on a walk and that ended up changing my life. Thank you for believing in me and supporting me. Thank you for loving the characters I created and for sticking with me and with them. Thank you.

PS. There is a time-jump between the previous chapter and this one.

THE HIWTHI MASTERLIST

THE MAIN MASTERLIST

kofi || taglist || come chat

The David household was full of music. Beautiful, lively music. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he worked on the dinner menu that he was preparing for the little gathering. Eli was on a call in the space the two of them had adapted as an office, Dante alternating between dancing along with the music and helping his papa (read: causing chaos) in the kitchen. 

His soul felt lighter. It was like seeing light at the end of the tunnel - a very long tunnel that had really put his mental health through things that he never thought he’d experience. But as each day passed, he felt lighter, he felt closer and closer to being able to enjoy life again, the fears that had chased him awake for so many nights, slowly fading into shadows. 

Lost in thought, he got startled when Eli wrapped their arms around his middle and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

“I am all yours now, how can I help?” Eli spoke quietly.

He leaned back and pressed a kiss to their temple. 

“Just keep me company, I’ve got this.” He reassured them, Eli sitting down immediately on one of the chairs next to the kitchen island.

“Is everyone truly coming?” Eli asked, trying to do the math of how many people would show up. 

“Yes, they promised.” 

“How will we fit fifteen people here?” Eli asked.

“It will be cosy, don’t worry.” Damiano winked at them, earning a faint blush from them.

“How much exactly did I miss while I was working?” Eli raised their brow.

“Not much, but it will be a nice surprise, I guess.” Damiano chuckled and went to give them a kiss. 

The doorbell rang and interrupted their moment. 

“Who is it this early?” Eli looked at the clock, realising that there was still more than an hour until the official gathering time.

“I got it, don’t worry.” Damiano rushed to open the door and greeted Thomas and Tom who were carrying a big box together.

“Listen, the only reason we agreed to this free labour is because you promised pasta.” Thomas said as a way of greeting.

“I am holding up my end of the bargain, don’t worry.” Damiano laughed.

“If you don’t, I am leaving him here until you make him the pasta you promised.” Tom promised. 

“You can’t leave me behind!” Thomas protested.

“Fine, we’ll both stay here and make their lives miserable until we are fed pasta.” Tom grinned. 

“Ethan is behind us with your brother, bringing the chairs.” Tom announced.

“This is going to be so much fun, I need to go cook!” Damiano clapped his hands and rushed back to the kitchen, seeing that Eli stepped up to stir the sauce.

“Ciao, we bring more things.” Ethan shouted from the door. 

“I think Vic said she is bringing booze.” Thomas mentioned as he and Tom started unpacking the table and setting it right with Tom and Ethan.

“He invited all of us and we still have to pull our weight around here, can you imagine!” Damiano heard his brother joke from the other room. 

“Go and see your brother, I know you miss him. I got this.” Damiano kissed Eli, who looked a bit sad to be asked out of the kitchen yet happy to be able to steal some time with Tom.

**

Eli did as they were bid, even though they wanted to help around with the preparations. They had seen Damiano be excited about this event, he hadn’t shared much about the reason for gathering all of them and Eli had decided not to push, knowing that he would come around when he was ready.

“Hi.” Tom pulled them in a bone crushing hug and spun them around.

“Hi.” Eli held him tightly. 

“I think it’s time for a smoke break for me.” Tom announced, looking if anyone would dare to challenge his words but they only laughed, Ethan taking over what Tom had been doing around the table.

“Are you okay?” Eli held their brother’s hand tightly as the two went to the balcony.

“More than okay.” Tom reassured them.

“I miss you.” Eli admitted.

“I miss you too but you said it yourself - things change.” Tom hugged them again after lighting a cigarette.

“I can’t believe that all my favourite people live within the same city limits yet I can’t spend as much time as I’d like with them.” Eli admitted quietly, voicing the words that had been haunting them for a little while.

“Your work requires you to, though. I know the feeling, I know the pain. Don’t think that I like that I don’t see you as often.” Tom rested his head on their shoulder and kept holding them.

“Which is why I sometimes hate my job.” Eli grumbled.

“A light goes out in your eyes when you are not being creative. Maybe in time we will find a way where you can spend more time with us without sacrificing that light to get to it.” 

“I feel like I miss so much.” 

“I know, but seeing your joy and pride in your creative accomplishments is unmatched.” 

“They won’t keep my son happy when he grows up. They won’t be here for him as he develops into a human.” Eli argued.

“Eli, you were gone for two weeks, and you still have a little bit more work to do before settling here for a longer period of time. Did you offer Damiano and Dante join you?” 

“No, because even if they did, I’d still barely see them.” 

“Offer it, it will give you a bit of peace of mind.”

“I’ll consider it.”

“If you don’t, I’ll ship them off to you.” 

Eli chuckled and held onto their brother.

“Your family loves you and we are patiently and excitedly waiting for you.” Tom reassured them.

“I love all of you more than anything.” It was all Eli managed to say.

**

“Now, the party has arrived.” Vic announced as soon as Thomas opened the door for her. She was carrying two bags with various drinks and was trailed by Auri and Angie who brought various snacks and soft drinks with them.

“Good, you can help with setting up the chairs and organising everything.” Thomas suggested helpfully.

“I will help with other things, thank you very much.” Victoria grinned and walked straight to the kitchen where Damiano was still cooking.

“Ciao! The party has arrived.” Vic put the bags on the kitchen island and went to hug Damiano. He chuckled and held her for a moment.

“I am glad you came.” 

“It’s not like I was given much choice.” Vic teased.

“It’s a big evening.” Damiano said ominously.

“I am not wearing waterproof makeup, don’t even think of proposing to Eli.” 

“I am not proposing.” Damiano insisted and went back to cooking.

“Is everything good between you two?” Vic asked quietly. Damiano looked at his friend surprised.

“Of course it’s good. I love Eli dearly, we are just not at the proposal yet. And even if we were, I would not put them on the spot like that. Tonight is about something else entirely. Don’t be so nosy, you’ll find out in a bit.” 

Vic grinned. 

“You’ve grown up so much lately.” She observed.

Damiano didn’t react to her words, just started taking out the plates from the shelf and started piling them on.

“And not only have you grown but you are settling in yourself, you are much calmer now than you were before. Much calmer than when everything began.” Vic kept going on.

“Thank you.” He responded after a moment.

“You’re welcome.” She kissed his cheek before going to see Dante.

**

It took him a bit longer than he would have liked to finish preparing the food but while he did, his friends set up the table and chairs and eventually, they came around to get table covers, glasses, and they all set the table and then both sets of parents arrived and he started serving the food. 

Eli put Dante in the high chair, placing him next to Vic per his own demand which everyone found adorable. 

Damiano was bursting with joy and was struggling to hide it.

“What’s going on?” Different people tried to inquire but he brushed them off, waiting for everyone to be sitting around the table so he could say the words that have been begging to be let out for a while now. Perhaps longer than he realised.

“Get around the table and you’ll find out.” Damiano only replied, patiently waiting for all fourteen of them to get around the table and sit down. 

“Are any of my children getting proposed to tonight?” Eli and Tom’s mom asked.

Damiano looked at her and shook his head smiling, Thomas following suit.

“Okay, what is going on?” Eli looked from their place next to Damiano once everyone was settled. He stood up and took his glass, raising it in the air.

“Thank you all for coming here.” He started, nerves catching up to him a little bit. 

“You called.” Ethan smiled at him.

Damiano returned the smile.

“The recent years have been very hectic and especially the last few were not only hectic but also busy and chaotic and full of the whole spectrum of emotions. Life showed me all its colours and did not wait for my decision to dive into it. That is not to say that I am complaining about any of it, because I am not.” 

There were smiles all around, and he spotted tears in his mother’s eyes.

“I might not be the smoothest person when it comes to expressing how I feel but I am working on it. I lost too long not being with the person I love.” He smiled at Eli.

“I wasted too long chasing perfectionism and not recognizing that what I have is more than perfect on its own.” 

Eli reached to hold his hand and Damiano leaned down to kiss their hand. 

“I gathered you all here because I wanted to celebrate all of you. To celebrate my love for you. To celebrate life. I sat in darkness for a long time not realising that there is more to life. You helped me chase my dreams, you helped me when I was broken, you sat by my side while I learned how to be a man and a father. You loved me, you took care of me. You opened your hearts for Dante and made sure that we both felt loved and cherished. You gave us family. I am grateful for that, I am grateful for you.” There was a smile on his face that no one had seen in a while - sincere, carefree, joyful smile.

“We love you, Dami. Of course we support you and of course we will be there for you as long as you need us.” His mom spoke up.

“I’d like to start with forever. I wouldn’t be the person I am today without all of you. I love you and I see you. I see your joys, I see your struggles, I am here for you just as you are for me. You are the most important people in my life and I will not stop saying thank you for everything you’ve done for me, for us.” 

There were tears and smiles on his favourite people’s faces. There were tears on his own face. He went around and gave them all hugs and whispered his thanks again and again.

When he got back to Eli and he kissed them gently, taking his sweet time, Tom interrupted them with the words.

“Time for a picture. We need to capture this moment.” He insisted.

Thomas chuckled and went with his boyfriend to set up the camera to take pictures. 

They all gathered, Dante in Damiano’s arms, Eli leaning their head on Damiano’s shoulder. Ethan with his arms wrapped around Aurora. Thomas and Tom together, holding hands, Vic pressing a kiss to Angie’s cheek and Damiano’s brother and Leo standing between both sets of teary-eyed parents. 

**

Hours later, Damiano shared one of the pictures that Tom had taken. He put a heart emoji over Dante’s face to protect his privacy but he wanted the moment on his feed. He wanted to scream it from the top of the world. These are the people that kept him sane, these are the people that he loved most in the world. 

He captioned it, home is where the heart is. 

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If they were canon ask game with Atris and Haelwyn please. (Lord of the rings) 💕💕

I haven't planned a lot of things for my future LOTR series, but here it goes!

Atris

How they’d be introduced: Hanging around with Frodo, Sam, Pippin and Merry. They're all at the tavern, singing and dancing and goofing around

Who the fandom ships them with: Samwise Gamgee!

Why the fandom loves them: She's super cute, sweet, gentle and kind

Why the fandom hates them: I don't think anyone could hate her TOT

What the cast relationship would be like: They would get along really really well, always playing pranks on each other and joking around

What was their audition scene: The moment when Atris realizes she must leave the Shire to protect her friends and the future of Middle Earth

Who they’d be on a press tour/at comic con with: The four hobbits

If they spoil things: Some things may have slipped out a couple of times, but she profusely apologizes

If the show has ended, are they happy with their character’s ending and the ending at large: I feel like she would feel a little sad and nostalgic, but at the same time she would be content

Haelwyn

How they’d be introduced: In a bit of a mysterious way. She's in Rohan, training and being a badass. But it feels like she doesn't quite fit in there, even if she feels very confident and settled in with everyone

Who the fandom ships them with: Aragorn

Why the fandom loves them: She's very determined, brave and selfless

Why the fandom hates them: She's pretty serious and some could mistake this for coldness

What the cast relationship would be like: Although she would be pretty reserved at times, she still gets along with them

What was their audition scene: A flashback from her traumatic past

Who they’d be on a press tour/at comic con with: Aragorn, Eowyn and Eomer

If they spoil things: Nope, she hasn't, not even once

If the show has ended, are they happy with their character’s ending and the ending at large: Yeah, she would feel accomplished with it

[angelsanarchy]

In your version of the SOA universe, was there ever a Jax x Rory moment? Or a Tara x Jax x Rory moment ? (Also if you ever get annoyed with me asking about HIWTHI just let me know)

First off, I'll never get annoyed with story questions. I'm just glad anyone still remembers them. As for your questions, Jax and Rory would share a lot of strangely intimate moments after Opie's death but nothing unites them more than their hatred for Gemma towards the end of the series. Same with Tara, Jax and Rory- protecting the kids is the most important thing to them so they unite on that front against all evil that comes their way.

[smollandtoll]

toll! your story was amazing! i loved the details of the houses and how they were chosen for geno. plus, the three of them were so great together. absolutely lovely. thank you for writing 💞

😭😭 you guys, the amount of love that has come out for this fic has bowled me over! thank you so much! 

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Could you please write anything for Zayne sending Jay gifts at work to make him feel uncomfortable?

I got u

Home is where the hurt is: Part 1

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Presents

It was hard to ignore… the enormous bouquet of flowers on his desk practically lighting up the room.

Jay approached slowly, giving people the time to remove it, hoping it had just been placed on a random empty desk as he’d been out of the office all morning. But his gut and the sly glances his coworkers kept throwing at him already told him the answer.

“This isn’t for me, right?” he tried when he reached his desk and the flowers were still there. “What, is it my last day or something?”

Nobody said anything, and Terry just leaned over and flicked the card attached to the bouquet with his pen.

Resigned, Jay dropped his bag under his desk and picked the tiny card out.

Thank you for the lovely time yesterday <3

He crushed the card in a fist. He knew it. He fucking knew it was from Zayne the moment he’d walked in. Lovely time, my ass. His back still hurt like hell and he could only walk without stumbling while all drugged up on painkillers. Zayne of course would see it as a lovely date and-- His breath stilled as he realised the implications that rippled from every single flower and he felt the stares of his coworkers.

“Did… did you read the ca—” he started, but when he looked up his coworkers all had the same badly hidden smirk on their face. Yet they still had the gall to shake their head.

Jay sighed. “No, I didn’t have a date last night. This is just a prank.” But of course, no one believed him.

“It’s not a crime to have fun, Jay.”

It should be if someone’s idea of fun was stalking and torture.

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He awkwardly bustled around the front door, juggling to hold his bag, keys, and the flowers.

“Aw, you shouldn’t have.” Zayne beamed at him from the couch. He rose and took the bouquet from Jay and placed it on the coffee table. “I’m surprised you accepted them and didn’t immediately chuck them in the bin.”

“Actually, I tried to pawn them off to Denise because I can’t bike home holding this anyway, but she scolded me, angry on behalf of my non-existent date, and so I had to take the tube home where everyone, unfortunately, was wildly considerate trying not to crush these.” The flowers combined with his sour expression, elicited glances in the tube that had varied from ‘aw, how nice’ to ‘he’s got something to apologise for at home’. Well, if he had come home without flowers, he probably would have something he was going to be sorry for… best to avoid that.

Jay rummaged through the kitchen in search of a vase. “If you didn’t think I’d accept them, why did you send them?”

“Maybe the real gift was you bumbling about…” Zayne shrugged.

“You weren’t even there to see my reaction!”

“Your reaction just now is more than enough. But if I had to guess, you went all 404, ripped up the card, and came up with some bullshit excuse to deflect.”

Jay 404’ed.

Then he turned and grumbled, “—crumpled up the card…”

Zayne nodded with a smile and threw his hands up. See. “Come on, how often do you as a guy get flowers, hm? It’s nice. And you like plants, so…” He waved to the pots of greenery dotted around the living room.

“You’ve watched too many films,” Jay said. “No one sends flowers to someone’s company.”

“Oh?”

“Personal gifts just get send to someone’s home.”

“What if we’d had a lovely first date but I didn’t know your address and wanted to thank you?” Zayne asked sweetly.

“There wouldn’t be a second date.”

“Okay, so when do people send a gift to a company?”

“When it’s from other companies? When they want to thank them for a project well done? Like, we sometimes get cake or something tasty to celebrate.”

“Huh…”

“Do not!” Jay warned, recognising the contemplation in that single syllable, and pointed a finger in Zayne’s face.

And he did not. Or so Jay thought for at least a couple weeks. And by the time he’d completely forgotten about it, he had other things on his mind. Like Emery coming out as an attempted murderer and the shitshow that followed after he told Dennis everything. Not to mention that trip to hospital.

Another thing he’d completely forgotten about in the wake of these events, was the publication of the interview he did with Emery. Luke reminded him with a slap on the shoulder – which startled the hell out of him – and congratulated him on getting back into business. Jay’s protests on it being a shit article were waved away – “That’s just your burnout talking” – and Jay hate-re-read his own piece, memories of awkward things during the interview suddenly making a lot more sense and turning dark.

The next morning, with Dennis also trying to convince him the article wasn’t even that bad and that he'd mostly salvaged everything, they were interrupted.

“Delivery for Mr Fawcett?” A young man entered the office with a large, flat cardboard box.

“Yes?” Jay said, carefully, raising a hand but just really wanting to duck behind one of the partitions. He signed for delivery and watched as the man carefully shifted the box onto his desk. Jay opened the envelope taped on top first.

To thank you and congratulate you with the publication of the excellent interview. – G. Emery.

He squinted at the name. Not only didn’t it start with Z, the thought of Emery actually sending out presents was… somehow unsettling. He hummed his doubt and passed the card to Dennis. When he opened the box, he found it chockful of little cakes.

“Suspicious…”

Dennis eagerly reached for one of the cakes, but pulled back as a thought hit him. “You think it’s poisoned?” he asked in a hushed voice.

“To finish the job?” Jay muttered back. “No, I don’t think these are from Emery. Can you imagine the guy giving out cake? This reeks of Zayne.”

He snapped a pic of the box and shot a text to Zayne, not mincing words. Are these poisoned?!

No. Was the quick response, followed by a rolling eye emoji. Jay turned the screen to Dennis. Called it.

“Fine, then, take one,” Jay grumbled and Dennis immediately chose a chocolate one. “Guess I’ll hand these out.”

-

“How?!” Jay shouted, incredulous, by way of greeting as soon as he slammed the front door behind him. Because there was no way on earth Zayne had just convinced Emery to send out cake to say sorry for attempted murder.

Zayne grinned, somewhat proud. “Managed to convince his secretary to arrange a little thank you for the journalist that made our boss look good.”

“Does she know her boss wants said journalist dead?”

“He doesn’t need to know about that. Oh.” He sat up when Jay held out a little box to him. “What’s this.”

“Poisoned cake. Saved one for you.”

“Was it good?”

“Well, I didn’t die, so yeah, it was okay. Team appreciated it more than I did.”

“Well then,” Zayne said through a mouthful of cream, closing his eyes in sugary bliss, “You’re welcome.”

-

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RAINCODE SICKFIC FINALE (SPOILERS)

My awaited finale to my RainCode Sickfics of the Heart Series is finally done at last!! This took me a couple of months to put together but I figured since I mentioned it months before and delayed it, I had to get it done as my next project. It's the MakoYuma sickfic where Yuma takes care of a seriously ill Makoto.

This fanfic is officially my longest RainCode fic to date, even beating HIWTHI's word length, so make sure to read it only if you have time! It's the final sequel to that fic as well.

Be Warned: This fic is on the angsty/extreme side with a few trigger warnings. Such as Vomiting, Psychological Trauma and Implied Suicide. Please take caution/care if you read!

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Also yes! This is the second commission I received from FTAngel! (if I'm gonna commission someone for official looking work, then I'll ask for both my targets getting cared for hehe :3) This illustrates a scene toward the end of Chapter 7 (the fic will feature it as well)

There are actually a few people I'd like to shout out/credit for this fanfic's creation. So thank you all for unknowingly inspiring me ^-^

@gardenofskeletonss

Your art and thoughts of Makoto's past as a test subject were very helpful fodder to make this fic super angsty and tie to how much this poor thing has likely suffered. Helped me write down some good dialogue for the hallucinations and freakouts in the delirium stage. So Thank you for that!

@alfiely-art

Your small fic where Makoto age regresses when he got stressed gave me some good thoughts for writing Makoto's delirious behavior. Although I'm not a huge fan of age regression, reducing Makoto to a vulnerable and needy child-like state when super ill was a lot of fun! I love the idea of him being reduced to that since he never could be a child (and he is 3 freaking years old lmao)

@shiut

Those sprite edits you made really fueled my juices to continue wiring this fic. Having a picture in my head of what a vulnerable Makoto looked like was such an inspiration boost so thank you for taking the time to make those edits! I hope you don't mind me using some of them in the fic's 5th Chapter. Also your theory and thoughts of homunculi not being able to die from illness was briefly mentioned as well.

@draconicsparkle

Thank you for being my beta reader. I usually don't trust others to read my work but given how well your reading does with the community and in general, as well as you being a Makoto superfan, your encouragement really helped me feel more confident in continuing and getting this done. Thank you so much again.

With that out of the way, I hope you all enjoy the story!! I will still write more sickfics for RainCode, but this is the final one that I consider to be canon/post canon.

So I hope it delivers well!

Eat up RainCode and MakoYuma fans!

Hope the meal is to your liking~ ^-^ ♡

[gorbo-longstocking]

idk if this is spoilers but for hiwthi roughly where is scooter with each of the skeleboys, like obviously blue is head over heels for them and edge seems to still mostly (somewhat?) dislike them but what about the others?

not spoilers at all and im sooooo happy to answer this! to be honest, this may not be entirely accurate because i REALLY need to to back and re-read what i wrote (an epic memory issues moment on my part), once i do ill come and edit this post if ive made any errors!! for now, heres a quick answer

As of chapter twenty five, this is where scooter is with the skeleboys:

sans - they haven’t interacted a lot, so hes still suspicious of them, and i cant say hes particularly fond he kept their family history to themself, but he doesnt blame them for what happened with billy. hes still busy isolating himself and wallowing for much else though

papyrus - oh hes definitely got a crush, and is at least somewhat aware of it. the only reason he hasnt asked them out on an official date is out of concern for their mental health. undyne hears about scooter frequently during her and papyrus facetime calls. she doesnt know what they look like because every photo papyrus has sent has been blurry and bigfoot-esque.

red - hes feeling maybe a tad more than friendly feelings, and while he may not be entirely aware of them, he miiiiight be subconsciously pushing scooter away. that combined with his inability to stand up for scooter in the face of his brother may be a recipe for disaster…

edge - his feelings on scooter are dislike, but for relatively complicated reasons, most stemming from his own mental health issues that he refuses to get therapy for. is he projecting on them? yeah. he needs therapy SOOOO bad

blue - we all know how blue feels about scooter dude is head over heels. in his diary he is figuring out which sounds better: blue baskerville or scooter serif. either way is pleasantly alliterative. hes trying VERY hard to not give away his crush for a similar reason as papyrus. blue also happens to get jealous easy…..

stretch - stretch likes scooter but more in a ‘my brother’s friend/crush’ way and not much deeper. although he wouldnt be opposed to building a friendship. he definitely doesn’t like that scooter kept their past to themself. your father being an abusive murderer with a history of killing your friends is something he feels you should warn your roommates about, even if he is in prison.

lord - he likes scooter as a friend, absolutely nothing more (as he tells himself) he finds himself drawn to them on a deep emotional level, but his lack of experience with friendship has him writing this off as normal platonic feelings. lord also seems to feel guilty about something regarding scooter, wonder what thats all about…

mutt - he relates to scooter and understands their motivations and reasoning, mostly because he thinks that way too. mutt and scooter got an understanding going on between them, they both kind of Get each other. hes really not sure where this will take him, but either way, hes happy to have them in his life.

[painsandconfusion]

5. Favorite whump fic you've ever read? and 11. Favorite whump scene?

(this ask game)

@whumblr knows I'm a simp for HIWTHI. I'll probably pick that one. It's the only one I've re-read (it's also ((technically)) complete so its nice to rec.

Uhhhh I have no idea on favorite whump scene I'm sorry! 😭

[xtcz]

I love your fic "Home is Where the Heart Is" so much I couldn't just leave a comment on it, I had to come message you personally. It's so amazing. The pacing is a nice level of slow burn, like it's nice and slow but it doesn't drag at any point. Your writing style is a fun and personal voice, and it feels like I'm personally there watching the story take place. It's just so great!

Thank you so much this is why I write !!! I’d literally die for you thank you so much this means so much aaaaahhhhh

[rhub4rb]

If Damian is younger than Marinette, does that mean that On would also be younger? Asking cuz of the shipping.

Yep, Marinette will not be shipped with Jon. I ended up going with this decision because I already have hiwthi that is a marijon fic

I am considering shipping Mari with another super though 👀

[writingmaneskin]

Home is Where the Heart is - A Damiano David Story || Chapter Thirty One

Description: Learning how to love again, how to heal and that it’s okay to move on and rebuild yourself after dealing with so much pain.

Words: 2.6k

A/N: I missed my silly children. 🙁💕 This chapter takes place not long after the last trip that they had and is still set before the beginning of Handwritten.

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Damiano was a homebody. He thrived being back in Rome and there was a sense of peace that came from the fact that his loved ones were all within reach and not a couple of hours away travelling by plane.

Being home also meant that he had the chance to get into some sort of a routine with Dante and figure out how to maintain it which would be easier now with the band taking a bit of a longer break - they all needed it. 

Eli’s life wasn’t slowing down by any means - in fact, they were busier than ever but Damiano was more than happy to be there and make sure that they have everything they needed, make sure that their family is taken care of.

“When can we meet up?” Vic texted Damiano one afternoon.

“I’m home, would you like to come over? I miss you.” 

“I miss you too. Are you alone?”

“I am. Eli is working late and my mom took Dante for the evening, so it’s just me.” 

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

“I’ll see you soon, sorella.” 

And true to her word, Victoria showed up at his doorstep twenty minutes later. Damiano hugged her tight and the two of them held each other for a little bit, each treasuring the comfort and the familial love between them.

“What’s up, kiddo? Do you want some tea?” 

“Tea as in gossip, or tea as in the drink?” Vic chuckled and made her way into the apartment.

“As in the drink.”

“You are such a grandpa, don’t you have something fizzy in that fridge of yours?” 

“No, best I can offer is orange juice.”

“Orange juice it is.” Vic took off her shoes and plopped herself on the sofa.

Damiano lit a cigarette and carried two glasses of orange juice to the coffee table, then sat opposite Vic so he could look at her.

“I’ve been thinking a lot with all this time that we’ve had on our hands…” Vic started.

“Is this going to turn into a lecture?”

“No, listen. We haven’t had a break in a very long time. Our lives were completely different the last time we slowed down. We were kids and now you have a kid.”

Damiano smiled.

“True.”

“I am scared.” Victoria admitted.

“Of what?”

“Of who I am without all the shows, without the constant moving around. I think I might have lost parts of myself in all the work and I am now unsure of what and who is left.”

“You have time to figure it out now.” 

“And if I spiral?”

“If you spiral,we’ll take care of you as we always have. Just because we are not together 24/7 and not constantly running ourselves into the ground working, doesn’t mean that we’ve abandoned you or that we won’t hang out, or show up if you need us.” Damiano went to give Vic a hug when he saw that her eyes were full of tears.

“I worry that I’ll lose all of you.”

“No, we are not going anywhere.” He comforted her.

“Do you want to call over the others?” 

“Yes, I miss them.” Damiano admitted. They had been texting but it just wasn’t the same.

“I miss them, all of you so much.” Vic grabbed her phone and texted Ethan and Thomas.

The boys showed up not long after the invitation and both Damiano and Victoria felt relief when they did. This was home too, these three people were part of the foundations of his home. 

“The band is all over at our place. I will likely cook for them, maybe with Ethan helping me. Did you eat today? I can maybe sneak away and bring you some food?” Damiano texted Eli before leaving his phone on the coffee table.

“Is everything okay between you and Eli?” Thomas asked, going to grab himself something cold to drink from the fridge.

“Yes. We are in a good place.” 

“I am happy to hear that. You deserve all the happiness.” The look on Thomas’ face was genuine, yet Damiano could see the sadness in his friends’ eyes.

“What about you and Tom?” 

“It’s complicated.” Thomas said, opening the bottle of sparkling water.   

“Are you trying to figure it out between each other or just avoiding the feelings altogether?” 

“I am trying to untangle the feelings and make sense of them and make sense of everything without saying anything stupid and pushing Tom away.” 

“How is that working out for you?”

“Not great. Whenever we do talk, we try to talk about feelings and when it gets awkward we just change the topic and pretend nothing ever happened.” 

“Do you want him in your life?” 

“I do.” Thomas nodded.

“Then don’t give up. I made a lot of mistakes before I got with Eli and I almost made the biggest mistake getting back together with Y/N and disregarding what I feel for Eli in favour of what I thought would be best.”

“Do you regret anything?” Thomas asked.

“I think we all have regrets but right now I try not to think about them too much.”

“When did you get so wise?” Thomas nudged his friend playfully, making him smile.

“I had some growing up to do recently and I think that might have sped up the process.” 

“Dante is very lucky to have you.” 

“I am the lucky one. And Thom, I am sure you and Tom will figure it out. I am sure there will be a happy end for us all.” 

“A happy end?” Thomas looked confused.

“Yes.”

“But I don’t want it to end. I want it to go on. I want a happy continuation. I don’t want the story to end.”

“When did you turn into a poet?” Damiano smiled and at that moment his phone lit up with a text from Eli.

“I ate and I’ll spend some time with Tom after work. Are you okay? Do you need anything?” 

“I miss you and I can’t wait to hug you.” Damiano typed back.

“I miss you too. Send my love to everyone and I’ll see you soon.”

“Say hi to Tom and text me if you need anything.”

“I will, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He looked away from the phone and saw that Thomas had joined the others in the kitchen, Vic trying to re-braid Ethan’s hair, Thomas trying (and failing) to give directions. It felt cosy. He took a picture of them before starting to get out the ingredients for dinner.

“You don’t have to be a dad tonight.” Victoria told him from the sofa, her fingers still tangled in Ethan’s hair.

“I am a dad always, Vic.” Damiano chuckled.

“Yes, but you don’t have to make our dinner and then tuck us in bed.” Thomas added.

“Can we have a sleepover,  though?” Vic added.

“Of course, my house is your house.” Damiano immediately replied.

“Let’s go out for dinner before Vic gives me a bald spot.” 

“I will not.” She insisted and focused on fixing the braid.

“We’ll go out for dinner and we can come back and have the sleepover.” Damiano smiled.

“What about Eli?” Ethan asked.

“They said they’ll spend time with Tom after work. I will probably see them tomorrow if they don’t come home in the middle of the night.” Damiano smiled.

Thomas didn’t say anything.

“No sulking for Tom tonight, please.” Vic called him out immediately. 

“I am not sulking.”

“No one is sulking tonight.” Vic looked at the three men.

“Of course, of course.” 

**

Damiano texted Eli about the change of plans and after a quick wardrobe change, made it outside with his friends. Ethan called their favourite restaurant to book a table and Damiano called Leo to invite him to dinner too. 

The atmosphere at the restaurant was cosy and familiar, giving the four of them a feeling of grounding.

“Did you miss us all so much, Vic?” Leo teased.

“Of course I did. We have been together non-stop for months.”

“It’s weird to not be constantly on the road.” Ethan added.

“It’s a nice change of pace.” Damiano said while looking at the menu.

“Of course, you love it, you homebody.” Vic chuckled.

“I missed it. I missed the stillness and I already have ideas for the new album, whenever that comes.”

“Have you written anything?” Leo looked at him.

“No, just some ideas in the notes app. Nothing more. I need to recharge, to give Dante some sense of normalcy, to spend some time with Eli. I am sure the writing will come naturally.”

“Is everything okay with you two?” Leo asked.

“Yes, Eli is just very busy.”

“You should plan a staycation for you two.”

“I am already on it.” 

“Do any of you have solid plans for anything during this time off?” Leo asked after they had ordered their dinner.

“Lots and lots of family time for me.” Damiano spoke first.

“Maybe some travelling, lots of reading for me.” Ethan added.

“I don’t know.” Thomas said quietly. 

“I just want to figure things out. Figure me out.” Vic shrugged. Thomas threw his arm around her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her hair.

“We’ll be there for you.”

“You better, I love you all too much.” Vic admitted.

“Count on us.” Ethan smiled at Vic but his smile quickly died on his lips as he looked to the person behind Vic. Damiano turned around and froze when he saw who was standing there. 

“Can we speak?” Y/N’s mother stood there.

“I have nothing to say.” Damiano stood up. 

“I have some things to say, please.” The older woman pleaded.

“If you’ve come to make some excuse or other for the way you and your daughter ghosted, please don’t.” Damiano looked at her.

“I have not. I bring something for you to give to Dante when he grows up. Something from her and me.”

“Why?” He looked at her again, his attention finally catching on the detail that she was wearing all black.

“I made a lot of mistakes in the past years, starting with the fact that I allowed her to take him away from you. That I stood by her and wronged both you and Dante. But she was my daughter.”

No one spoke a word and Damiano noted the tremble in her hands.

“What happened? Is Y/N okay?” Vic finally broke the silence.

The woman did not respond but handed Damiano a sealed envelope.

“I am sorry for everything, Damiano. I am sorry for all the harm I’ve caused. The time I had with Dante was some of the best in my life and I will always regret the harm that was caused.” 

Damiano did not know what to say. He held the envelope, recognizing the handwriting.

The woman didn’t say anything else as she left the restaurant and he sat back down at the table.

“Do you think she might be dead?” Leo asked.

“Are you going to open the envelope?” Thomas added.

“Maybe and yes.” Damiano managed after a little while.

“Do you want us to call Eli?” Ethan offered.

“No. Eli has enough on their plate, I will tell them when they come home, when I’ve had some time to process whatever curveball Y/N is throwing at me.” 

“Please drink some water.” Leo passed him the glass which Damiano gratefully took.

Damiano did. The waiter brought over the food.

“Do you want to open it?” Thomas asked quietly, referring to the envelope.

“No, not right now. I want to have dinner and sleepover with you.”

“That’s what we are doing then.” Leo smiled.

“You’re not alone and neither is Dante, it will be okay.” Ethan reassured him.

“Thank you.”

**

Eli needed twin time. The chaos of everyday life, the new dynamics and routines that they were putting themselves in were all great but one thing was non-negotiable and that was time with Tom.

They wrapped their arms around Tom, needing the heartbeat of calm before being engulfed in chaos again.

“Hey you.” Tom held them and smiled.

“Hi.” Eli said as some of the tiredness left their body instantly.

“I missed you too.” Tom pressed a kiss to Eli’s temple, making them smile.

“So much.” Eli affirmed, clinging to Tom.

“Is Damiano upset that I am stealing you from him tonight?”

“No, he has plans with the band and he knows I miss you.”

Tom didn’t say anything, instead kissed Eli’s temple again and opened the passenger door for them.

“I’m driving only because you look exhausted.”

“Fine, this time only.” Eli took out their phone and sat in the car, checking the notifications.

“I know you are out with Tom tonight but please come home later and don’t go to your apartment. I need you.” 

“Are you okay?” Eli was already worried.

“Yes, I just don’t want to sleep without holding you.”

“I’ll be there.” 

“Everything alright?” Tom started the car.

“Yes, Dami asked me to go home and not to my apartment.” Eli half-smiled.

“I am really happy that you two are figuring it out. It’s nice to see you this happy.” 

“It feels a bit surreal at times.” Eli admitted.

“You pined for a very long time, of course it feels surreal.” Tom joked.

“It was never the right time and we are trying to make sure that the right time is now because it’s definitely the right person.” 

“I can relate.” Tom nodded vaguely.

“What’s going on between you and Thomas?”

“Just some very long conversations that lead nowhere and we both get frustrated and that’s about it.” 

“How can I help?”

“I just need some time with you. Some time spent without thinking about how much my heart hurts, without the longing about a person who is right there and who i am not sure can ever love me the way I need him to love me.” 

Eli squeezed Tom’s hand.

“Even if it’s not with him, you’ll find happiness. I am sure of it.”

“The only thing I am sure of is that I am sick of feeling like this.” 

**

Everyone was fast asleep earlier than Damiano thought they would be. Vic snuggled up between Ethan and Thomas in the guest bedroom, Leo choosing to go home but promising to bring breakfast in the morning, leaving Damiano alone with his thoughts and the envelope left on the table.

He lit a cigarette. 

Then another.

Eventually the lock clicked and he heard Eli’s soft footsteps.

“Hi.” Eli wrapped their arms around him, noticing the ashtray full of cigs and his stiff posture.

“Hi.” He kissed their hand. 

“What’s this?” Eli pointed at the envelope. 

“I am not sure, but I didn’t want to open it without you here.” 

Eli put down their bag, washed their hands and then took a seat on Damiano’s lap.

“What happened? Why didn’t you text me about it?” 

“We were out for dinner and we saw Y/N’s mom. I didn’t text you about it because I compartmentalised the information and tried to have a good dinner with the gang and just ignored the fact that Y/N sent Gods know what.” 

Eli felt frustrated, but they also understood why he acted the way he had.

“Do you want to open it?”

“Yes, but I am also afraid.”

“You’re not alone. I won’t leave you.”  Eli promised.

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