#hopefully peace returns soon lol

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Watching the Bot AI hate comments just flooding some fandoms/fics is like being ruler of a small duchy hoping that the war passes me by…

[allysunny]

Guiding Lights | Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

Synopsys: Nanami barely acknowledges you once he gets home. It's late and you've been waiting for hours. Again. Lately, it's all you seem to do for your husband. Wait, while he arrives home later and later. You decide to confront him about it, and things escalate.

Words: 6.5k

Warnings: Angst, heavy angst. Like, super angsty. Arguments and yelling, mentions of cheating, neglect and death. A very tired Nanami who's overworking himself. Angst with comfort, angst to fluff. Very happy and cheesy ending. Hopefully not OOC Nanami. Do let me know if I forgot something!

A/N: Hey guys!!! Oh my god I have been working on this fic for quite a while hahaha! I started it a few months ago, but then you guys started sending in your (lovely) requests, and it sort of got lost in my drafts. But I really wanted to get it done, so I focused on it again. Also, I'm terrible at summaries, I'm so sorry!! </3

I think this is my Magnum Opus so far. I really like how it turned out. I love my man Nanami, and I love angst (lol obviously), and I've always thought about this specific scenario. This is sort of like, the fic I've always wanted to read, you know? A "fine, I'll do it myself" fic, if you will, hahaha!

Well, I hope you enjoy reading it!! I certainly had a blast writing it <3

The door to your apartment closed as softly as it opened, and if you weren’t so intent on confronting the man who had just walked through it, you wouldn’t have heard the sound.

Looking up from the show you were watching and just paused, you take your husband in. He’s clearly seen better days. Shirt and tie slightly dishevelled, hair askew, large bags under his tired eyes. There is a big cut ripping his suit, and a smaller one on his jaw. 

“I’m home.” Nanami mumbled, taking said jacket off and placing it on top of the couch.

“Hey,” You replied, unsure of what exactly to say. You’d been awake for hours now, patiently waiting for him to come back, but now that he’s standing in front of you, you don’t know what to tell him.

You must’ve not thought things through, because instead of keeping quiet and letting this man enjoy some peace and quiet (something he seemed to lack), you decide to speak your mind.

“You’re late.”

Nanami sighed. He does not dare to meet your eye, instead making his way towards your kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. “There was a curse that needed to be exorcised. I was closer to the location, so they sent me.”

“You could’ve called.” He hadn’t even kissed you. Just walked straight to the kitchen, barely acknowledging you. “I was worried.”

“Well, I was busy.” Nanami put his glass down and rubbed his forehead. He looked drained. The sharp edges of his face look like they could cut your fingers, should you touch him. The exhaustion was piling over him, and it was clear to see.

You didn’t wish to push his buttons – God knows how hard his work as a Jujutsu Sorcerer was. But it’s not fair for him to leave for hours on end without telling you his location. You don’t want to control him, nor keep tabs on him all the time; you just want to make sure he is safe and doing okay.

You just want to make sure your husband will return to you and your son at the end of the day.

“And you couldn’t have spared me a minute? Just a text would’ve been fine.” You said, standing up and walking to him. Too busy to call? It would take him less than a minute to tell you he was safe.

“[Y/N], I didn’t have the time to call you.” Now he looked at you. Those beautiful hazel eyes which usually regarded you with affection and care, looked fatigued and weary. These eyes belong to a man who has seen too much, a man who is in desperate need of rest. But no matter how much you tried to coerce him into taking a break, he wouldn’t have any of it.

Ever since you had your son, he was more intent than ever on working and making sure curses were exorcised as soon as they appeared. All to keep your bundle of joy safe, to make sure he grew up in a better world. But lately, it seemed like he was stretching himself too thin, taking on every single mission, arriving home later and later.

“I was worried sick. You look hurt.” Nanami looked away once more when you approached him. Just as you were about to raise your hand and inspect his jaw, he turned away from you.

“I’m fine. You should go to sleep. It’s late.” His voice was almost devoid of any emotion. Is this what Jujutsu Sorcery did to people? Wear them down, strip them of their humanity and emotions until they were but a vessel of what they had once been?

When you first started dating, Nanami couldn’t get enough of you. He’d get home on time, every single day, just so he wouldn’t keep you waiting. He’d treat you like you were precious, because to him, you were. And now it seemed like he was perpetually tired, like there was something holding him back from the sweet man he had once been. You suspected he hadn’t held your son in a few days. Nanami always stopped by Haibara’s room before he went to sleep, just to watch his slow breathing and make sure all was well. But it had been weeks since you had seen him hold his child.

“Kento, you’re not fine. Just… Stop pushing me away. Please.” You reached out to touch his arm, and he shakes it away.

“Look, I appreciate your concern, but it’s just a scratch. I’ve had worse.” How could he be so careless about his health? Was he not aware of the family waiting for him at home?

You shake your head. You really didn’t want to do this. Not today. Not now. You’re tired – Haibara had been fussy all day, asking for “papa”, and there was nothing you could do to soothe him. And your husband looked tired too. Let’s not do this today. Not now. Go to bed, you thought. Go to bed.

Unfortunately, your mouth was quicker.

“Oh, yeah? Well, when’s it gonna be enough?” You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s just a scratch. Well, yesterday was just a scratch as well. So was the day before. And the day before that. Is tomorrow going to be just a scratch as well?” Your voice was rising, and you were fighting hard to keep the tears away. “It’s always justa scratch. When is it going to be enough for you to stop? When’s it going to stop being just a scratch? Huh? When you break an arm?”

“[Y/N].”

“When you lose a limb?”

“[Y/N].”

“When you lose your life?!” You tightened the grip you had around your body, using your arms as a shield against the despair and hopelessness you felt. You seemed to have stunned your husband into silence. Nanami breathed softly, looking at the floor. “When is it going to be enough for you?”

“I’m doing this for your sake.” He mumbled softly. 

“Maybe you were, once. But not anymore. No, you’re doing this for yourself.” 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Now it was your husband’s turn to raise his voice ever so slightly. His fists were clenched by his side, and his shoulders moved in sync with his breathing. “I’m out there, every night, doing this for you. For our son, for our family.” 

“No, you’re not!” 

“Yes, I am! If I’m out there, exorcising those disgusting creatures, it’s because I want our son to grow up in a safer world! I don’t want him to live in fear, I want him to be safe. And that’s exactly what I do.” 

“You say you care about your son, but you haven’t seen him in days.” You scoffed and shook your head. How could he say such things when you knew damn well he hadn’t even seen him? Let alone hold him or play with him. And the lack of attention from his father was clearly taking a toll on Haibara, who cried and cried, eyes anxiously looking for the tall figure he learned to associate with comfort. Not that he didn’t like you - you were his mother, and arguably, the only person he truly knew, but a baby boy needs his father, and Haibara didn’t seem to have his. 

You stare at your husband, noticing how time has changed him. The once gentle features have turned knifelike, his eyebags have become wide and deep, his eyes perpetually tired behind the fatiguing-looking glasses. What could possibly be more important than his family?

An unsettling feeling starts pooling in your stomach. You’ve tried not to entertain this idea for long - hell, you couldn’t think about it without becoming nauseous. Because he would never, would he? He’s your husband. The father of your child. Meeting another woman behind your back is clearly unthinkable, right?

The voice in your head that you’ve been trying to quiet down this whole time gets louder and louder. Ask him, it says, ask him and find out the truth. You deserve to know it, you’re his wife. What if he’s hiding something? Ask him. 

You want to trust your husband. You really do. You love him and always have and always will. But your mind is playing tricks on you, the weariness of the day and lack of comfort from this very same man messing with your brain. 

“Is it someone else?” You ask, feeling braver than you felt.

“What!?” he looked at you, eyes wide in surprise. As if what you’d ask was completely preposterous (to him, it was). 

“Have you been seeing someone else, Kento? Is that why you’re not home?” You were sounding surprisingly calm for a woman accusing her husband of cheating on her. 

Your husband shook his head vigorously, looking you in the eye. 

“I’m not. I haven’t been seeing anyone else.” You got a glimpse at your Nanami, the one who’s caring and sweet, the one who holds you when you cry and talks softly when you’re overwhelmed. You see him right now, in the way he assures you there’s no one else. 

“You’re not home. You arrive late, leave at the crack of dawn. Don’t hold our son, don’t touch me. Is this why? Do you have someone else? Do you love someone else?”

“[Y/N], I told you, there is no one else. I’m not seeing anyone,” he sighed, signalling his own exhaustion (as if it wasn’t evident by the way it clung to his face, body, and soul). “I’ve just been busy.” Nanami repeated, turning away from you, to place his glass in the sink.

“Too busy to see your own son?” 

“I told you, I’ve been busy, [Y/N].”

“He’s your son!” 

“This is my job - “

“We’re your family!” 

“Well, you can’t expect me to stay home all the time and cater to your every whim, can you?” Nanami had never yelled. Never in your time together you’d heard him raise his voice at anyone, let alone you. But the man before you couldn’t be your husband because he’d done just that.

“I’m not asking you to stay home and cater to my every whim!” Tears clouded your vision, and you stuttered pathetically, still trying to hold your ground. “I’m just asking you to be more considerate!” The more you spoke, the more you stuttered, the more your tears fell. Nanami, your sweet Nanami, your caring and loving husband would’ve never allowed this years ago. He’d have embraced you and kissed your forehead and wiped your tears. The man before you has no intention of doing that. 

“I have a job to do, [Y/N], I have a duty, I made a promise -” 

“You made a promise to me when we got married!” You wiped your tears away. Or tried to - they wouldn’t stop coming, big lousy tears that ran down your cheeks and made you feel even more miserable. “You made a promise to our son when he was born! And now look at you - you haven’t held him in days!” 

“He’s a baby, [Y/N]. He won’t die from lack of affection from me. God damn it, he won’t even remember it! You’re making a big deal out of nothing!” 

“You say that because you don’t spend time with him! I’m not making a big deal out of nothing; I’m telling you you’re neglecting your son!” 

“[Y/N], he’s a baby!”

“He misses his father!” Now it was you yelling, sleep and rest long forgotten. No, right now, all you wanted was to get to the bottom of this, to once and for all make your husband see reason. “He cries for you because he misses you! I miss you! Your family misses you terribly and all you’re doing is pushing us away!” 

An ear-piercing cry erupted from the monitor next to you. Hell, you probably didn’t even need the monitor. Haibara’s cries were loud and heart wrenching, and you snapped out of your rage fuelled trance as soon as you heard them. 

“Haibara,” you whispered, pushing past your husband and all but flying upstairs. You opened the door to your son’s nursery, and maternal instinct took over as you made your way towards his crib and picked him up. His tiny fists were clenched, and he waved his arms and legs around, crying his little heart out. 

“Shhhh, shhhh…” You cooed softly, taking him in your arms and pressing soft kisses against his forehead. “Mommy’s sorry, my love… Mommy was yelling, wasn’t she? She’s sorry… It won’t happen again my darling, I promise… I’m so sorry…” You cried, cradling his little body against yours.

Upon hearing your voice, his cries subsided, and the baby looked up at you with teary eyes, hands coming up to touch your wet cheeks. 

“Mama?” He asked in that tiny voice of his.

“Yes, my love, mama’s right here. I’m sorry. Mama was yelling, it must’ve been so scary.” You wiped his tears, kissing the top of his head. 

“Mama,” he said again, tapping his hands on your face once more, as if making sure you were there.

“Yes baby, mama’s here. Mama’s right here.”

“Papa?” Haibara looked around, and his lips turned into a pout once more. “Papa?” 

“I’m sorry, my love. Papa’s busy. He’s working hard to keep us safe,” Please don’t cry again, you thought, go to sleep baby, just go to sleep. Mommy needs rest too, especially after today. 

“Papa? Papa?” His cries became more insistent, and you tried your best not to burst into tears again. You felt like a failure. A failure of a wife, a failure of a mother. You felt like the home you tried too hard to build and cherish and fill with love was crumbling apart. 

“Go to sleep baby, okay? Papa’s busy, but he’ll see you some other time. Right now, he needs to rest because he’s been working so hard… And so do you, baby. Just get some rest, alright? Please.”

You sniffled a few times, singing and talking to him slowly, the way you knew calmed him down. “I’m so sorry for yelling honey, so, so sorry… It won’t happen again… How scary it must’ve been for you… It’s alright now, see? Mommy’s here, she won’t yell anymore…” 

You rocked Haibara and placed him so he was lying down in your arms. He looked at you first with a confused gaze, then with a small smile, and finally with a sleepy expression. Your sweet baby boy, who was all furrowed brown and blonde locks of hair, exactly like his father. Your sweet, sweet son, who’d babble in excitement when you twirled him around the living room and danced around as soft music played and knocked his head against yours in a loving gesture. He was your one weakness. You’d do anything for him. 

The love you have for this child is stronger than words can communicate, and you wonder how Nanami can possibly ignore him as easily as he does. 

You rocked Haibara some more, humming a tune you knew he liked. Once you turned around, you spotted Nanami leaning against the door, staring at the both of you in a mix of awe, hurt and sadness.

You returned his gaze, unsure of what to say. 

What even was there to say? 

The life you’d so lovingly built for yourselves seemed to have come crashing down, until all that was left were broken pieces.

Nanami approached you two, with slow heavy steps. Once you managed to get a good look at his face, something inside you broke. 

Nanami was crying. 

Big, silent tears rolled down his cleverly sculpted cheeks, and his eyes drifted to the sleepy baby in your arms. 

And then he did something neither of you were expecting. 

He sobbed. 

Loudly. 

So loud, little Haibara stirred in your arms, looking over to the source of the sound. 

His face twisted in confusion, and his pouty lips parted to utter a single word. 

“Papa,” he babbled, hand pointing in his direction. “Papa. Papa. Papa.” Haibara mumbled over and over again, arms flailing in Nanami’s direction. He twisted his whole body, muttering “Papa” and whining loudly.

“Haibara,” Nanami whispered, hands coming up to cradle his son - an adorable sight, really. Your husband, with his big, strong hands, handling a tiny baby with the utmost care. He held Haibara straight, and cried once the baby knocked his head against his, gurgling in excitement and flailing his arms around. 

“Papa!” If your son was or had been sleepy, he didn’t show it, instead babbling a single word repeatedly, hands either coming up to touch his father’s face, waving around, or clapping. “Papa!” 

You wondered how long it had been since Nanami had held him. It was clear Haibara missed him, and although the sight before you was heartwarming, it still hurt that, for this to happen, Nanami had to ignore his child. 

“My son,” Nanami cradled Haibara carefully, leaning his forehead against the baby’s. “My sweet, sweet son. I have been such an idiot. I’m so sorry…” He kept on sobbing, kissing Haibara all over his face, head, and hands, as if trying to convey his regret in some way. “I’ve failed you. I’m so sorry.” 

It was both heartbreaking and heart enriching. There he was, your husband, finally holding his son, finally apologising, finally making amends. You knew him to be telling the truth. Nanami might be stoic and cold on the outside, but you got to him. You knew him, inside and out. You could tell when he was genuine, and, well, he’d never been more genuine than now. 

Nanami turned to look at you, eyes still puffy from the tears. He shook his head once, then twice, then turned to face his son once again. 

“I’m so sorry… I’ve been neglecting you all this time… My family, my own family… I promised to take care of you…” This confession only made him sob louder. Your son quickly picked up on the atmosphere because he too started pouting, and expressing his discomfort through sounds. 

“Oh -” Nanami was quick to change the baby’s position, making him lie down on his arms. “Shhh, it’s okay. Everything’s fine now, alright? Why don’t you go to sleep and give your mother some rest?” 

“Papa,” Haibara blinked his eyes once and reached up to touch his father’s face. Nanami smiled, holding his son’s little hand in his, pressing a soft kiss against it. 

“That’s right. Papa. Papa’s here.” 

“Pa - pa,” Your son was interrupted by a big yawn. He blinked at his father once again, and quickly turned around, snuggling against his arms and chest. 

There was something about tall and strong 7 to 3 sorcerer Nanami Kento melt while holding a tiny baby in his arms that made you chuckle. You wiped your tears and watched as your husband kissed your son’s forehead one last time, before putting him down on his crib once again.

Nanami made sure to check Haibara’s crib, gazing at him with that adoring look in his eyes, before exiting the room. You did the same and did not need to be told twice - you followed your husband, who was already in your shared bedroom, sitting on his side of the bed and facing the wall. 

Leaning against the doorframe, you stared at him. 

None of you wanted to break the small bubble you’d been immersed in. Although you hadn’t spoken with each other, the last few minutes with Haibara had spoken volumes. It was as if the ocean of hurt and neglect had been breached by the child who was a careful mix of the two. 

And yet, it still hurt to address the elephant in the room. 

You’d hated yelling at Nanami. You’d never done it. And he’d never yelled at you. Not even towards his most eccentric and insufferable coworkers, Nanami dared to yell. He believed arguments and misunderstandings could be solved without raising one’s voice. But he’d gone and done the one thing he promised never to do.

It was Nanami who, after what seemed like an eternity, reached across the ocean. 

“I’ve lost my focus,” he said, still staring at the wall. “I’ve gone and ruined the one good thing in my life.” 

All you could do was listen. You’d waited too long to hear these words. 

“The truth is, I’m scared.” There it was again, that vulnerability in his voice, that softness and truth that reminded you your sweet husband too was human. “I’ve been scared ever since Haibara was born. I want to make the world a better place for him. I don’t want him to grow up surrounded by curses, always looking over his shoulder in fear…” He clenched his fists, only this time, the anger wasn’t directed towards you. 

“I thought if only I worked hard… If only I worked all these extra hours, I'd be making a difference. I’d be protecting my family.” 

You had no control over your body, but it didn’t matter. Your heart would always follow Nanami Kento, and right now, it was telling you to go to him. You stood near the bed, just a few feet away from his sitting figure. 

“You are protecting your family,” you said, just as softly as him. 

“No - no, I’m not. What if something happens while I’m gone? What if I’m not home, and someone gets to you first?” Nanami sighed, voice laced with fear. You could tell he was close to tears once again. “I’ve been so busy trying to take on each and every mission, I forgot to protect my family in the most important way - next to them.” 

You remained silent. 

There was nothing you could come up with. He was right. Those were your words and your thoughts. Then why was it that when they were finally uttered, you felt sadness rather than happiness or relief? It pained to see your husband hurting. 

You sat down next to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder, an encouraging gesture. 

“I miss you…” he continued, tears now running freely. “I miss you two so much… Haibara… Haibara’s growing up without a father… And it’s all my fault…” Hunching over his knees, Nanami took his face in his hands, crying silently. “And you, my love - you’ve been here all this time, working so hard to keep our family together, and I was too blind to appreciate it… I’m so sorry…” 

He then looked at you, and you saw years of your relationship fly by. 

In his eyes, you saw your first meeting. You saw the day he bought you coffee for the first time. Satoru playing matchmaker. You saw your first date, full of nervousness and a fleeting kiss that lasted no longer than a few seconds but was enough to leave you both flustered and breathless. You saw the day he asked you to be his girlfriend, a bouquet of bright pink camelias in his hand. Him holding you close after you’d loved each other for the first time, hands tracing patterns on your back, whispering words of appreciation and love in your ear. 

You saw your wedding day, the first dance you two shared and how he smiled like a fool despite all the teasing from Satoru and his students. You saw him carry box after box, unpacking items and decorating what would later become your loving home. You saw the way he cried in your arms when you showed him the positive pregnancy test, and how he kneeled before you to kiss your stomach. 

You saw him holding your hair back while you puked, always so attentive, making sure you were fine. Him massaging your feet, rubbing your legs and preparing you meals according to your cravings. You saw him hold Haibara for the first time, hazel eyes ever the softest. You saw him sleep with your baby the first few weeks to ensure you had enough rest. 

You watched as he got up earlier and earlier each morning, some of them even going as far as to forget to kiss you goodbye. You saw him arrive later and later, claiming he was “too tired” to eat with you, “too busy” to see your son. 

You saw all of this in a span of just a few seconds. You saw all the love, the regret, the hurt, the pain, the happiness and desire, all of it. You saw the life you had carved together, the house decorated to your and his liking, the way it just felt like home, and lately felt like anything but.

Nanami left the bed and knelt before you, eyes still watery. 

“I’m so sorry,” he started. “I’ve been a neglectful husband. I’ve been taking you and our son for granted.” Slowly, he took your hands in his. You allow him, having missed his warmth, his comfort. “Will you forgive me?”

That was the question. 

Would you?

Could you? 

“You don’t have to answer me right now,” he shook his head, thumbs circling your palms affectionately. “You can take all the time you want. You can think about it, make me suffer all you want - hell, I deserve it, after all that I put you through. Just… think about it. Please. Even if you never forgive me, just know that I am so, so sorry for all the suffering I caused you. I’ve been such a terrible husband…” 

HIs cries don’t seem to subside, and he lays his head on top of your hands. 

It breaks you to see your husband like this. No matter how much you were hurting, no matter how much you missed him and his absence broke you inside, you never wanted to see him hurting.

Instinctively, your hands flew to his hair, caressing it softly, massaging his scalp like you always did during lazy Saturday mornings, when he’s clingy and needy after having worshiped your body thoroughly, or during Sunday afternoons, when you watched your son play with his toys in the garden. 

Nanami’s shoulders sagged, and he rested his head fully on your legs.

You think about what he said. 

Forgiveness. 

Could you ever forgive you husband after all the pain he’s caused? 

After the late nights spent with dread, fearing the worst, after the early mornings devoid of any affection and love, after the distant weekends and inexistent holidays?

But even as you thought this over, your heart had already decided for you. 

You’d walk to the end of the earth for Nanami Kento. And you were sure he’d do the same. 

Delicate hands are placed on the sides of his face, and your husband looked up, a pained expression in his eyes. 

“I love you,” you whispered, hoping that somehow, someway, these three little words would convey just how deep your adoration for this man goes. “Of course I’ll forgive you, Kento.” 

His chocolate brown eyes seem to sparkle, and he holds his head higher. 

“What?”

“I love you. We can fix this. I know we can.” 

“Yes - [Y/N], yes. We can. I can. I will. I promise you.” Kento placed his hands on top of yours, holding them gently. After all, he’s holding the entire world in his hands. 

And although you just want to skip to the good part, you shake your head, interrupting him before he can get too excited. 

“But,” you began, “You need to change. This needs to change, Kento. I… I can’t raise a child on my own. I can’t nurture a home all by myself.”

“Yes - yes, you’re right. My love, I’m so sorry.”

“I won’t ask you to give up Jujutsu Sorcery.”

At this, he seems to tense a bit. You knew how important your husband’s job was to him. After all, he was keeping people safe, making the world a better place. It was terrifying, but it made him happy, and that’s all you could ask for. 

“Just… Be more careful.” These words are uttered with the utmost softness, in fear of breaking the little trance you were in. “You have a wife waiting at home for you. A son. Your family needs you. And I know you’re making a difference out there, but we also need you here. With us.”

“And if some day, you do end up working overtime, just… Please say something. Just to let me know. I don’t want to know your whereabouts all the time, I don’t want to control you. I just need to know you’re safe.”

Nanami nodded. Eagerly. It was as if you’d just told him you would gift him his weight in gold three times. In fact, you’d given him something better than that. Your love. Your forgiveness. To Nanami, getting you back, winning your trust again, that’s what truly mattered. 

“Thank you.” He kissed your hands. “I will. I promise, I’ll change. I’ll be a better husband for you, and a better father to Haibara. My love… My sweet wife, the love of my life… I can’t believe I took you for granted. I was so worried about failing you, I forgot what was truly important. My family.”

“Kento,” you said, shaking your head. Your eyes filled with tears once again. “You have never disappointed us. You will never fail us.”

“If I didn’t work hard enough to clear the world of curses, I would. If I don’t make a difference, I’m letting you two down. I want to protect you. I don’t want to lose you like I lost…” Nanami was unable to finish his sentence. You knew he still felt responsible for the death of his friend. Too responsible. When you suggested naming your son after his best friend, he’d choked up and cried. It is a beautiful tribute, he’d tell you later. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Nonsense.” You spread your legs and pulled him by his face. Nanami quickly got the hint and stood in between them, facing you directly. “You are making a difference, Nanami Kento. You’re making the world a better place. Haibara and I are so proud of you.”

Nanami wept, and you wept with him. He leaned his forehead against yours, and you cried together, not sure of where his tears ended and yours began. You closed your eyes, hands still on his cheeks. 

“I’ve been such a terrible husband. Such a terrible father.”

“It will get better. Promise me you will be better.”

“I will. I promise. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s in the past now, Kento. Let’s focus on the future. Please.”

“I’ll make it better. Cross my heart, [Y/N], I will. I’ll start right damn now, by doing something I haven’t done in a long time.”

Nanami took your chin in his hand, angling you towards him. Then, he leaned forward, kissing you softly. You let out a noise of contentment and kissed him back, hands pulling his face impossibly closer. It’d been a while since he’d touched you, let alone kissed you. You missed this. You missed him. 

You kissed him with the hunger of a starved woman, and he kissed you with all the regret he had. You poured all your sorrow into this kiss, while he tried to communicate just how much he loved you. Your tongues moved in sync, and the kiss felt like home. 

When you eventually parted for air, Nanami opened his eyes, taking you in. Eyes red from the tears, cheeks puffy, lips plump and swollen. He hated seeing you in pain but thought himself deserving of torture for making you suffer this much. 

“I missed you,” he whispered, kissing your lips again, this time quicker. 

“I missed you too,” you replied with what looked like a hint of a smile. You hadn’t smiled in a while. Nanami knew this and chastised himself mentally. Never again would you suffer like him. And never again would he be the cause of your pain. 

“I’m taking the rest of the week off,” he mumbled, staring into your eyes. He’d almost forgotten how they had the loveliest of colours. In fact, they’d become his favourite shade. Waking up to those gorgeous eyes of yours had once been his greatest joy in life. He would make sure to make it a priority once again. “Damn it, I’ll take the whole month off. We’ll spend some time together. Just you, me, and Haibara. How does that sound?”

You giggled. And how lovely was the sound of your laughter.

“That sounds perfect. I’d love that very much. I think Haibara would too.” 

“Yeah? You think so?”

“I know so. He’s been missing you too much. I’m sure he’ll be delighted to spend some time with Papa.” 

“Well, I am ecstatic to spend some time with my little one. And my beautiful wife as well.” This one earned a bigger smile from you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, crashing your lips onto his with vigour. 

Nanami chuckled against your lips, and parted from you, getting up and extending his hand towards you. When you cast him a confused look, he nudged his head towards the en-suite bathroom. 

“I need to wash the day off me. Will you join me? Please?” 

And how could you refuse when he asked you so nicely?

The bath was by far the most relaxing time you’d had the past few months. You sat with your back against Nanami’s chest, and felt the tension leave your body as he lovingly massaged your shoulders and back, placing kisses along the line of your neck. 

You washed his hair, massaging his scalp and putting his hair up in all sorts of weird shapes, earning a few smiles from him. 

You kissed him with slow languid kisses, caressing his jaw, shedding a few tears of happiness, sadness, sorrow. He replied tenfold, whispering words of adoration against your lips. 

It wasn’t sexual or lustful. 

It was caring, slow, loving. It was a man showering his life with love, showing her he cared, showing her he loved and cherished her, and would never again take her for granted. 

Once you two had rinsed off and dried yourselves with towels, Nanami gently applied body lotion in your body, kissing the spots he’d covered in hydrating cream. 

“You smell nice,” he mumbled against his skin. 

He carried you to bed, lying you down and scooting over to you. How you’d missed being held by the man you loved. How you’d missed his weight next to yours, his arms around your waist, pulling you close. You turned to him, nuzzling his torso with your nose, placing your hand on top of his chest. You could feel his heartbeat and relished in it. It meant he was alive. He wasn’t dead in some ditch, all alone and away from his family. He was right there next to you, safe and sound. 

“I’m sorry for getting lost.” You heard Nanami whisper a few moments later, when the world is quiet and dark, when you two were the only souls still awake.

“You’re back now. You came back to us. Thank you for coming back.” You kissed his pectoral, and he kissed your forehead. An exchange. 

“I won’t get lost again. I promise. Not as long as I have you to guide me. You’re my light, [Y/N]. My guiding light. You and Haibara. I love you two so, so much. I would do anything for you. My family.” 

“We love you too. We’re so glad you’re back.”

“And I’m here to stay. I really am. Tomorrow’s going to be all about you two, I promise. I’m sorry I yelled. I’m sorry I said Haibara wouldn’t remember. I wasn’t thinking straight. I was tired. I know that’s not really an excuse, but I promise to make up for that behaviour.”

This is what you loved most about your husband. He was down to earth. He recognised his flaws and worked on them. Whenever he made a mistake, he made sure to apologize for it. Your arguments in the past (although small and dumb compared to today) had never gone unresolved, with calmness and willingness to listen from both parties. You could count on your husband to be the respectful diplomat.

You looked up at him. He had his brows furrowed, the way he always did when he was thinking, the way you’d seen your son do once or twice. He was the spitting image of his father.

“I know,” you said, caressing his jaw. “I’m sorry too. For yelling. For saying all those things. Saying you didn’t care about us. I know you do. You’ve been busy, but –“

“No.” Nanami interrupted you. “Don’t that. Don’t say it’s not my fault. I appreciate your apology, and I understand what you mean. But you were right. I mean, I do care.  You know I do. But I lost sight of what truly mattered.” The cadence of his voice soothed you, and your eyes got heavier as each second went by.

“I was actually going to say, ‘You’ve been busy, but that’s no excuse to brush off your family’. Oh no, Mister, you aren’t getting off the hook so easily.”

Nanami chuckled and kissed your forehead once again.

“You’d never let me, I know.”

A few silent moments went by, with only the sounds of your and Nanami’s soft breathings signalling your presence.

“[Y/N]?” It was quietly ushered, and you’d miss it if you weren’t so connected to this man.

“Yeah?” you replied, just as quietly. It was such a fragile moment. Better not to speak too loudly in order not to break it.

“I love you.”

You smiled.

“I love you too.”

He heard the smile in your voice, and it made him smile too.

“You’re the love of my life.”

“You’re the love of my life as well.”

More silence.

Followed by your husband, again.

“I love our family.”

“I love our family too.”

You snuggled closer, inhaling his scent. It was intoxicating. Musky and manly, and it made you swoon every time. Great choice in body wash – a choice made by you.

“Are you smelling me?” Nanami chuckled, his eyes too closing.

“You smell really good.” Now you were the mumbling one. Nanami had to work really hard to understand what you were saying.

Perhaps the night had run its course.

“Goodnight, my love,” he whispered, placing one last kiss on top of your head.

“Night night, ‘Nami…”

You fell asleep in your husband’s arms with a content smile, and a full heart, and Nanami refused to let you go.

He’d lost focus, been to hell and back, too afraid to let his family down.

But as he held half of his world in his arms (and lovingly thought about the other half, comfortably tucked in his crib), Nanami felt blessed. He’d gotten incredibly lucky, with an amazing woman who loved him for who he was and always made sure to remind him of that, and a son who inspired him to be a better man every day that went by.

As he thought about how wonderful his life was, Nanami smiled.

You and Haibara, his guiding lights.

He would never get lost again.

A/N: That's it! Whew!!! Well, once again, I really hope you guys liked it! I loved writing it - Nanami and angst might be my favourite combination, hahaha. Or anyone and angst. I just really like the feels. Anyway, I hope you guys have an amazing day!

[monzamash]

not in the mood — carlos sainz

carlos sainz x you (femreader) | 1.9k summary – grumpy uncle Carlos is struggling on the extended family holiday and you will do anything to shake him from his bad mood. rating – 18+ (sex, language, google translated spanish) a/n – i’ve decided to collate the sentence starters i got for each driver so that we can get a bit juicer and i can do a little more plot with the smut lol masterlist

You could tell from the moment Carlos stepped off his father’s sailboat that he wasn’t happy. It was a look you’d seen before – typically after a bad race or when the vintage car he’d been working on in his workshop wouldn’t start; infuriated and overtired, two emotions he wasn’t capable of controlling. The vein bulging on his forehead told you to keep your distance while he cooled off, leaving him alone with his own thoughts. Hopefully simmering down.

“Is tio angry at us, tia?” Little Edgar asked, tugging on your long sundress as he watched his uncle storm off towards the resort without a word.

“He’d never be mad at you, cariño…” You replied quietly and brushed the young boys curls from his face, encouraging him to go play with his siblings in the water. But the question had to be asked.

“What happened out there?”

Carlos’ father simply shrugged and threw the cooler filled with bait onto the sand beside his wife, “He gets so worked up over nothing – frustrated with me, frustrated with the little ones. Desagradecida,” He muttered under his breath.

Carlos never got upset over “nothing”. Sure, he was competitive and easily annoyed by small things, pouting to you that something wasn’t right in his mind but storming off a boat after what was supposed to be a nice afternoon with his father and nephews? That wasn’t your Carlos and you stayed silent, not agreeing with Papa on this one.

“Well whatever happened, I’m sure he’ll be over it by dinner.” You sighed, willing your words into reality for the sake of the holiday.

His mother nodded in agreement, knowing that her son was never upset for long. Thankfully she changed the subject and sent her husband on a mission to get her another cocktail from the beach bar. You took the break in conversation to return to your suite where you assumed your husband was brooding alone, probably grumbling to himself in the otherwise silent room.

And you were right. As soon as you clicked the door open, you heard it. The unintelligible Spanish that he always used when he was angry – quietly cursing whoever was coming to ruin his peace and quiet. But you didn’t care if he was annoyed by your presence; you’d been together for long enough to sense what the other needed, especially if something was upsetting them.

He would've done the same for you.

“Don’t throw a pillow at me. I come in peace,” You said, rounding the corner and surrendering your power with your hands up beside your face.

He looked exactly as you expected; propped up against the bed head, thick black rimmed reading glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose and his eyes trained on the book you’d gotten him from the market that morning. At first he ignored you, pretending to be completely immersed in the book he was reading. 

But the quick glance up in your direction was enough to make you smirk. The pout he had on his face when he breezed past you on the beach a few minutes ago was still there, shoulders tensed around his strong neck. The only difference now was that he was shirtless, gloriously tanned and looking painfully beautiful lying on the white linen sheets. You always compared him to a flawlessly chiselled statue, mouth-wateringly perfect in every way.

“You didn’t need to come at all.”

Okay, so maybe not perfect all the time.

“Well I came up because the boys were worried that they’d made you angry but I can’t imagine any scenario where that would be true…”

Carlos’ eyes snapped up to yours, his pout now a frown as he listened to your words. He felt a pang of guilt shoot to his heart as you sat down on the end of the bed, watching his brain tick over and finally realise the effect he had on the people he loved, his little carbon copies. He was Tio Carlos, after all. Their hero.

“Ay, they didn’t think I was mad at them?” He asked more as a question than a statement and you nodded – not to make him feel bad but because it was the truth. The bitter truth from the way his face dropped again, now sadder than before.

“Meirde,” Carlos mumbled under his breath, “I wasn’t angry at them – it was my father. He was shouting at them like he did to me when I was a boy… making them feel stupid so I told him to fuck off and he was not happy about that…” He trailed off, rolling his eyes with a huff.

“I’ll go down and see the boys soon but I just can’t be around him like this,” Carlos added and you understood. He was clearly fired up, fight or flight mode activated with the former winning out.

There weren’t many things that really got under Carlos’ skin but those kids meant more to him than anything. He was protective of them and seeing them being bullied like he was as a young boy triggered him – made him see red and although he was close to his father now, there was a lot of underlying problems that had never been resolved.

Obviously this was one of them but it would be a shame to let all of that pent up anger and aggression go to waste, you thought.

“Fair enough, honey,” You whispered and stood up, smoothing your long sundress out as Carlos went back to his book, “I’ll give you some space but I’m not wearing any underwear right now… Just thought you should know that.”

In true Carlos fashion, he didn’t even flinch at your words, not even a glance nor did he stop you from leaving at first. It wasn’t until your hand was gripping the door handle that you heard him yell out from the bedroom, “And where do you think you’re going then?”

His voice sounded hoarse, deep and tantalisingly sexy as you trotted back to where he was, now sprawled out on the bed and waiting for your return. The book he was seemingly so enthralled in when you left was still open but discarded as you crawled up beside it with a smirk, merely imitating the expression on his face as he watched you.

Eyes forever trained on yours, tempting you up onto his lap that he was patting. Your fingernails dragged along the exposed skin on his thighs that the short shorts weren’t covering, tanned and hairy. Strong and muscular, mind reeling from the things they could do.

Carlos was pouting when you leaned in closer to his face, telepathically sending signals for you to kiss him. It had been a rough afternoon but having you to take his mind of it well and truly made up for it. You smiled and pressed your lips to his, arms snaking around his neck as you settled onto his lap, letting the weight of the day melt into his touch.

His hands crept around your waist and naturally dropped lower to your backside that he was always mesmerised by. There was hardly ever a moment when you were alone that he wasn’t either touching it or gawking at it and you loved it. The attention, the physically touch – he had you wrapped around his finger, and him yours.

“Let your frustration out on me, baby.”

Your permission ignited something deep inside Carlos. A little spark in his eyes catching on as you pulled back and captured his stare, aroused by the darkness and the steeliness as he tugged you into his chest. He was groaning under his breath as you moved above him, stirring that feeling he couldn’t ignore and that you could feel between your thighs.

“Te quiero con todo mi corazón,” Carlos whispered as you reached up and removed the reading glasses from his beautiful face, peppering kisses all over his cheeks.

“I think you look so sexy in these but I don’t want to break them,” You confessed and he simply smirked as he lifted your hips up and pulled his shorts down, freeing himself from the tight material.

“I know you do, darling.”

You rolled your eyes and licked your palm before grasping his growing stiffness in your hand, delicately rolling your wrist to get him to where you needed him. It never took long and with all of the kissing and teasing you’d done to him all morning; Carlos was pretty much hard on sight. But you loved how big he felt in your hand and the way his eyebrows scrunched together when you gripped him a little too tight, a hiss slipping from his lips every time.

“Actually you look sexier like this,” You smiled and kissed him again as he started bunching up your dress, moaning as you continued to pleasure him, tease him. But he got you back, sliding his fingers through your slick and pushing two fingers into you without warning, jerking you forward over his shoulder.

“Oh my god!” You shouted, both hands now gripping the back of his head as he fucked you, knuckle deep and revelling in the fact that you were now on the receiving end of his pleasure.

“Shh, I can hear people in the other room, cariño,” Carlos whispered facetiously, voice taunting and secretly wanting everyone to know that he was the reason for your screams.

“Well don’t shove your fingers inside of me without warning and I would be quiet,” You snapped back before he hit that sweet spot, causing you to return to crook of his neck with a whimpering moan.

“Asshole.”

Carlos snickered at you waving your metaphorical white flag. He loved you taking control and that’s what you did once you sunk down on him, taking his thick cock all the way until you bottomed out. A low, raspy moan slipped from your throat when you felt him twitch inside you, hips snapping up in an attempt to get you to move.

“Don’t rush me, baby. You feel so fucking big… God, why do you feel so big?”

“Because I am huge,” Carlos shamelessly retorted, head titled back and watching squirming on top of him. You rolled your eyes and straightened your back; now feeling like you had a point to prove.

As you sat up, you pressed your hands to his chest, hips rolling achingly slow and taking full advantage of your position.

“Okay, with that kind of arrogance and the way you’ve been moping around all day, you’ve lost your touching rights, my love.”

You slapped his hands off your thighs and watched his eyes glaze over with lust, “Hands off.”

Carlos pouted and reached out with his grabby hands, “Ay, no, please. I have to touch you.”

There was a smirk tugging on the corners of his lips as he pleaded with you, and you could see right through his façade. Even with his unbelievably thick cock filling you to the brim, brushing against that spot deep inside you that would usually have you unravelling in a matter of seconds, you didn’t crack. Not even a little.

“Hands. Off.”

And with those stern words, Carlos simply laid back on the pillows and tucked his hands behind his head, watching as you gave him a show. He couldn’t have loved you any more than he did in that moment – for making him feel like his entire body was on fire and for remedying his bad mood.

You really were a miracle worker. And you were all his.

a//n – ayyyy, the first of the monzamash special! i'm so glad people sent in requests for carlos – he's so fun to write. the next one will either be charles or daniel so let me know if you have preference! and thank you all again for 700 followers x masterlist | askbox

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Huckleberry Hound — Avenger I

He moves in the shadows, darkness being his only companion in his path towards the light. His heroic spirit, tempered and matured through many trials, shines through even the blackest of skies. Celestial Warrior, Avenger I, descends upon the battlefield.

The town of Jellystone has driven many a mayor to an asylum. Yet Huckleberry has held the chair for a whopping three terms, with talks of a fourth looming on the horizon. At first glance, it’s easy to see why he’s popular. Coolheaded, unflappable, and possessing the classic laidback Southern charm, he’s seen as a beacon of normalcy in a town where get-rich-quick schemes and other shenanigans run rampant. Aside from a side note about him hailing from North Carolina, however, not much is known about his personal life, mostly because not many get too close. To many in town, although he is a well known public figure, he is often seen as a mysterious, steely-eyed and silent-type stranger.

And if one were to ask Huckleberry Hound, he’d be happy to hear it, because he’d prefer it if things stayed that way.

By day, he’s the untouchable, coolheaded mayor of Jellystone. By night, he is the fearsome and devastating Avenger. He appears to be a regular hound, but in reality, he is a Celestial, ethereal beings of mysterious origins with powers that have been sought after by many, and attained by few. As the name implies, Celestials are not of this Earth, but are born in the deepest parts of the galaxy. As one of the pure Celestials, he can summoned like a creature of myth, often called upon by those who have been grieved and betrayed. Huckleberry is a member of the Warrior class, and while many other Celestials surpass him in both power and combat prowess, he is not to be underestimated. As his name implies, he takes swift vengeance on wrongdoers, often in precise, yet brutal ways—and even if he loses a battle, he will give his opponent his all in combat, commanding their respect.

His umbrakinesis and his dark armor contrast heavily against his personality, which has led to several people, even his fellow Celestials, to believe that he is evil. He attacks his targets with soldier-like precision and dedication, with the goal of protecting the town he now calls home from any and all threats. This reflects his inner desire to serve, and as such, he will not raise his sword against anybody under false pretenses or without justification. He wants no praise for his actions, instead only wishing that the people who summon him are at least put at peace. As such, when his assignment is complete, his powers will lull those who summon him into deep sleep. Those who speak of Avenger afterwards can only describe his armor and demeanor—how his kindness contrasted heavily against his armor. He has an important Astral Skill, which allows him to both heal others and release their souls. In accordance with his powers, however, he will only do so if it’s the deceased’s will that they return or leave.

This was supposed to happen to Droop-a-Long Coyote, who sought immediate justice for the murder of his sister Betty, and inadvertently summoned him. One could imagine Huckleberry’s surprise when the coyote, who worked at the town hall as an intern, immediately came to him and thanked him for what he did for his little sister.

Huckleberry was so stunned that he could only utter one word:

“How?

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I started Avenger after I finished the line art for Bugs, but didn’t get around to finishing him. However, I got it done over the weekend and I absolutely LOVE how he turned out! Those fabric markers did come in handy!

You knew I had to doodle Huck again before I do the others, LOL XD. And I will do a proper profile for Droopy and the others soon. But yeah, look at him and how cool he turned out!

Next one will hopefully be Reaper. I have an idea for how to design him at long last, and I have had a hankering to draw Ricochet again, so you can expect him soon!

Enjoy!

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Hello Vi ☺️

Has anyone asked about the fake-out make-out scenario yet? I hope you have an amazing day 💛

Hi Anon! ☺️

I let your ask sit for a longgggg while, sorry anon. <3 forgive me pls.

I'm going to do Constantine today and do a different one tomorrow, etc! I'll just reblog and add :)

warning: kissing, touching, etc! (I think these are obvious but!)

uhm okay so I've never written one of these, idk if I did okay or if this wasn't 100% matching the scenario, hopefully I didn't break any rules? lol okay bye

Constantine (MC initiates)

You glance back over your shoulder, meeting Constantine's eyes as you force your feet to move. He shakes his head. "Don't stop running," he replies roughly.

You never excepted a visit to the capital to turn into a coup attempt. How did they know you were going to be here? It's only been four months since your brother abdicated and this was an unannounced outing.

You force the thoughts away and turn the corner, your footsteps pounding against the cobblestone. Up ahead, the doors to a brothel are open. You can hear the sounds of pleasure and poetry. You urge your feet forward and make for the entrance. "Follow me," you shout without looking.

Constantine's brows furrow but he does as you command. He'd follow you into a fire - a brothel isn't so different, is it?

You grab his hand as soon as he crosses the threshold, weaving you both around sweaty bodies full of intoxication and anticipation.

Once in the corner, you face each other, neither able to speak as you attempt to catch your breath. You start taking off his armor. "What are you doing?" He looks nervous as his eyes glance around, but he doesn't move to stop you.

You laugh softly, drawing his piercing blue gaze back to your face. "Your armor isn't exactly inconspicuous."

He nods. "You think they'll check in here?"

"You trust me, right?" You throw the last piece of armor behind the settee as heavy footsteps hammer their way toward the brothel.

"Of course," he says, swallowing hard.

"Good," you reply, pushing him into a seat. His eyes widen and he opens his mouth but you climb on top of him as the rebels stream through the door. There's no time to think so you crash your lips against his.

Your heart hammers in your ears. If they find you, at least you can say you went out with the feeling of his lips on yours. With the comfort of his hand in your hair, pulling you closer. Not that you care about any of that. But everyone should die in peace, right?

If this wasn't life or death, you'd almost believe he wants this. You'd almost believe you want this.

Focus, you tell yourself. Focus on the environment, not his rough lips gently caressing yours.

You can hear the lyre again and the sounds of lovers returning to their activities so you pull away. Your lungs needed air regardless. Constantine stares at you for a moment and you stare back.

"Uhm, thank you," you blurt out.

He tilts his head, "Thank...you?"

Your eyes widen and you move away, turning away to grab his armor. "For trusting me. I'm sorry for...that. I needed to get them off our trail." You take a breath, steeling your face before turning around to hand him his armor.

He takes it quickly, his face giving nothing away. "It was a brilliant plan, Your Highness."

Neither of you speaks until you reach the castle to alert the others of your escape.

[goodsirs]

@ ur tags on that excellent gifset: i got into this show for joe keery and i have every gator-related tag blacklisted because the tiktok thirst girlies are so tiring fhdvdgs. anyway if you have thoughts/theories on munch i cant stop thinking about him and wondering what the hell his deal is

hey! yeah, i really like joe and think he's doing a great job in the show, but i've also found the tags a bit overwhelming due to the influx of his fans, especially as a more longtime fargo enjoyer. i tentatively tagged gator at first on those sets and was met with just. way too many people only reblogging for him and ignoring munch, so i untagged to try and avoid some of that and added that comment as a disclaimer so ppl wouldn't think i was intentionally ignoring him/trying to be a hater lol

as for my thoughts on munch...

if you’re new to fargo, there’s always one weird supernatural element to every season (a character implied to be the devil himself in s1, ufos in s2, purgatory in s3, a family curse involving ghosts in s4), and munch is definitely that element this season. i feel like the show itself leaves it up to interpretation whether or not the audience chooses to believe munch is actually the same person/a reincarnation of the 16th century sin eater, but sam spruell takes it pretty literally and a lot of my thoughts about munch are mostly just based around what he’s said about the character. regardless of what you prefer to believe about his identity, munch is meant to represent the underclass and how they are forced to suffer because of/bear the weight of the sins of people in power, like roy

he’s presumably lived his entire life trapped in a cycle of poverty and crime, and a desire for some kind of reprieve from all of his suffering is what's led him to the old woman, irma, who sam’s described as someone who’s also experienced significant hardship and abuse throughout her life (really great insight from sam and noah hawley about that and munch in general in this article!). he said munch started staying there with the hope that the two could look after each other, but based on the next episode trailer and other big spoilers that have been shared online, that dream’s about to come crashing down big time. 😬 hopefully irma makes it out okay, but at least one minor (as of yet unintroduced) character’s dying at her house next ep and i think it’ll likely end with munch capturing gator and being the one who’s leading him around on that rope, as seen in the trailers. dot’s also heading to the tillman’s, so it’s possible their storylines will finally converge again soon

a mutual and i were just chatting about this the other day, but i would definitely love if he ends up teaming up with dot and potentially goes out with some sort of sense of peace or absolution by helping take down the tillmans. he seems really reverent whenever he refers to her as a tiger and, given the season’s theme of debt and munch’s code about honoring debt, i wouldn’t be surprised if he considers himself somewhat indebted to her for choosing to spare his life when she could have killed him at the gas station, especially with how much they lingered on her standing over him in that scene

alternatively, assuming he gets no peace/absolution, i’d also like if they at least kept the mystery around his character alive with a more ambiguous death? the show itself treats him as some sort of strange specter, implying he’s immortal with the flashback and having witt joke that the gas station cameras couldn’t have captured munch even if they had been working because he’s like a ghost. so, maybe something like him appearing to die, but upon returning to the scene later his body is missing without explanation, similar to the gas station scene, continuing to leave his true nature and his ending up to the audience’s interpretation (obvs would also love it if he vanished without being mortally wounded at all too)

that’s what I would LIKE, anyway, but you never know with fargo! my favorite character last season got sucked up into a tornado lol. there are no shots of munch in the trailers beyond the next ep, and it’s always possible he could die sooner than expected or in a much more villainous or anticlimactic way than i’m imagining! either way, he's already climbed his way to the very top of my list of fargo faves

[faelune-home]

FFXIVWrite 2023 #19: Weal

(A/n: Trying to tell myself not to do more than twin pieces in the few prompts I've been able to do this month and yet twin ideas keep coming to mind. Not that I see anything wrong with providing more cute twins or twin adjacent plots, but I just feel I should diversify a bit more. But ah well.

So how about that all important duty to the star, ey Fourchy? Is it worth the long hours and the time away from home and the secrecy? All for the wellbeing of your kiddos, ey? Lol, I rib on him but I do like the conflict and the character motivation, even if I still wanted to kick him for the end of shb/start of endw, and even now he's kinda still on thin ice.

Word count: 773)

“You’ll be glad to hear that they’re both settling well, they’re sleeping easy in their new room. All the familiar blankets must be helping of course, but it’s still good news.”

“Good, good. They weren’t comfortable with sea travel at all.” Many a night punctuated by wailing and screams, overpowering the sound of creaking floorboards and crashing waves.

“They really weren’t, poor dears. Oh but I don’t think Alphinaud likes the cold much here, he’s always terribly upset whenever we go out for walks around the city. I have him with some extra blankets in his crib for now, see if it helps.”

“I see…we should hope that it doesn’t require a chirurgeon to come in and check on him, but hopefully he’ll adjust soon.” After all, they’ll both be growing up there, in this new-old city; new for the young ones, but many many decades old, even if it had been left with a smaller population for much of that time.

“He will, I’m sure of it. But I’ll keep the household on high alert should we need a healer on short notice, just for your peace of mind,” Ameliance smiled, a small glimmer in her eye as she both teased and placated her husband. Fourchenault didn’t quite have the heart to answer with much enthusiasm.

“I envy your confidence my dear,” he sighed, a hand held to one of his temples.

“Well, I know you worry for them, but they’re stronger than you might think, even at this age. They’ve made it this far, travelling across the world after all. I think this is a sign they’ll be firm fighters when they grow up.” He didn’t want to doubt or refute her words, he’s sure they would be quite fine at this age, with all the help and comforts they could need.

But the worry festered in his mind anyway, casting images of both children only hours old, so small in his arms, the slightest jolt or noise or anything that could hurt them if he wasn’t careful.

Those words stayed trapped in his throat though, finding himself unable to douse his wife’s optimism. She was a balm to his fears.

A chime rang from the chronometer in the room.

“Oh is that the time already?” Ameliance frowned.

“I’m afraid so,” Fourchenault answered, getting to his feet. Their reunion was over so quickly and he had to return to work. They moved to the foyer by the main door, though he waved off the servant ready to open them while he turned to his wife once more.

“I do hope you’re resting. Your work may be important but you can’t work effectively on little sleep,” she said, her frown looking a touch more stern.

“I try to, Ameliance, but really, tis easier to push on and see it done quickly.” Knowing what was at stake, he had to give all he could. He wished sometimes that he could tell her why but…

“But do try harder,” she insisted, “The children would like to see you hale and whole when next you visit. You will visit again soon, yes?”

“As soon as I can. But all this work is for them just as much as it is for every Sharlayan.”

“Oh I know that, of course. But telling them is one thing, at this young of an age, would they even understand the importance of it?” Ameliance asked. When he didn’t respond, she stepped closer to him, a gentle hand upon his cheek.

“I’m not trying to challenge you darling, nor do I disagree with your work or your reasons. Just don’t forget to come home to your children. See them with your own eyes and not just as an update on another missive. If all your work is for their well being in the future, then remind yourself of what you’re working for.” He reached up to hold her hand in his own.

A cry sounded deeper in the house, a quick word from Celia allowing her to slip off and see to the noise without breaking up the pair.

Fourchenault lowered her hand to her side, but gave it a light squeeze, keeping hold of it for a moment longer.

“Very well.” They finally separated, the door opening at the nod of his head. A distant ‘Milady’ sounded further up the stairs, paired with babbling sniffs.

“Lady Alisaie wished to see you–”

It was the last thing he heard, glancing back just quickly enough to see his daughter’s teary blue eyes staring after him before the doors closed.

It wouldn’t be proper to turn back. He had work to do.

[multiversemusings]

A Meeting of Fate

Originally prompted by @bakerstreethound Pairing: Doctor Fate/Kent Nelson x MReader Rating: PG Warnings: Minor cursing Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1,500 Plot: You rush halfway across the city to get from your dingy apartment in the heart of New York City to hopefully reach your class on time. But the universe has it in for you today because you get dizzy due to having no breakfast and slam into someone on the way there. Or does it? The man follows you into the nearby cafe and returns you textbook, but there's something very familiar about him. Song Inspiration: Movement by Hozier

A/N: I wasn't planning to do one of this character so soon, but I saw the prompts that my friend gave me and hot damn, my brain put them all together was like "HELL YES. DOCTOR FATE. HERE WE GO". So, we do lol.

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"I could never define all that you are to me."

You were running way behind. More so even than usual. The phone call that you had received from your sister in Africa the previous night had taken up almost all of your night and not only had you failed to finish studying for your semi-finals, but you had also barely gotten any sleep. It wasn't very often you heard from her since she had become a member of the Peace Corp over a year ago now, so any chance you got to talk to her, you took without hesitation. You got to hear about how she was helping a group of children to read English, how the women of the village nearby were teaching her to weave baskets and that she was apparently developing a bit of a crush on one of the local translators. He was apparently quite a charmer and often brought her small gifts from the city to keep her comfortable. You wished you had been that lucky to find a man who took your breath away as easily as Ronald did for her, you informed, which had made her laugh. It was a wonderful sound to hear after being apart for so long. Unfortunately, university didn't stop just because you stayed up all night talking to basically the person who had been your true best friend since childhood. At half passed the hour you realized finally that the sun was shining down on your face through the cracks in your blinds. As you grabbed your cellphone from the bedside table, you realized you had slept through your primary alarm and your back up on top of that.

"Shit!" you cursed as you tossed your phone aside and all but leapt from your bed.

Your usual morning routine that would have normally lasted you a little over an hour went by in a blur of twenty minutes which meant cutting corners on thing. You took a very quick shower, just enough to clean your body and wash your hair, ignoring the burning of the scar that you had recently sustained on your arm from a car wreck. You opted to let your short hair dry by air rather than take a blow-dryer to it or style it, put on a nice pair of jeans, a white tank top and a button down over it which you left open. You put on your Cons that you had gotten from your mother as a reward for making it into Uni before you actually shipped off halfway across the country to New York from that hole in the wall you called a hometown in Washington. You packed all of your textbooks into your bag along with your supplies and grabbed your keys and wallet from the tablet inside the door before leaving out the door. You didn't drive due to the accident you had been in, so your usual commute involved one ride on the subway, two buses and walking a block and a half to the school. You couldn't bring yourself to get behind the wheel of a vehicle again after nearly losing your life to a drunk driver and being in a coma for over a year. So everywhere you went, you took some other mode of transportation to save yourself from having to pop four or five anxiety pills just to make it through the rest of the day. But as you got off the second bus that you rode to get across the city, you were overcome with a strong wave of dizziness and had to grab onto the nearby sign to keep from collapsing. As you closed your eyes and held your forehead to stead yourself, you felt stupid for forgetting to grab at least a couple of pieces of toast before you left the apartment.

"Great job, that's the third time this month alone you've forgotten your personal health for this damn school," you scolded yourself. You groaned as the scar on your arm burned again. Once the wave passed, you corrected your bag and opened your eyes, heading off down the road. "I'm going to have to make time to get something to eat. Collapsing on the way to class would be defeating the purpose of rushing out the door."

Thankfully, you knew this area well enough by now that you were aware of a cafe not even a block from where you were that wasn't usually busy at this house, so you decided to stop in and get something to keep you from passing out. But as you rounded the second corner, your body felt like a camera shutter and you grunted as you all but collapsed forward. Your shoulder slammed into someone and jolted you back into your body as you dropped your bag, your books scattered across the ground.

"Oh my, are you alright young man?" the stranger asked with a voice rich like an expensive fabric. He steadied you and helped you kneel down as you held your head.

"Yeah, I'm alright," you replied as you lowered your hand to look at him. He was an older gentleman, with beautiful snowy white hair and a matching goatee. His eyes were the most stunning blue that you had ever seen, like a thousand untold stories the ocean had to offer. "I'm... so sorry. I'm such a klutz."

"Nonsense, you are clearly very weak from low blood sugar judging by the way you are shaking and sweating. I am fine so do not apologize. Here, let me help you gather your things."

"Thank you." Between the two of you, all of your things were gathered and put neatly back into your bag within a moment before you put it back over your shoulder and the two of you stood up.

"Will you be okay, young man? Is there a place nearby where you can get some kind of nourishment to bring your glucose back up to normal?" he asked, the worry in his voice made a pleasant tingle run down your back as he frowned.

"Yeah, South of the Broiler Cafe is just down the way, so I'm heading there. I'm still sorry for bumping into you, sir. Thank you for helping me pick up my stuff once again. Have a good day."

You nodded your head in respect before turning and finishing your short trek to the cafe, stepping in out of the damp, cold morning. The smell of coffee and morning foods filled your sense of smell and invigorated your mind just a bit to wake you up a little more. It also succeeded in reminding you that you were hungry and that's why you were here. As you stepped into line, your mind began thinking about the handsome stranger you had just run into. He was dressed in a very nice suit and wore three very expensive looking rings on his fingers, yet he had stopped and knelt to help you pick up your things. You couldn't fathom how someone like that hadn't yelled at you for running into them, let alone how they could kneel down on the damp New York sidewalk to help you pick up your books. Your mind kept going back to his eyes, their beautiful blue color, the way that they seemed to be looking right through you- A hand tapped your shoulder gently, so you turned to look over your shoulder and - as if your thoughts had summoned him to you - found the man whom you were just thinking of standing before you. He gave you a kind smile and you couldn't deny that your face grew about three degrees warmer than the air around you, and it had absolutely nothing to do with exhaustion.

"I believe you forgot one," the man informed you with a slight chuckle. When you looked at his hand, he was holding out your textbook Chemistry in Quantitative Language.

"Oh god, I didn't even see this one," you replied as you took it from him carefully. Your eyes met his blue ones, and again, he gave you that same look that made you feel like he was looking right through you. "Uhm… Can I buy you a coffee, sir? To make up for bumping into you in my airheaded rush and for returning my textbook."

"I think I would quite like that, indeed, Anpu," he replied, and you looked taken aback by the use of your nickname that very few knew. "Apologies, I did not mean to startle you."

"Who…are you?" You knew there was something important about this man because the scar on your arm hadn't been burning since you made contact with him on the sidewalk.

The man extended his hand to you, his smile never wavering even as it took you a moment to accept it.

"My name is Kent Nelson, and I have been watching you for a very long time, my friend." He brought your hand to his lips; his well-kept goatee brushed the sensitive skin of your knuckles and goosebumps erupted all across your skin as you lost your breath. He stood up right again and his eyes sparkled with a light only worthy of a romance novel. "And it is fate we have met here today."

[ao3gobi17]

Sorry for the confusion, English is not my first language and I was writing this half asleep. I meant if Paz's real killer was found and it was proven to the court that he was responsible for Paz's death,not Quaritch. I think Quaritch would then demand acquittal and custody, right? So he would have to lean out to be ready for the reopening of the case, and let's assume that Spider was then intercepted by the police.

**Further addition ^^** I think I explained it wrong again 💀 simply if Quaritch had found the killer while Spider was being held by him and deja blue (let's assume it would have been before Matthew showed up)

Ahhh sorry I think it was my bad in the first place! I'm pretty sure I gotcha now. So if Quaritch uncovers something definitive (lets say the CCTV wasn't destroyed and he finds it and it clearly shows Peter Ellis kill Paz as an example) - he's going to be able to get the murder charge overturned for sure. However it would still take time to go through the legal process - like he couldn't email it into the police and have them email back and say 'okay cool you're acquitted' or something. But let's say Quaritch is effectively cleared from Paz's death and has not been recaptured. I think that's the scenario you're thinking about.

He would absolutely want to be acquitted and get custody of Spider. But he would still have to answer for the kidnappings (even pre-Matthew there's three of those) and the aftermath of the jailbreak out (even if he wasn't 'directly' guilty for the victims there) and maybe even the Peter Ellis 4 ex-RDA who got killed if they can link him to that. Those are all processes within themselves. Even if the years served were allowed to count for any sentences here (let's assume he doesn't just get convicted of murder again lol) I don't think anyone would be looking to return Spider's custody to him.

For one - Spider at this point wouldn't want it. And while seven year old Spider was actively being raised by Q, sixteen year old Spider hasn't been, so there's not really a 'best interests' factor here in that respect and also they'd very much take a sixteen year old's opinion into view. For two - if Q has been kidnapping kids and especially Spider, even if sentence is retrospectively served (I don't know if that's what would happen!) I doubt any of the authorities are going to want to hand Spider back over to him. If anything they'd want Spider to end up back with McCoskers and if that happened he would plan to go to college as early as possible if the McCoskers were willing to support him (and thereby get out of their hair as soon as he could, which is kind of what he was going to do in the first place.)

If Q was free because he'd been acquitted/pre-served his sentences and Spider was with the McCoskers... he's only gonna grab Spider again, so there might a court order put in place, but again, he'll just ignore it, eep.

I feel like if he held Spider and refused to show up for the acquittal stuff/other sentencing nothing much would change other than Spider's peace of mind over Q def not being Paz's killer.

Hopefully that was the right answer this time but please let me know if it wasn't!! <3

[auroralix]

✩ fairly odd christmas - part 3 ✩

read parts one and two here!

pairing: you know the drill, this is still chanlix

summary: single and lonely on christmas, felix makes an offhand wish to have someone to love. the man who appears in his kitchen the next morning to make that wish come true is the last thing he expects.

song: fictional ~ khloe rose

word count for this section: 3.1k

warnings: this is so SO sappy, they’re so in love this is so cliche silly goofy, um chan makes a joke about burning the house down, chan also sleeps in his underwear (this fic is true to life) i’m sorry for the sappy cringe (not really) < 33

small a/n: part 3 is here! this is a bit shorter than the other parts which oops ?? but hopefully you guys like it (: this is also currently unedited but that will be fixed later lol

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Things were different after that. And Felix had never been happier.

After that first kiss, he and Chan had grown only closer. Their feelings were out in the open and the awkwardness from before had been completely forgotten in the past.

As Christmas crept closer, Felix and Chan spent all the time together that they could. They’d gone on a couple more dates, but to Felix, the most mundane things now felt like special dates when he was with Chan. They could go grocery shopping at the store and even that could be turned into a remarkable trip. It wasn’t that they really did anything amazing, but their time together, just wandering through the isles and talking about everything and nothing at the same time, made it all worth it.

Felix always hurried home from work, excited to spend more quality time with Chan.

Tonight, he was trying to make it back to his apartment especially quickly as Chan had told him he had something planned that evening when Felix finished work. The weather was getting colder, it hadn’t snowed yet, but Felix kept up hope that he could share a beautiful white Christmas with his Christmas fairy.

His Christmas fairy.

When Felix pushed the door to his apartment open, Chan was there immediately, fussing over him and trying to get him warmed up as fast as possible. But not without smothering him in a series of rapid fire kisses first. Felix adored Chan’s kisses, they never failed to make him feel warm fuzzies inside and he feared he’d never get his fill of them.

“How was your day?” Chan asked, backing up to let Felix shrug off his coat and shoes in peace.

Felix shrugged, nearly tripping over one shoe while trying to hang up his coat by the door. “It was work, I guess. I spent most of today thinking about these plans you have for us and what they could be.”

“You’ll see soon enough.” Chan’s face was alight, and Felix noticed he was practically vibrating with excitement. “Get settled and we can get started in a little.”

Raising an eyebrow, Felix laughed at how hard Chan was trying to stay still. “Are you sure you can wait that long, Channie?”

To that, his fairy just pushed him toward his bedroom, prompting Felix to get changed out of his stuffy work clothes. “I can wait, but not forever!”

Several minutes passed before Felix emerged again, this time in much comfier clothes than his work outfits. He was just a little surprised to be immediately met with the sight of Chan upside down on the couch, feet wiggling as he eagerly awaited Felix’s return.

As soon as he noticed Felix in the doorway, Chan poofed out of existence and reappeared in front of Felix, leaving a cloud of shimmering sparkles in his wake.

“Come on!” He grabbed Felix’s hand and all but dragged him to the kitchen. Laughing, Felix just followed, at the mercy of the spirit that would always be miles stronger than him.

“So, what are we doing?” Felix asked when Chan stopped in the middle of the kitchen. He looked around for clues but nothing seemed out of the ordinary, everything was still undisturbed in its place.

“You’ll seeee~” Chan replied in a cute little sing-song voice as he flitted around the kitchen, grabbing different ingredients and bowls and setting them all on the counter. He gestured to them proudly when he was done, wide grin plastered across his face. “Ta-da!”

Felix liked to consider himself at least mildly skilled in the kitchen, yet at that moment, he had absolutely no idea what was going through Chan’s head with those ingredients. At first he thought it was for bread, but there were no eggs, and then he thought Chan wanted to make cookies, but was missing the chocolate chips.

“It looks… great? Um, what- what is it, Channie?” Felix was trying, he really was, but he was struggling hard trying to figure out Chan’s grand plan.

“The ingredients for pizza dough!” He announced proudly. “I thought we could make our own pizzas and watch those old timey Christmas specials together!”

Suddenly, all the ingredients clicked and Felix felt just a little stupid for not seeing it before. He smiled at Chan’s enthusiasm, forever endeared by how happy the simplest things made the spirit.

“That sounds great! I hope you know how to make pizza dough, because I don’t really,” Felix admitted sheepishly.

Chan just laughed. “Pizza dough is easy, I’ll show you.”

“Of course you know how to make that, too. Is there anything you don’t know how to make?” Felix rolled his eyes fondly. “You know what? I don’t wanna know.”

“You learn a lot being a Christmas spirit floating through the world every year,” was all Chan said, giving Felix a mysterious smile.

Chan showed Felix how to make the pizza dough, with only minimal flour spilling, much to both their surprise. Felix still managed to end up with flour in his hair and on Chan’s shirt, both of them laughing when the white powder flew into the air as they started mixing everything together.

Before long, they’d mixed together the dough, rolling it into circles to load with topping and putting the pizzas into the oven.

“Now we just need to wait for them to cook and we can eat.” Chan grabbed Felix’s hand, once again dragging him back into the living room. “I wanna wait until we start eating to start the Christmas specials, so I thought we could do this instead.”

He reached for the tv remote before turning back to Felix. “Close your eyes.”

“Okay…?” Felix did as told and shut his eyes. “You better not murder me, I’ll haunt you in the spirit world.”

He heard Chan huff out a laugh. “You would, too,” and then a minute later, “You can open your eyes.”

Truly, Felix didn’t know what to expect when he opened his eyes, but he knew his Christmas fairy had a way of surprising him. He blinked a couple times before the sound of Christmas music playing on the tv floated into his ears. Felix just looked at Chan’s grinning face in confusion. “The surprise is Christmas music?”

Chan shook his head, reaching out to take Felix’s hand. “Nope, this is.”

Without another word, Chan tugged him closer, holding onto both hands as he tentatively pulled Felix around in a circle. Felix couldn’t help but giggle just a little. “Dancing? Channie, I can’t dance.”

Chan shrugged, swinging their joined hands between them. “Neither can I, we’ll look silly together, yeah?”

Felix shook his head, rolling his eyes fondly. He was so weak for everything his Christmas fairy did, all he had to do was flash that pretty smile and Felix was crumbling to his knees to keep that expression where it was.

“Okay, fine, but don’t get mad if I step on your feet.”

“I’d never be mad at you.” Once again, the smile Chan sent his way was blinding, and Felix was positive he could light up any and every room he walked into.

Without a moment to prepare, Chan was letting go of one of his hands and sending him into a twirl. It was a small wonder to Felix that he didn’t fall flat on his face as he spun and scrambled to find Chan’s other hand for balance. Chan was there to steady him, a welcoming force when Felix accidentally bumped into his chest and knocked a laugh out of both of them.

“Careful, there,” Chan giggled, wrapping an arm around Felix’s back for a second and using it as an excuse to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.

“Hey, dancing was your idea!” Felix quipped back, no real bite behind his words. He leaned into Chan’s touch for balance before spinning away again, thankfully not tripping over his own feet this time.

Keeping a hold on one of Felix’s hands, Chan ducked and spun under his arm once, still all smiley and happy with himself. Felix just laughed at his fairy’s antics, pulling on his arm to ensure Chan didn’t send them both toppling with the force of his turn.

They spun around, holding hands and laughing breathlessly, the music in the background serving as the perfect soundtrack for their antics. Their dancing was less actual dancing, and more uncoordinated movements and teetering spins and Felix was sure this was the happiest he’d been. He looked at Chan, whose hair was a mess of curls, the black sweater he wore askew to reveal collarbones and the top of one of his shoulders. The smile that graced his face was blinding and once again, Felix was reminded that he’d never seen anyone as beautiful as Chan.

Felix never wanted to lose the brightness of that smile from his life.

The songs changed, turning into the slower melody of a Christmas hymn one might hear at a church service on Christmas Eve. Felix spun again, twirling himself right into Chan’s waiting arms. Chan caught him easily and gently placed his hands on Felix’s waist, prompting Felix to rest his hands on either of Chan’s broad shoulders.

Felix was slightly out of breath, unable to keep the smile from his face as he gazed at Chan. “Hi.”

“Hi there.” Chan’s face matched his own, looking forever enamored with his human. Slowly, he swayed to the music, Felix following along with the light motions.

“Thank you.” Felix’s voice was quiet, like he was sharing a secret that was only for him, Chan, and the otherwise empty apartment to hear.

Chan’s eyebrows furrowed and tilted his head to the side. “For what?”

“Everything,” Felix replied, all too aware of the way Chan’s thumbs gently and absentmindedly brushed across his hips. “You- you’re everything I wished for, everything I could’ve ever wished for.”

Dimples deepening, that beautiful smile found its way back onto Chan’s face, replacing the confusion that had just been there. “Of course, I couldn’t let the prettiest human I’d ever seen go through life always getting his heart broken. You never deserved that.”

Felix leaned in closer to Chan, just slightly. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

He didn’t miss the way Chan’s face started flushing slowly, creeping up his neck and across his face. “I wonder the same thing every time I see you.”

Before he could say something stupid—like “I love you”—and ruin the moment, Felix laced his fingers at the back of Chan’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. The hands at his waist tightened immediately as his fairy kissed him back with no hesitation.

Kissing Chan never got old. After that first one, kisses became regular occurrences between them and the more they kissed, the more sure Felix became that he’d never want to kiss another person as long as he lived. His fairy’s lips were plush, always fitting perfectly against Felix’s own and how Chan held his face or waist in his large hands as if he was fragile glass made Felix feel secure in a way that nothing else could.

He loved Chan’s kisses. He loved Chan. It scared him, probably not as much as it should have, just how quickly he fell for the spirit. He approached this love as he always did, feet first and nary a thought about the consequences of his feelings.

Much too quickly, Chan was pulling away, an apologetic expression on his face. It took Felix a second too long to realize why; the timer over the oven was beeping incessantly.

“As much as I’d love to just keep kissing you, I don’t want to be the reason the building burns down.” Chan placed a tiny kiss to the tip of Felix’s nose before leaving him to take care of the pizzas. Felix just stayed where he was, a lovesick smile on his face as he watched his fairy shuffling around in the kitchen.

He could get used to this. He could get used to this kind of forever, if he let himself think that far ahead. He was already in so deep, he wasn’t sure if there was any coming back from it.

Chan came back into the room, two plates in hand and his ever-present smile on his face. He handed one to Felix, pressing a kiss onto his cheek in passing. “Come on, let’s go sit down.”

“Thank you, baby.” The words slipped out of his mouth before Felix even realized he was speaking. He turned toward Chan, who was looking up at him from the couch with wide eyes, his face a matching shade of red to Felix’s own.

“Channie” and “Lix” were one thing, but “baby” was an entirely different title. Felix wasn’t even sure he was moving until he was sitting on the couch next to Chan, a sheepish look on his face. “I- um, was- was that okay?”

Chan just let out a soft, choked noise in reply and gave Felix a feeble thumbs up. Felix nodded slowly, shy smile stretching across his lips.

“Okay… baby.”

There was that choked noise again as Chan tried not to accidentally inhale the pizza he was swallowing. He coughed a couple times before giving Felix a dirty look that held no true weight. “Sometimes I think you’re trying to kill me.”

Felix scoffed, lightly nudging his shoulder against Chan’s. “I would never, baby.”

“Shut up and eat your pizza before I eat it for you,” Chan grumbled, trying to hide the fact his face was still red under a lighthearted scowl.

Felix leaned over and planted a kiss on Chan’s cheek, smiling mischievously. “Okay, baby.” He barely ducked the pillow that came flying at his face moments later.

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It was later than night that Chan got his revenge on Felix.

In hindsight, he really should’ve seen it coming when Chan bounded into their bedroom, launching himself at Felix, who was sitting on the bed and minding his own business while he scrolled through TikTok.

“Oof!” Felix let out a groan as Chan knocked him back into the pillows behind him. “Hi to you too, Channie.”

Chan had him trapped under his body weight, laying on top of Felix and definitely not squishing him at all.

“Channie, get offffff~” he whined, pushing at Chan’s shoulders weakly. “What do you waaaaaant~?”

“Oh nothing,” Chan responded, sounding not sincere at all, his tone giving way to the mischief Felix is now all too used to hearing. He rolled off Felix to lay next to him, smiling innocently the whole time.

“See, you say that, but why do I not believe it at all?” Felix raised an eyebrow and fixed Chan with a scrutinizing gaze.

His Christmas fairy shrugged, scooting closer to Felix and tucking his head against his shoulder. “I dunno, maybe just it’s a you problem, my love.”

And there it was. He should’ve seen it coming, really, and yet, Felix still found himself sputtering and trying not to choke on his own spit.

“I-I’m sorry, your what?!”

“You heard me~” Chan spoke in a soft sing-song voice, sounding all too proud of himself. “Or maybe you didn’t, maybe you have a hearing problem, my love~”

Felix could feel the way Chan was trying not to vibrate out of his skin with happiness at getting him back for earlier that night. He couldn’t help the fond smile that inched its way onto his face, rolling his eyes at his fairy’s behavior. “Oh really? Maybe I do have a hearing problem and maybe you should repeat yourself so I can hear you better.”

The little giggle Chan let out after that was completely devastating to Felix’s heart, there was no way he’d ever be able to move on from that sound.

“I guess I’ll just have to keep reminding you then… my love~” Chan pulled away from his hiding spot at Felix’s neck to give him the biggest smile Felix had ever seen, his eyes crinkling into crescents.

Unable to contain himself anymore, Felix rolled over, pushing Chan onto his back and climbing on top of him. With his legs on either side of Chan’s hips and his hands on either side of his head, Felix leaned down, peppering feather-light kisses all over his face and across his cheeks.

He was more than delighted to hear the symphony of giddy giggles he pulled from his fairy’s lips and feel the warmth of his palms on Felix’s waist as he covered every inch of his face in kisses. This was all he ever needed, everything he dreamt of having with his past partners. The most freeing love, one filled with laughter and one where things flowed easily, not burdened down by unrealistic expectations between them.

Felix had been waiting for the right moment to give a voice to his truest feelings and as he laid kisses on his fairy’s skin and basked in the warmth of his laughter, the three unspoken words didn’t seem so daunting. He trusted Chan, knew he’d never hurt him purposefully. He’d proven himself time and time again in the weeks that had passed since that first meeting.

Chan had been right there every step of the way and matched the energy that so many others found stifling. For the first time in his life, Felix wasn’t scared of being left behind because of his overwhelming love.

“I love you.”

The words were murmured, tumbling from his lips and right into Chan’s ears. There was a split second where Chan froze underneath him and Felix felt that familiar fear trying to climb its way up his spine. Then those strong arms Felix had grown to find such safety in wound their way around his back, pulling him down against Chan’s chest and gently holding him there.

“Oh, my Felix… I love you too.” Chan’s voice was soothing to Felix, chasing away the fear of rejection that had tried to plant itself in his heart. “I always have.”

Closing his eyes, Felix let himself relax into the arms of his Christmas fairy and released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Really?”

Chan hummed in affirmation, his chest rumbling lightly against Felix’s cheek. “Of course. I- I first heard your call for someone to love and when I saw you I just- I fell. You’re the prettiest person I’ve ever met, inside and out, my love.”

Felix couldn’t stop his own giddy giggle that bubbled into his throat. “You really are everything I ever wanted.”

“As are you, Lix.” Felix’s smile stretched ever wider when Chan pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

For once, Felix didn’t have to be afraid. For once, he had everything he wished for.

[lightlycareless]

hiiii !!! Thank you for the new chapter !! 💜💜 I Love that Naoaki and yn still continued their friendship . I was afraid that they wouldn’t reconcile and that was her last friend in the house so I was scared LOLOL . Thank goodness that they spoke about it and they still see eachother .

Also props to yn for sticking up for that guy 🙏🙏 regardless of how badly she gets treated it’s good to see her stick up for people especially since she knows what it feels like to be treated so nasty in that place,

THE ENDING THO?!? My girl is finally gonna be reunited with the babies😢😢💟 hopefully it’s not a sour moment bc they’re afraid of her bc of the last time they saw eachother 😭 I’d understand if it is tho. It’ll prob take a lil for them to warm back up .

Now I’m just afraid that naoya might know she’s been around Naoaki . I mean ; he might not know but part of me feels like he’s been hearing stuff from his little helper 😭 hopefully he’s just focusing on his exam so my girl yn Can be in peace 😭😭💟 if not idk what she OR Naoaki gonna do. Especially with that “adulterer” comment the brother made😭😭 naoya is gonna be furious 👺

Anyways such a good update !! Thank you so much . Hope your week goes well and I’ll wait for the next !! 😊😊 - 👾

Hello 👾 anon!!! I'm always happy to see your asks 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ thank you for coming back every update, I greatly appreciate it 🥰

I was afraid as well!! Although not that much, since Naoaki is someone who can detect when there's something going on, you know? As well as being aware enough that his background is something that not many will process easily, so in between his sad story, her sudden "sickness" and Mariya's duties, he understood that maybe it was best to let her rest a bit.

That doesn't mean he wasn't sad about it lol but he tried his best to be as understanding as possible.

Y/N on the other hand was freaking out, and within reason. She's so... hurt by the fact that she was abandoned by everyone (her family, her staff, and the friends she's somewhat managed to make inside the estate) it's like her mind is always working against her and that hurts me 😭 But it's all good now :3 they just needed to talk about it. In a way, there really was no reason for them to stop being friends (at least for me) BECAUSE LETS BE REAL Naoaki is deserving of second chances (although he did nothing wrong) unlike ummm idk this bastard Naoya.

And yes!! Props to Y/N 😤 it was a way to show her that she's starting to understand her surroundings a bit more (although she doesn't seem to like Mariya that much hahahaha but we'll deal with that later :3) and I'm glad that the servants (or some of them) took a notice of it. Guess we shall see what happens next chapter 🫢

MAI AND MAKI ARE FINALLY BACK IM CRYING I MISSED THEM SO MUCH BUT WE'LL SEE THE DETAILS OF THEIR RETURN NEXT CHAPTER HAHAHAAAAA I'm glad you're excited for it too!!!!! It was a lose end i needed to deal with 😤

Lastly...Naoya is coming back on 2 chapters hahahahahaha all I can say is that he hasn't seen his wife in a long time 😳 (i fear for her)

Anyways, thank you so much dear 👾 anon 🥺❤️ I'm always looking forward to your feedback, and how accurate you are!! I'm glad what I'm trying to convey is coming through my words 😭 that's like my biggest fear when writing (since I don't have much experience 🥹) but you give me the reassurance I need 🥰 thank you so much. (I hope I'm not bothering you with this, I'm just very grateful 🥲)

I hope you have a wonderful week! Take care, and see you soon 🥰❤️❤️❤️

[dembenchboys]

okay so I had to write short stories for my class and I want to share so here lol

Our Apartment 

There are many things that most people remember. But there are also many things that most people forget. 

We remember the hurtful words and the silly, meaningless fights. But we almost always forget the laughter, the smiles, and the simplest intimate touches until they’re thrown right back in our face in the most hurtful way. 

Your apartment 

Two words that shouldn't hurt as much as they do. Three weeks ago, you would have corrected anyone that referred to it as yours, but now that's exactly what it is. 

And while packing those boxes, you are reminded of how much it really isn't your apartment but instead, still our apartment. 

You think back to the years ago when you carried my boxes in with sweat dripping down your back and the biggest smile on your face. You think back to the argument over how we should decorate the big living room wall that, in the end, ended up with way too many photographs over the years anyway. 

And now, taking those same pictures down, it's like the things most people forget are staring you right in the face. It feels like there is a black hole right where your heart should be. 

You can see traces of our life together all throughout your apartment. You see, my favourite throw blanket, our matching mugs, and the collection of books that were gifts are sitting on our laps. 

You pause. 

And you put most of them in their respective boxes quickly and try to move past them in the same way that you try to move on. But later, when you return with my wedding band in hand and whisper, "I hope you're doing well up there, love," as you place the last picture in the box. 

I want you to know that I am, and you'll see me soon enough. So when I watched you walk out that door for the final time, I also whispered, “until we meet again.” 

Missed call

I had been asleep. 

I had been in bed, dead asleep with dreams, for hours when I heard the distant vibrating of my phone. The first call wasn't enough to wake me up. The second almost shook me from my dreaming state, but it wasn't until the third that my mind finally played catch up with my ears and I was suddenly awoken. 

I had three missed phone calls, all from my best friend. 

My stomach fell in that instant, but my heart rate started to rise. Like a bird given to fly off the wire. My mind was dancing so quickly with thoughts that I couldn't keep a single thought straight. 

I quickly reached for my phone to try to call her back, but the only voice I was getting was the automated one that I would forever hear trying to call her again, saying “hey! I missed this call being the life of the party. I would say try again another time, but I likey won't answer then either. 

I frantically tried to get dressed even though I knew in my gut that I was too late no matter what. First came the underwear, then the baggy old sweatpants I had on the day before, and the scratchy shirt you had given me the Christmas before. 

The next thing I remember was being in my car, staring at the moonlight, knowing that it was the only peace I would have from the night time for a long while. 

I remember pulling up to your apartment and throwing open the door so quickly that I thought I had broken it right off the hinges. And I'm not sure why I was expecting you to be fast asleep in bed when I knew deep down that I would never see you again. Maybe I was hoping that all of this was just a horrible, horrible dream,  

But when I saw the letter with your messy but adorable chicken scratch sitting on the coffee table, I knew that this was no dream. This was my worst nightmare come to life. And I knew there was no mistaking this from reality when the first line of the letter read, “I am so sorry.” 

But what you don't know is that I am so sorry for missing your lifeline call. Hopefully, we will see each other again.

Ms. No Name 

She was next to him in bed, her back exposed to the soft morning sunlight that was peeking in through the floor panel windows. That's the sight Tyler was hoping to see when he turned over in bed. 

He was hoping to ask her if this would happen again and to ask if this was enough for her to love him. But he doesn't say anything because there's no one to say anything to, so he just closes his eyes and remembers last night. 

He closes his eyes and remembers the party. He remembers all the people he met at the party, and he especially remembers her. 

Tyler felt the heat from everyone's bodies being so close together. He felt the heat on his face and wondered if it was because he was so close to the strangers or because he saw Emma from across the room.

Emma was dressed in a way that drew your attention no matter what you were doing before. It was the brightest blue dress, the kind that drew all the light out of the room and radiated it back out, brighter than before.

Even though Tyler felt his legs moving towards her before he even realised what he was doing, it was all okay with him since his legs were bringing him right to the pretty girl. 

Tyler remembers the dancing on the balcony and the simple but rushed kisses that led to her staying the night in his bed.

Unfortunately, Tyler had no idea Emma had a loving family at home, and she had to sneak home to see them shortly after he fell asleep.

However, all Tyler could think about was how he didn't get the gorgeous brunette's name, and he knew the longing and sadness in his heart wouldn't go away anytime soon.

[plusreaderswhenever]

Elfilin + Reader (plus = platonic)

It was a crisp morning in waddle dee town. Birds were singing, pop flowers were blooming, on days like these, sweethearts like Elfilin should be out making new friends.

Said ultimate life form was currently at the cafe, enjoying a scrumptious kirby burger. Then you showed up at that same cafe and sat down next to him. 

Elfilin looked up and paled slightly, you were human like the captors of his original form! But he, the compassionate soul, always wanted to make peace with your kind. 

He had already met Adeline, who was very kind and didn’t do any testing, and he loved the waddle dees, who (in the author’s headcanon) were transformed humans. But you weren’t a waddle dee, and you were an adult, unlike Adeline but like the scientists at lab discovera, so he got a little scared anyway. Making it a little worse was the closed-off, scary look you had that he knew was probably just your default face.

You were still eating your car-kirby cake and hadn’t really noticed him yet, but he wanted to talk to you - partly to soothe his own fears - so he asked how your cake was.

You looked up and the ominous expression you had vanished into something much more calm and smiley as you replied to him, “Oh it’s pretty good, thanks for asking.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. You then went back to your treat though, so later he’d tell Kirby about you because he would probably know who you were, being much more social than him - and considering your species was supposed to be extinct except for Adeline, everyone would have to know about you by now.

When he got home to Kirby’s house in waddle dee town, he quickly asked, “Do you know about the human who was just at the cafe earlier? I didn’t know anyone came to the town recently.” 

“Oh, that must’ve been y/n! I found them asleep on the ground outside last night while I was looking for a place to go stargazing, then they woke up and got a little freaked out. We talked for a bit and they told me they were sleeping in bed just a second ago and didn’t know where they were. So I told them about this place. They seemed sad and scared about not knowing how to get home though, so I told them about the cafe, where they slept for the rest of the night. Don’t worry, I left a note explaining who they were to cafe waddle dee.” Kirby answered his question, excited for one of his friends to meet another one of his friends.

Knowing Kirby was trusting of you let Elfilin relax. (he doesn’t know about Marx and Magolor lol)

Kirby realized something. “Hey! I should go check on them! I’ve gotta make sure they’re okay after last night. Wanna come with?” He reached his nub to Elfilin, waiting for him to take it. Elfilin, the ever-compassionate soul, took the nub and in no time at all, they were off to the cafe.

You were staring through a window at the cafe, studying the landscape and noting how different it was from Earth. The shock of waking up in a new world still hadn’t left. Would it ever? Hopefully you could return soon… maybe the next time you fell asleep? You did arrive in your sleep after all.

You were starting to cry, thinking about the probable possibility you would never see your loved ones again. When you asked that pink puff, Kirby, he seemed sure that you’d find a way back quickly. He could’ve been white lying though! What if he was?! You sniffled and sobbed, still turned away from the rest of the cafe. You could hear the waddle dee in charge of this establishment say “Wanya…” sadly at your predicament.

Up at the counter where that dee was seated, Kirby and Elfilin arrived. Kirby asked them where you were, and they pointed to you, curled up near the window in the back. The pink hero and his teal sidekick gasped at how sad you looked and rushed over immediately. You turned to them slowly, bearing a tear-streaked, somewhat angry face. Not mad at them, of course.

“Hey, we’re worried about you.” Kirby said with a sad expression. “Wanna come to our house? We can play board games.” Elfilin continued, patting your back.

Later that day, all three of you were napping at Kirby’s house. You’d find a way home someday, you were sure of it! For now though, this was more than fine~

[livingasaghost]

haven't written one of these in a long time but it feels like i should

i'm trying not to be too optimistic because we have a long road ahead of us but i opened up my manuscript last week for the first time in like....a year? it's been quietly sitting on my hard drive while i've worked through a million different crises the last few years and even though i haven't done more than reread it, i felt the Itch. a lot of that comes down to tour starting and feeling inspired by taylor once again (thank god for that woman) but it's something.

i found another indie author on instagram today that kind of gave me that feeling i felt when i found olivie blake (hi olive <3) a few years ago — that sometimes it's okay to just be an indie author and traditional publishing doesn't have to be the be all end all. and like yeah, i'd love to get picked up by traditional publishing and a cool agent, but so much of my fear about editing is That. that i'm not good enough, that i AM good enough and then i have to keep writing after this book is done, that there will be more work in this that just another edit.

i was so driven for most of 2020 and 2021 and then my entire life got ripped apart and remixed and only now two years later do i finally feel like i'm stepping back into myself. i started therapy again and in preparation for that i was reflecting on all the shit that's happened in the last two years and there was a comment i made to myself about how meeting EJ gave me the space to become my own person again post-lockdown and for a long time i thought that meant a New me that wasn't at all like the old me...i thought that i was giving up the old pieces of myself because they no longer fit or they hurt too much or i didn't know how to be who i used to be...but in the last month or so i really feel like i'm returning to the old me (taylor fan, reader, writer, TV binger, artist) while also honoring the new me (climber, cook, emotionally stable lol). i can't explain it but the old light that died in me at the coffeeshop is coming back stronger now.

and now that i'm (hopefully) moving (!!!!!!!) into my own place (AFJHSDK) i think i'm another step closer to that version of myself i've been chasing. which is to say, i'm having grace with myself and remembering all the old things i used to love doing and i feel like very very soon i will be in a safe space where i can finally explore who i'm meant to be. and while i'm terrified of living alone (for the financial reasons obviously) i also have to remember all the benefits of that terrifying prospect. that i'll have the space to be myself. and that peace will lead me to so many wonderful places i don't even know yet.

i'm still not sure when the writing will return to me...in rereading my manuscript i feel like i spend half the time going "NO NOTES!" and the other half going "this is the most cringe, most terrible writing i've ever seen fix all of it please!" it's intimidating and i'm no longer confident in myself like i once was, but now that i feel like i have no deadline and i'm sinking into the idea of a self-published book i'm a little more at peace with it. like i feel like when i do get back to it and start sitting in coffeeshops on the weekends, i will have the space to fully explore this story one more time and put the new pieces of myself inside it.

it's weird because another reason i was so scared of this story is that when i was last editing it i was deep in the trenches of 2021. i intertwined so many people and experiences from that season of my life into the manuscript and it almost feels like i'm just reading about ghosts now. but it's also the ghosts of lockdown and the ghosts of my early twenties and the ghosts of rep tour and the ghosts of all the people i hoped i'd be by now. it's a book about a 21 year old but somehow at 27 this story is more relatable to me than it has ever been before. i am writing my own story that doesn't have a happy ending yet and i think since i don't have the answers it feels like i can't explore that on the page. if i can't offer hope or the promise of a happy ending then does that story deserve to be told? (yes)

i thought i had given up on books and then something changed (as it always does) and i found my way back. i always do. and i always find my way back to writing too. it's just so hard to see life as a string of seasons and cycles when it feels like every second is the start and the end. there is space to grow and change and come back and return and revisit and leave things behind. there is enough time. and sometimes your time is best spent falling back in love with your life. i've spent the past few weekends feeling a little useless - sitting around, resting, not doing much of anything - and even though i can't keep doing that forever, i has forced me to get back in touch with what i want and who i am. sitting in my room with all my books and my cameras and my cool decor centers me, it gives me a reason to keep on living.

i truly don't know where i'm going this year. i have some ideas, some hopes and dreams, but i have resigned myself to "fixing" my every day. to focus on where i am, to make my day to day better and spend less time traveling. and while that would've scared me a few years ago before a global pandemic, i think now it's like a promise to myself. a promise that i am worth investing in and that i can get better and that even if i don't get better, right now is good enough. i had so many dreams for this time of my life that didn't come true and for a while i grieving them pretty hard. and then i set myself free from those dreams and i thought i'd never see them again...but that's not true at all is it? the things that love us, the things that we love never truly leave us after all, they always come back.

also i finally had a vision for the WIP book cover and even though it might change if i ever hit that point...it gave me a little push that sounded like "keep going" <3

[my-1heart]

Comfort me, will you?

Characters: Diluc and the reader <3

Reader: Gender-neutral! (I did my best to use only they/them pronouns and non-gendered terms only)

Others: Zhongli Childe Kaeya

Word count: 989 words (wowy)

Notes: self-indulgent, very. I just needed to write smth to warm my heart a bit lol- Also, it’s in third person pov and like super long whoops (not proofread!!)

More in “Keep Reading”

POV: he finds you crying and after examining your face for a little, he concludes you’ve been crying for a good bit.

✦ Diluc

- he doesn’t know whether to hug you or get you a change of warm clothes

- gently grabs your hand and squeezes occasionally

- as much as seeing you cry pains him, he rather you cry it out than keep it in

- afterward, he gets you into something warm cause no one wants you getting sick from your tear-soaked clothes

- if you want to, he’ll sit on the bed with you and just hold you as you talk

- he tries his best to reassure you and comfort you

- the silence afterward is warm in a sense

- he’ll hold you quite securely as if to protect you from… well? Everything.

- if you're tired, he encourages you to sleep

- he’ll be here

- Diluc’s hugs are very comforting

- I fully believe he’s quite warm due to his vision, so the warmth kinda lulls you to sleep

- even though he’s a busy man, I’m sure he’d push work a few hours back in your time of need

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Diluc had finished his shift at the tavern and was finally heading home. Reminded that he’d be greeted by his beloved when he got home, Diluc began walking a little quicker than his normal stroll-like pace.

Once the winery had come into view, he started to slow down a bit. Making it to the front door, he quietly opened the entrance and walked in, immediately looking around for his partner. Only… they weren’t anywhere in sight.

“That’s… odd, [name] usually is waiting for me here…” he mumbled, a little panic struck. He began ascending the stairway and made his way to his shared bedroom. Gently opening the door, he could see the bathroom door cracked open and the sounds of his beloved's muffled crying.

What had happened while he was out? Why did it only happen while he was gone? Questions and questions filled his head, but he ultimately decided those could wait.

“Love?” He called out, as he opened the bathroom door. His beloved was seated on the floor, their hands covered their face, and their voice had sounded hoarse as if they’d been crying for a while.

He silently moved closer and sat down next to them. The sudden movement caught their attention, causing them to look at him. He immediately noticed that his partner’s face was completely tear-stained, now he was more than certain they’d been crying for a good while.

He wanted to ask what had happened but was unsure if that was the best course of action. So he settled with holding their hand and letting them cry it out.

“Cry it out. No matter how long it will take, I’ll be here for you.” He reassured as he gave their hand a gentle squeeze.

He did as promised. He sat there quietly, squeezing his beloved’s hand when their sobs got harder. It pained him to hear them sob, but it’s better than having them put up a front and pretend that they were okay.

Once the sobs had reduced to sniffles and light breathing, he was finally a little more at peace knowing that his partner would hopefully feel better soon. Then he remembered, you both had been seated on the cold tile floor for a long time now.

He stood up and looked down at his partner, the tender look he had on could make one swoon if this were a different situation.

“How about we get you into something more warm and cozy? It would suck if you got sick.” He expressed, gently pulling them off the ground. Leading them back into the shared room, he went through the closet and came out with warm clothing.

“If you would allow it, I’d like to help you put these on.” He asked, looking away for a few seconds before returning his gaze.

His partner shook their head yes and he wasted no time, after all, being in a tear-stained shirt is not exactly comfortable.

Making quick work of his plan, his partner was now dressed in something warm and cozy. They sat in the middle of the bed and just stared tiredly at their surroundings. Crying has definitely tired them out, Diluc thought.

“I’m gonna go change really quickly and make a snack for us. Would you like to help make a snack?” He asked, breaking the silence. His partner looked over to him and shook their head yes, slightly rubbing their eyes.

Wasting no time, Diluc quickly changed and headed down to the kitchen with his partner. The both of them agreed on some cut-up fruit and began helping each other wash, cut, and plate the fruits chosen.

Afterward, Diluc and his s/o sat by the fireplace, embracing the comforting silence while snacking on fruit, before Diluc lead them both back to the bedroom.

Part of him was hoping the little things like this would help comfort and distract his partner from what had upset them earlier this evening. And it seemed to have worked. Diluc’s slightly tensed figure began to loosen up, as he could hear his partner’s breathing even itself out.

The grip he had on his partner was quite noticeable. Not in a sense of a tight grip, more of like a securing hold. Not so tight that it could hurt them, but tight enough to ground them.

“Love, do you want to discuss what had happened? No pressure, of course, we can always talk about it another day.”, Diluc finally blurted out.

Immediately, their eyes met his and they began nodding their head. Burying their head into his shoulder, they began talking.

“Everything I did today, took a 180 almost immediately. I tried to fix them, but it ended up making it worse.”, they explained, “The commissions ended up getting done later than expected, and even then, I messed those up to.”.

Diluc was troubled. Unsure of what to say. Finally, he got to talk to you about this, but now what? What was he to say?

Silence filled the room as his partner dug their head a little deeper into the crook of his neck.

“I… I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to reply, but even if they all went wrong, what matters most is that you tried your best to fix them.” He finally spoke, his voice no higher than a whisper.

He earned a small mumble from them before he noticed their breathing get even slower. He eases his hold a bit and begins rubbing their back.

“Sleep is much needed for you, so please, don’t be afraid to indulge in your bodily needs. I’ll be here when you awaken.” He said, his warmth lulling them to slumber.

After a short while, quiet snores could be heard and Diluc smiled to himself. His lover’s face had finally shown peace.

Giving them a quick kiss on the forehead, he slowly got himself comfortable to indulge in the slumber that had already taken his beloved.

Last notes: ahh hi! Hello again! Wow- sorry for like disappearing for a month TT

I didn’t exactly have a reason for it to be honest, I just lacked a lot of motivation is all. Also, I’ve decided on a posting schedule that I will try to uphold to!

1-3 posts a month will be what I aim for. Unless I have enough to post more per month <3

That’s alllllll ～(￣▽￣～)

[rawmeknockout]

Hiya maybe something for the spooky season and have reader watching scary movies( zombies?) with ravage (you know.. black cat) them already being in a relatoinship. with him having to put up with his human holding on to him and holding their breath. Thank you .( I wonder if he'd be a dick and scare them or actually help lol)

//heavily inspired by romantic mixtape side A by my friends @megatrondontpullout and @henriettadarlington//

Ravage doesn't mind the way you cling to him, paws kneading into the little blanket nest on the floor. A few months ago, maybe he would have minded. Now, however, he has grown too attached to care.

The effects in the movie aren't even that good, but Ravage has been at war for millennia. He decides he finds it endearing how... Sheltered you are. Perhaps peaceful is the right word. You're so untouched by the tragic aspects of war, you jump at even the slightest hint of gore. Ravage prefers it this way.

"Sorry," You unravel your arms from around his neck, picking a popcorn kernel from your chest, "I know you don't really like people grabbing at you like that."

Ravage just rumbles a noncommittal sound, laying his head delicately into your lap. This is the life. As much as he wants to win the war and return to Cybertron, this is good, too. Maybe when this is over, hopefully soon, he can return victorious to his home planet with you by his side. Now that's a thought he will carry with him into recharge.