#i go to sleep during a storm and when i wake up there's stuff from like 20 different backyards scattered all over

[wisteria-whump]

it's spring so i have to remind everybody that you can and maybe should make your characters afraid of thunderstorms!!

[someonealreadyhadmynickname]

Dad headcanons | Leon S. Kennedy

warnings: pregnancy

I picture Leon being in absolute bliss when you break the news to him. He’ll be laughing while hugging you. He’s never had a normal family, and I believe he would want children of his own. He’ll be so happy he won’t be able to erase a dumb smile from his face for the rest of the day.

Reads lots of articles on parenting and baby development.

A worrywart. One day several noises woke you up late at night and you discovered your husband babyproofing everything in the house. Turns out he was so worried he couldn’t wait til’ the morning.

You have to be very careful about mentioning your cravings because this man is driving in the middle of the storm if that means getting what you want. You’ll have to physically stop him from going out at ungodly hours just because you crave some donuts.

If it were up to him, you wouldn’t even get out of bed. He has to be holding your hand when you use stairs, no matter how many times you’ve tried to convince him you are totally capable of doing it alone.

“What’s next? I’m not allowed to use scissors?”

Your laugh slowly quietens as you notice Leon’s thinking face.

“... I don’t see why you would have to use scissors”

One day he came home with a big present box and when you opened it a german shepherd jumped at you. He got a trained police dog to keep you company. (Not before making extensive research on the best family dogs, of course).

On top of that, he would want to hire someone to help around the house because the thought of you being alone makes him worried sick.

He’s so silly. Talks to your belly all the time. When he comes home he always greets you with “how are my babies doing?”

He goes crazy with baby stuff. Clothes, plushies, bottles, toys, everything he sees in stores ends up in the baby room. The room is so full of stuff you two had to keep some things in the attic. He has promised to stop buying things several times but there’s always something that catches his eye and he has to get it.

“And this is a baby monitor— I know that face, you don’t like it”

“No, I love it, it’s just…”

“Yes?”

“You already bought one of those, love”

“Aha! No, I bought a different one. Now, you see, the one we had doesn’t had all the features this one has…”

Strikes me as the kind of guy who would want to wait a bit before telling people about the pregnancy… However, he ends up spilling the beans two or three times. Also, people kinda catch onto it because all he talks about is about children’s development.

Sometimes you wake up at night to find your lover lying awake, watching at the ceiling. Truth is, he can’t help but worry about your child’s future and spends hours thinking about it; but when you ask him what’s keeping him up, he always answers that the excitement of becoming a dad won’t let him sleep.

Will do the impossible in order to be with you during the delivery. He has warned his superiors months in advance that he needs to rest during the days when is probable the baby is coming. In the worst case scenario, where he isn’t able to make it in time, he is gonna be regretful for a very long time.

Definitely cries the first time he holds his baby.

He randomly wakes up at night and goes to check the baby. He’ll sit in front of the crib and stay there for a while, sometimes he picks the baby up and just holds them. Will always give them a kiss on their forehead before leaving.

Converses with the baby. He could be feeding them, or changing their diaper, and he talks to them as if they could understand him. Tells them about his day, how work is going. If you two were ever to argue (which is very rare and, if you do, always with a certain joke air), he is bringing the baby and puts them on his side. He looks at the baby and asks “can you believe this?”

You’ve found him watching baby cartoons not noticing the child is long asleep.

He is beyond cheerful because everytime you are carrying the baby, they raise their tiny arms to his dad wanting to be held by him.

Asks Claire to babysit whenever you two go out on dates.

Which he later regrets because now, everytime the baby sees Claire, they reach out for her. Even if Leon is carrying them. Makes him a bit jealous.

Your baby walks and talks very early on because of how much time Leon spends with them.

Every parent believes their kid is exceptional, but Leon could win the proudest dad competition. As your child grows up, Leon is so amazed by every milestone they complete. “I’m telling you, this child is going places”, he tells you the day your baby learns to roll over.

You mentioned to him once how cute you thought albums were, so now you two keep one for your kid. He takes terrible photos, but you think those are very adorable and keep them in the album.

Takes playtime seriously. He isn’t like those parents who don’t even care about what’s happening and leave at the middle of the game. Tea party? He is wearing his best clothes. Pretending to be spies? Won’t break character. He will be bashful if you catch him tho.

He has this ongoing thing with your child where they try to build the biggest sandcastle everytime you go to the beach.

He always says ‘I love you’ when saying goodbye. Once your child hurriedly kissed his cheek and pretended to leave, but Leon stopped them and said: “Everytime I tell you I love you, I mean it, it’s not just mindless words. Do you mean it?” He knows that, and god forbids it happens, he could not come back home one day. So it’s crucial for him for his child to understand how much he loves them.

It breaks his heart to leave his family so often. On one occasion he overheard your child begging you to talk to their father and ask him to please stop going on missions.

I picture him having a daughter.

The kind of man who takes his daughter to dates. Everytime he brings you flowers, he has another bouquet for his princess.

Your daughter is a performer. She makes up dances and songs and performs in front of you two.

Once, when she was young, she told him she wanted to marry him. He answered he couldn’t marry her because he is already married to you, to which your girl replied “Can I marry uncle Chris then?” Leon hasn’t recovered from that.

Maybe a bit delusional but you two invite over his D.S.O friends for Christmas, Claire and Chris included, and everyone brings a present for your daughter.

He’d like more than one kid, but often worries about what would happen to his family if he ever goes missing, so for now, another one isn’t in the plans.

Lying by your side at night, he sometimes thanks you for the opportunity to have a family.

[azure-cherie]

𝐏𝐀𝐂 : 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐒

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ🌔☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ🌕☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ🌖☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

• what are they ?

• how to use their full potential ?

• advice from your guides .

Pile 1-2-3-4

♡︎ masterlist , paid readings

Pile 1 :

• what are they ?

I believe you have the gift of claircognizance , your thoughts are vivid and sometimes in them lie the messages for the future, you receive downloads and ringing in your left air . A lot of you here might belong to the lemurian starseed . You also have the ability to ward off evil , like getting into the room and sensing that their is a spirit around and doing something to get rid of them . I get the image of an African priestess in my mind . Your astrology is also so on point , don't doubt yourself, you're going just right.

• how to use their full potential ?

What I get for you is observe more , you're too busy thinking and doing that you can't sit in a place and just plainly wait on life , enjoy the silence , try guided meditations, they will help you unlock what truly you are capable of . I see literally purple eyes , you must be really powerful like really. You might also have relations with the element thunder , if not just know you are potent during thunder storms .

• advice from your guides .

This is general advice . Your guides say first of all that pay your rent and clean your study or table beside you . Go out with your family. Don't contemplate on the issue that that's occurred with you and your senior or boss , it will calm down and it's not even your fault so chill for now, get some coffee and talk to an old friend or lover to feel better .

Pile 2 :

• what are they ?

Your abilities surround recurring visions in your dreams and telepathy, your dreams are very significant and vivid and i believe the higher power you believe in uses this method to communicate to you , not just about yourself but also the people around you . I believe your mom also may have the same ability and it has been passed through generations. Your telepathy is something you have developed because of separation from someone, since then i heard you have been doing it consciously or unconsciously

• how to use their full potential ?

You need to sleep with knowing and wake up by trying to remember what actually happened while you were asleep , when you try to get into this , you'll get insights on what will happen and things about your own soul , just write down what you have to remember. I think you should also do some candle manifestation to remember. Touch old books or things just to see if your abilities are working, what do you infer about the owner of the book .

• advice from your guides .

Very soon you'll be getting something big , like fame or money , you'll become famous for your craft or your face , the way you carry yourself effortlessly, you'll get modelling contracts, you have worked really hard and it will pay off , your guides are really proud of you and I'm so happy for youuuu coz finally your dream of being rich and famous will be all yours , now go baddie have some butterscotch ice cream.

Pile 3 :

• what are they ?

Your spiritual gifts relate to summoning energies and entities, fighting in the astral , and clairsentinence . I feel you also get shivers around entities . Some of you talk to walls and your home spirits hear and guide you . You also might get a bit frightened from your abilities, it's understandable no one wants to go around seeing ghosts but you know you have this gift for a reason so believe in what the universe has planned for you , stuff will unfold so beautifully for you i promise

• how to use their full potential ?

I get that you should use crystals , you also need to work on your confidence to handle greatness you need strength and you have that I assure you , you just need more to feel safe and secure . Believe in the power of touch , don't hold back your feelings okay , just because someone can't handle your emotional range doesn't mean you should decrease yours alright.

• advice from your guides .

This is general advice, Your guides are letting you know that if you have been wondering if you should make an altar for the Deity in your mind , yes they want to connect to you , I get something about peach colored flowers and cork of a bottle , i hear Dionysus as well , don't hold back you got this . Clean your room and talk to your siblings they need you right now .

Pile 4 :

• what are they ?

Your spiritual gifts surround Clair audience , you maybe an empath . Your gift in itself is to bring radical change in people's life , you are a spiritual awakening for people, showing them their path is your mastery . Reiki , healing and tarot are also something you are blessed with . Your inner light is really so radiant , that it brightens the entire room . Talking to you for a while brings realisations , that's why you really have to protect your energy !!!!

• how to use their full potential ?

Stop helping idiots with your gifts , okay i see some people are not at all grateful about what you do for them , whatever you are doing for someone ungrateful is also energy wasted, instead ask your intuition if this is worth it , go to an old age home and seek homage from the old , it will help you . Practice methods of protection and grounding.

• advice from your guides .

This is general advice. Moisturize your skin and do your projects or paper work soon , study , i feel they are telling you to finish your work now because later there's some occasion and you won't get time to focus on these things . Take a trip alone maybe somewhere near or far wherever possible . Learn cooking, it will help you in the long run

I hope this helped and resonated 🌕

Wishing you a great day / night ahead ;))

[space-invading-pigeon]

Roommates au but better ✨✨✨

Steve and Eddie have a nice routine. They go to their separate rooms, Eddie to work on his latest game (Vecna's Curse; he doesn't know why Steve freaked out the first time he heard about it) and Steve to try to sleep. On a good night, that's it; on a bad night, Steve will wake up screaming and it can take anywhere from a few minutes to an hour for Eddie to calm him down.

They'll wake up sometime later, Steve will prepare for work, and Eddie to get some coffee before he starts working on his game again. Steve leaves, Eddie works and then babysits their neighbor's daughter until Steve gets home. Then, they'll play with her for a few hours, and once her dad picks her up, they'll eat dinner together. Sometimes they watch a movie, sometimes they play a game, and sometimes (if it's been stressful for either of them), they'll lay on the couch cuddling.

***

Their routine is disrupted one night by a pounding at their door. It had been a good night, one where Steve had been so relaxed that he had fallen asleep on the couch and had to be carried to bed. Eddie was angry at first: the last time they had a late night visitor, it was Mrs. Ryans trying to "catch him in the act" of vampirism.

So Eddie goes to the front door, holding Steve's favorite carving knife, and swings it open, fully prepared to tell an old lady where to shove it, but instead comes face-to-face with a teenage girl. Her hair is pulled into a tight bun, out of her face, which is set in an unimpressed glare. "Get out of my way," she snarls, shoving her way inside. Eddie is so surprised by this turn of events, he doesn't quite react until she's already storming through the apartment.

"Steve!" She shouts, and that really spurs Eddie to act.

"Shhh! He's sleeping right now, little girl, don't wake him up!" But the teen whirls on him, pointing one perfectly manicured finger at him.

"I'm not here for you, I'm here for your boyfriend. You're just a supporting character, and I will see him. Now." She says, her voice harder than before and trembling slightly.

"Erica?" Steve's voice called from the hall. "What are you doing here?"

At the sight of Steve, the teen- Erica, presumably- loses some of the tension in her posture and breezes across their living room to throw herself into a hug. Eddie feels like his face is just one big question mark.

"They said I can't go back," she huffs from where her face is buried in his shoulder. Steve seems to soften at that, and wraps her up in a hug.

"What happened, little rogue?" Eddie hears Steve ask, and with that, Erica melts, tearfully recounting the fight she'd gotten into with her parents and visiting grandparents, how she'd been all alone because it was during the semester and Lucas was in the city, and how she couldn't go to Lucas because she didn't want him in the middle of it.

After a long crying session, Steve and Erica settle on the couch while Eddie makes them hot cocoa. Steve manages to cheer her up considerably by reminding her about something that happened in their past (he says something about Starcourt, how nothing could be worse than that), and when Erica excuses herself to use the bathroom, Steve explains the situation to Eddie.

"She's one of mine," he says. "Some... Really bad stuff happened in my hometown, and her brother was a part of it. She ended up being dragged into it when she was eleven. I- I have to take care of them, they're my kids. I promise she won't be any trouble, she can take my room and I'll sleep on the couch-"

"Sweetheart, please. She can sleep in my room, I'll just share with you," Eddie decided promptly. "I like your bed better, anyway. If she's yours, she's welcome here."

Somehow, Eddie wakes up in Steve's bed with Erica cuddled up between him and Steve; she's changed out of her own clothes and into his pajama pants and one of Steve's high school shirts. He's convinced he should be annoyed, but the girl looks almost innocent when she's asleep and clinging to Steve like he's a teddy bear.

[siyooungi]

HELLO MY FAV WRITER!! ive miss u sm!! HSJAHSGS i act have a request!! hmmm ot5 lesserafim x reader,,where reader is a student and she just recently started college. they knew how reader take their education seriously LIKEEE VERYYY SERIOUSLY cause theyve seen reader being burnout n overworking n all while she were in hs. then theres this day/ week,they saw reader waking up at 3am or sum just to study and stressing and shi😭 barely sleeping at all..if you cant do ot5,,it can be sakura/chaewon !! thank you so much my fav person <33

A/N: i hope this is up to your liking because i really didn’t know what to do!?/$:! BUT you are so sweet, ily and i take great honor in being one of your faves!! <33

Pairing: OT5 X Fem!Reader

Group: Le Sserafim

Warning(s): None!

You recently embarked on your college journey and initially, you were excited, but that changed rather quickly when you became adapted. You were already well aware of the tough workload that was going to be thrown your way, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary for you. Would you consider yourself a dedicated and ambitious student? Yeah, that would be most fitting. You took your education very seriously.

The girls had witnessed firsthand how seriously you took your education. You often pushed yourself to the brink of exhaustion during your high school years, and they had seen the toll it took on you, as burnout and overworking became all too familiar.

Though, you’ve always had such a great support system because of them. The girls were determined to support you in any way they could. They literally formed an unbreakable pact without you knowing. The five girls vowed to be there for you, providing comfort, solace, and a much-needed distraction from your studies whenever you needed it most.

On a particular day, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the world around them fell into a peaceful slumber, Sakura being the only presumed one awake at the time, noticed something amiss. She walked past your room to go to the bathroom, but retracted her steps when she heard faint music coming from your room. She quietly opened your door, the sound falling on deaf ears as you were entirely fixated on your books and notes.

You were awake at an ungodly hour, your face etched with stress and fatigue. The sight struck a chord deep within her heart, and she knew they needed to intervene. The very next day, she told all of the girls and they were more than ready to take action the next time they caught you, which they knew would be relatively soon.

On that same day, with a shared determination, the girls stealthily gathered their resources, concocting a plan to put an end to your late-night study sessions. They wanted to remind you of the importance of self-care and that they would always be there for you.

As the clock struck 3 am, the group of girls made their way to Kazuha’s room, where they ordered you to stay when you got back to the dorm. You tried questioning them, but they didn’t leave any room for that and ushered you into her room. Sighing, you brought all the stuff you needed for studying that night, into the room. Eunchae was the one to creak the door open, allowing them to peek in. Like the night before, you were nearly falling asleep as you continued to go over the material.

Sakura, being the first to catch you in this state, took charge. She had prepared meticulously crafted flashcards and notes that would not only make studying easier for you but also inject an element of fun into the process. Each note was laced with encouraging messages and colorful illustrations, designed to uplift your spirits.

Meanwhile, Chaewon and Yunjin busied themselves in the kitchen, cooking up a storm. They knew that a well-fed mind would thrive, so they prepared cuisine meant just for you. Delicious aromas wafted through the air as they whipped up your favorite dishes, carefully arranging them on a beautifully decorated tray. Though, there were moments where Chaewon occasionally scolded Yunjin for messing around and eating some of the ingredients, of course. Next time the younger girl tried to get a bite, she quickly swatted her hand away.

Kazuha and Eunchae, the mischievous duo, had a different plan in mind. While you were on campus, they took your mountain of homework and assignments, determined to alleviate your burden. Thankfully, you didn’t bring them with you and instead, only a notebook for your notes. They were set to work, meticulously completing your tasks with precision and care. Some assignments were required to be done on a laptop and they nearly panicked trying to guess your password.

Luckily, they were dealing with a forgetful person who happened to write her password on a sticky note. Kazuha pointed to the note on the desk once she spotted it, causing Eunchae to sigh out of relief. They both erupted into a fit of laughter once they realized you left it out in the open and they were panicking for nothing. Although, they cut it really close to when you came back to the dorm, scrambling to leave your room how it was and as if nothing was out of place.

They walked past you, doing their best not to act suspicious, but you felt that something was off and squinted your eyes at them. Shrugging, you continued your path to your room. Once you were out of sight and they heard the door close, they giggled and fist bumped before going their separate ways.

As the girls executed their plan with utmost devotion, they finally unveiled their surprise to you. They had taken you from Kazuha’s room without any protests. You were beyond tired and just chose your rest your head on Sakura’s shoulder as she and the others guided you back to your room. You had no energy to question theme

Opening your bedroom door, you were met with a scene straight out of a fairy tale. Soft music played in the background, the room adorned with twinkling fairy lights, and the intoxicating aroma of your favorite scent coming from candles.

Overwhelmed with emotions, your eyes welled up with tears of gratitude. Your friends, your pillars of support, had transformed your ordinary night into a magical one. They had gone above and beyond, pampering you like a princess and showing their unwavering love and care.

Sakura handed you the thoughtfully prepared flashcards, encouraging you to take breaks and enjoy the journey of learning. Chaewon and Yunjin presented you with one of your favorite dishes, urging her to savor each bite and nourish your body and soul. Of course, they put the others in the fridge. Kazuha and Eunchae revealed the completed assignments, relieving you of the heavy weight that had burdened you.

Not knowing what else to do, you brought them in for a group hug, mumbling and repeating a ‘thank you’ into Sakura’s shoulder, considering she was the first to accept the hug before the others quickly joined.

From that night forward, you experienced a newfound balance in her life. You continued to excel academically, driven by your passion and support from your friends. But you also learned the importance of self-care, knowing that your mental and emotional well-being were just as crucial as your academic pursuits.

With that being said, would you still occasionally drive yourself to the brink of insanity dealing with the stress that was awaiting you for the rest of your college years? Yes, yes you would.

[sery-chan-13]

To Get Back To You

Ch.11 of “My Sunshine” [TreechxReader]

Warning: death, dying, kids dying. Cabin typical stuff, swearing, one part alludes to it being kind of suggestive? There’s just two comments made.

The next morning, you woke up early. Quickly getting dressed and fixing your hair before getting out of the house.

You were the first person in the auditorium.

You took a moment to straighten out the chairs and desks as you looked up the screens. Mostly everyone was sleeping.

One person was up watching, and you couldn't exactly see who it was.

You sighed, going through the bleachers and picking up trash.

"Why are you doing that?"

You jumped, scared by the sudden voice. Looking up you saw it was just Dean Highbottom, and you continued what you were doing.

"Oh... um... just got here early and was bored...plus people should really pick up after themselves," you responded with a smile.

"You remind me of a girl I once knew... too kind and good for this world. She let one man in... loved him with all her being... and he froze her heart over, killing her. Not physically... but mentally and emotionally," he explained.

He gave you a look of pity as he went by the desks, turning on your guys' computer systems to send gifts.

"Was she pretty?"

"Oh yes. Matter of fact, that's why he went after her. Sending snow storms of roses so beautiful could make any woman fall in love... but he only wanted her."

You smiled, it sounded like a bed time story.

"Well this woman... where is she now?" You asked, sitting on one of the bleachers.

"Six feet underground my dear. Loving that man caused her demise," he said, sitting next to you.

You wondered why he compared you to her.

"If I were you, I'd be careful of whom I trust. Do not fall for the theatrics and roses. Beware the frost that creeps into your garden when he's around. You are a very special lady. And I would hate to see anything horrible like that happen to you. The Snow gets stained with blood too."

And with that he walked away, leaving you with your thoughts. What did he mean by that? Who was this woman? Who was the man? Who was he warning you of?

Your eyebrows creased together in thought for about five minutes until you were broken from it by a tap on your shoulder.

"Oh goodness, you scared me Coryo," you laughed, looking up at the boy. "I brought some pastries if you want one... thought I'd give one to everyone..."

He smiled and extended a beautiful white rose out to you.

You recognized them as the ones from his grandmother's garden. Slowly and carefully grabbing it, you twirled it in your hands.

"It's so beautiful, thank you." You smiled.

"Well... it's the least I could do... you've helped so much... you deserve more than one rose... in the future maybe?" He said, a small smirk playing on his lips.

You nodded.

_-_-_-_

The events of the night before had Treech waking up every hour.

His anger was almost immeasurable. It pained him to know you were hurt. Your teary (e/c) eyes looking at him through the gate... he wished he could have helped.

Coral was getting aggressive. Very aggressive. And soon the group would fall apart. He figured tonight, although it had only been a day so far, he would run away during what would be his turn to watch.

He could run to the underground and find a spot to hide. Yes, that is what he would do.

_-_-_-_

It was the late afternoon and nothing had happened. On one hand, you were glad. On the other, it was torture knowing they would eventually release something into the arena to light a fire under them if they didn't put on a good enough show.

You saw Dill slowly come out of the tunnels and to a small puddle of water. She drank it, although it was dirty.

"There's Ill-Dill, tuberculosis on legs, we haven't seen her in a while," Flickerman said.

You watched curiously as she began to cough, holding her throat.

This wasn't normal for people with that illness, there was something off about it. She spat up blood, and lied down, her breathing coming out raspy and shallow until... silence.

You covered your mouth as tears formed in your eyes.

"Dill? Dill?"

Reaper's voice came into focus, and you saw him running to her side.

He checked for a pulse and screamed in anger.

He carefully picked up the young girl and placed her next to Bobbin.

The boy Coryo had killed.

He went around, grabbing the bodies of all the deceased, laying them next to each other. He walked to one of the sides, ripping a Capitol flag from the wall making the room gasp and chatter explode throughout the room.

"Are you going to punish me now?!" He yelled, staring into the camera.

You cried, softly placing your head on the table.

No.

You sat up and forced yourself to watch. Reaper took the flag and placed it over the bodies of the tributes.

You heard a faint voice call out to him.

Lamina.

Somehow the audio wasn't picking up what she said, but she dropped down her bottle of water to Reaper. He once again ripped another flag down making even more people cry out in outrage.

He threw it up to her and she used her axe to catch it, and draped it over herself to cover from the sun. Smart girl.

The two had an alliance of sorts. Good.

Reaper went back down to the tunnels.

Not to long after, you saw Lucy Gray run out of the tunnels screaming.

"Where's Jessup?"

That was answered shortly after, as Jessup came running after her. You were confused.

They had been so close, why would he turn on her? You saw the white foam coming from his mouth and the crazed look in his eyes.

"The bite... he's rabid," whispered Coryo.

He turned to Lysistrata and told her to send water. He was already a lost cause.

Lucy Gray stumbled up some slanted debris, and Jessup chased after her.

"Why are you running away? What's wrong?"

He sounded so confused. It pained you. Rabies made everyone forget who they were and what was happening. There was a bad outbreak back in seven. Some wolves had gotten it from who knows where and were spreading it to other animals, who in turn spread it to humans.

Drones flew in, dropping water bottles that shattered on impact, making him scream and swat them away, falling to the ground a sickening thud as he died.

That word kept popping up in your mind. But you couldn't use another. The sounds were sickening and horrible.

Lucy Gray slid down, closing his eyes softly, comforting him in his last moments.

Then, the pack quickly came out, seeing her out of the tunnels. She ran, but got trapped.

The pack closing in, she went to run one way as Tanner sang, "Lucy Gray~•

Treech quickly ran, sliding into place, and pointing his axe at her.

"Stay right there."

The small smirk afterwards had you looking down with a small blush.

'Yeah he's missed out on a lot of kisses... and other things. Victor's prize once he gets out. God get your head out of the gutter now is not the time to be thinking about that!'

He wasn't hurting her, but he also wasn't helping her.

"What is he doing I thought-"

"You told me to tell him to not hurt her. Not that he couldn't help others who might kill her."

"That's kind of implied, but I guess it can't be helped."

You shot him a glare, watching as Lucy Gray looked for an out.

Suddenly he started sending in drones of water.

"What are you doing?!"

"I'm just sending water."

The drones flew in and began to circle around the group, attacking them, giving Lucy Gray the opportunity to run. She grabbed a bottle of water and ran behind some debris.

The pack was fighting off the drones, and kind of failing.

Treech slashed one with his axe, which accidentally sent it flying to Coral, before getting hit with another which sent him to the floor.

Soon most of the pack was on the floor groaning.

"Not now..." you heard Coriolanus whisper, seeing Lucy Gray on the big screen.

What did he mean by that?

"God damnit..."

There was an interaction between Coral and Tanner you couldn't hear.

She then grabbed Treech by the collar, your eyes widened.

"Get this water into a pile, lumberjack. And then when you're done, you two can watch that beam while we get your little friend from back home up there at least," she hissed.

Treech looked up at Lamina and looked away.

_-_-_-_

He didn't know Lamina. Or at least, not that well. He knew what she’d told him the past week.

But he cared.

He cared because that was the only semblance of home here in the arena.

He knew who her parents were. He knew her from school.

His fear of being killed by Coral in this moment outweighed that as he began to grab the water and put it all together.

-_-_-_

"Looks like my girl has your little toy scared out of his mind," they snickered.

You glared at them.

"At least my boy has somewhat of a moral compass," you hissed.

You shook your head and turned your attention back to the screen.

Lamina noticed the pack coming closer to her and she climbed back on top of the beam, gripping her axe.

She looked... bored.

You giggled slightly, seeing Coral try to climb and fail at first until she gave her weapon to Tanner. Then her and Mizzen began to climb up.

Mizzen was slow, and not really climbing.

Lamina turned her attention to Coral.

"No not the girl..." Pup whispered.

"Well she can't take two at a time. Coral is climbing... Mizzen can barely get his footing," you giggled.

Lamina walked to the side where Coral was. She scoffed and swung her axe, making Coral slide down about a yard. You saw a tuft of her hair fly away.

"Fucking badass, Lamina..." you whispered.

Mizzen finally got up, and Lamina turned her attention to him.

He wasn't sure of his footing up there, making it easy for Lamina to swing her axe at him, making him loose his knife. The second swing, she brought the flat side against his knee, making him lose his balance. He fell, catching himself with one hand. The blow made Lamina fall back a bit.

Finally, Tanner was able to throw the trident at Coral who caught it, and cried out. Lamina defended herself well, the first few blows getting blocked by her axe.

You held your breath, watching her fight.

Pup reached over his shoulder to grab your hand and you squeezed it tightly.

Coral weaved the trident skillfully, plunging it into Lamina's stomach. She cried out in pain, and Coral got her knife out as a second solution.

It wasn't needed as Lamina fell back off the beam, dying on impact.

"No!" Pup screamed, the echo reverberating through the hall.

You put both of your hands up to your mouth, crying softly.

"(Y/N), you ok?" He whispered.

You nodded, sniffling as you dried your tears. Lamina was dead. You could have done more… you could have been nicer..

He left, going to sit where the rest of the mentors who had lost their tributes.

Coral helped Mizzen up, and down the beam, using Lamina's flag and tying it around his knee.

She picked up her trident again, and the camera switched focus to Treech.

He looked... scared? Upset?

He took a step back, and looked around, his chest heaving with fear.

The camera switched focus as Coral used the trident to stab Tanner, killing him instantly.

You gasped. You knew this would happen. And he needed to get out of that.

"Go grab the water-"

She looked the the pile of water bottles that had now been emptied, only one remaining.

She cried out in frustration, pushing Treech to the ground. He groaned, but stood up again.

"I don't trust that last bottle..." he said, as Coral went to go drink it. "Weird how she emptied all of them except that one, leaving it in the middle."

You heard Coryo curse besides you.

You sent some water and food his way, and when the drones dropped them for him, he offered water to Mizzen, the young boy happily taking it and giving some to Coral. He then split his food with the other two.

"Thanks Sunshine, your sweetness graces me once again," he called out with a smile.

"Are you thanking her or praising a goddess?" Coral teases.

"Is there really a difference?"

The crowd awed and the cameras were on your blushing face.

_-_-_-_

He felt guilty. He should have stopped them. He should have protected Lamina.

He should have never even joined the pack.

Coral was already killing them. She wouldn't kill Mizzen. But he was definitely next, which made his plan to get the hell out of there a lot clearer to choose.

_-_-_-_

It was a bit later when you saw Wovey come out of the tunnels.

"It's Wovey! She's still alive!"

Her mentor celebrated that.

She saw the water bottle and grabbed it.

That water... there was something wrong with it.

"No..." whispered Coryo.

There was something wrong with it and he knew. What did he do?

She took a few sips before she curled up on the floor, similar to what Dill did, and stayed there.

You watched and waited for that sweet girl to get up, but she didn't.

In your head you could only thank whatever would listen that those baby girls didn't have to die violently.

Reaper came out once more, and saw the corpses. He gathered them, putting them all together. The only one he wouldn't touch was Jessup. He was smart, and didn't want to get infected.

Grabbing a piece of the flag, he took it and went to the top of the stands laying down.

There was no more 'excitement' for the day.

You decided to sleep there overnight. You didn't want to go back to the silence that gripped your house.

The other mentors decided to do the same, all of you arranging yourselves around the hall.

Late into the night, you couldn't sleep, so you stayed watching the screen.

That's when you saw Treech carefully sneak away. He went down into the tunnels, and hid.

The first place, he stayed for a while and cried. Your heart broke at the sound. You wished you could go comfort him.

You heard him mutter apologies in his crying.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, matching his. You hated seeing him cry.

He sniffled and stood up, going to find a place to actually hide.

Wherever he hid, you couldn't see him.

But you heard his soft voice as he quietly sang your lullaby.

"Close your eyes, my love, so dear...Underneath the night so clear. Dream of worlds beyond this one, Where the gentle moon and stars do run. Rest your head upon my chest, Feel the rhythm, soft and blessed. In dreams, may this forever shine, In your heart, for all of time..."

You felt your eyes softly close and you fell asleep.

_-_-_-_

He cried for what he'd done. He let her die and he felt guilty about it.

Would Lamina forgive him? Would her parents? Would people back home forgive him for leaving her?

Would (Y/N) forgive him?

Hiding in a corner somewhere in the tunnels, he quietly sang her lullaby, hoping it would calm him down.

_-_-_-_

The morning soon came and you groaned, standing up and clapping your hands together.

It was almost time for everyone to be here.

"Guys... time to wake up..." you said softly, turning the lights up slowly.

You went one by one, waking each of them up gently.

"Where's your tribute?" Coryo asked.

"He got away from the group last night. He's hiding. My smart boy," you giggled.

The door opened and someone you weren't expecting to see walked in.

"Clemmie?"

The group of mentors rushed to her, asking her how she was.

She glared at Coriolanus.

Yeah, something definitely went down with those two.

——

Nothing had happened so far other than Coral cursing out Treech when she found out he was gone.

Mid day, and nothing had really happened. Clemmensia tried sending food to Reaper but he ignored it.

Your broad cast was interrupted.

"It is with great sadness that I must announce a tragic death. One that affects us all... Felix Ravestill, son of our beloved president, has this morning succumbed to his injuries sustained in the rebel bombing..." Dr. Gaul's voice echoed through the room.

People gasped, and started whispering. Some started crying. You were upset loosing another classmate. And one who was tolerable at the very least.

"Out there in the districts, they will be celebrating this young boy's death as a triumph. I will not allow my games to give our enemies such a victory. I swear to you here and now before the sun goes down tonight; a rainbow of destruction will engulf our arena. Even if it means there is to be no victor in these games."

You gasped and covered your mouth.

Coriolanus ran out of the room.

You wondered where he was going.

"No victor? What? Then who will win the Plinth Prize?"

You couldn't believe how shallow they were. These were human lives that were on the line. And they treated it like... well, a game.

About half an hour had passed and you saw Treech quietly walking out of the tunnels. Coryo came back, sweating and panting.

"Where were you?" You asked.

"Had something come up..." he answered. He looked you in the eyes.

He had figured it out. You only believed him when he made eye contact. But there was still something about your expression that made him think you didn't believe him.

You didn't.

Suddenly you heard the sound of wiring. You looked at the screen to see a drone, bigger than any that brought the tributes gifts, bringing in a giant tank.

You saw all the tributes stare up at it. Well, the visible ones.

The tank was set in the middle, and you all watched confused.

Treech took slow steps back.

The tank suddenly erupted, and snakes began to come out.

You gasped.

Clemensia screamed, falling back and out of her chair.

_-_-_-_

"Oh fuck me," he groaned, running away from the snakes, climbing the score board, and sitting on the ledge.

He watched the chaos.

Sure, it was morbid. But he was safe. He made you a promise that he would come back to you, and he was going to get back to you.

_-_-_-_

"Oh fuck me," Treech groaned.

"Oh oh goodness that's.. uh..." Flickerman stammered for words.

"Sounds like a job for (Y/N)," one girl called out.

You blushed and rolled your eyes, watching the screen.

Coryo watched obsessively. Lucy Gray wasn't out in the arena. She was in the tunnels.

You watched as Coral helped Mizzen get to higher ground, getting bitten.

The action made you feel bad for her.

Mizzen cried out for Coral, tears streaming down the boy's face.

A cry was heard from a woman.

Lucy Gray. It had to be. Unless Teslee was hurt? No Teslee was on the beam.

Coryo gripped onto the desk tightly, worried.

Suddenly you heard singing coming from the tunnels.

Lucy Gray backed out softly, singing, the snakes following her.

By the end of the song, the snakes had wrapped around her and not attacked.

"The singing. It must calm them," Coryo said.

——

Five tributes left.

The snakes had been cleared out, most dying from the night and the cold. You assumed they weren't used to being outside of Dr. Gaul's lab, which is why they died so quickly.

You all watched as the tributes all did different things.

Teslee was still messing with a drone like she and her district partner had been doing. She actually got it to work, and it flew up, her with it.

She laughed brightly but you were confused. What was she going to do?

The other drones flew and everyone was freaking out.

What was she doing and how?

The question was answered when Mizzen was knocked over, falling, a cry of Coral’s name slipping past his lips. He landed on the concrete, breaking his neck and dying on impact due to her and the drones.

She laughed again, kind of celebrating the death.

It didn't last for long as an axe was struck into her skull.

You gasped.

Treech had just killed her. He stared in horror at his hands and the blood pooling around Teslee's body. You heard him whisper an apology.

"And then there were three. Let's see how this plays out," Flickerman announced.

Reaper, who hadn't really done much was behind Lucy Gray.

Was he going to attack her?

Treech went over, and went to get him away from her. He wasn't aiming for Lucy Gray.

"He's protecting her?" Clemensia questioned, turning to you two.

He was. He wasn't going to kill Reaper, but maybe get him away. Enough to buy time for them to run away.

Lucy Gray didn't see that. She panicked and hugged him. Treech dropped his axe, hugging her back.

But his face soured immediately.

He swiftly pulled away, grabbing his axe and tripping Lucy Gray. One of the rainbow snakes slipped from her hand, and Treech hit it with his axe, chopping its head off in one fell swoop.

_-_-_-_

"Treech I-i... I'm sorry I-"

"Yeah yeah, save it song bird. Have fun defending yourself. You know, I never told Coral and the group when you came up if they were sleepin'. I purposely tried to fail and give you an escape. I mean for fucks sake, I know what happened to that water bottle and I let you. I let Lamina die because I didn't alert them to you bein' in the open again. I did all of that because (Y/N) asked me to not hurt you. She begged me to at all costs leave you be. My sunshine is sweet. Too sweet. Because she lets people like you and that blonde prick manipulate her. And she'll still feel sorry. I won't hurt you, 'cause I promised her. But I ain't defendin' you anymore," he spat, kicking the snake's corpse away.

She tried to apologize.

But he didn't listen to any of it, climbing back up the scoreboard.

He almost died because he was touch starved. He missed you. He missed his mom. He missed his dad. He wanted to go home. And he almost ruined that because of a hug?

"You can sing your way out of trouble, Lucy Gray. But you can't sing your way to an apology."

_-_-_-_

You looked at Coriolanus.

He knew what she did to the water? What had she done? Did Coryo know about it too?

"Down to three! How are you feeling Clemensia?"

"Well, I think that Reaper is going to do well. I mean, Lucy Gray can't sing her way out of everything. And she lost the only alliance she had with Treech. So she's kind of by herself. He just hasn't eaten yet, which reminds me-"

Clemensia sent him some food and water. He ignored them.

"How about you (Y/N)? There's been lots of whispers around about all he's said about you, and we are all curious."

"Treech is strong. And fast. He's smart too. Right now neither of his opponents can climb like him. The only bad thing is he has a close range weapon. But he's familiar with it. Like my classmate mentioned, Lucy Gray lost his trust, so I think... he'll do well. And about everything he's said... I've kept mental notes," you explain, giggling at the end, winking at the cameras.

"And finally, Coriolanus Snow. You and Lucy Gray were second Capitol favorites, beat only by Treech and (Y/N). How do you feel about this is going to play out?"

"Lucy Gray is smart. And if Treech had not noticed the snake, he'd be dead making her odds better. She can't sing her way out of everything is what people keep saying, but so far it's worked so..."

You glared at him.

He was supposed to be your friend. He was the one who told you to tell Treech not to attack Lucy Gray. Lucy Gray knew about the arrangement right? Coriolanus said it would be mutual. Had he been lying? What had he told you? Would he have lied?

You turned your attention to the screen where Lucy Gray was getting Reaper's attention. He looked sickly. Maybe he had gotten rabies from Jessup? He was acting how he had. And he had moved the corpse eventually. He moved it when he moved Coral's, Mizzen's, and Teslee's.

She yelled at him, and he merely looked at her before going back to laying down.

She huffed, grabbing the flag that covered the dead tributes.

That got his attention.

_-_-_-_

He couldn't believe what he was witnessing. Lucy Gray was trying to tire him out.

For what?

Probably to kill him. But how? She had no weapon. Well... except that little compact of hers. He'd noticed it. She put some white powder into that water bottle. She killed Wovey.

That water puddle... wait. The water puddle that Dill drank from.

She killed Dill too.

He scoffed.

When he killed Teslee... he couldn't believe what he had done.

He looked at his hands.

She laughed. Laughed at the death she caused. And Mizzen. He was a sweet boy despite the circumstances. He was like the little brother Treech never had. And to watch this girl laugh and mock him for screaming out for Coral before dying?

It made him upset.

But was he any better than her? He killed her. It didn't matter what the circumstances were. He killed her.

Would you ever forgive him?

Would he ever forgive himself?

_-_-_-_

After Lucy Gray dropped the flag, Reaper stopped chasing. He grabbed the flag, spreading it over the tributes.

Clemensia sent water again.

He ignored it.

"What the hell is wrong with him!" She shouted.

He went to a puddle. The same puddle that Dill drank out of. He took a few sips, before he passed out.

No... died.

You watched as Lucy Gray went and offered Treech a water bottle.

_-_-_-_

"Do you think I'm stupid?" He scoffed, swinging his legs on the scoreboard.

In that moment, a drone arrived dropping water for him.

Lucy Gray sat defeated at the bottom.

He rolled his eyes.

"What are you going to do if you win?"

"Well... I'm going home."

"I mean about your girl. She Capitol. She'll have to stay."

"... Home is a lot of things. District Seven. The forest. And her. If it meant starting over in the Capitol I'd do it. If they send me out to 12, I'd fight my way back to her. I could be dying and I'd crawl home. I'd crawl home to her. Just as I am willing to give up everything for her, I know she'd be willing to do the same for me. I know that's hard to comprehend since blondie wouldn't do the same for you." He said, using some of the water to rinse his hands and face of the dust and grime.

The silence filled the arena.

"I'm sorry. Just... guess I'm still upset. What about you? What will you do if you go back home?"

"I'm going straight back to the Covey. I miss them like crazy. You wouldn't believe... I miss performing for people to have fun. Not just because I need to."

"Well, I promised her lots of things. That I'd get out of here alive, that I wouldn't hurt you... but we have a mutual deal that if I win, she gives me all the letters and things she's written for me over the years, and I'll give her mine. I'm excited for that," he laughed.

A sudden noise in the arena made him jump.

"Congratulations to our victors of this year's Hunger Games."

_-_-_-_

The crowd had changed and begged for both to live. And Dr. Gaul never ever wanted the games to be recieved badly.

So she let both out.

You got up, people were congratulating you, but you ran out the door.

Out the door, out the school, thorough the streets... until you were in front of the arena.

Flickerman was there somehow. The guards let you pass, and you ran inside.

"Hi sunshine, long time no see," he whispered, his eyes filling with tears.

"Hey there Lumberjack... did ya get stuck in a tree?"

And with those words you ran into his arms. You pulled back and looked up at him, kissing his lips as tears rolled down both of your cheeks.

"I promised I'd come back to you... I promised you," he mumbled in between kisses.

"Careful camera is here," you laughed.

"I don't care I just survived the fucking Hunger Games and now I want to kiss my Sunshine. They can kiss my ass," he scoffed, pulling you into another kiss.

“I told you, years of kisses to catch up on.”

[lizzie-is-here]

like the dawn

part xiv- the calm before the storm

“one day, you and i are gonna wake up and be alright. maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day. one day, i promise you” - fisher amelie

summary: you, steve, and bucky take refuge in wakanda. but the next steps of your recovery are daunting.

wordcount: 3.6k

warnings: trauma, nightmares, steve feeing excluded once more, a brief allusion to sexy time, cliffhanger lmao

a/n: ok so originally this was a 15-part series, but i’ve extended it to 20 lol. hope y’all are still enjoying! and like i said last time, this series will likely be put on a brief hiatus soon so i can write my christmas series/thing! love y’all so much 🤍🤍🤍

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Once everything was settled, it was decided that the next best move would be to go to Wakanda. A road trip could be saved until after you got deprogrammed.

T’Challa was more than welcoming, promising that you would be allowed to freely travel the streets of Wakanda once your treatments were finished, and going even further to offer you a safe home at any time.

And Wakanda really was a safe haven. They’d escaped the oppression so common in the rest of the world, and had truly flourished in their hiding place. It was magical.

You had thanked him profusely, and had been led to meet the princess.

Shuri Udaku’s reputation preceded her. She held a record for the highest IQ in the world, and at 18 was running an entire country’s technological developments. And she was damn good at it, too.

“This is my lab,” she’d said, waving an arm out. It was still clean and organized, but lacked the cold-stone sterility of HYDRA. Colorful art decorated the walls, and a few messy post-it notes clung to the tables and chairs.

All the while, Steve was discussing with T’Challa exactly how the treatments would work.

Both of you would be put under, cryo-tubes coming in handy once more, but during your sleep, they would work their magic.

Something about this place was special, and Shuri was confident in her ability to pluck every trigger word from your head in the matter of a few weeks.

She gave you some clothes to change into, and when you returned, clad in white, she sat you down on a table.

The doctors were patient and far kinder than any you’d experienced, even before HYDRA. They didn’t look at you differently, only made polite conversation and explained every move they made.

You appreciated their warnings. They’d ask before touching you, and moved your wings around with delicate hands.

Now, you’re awaiting the final preparations for the cryo-tubes. These, which Shuri proudly presents, will make the process much more tolerable.

Rather than being shoved into a dirty tube and frozen in a painful and shocking process, she promises that these will lower the temperature in intervals of 12, as well as pumping in some nitrous oxide to relax you.

You sit next to Bucky, leaning on him as a doctor checks his pulse.

“How do you think Steve’ll do?” you whisper. You should only be under for a month, but you know it won’t be easy for him.

Bucky shrugs. “I think he’ll be okay. Might cry a bit.” You elbow him lightly. “But he’ll be alright,” he adds.

The blond comes over to the two of you.

“I can hear you, you know? Enhanced hearing and all that.” He taps his ear. You smile, taking his hand.

“I’ll be fine, promise,” he says, kissing your forehead. He does the same to Bucky.

“You sure about this?”

The brunet sighs. “I can’t trust my own mind. We can’t.” He chuckles, a sad smile making its way onto his face. “So until they get this stuff out of our heads…”

“…Going back under is the best thing,” you finish. “For everybody.”

“Maybe not for everybody,” Steve mumbles, and you catch on.

“Shuri said it’ll only be about a month.” You run a thumb along his knuckles. “We’ll be back soon, Stevie.”

As the three of you hug, you hear Bucky whisper to him.

“You aren’t losing us again, punk. We aren’t going anywhere.”

The king and princess approach, seemingly reluctant to split the three of you up.

“The cryo-tubes are ready when you are,” Shuri states. Her tone makes it clear. You can still back out.

But your brain has no qualms about reminding you of exactly what happens when The Angel of Death and the Winter Soldier take the lead.

A brief flash of Steve, bloodied and dying in the burning helicarrier is all you need to make your decision.

“We’re ready.”

Your chamber is noticeably larger, another kind consideration by the Wakandan team. You climb in on your own volition, merely helped along when you struggle to turn around.

You exchange a glance with Bucky before you both nod.

Shuri readies a tablet, and slowly slides her finger across the screen. A soft hissing sound comes from all around you, and goosebumps cover your arms in seconds.

A light, floating feeling settles in your mind, and you can hear your heart slowing, slowing, slowing.

This time, it just feels like going to sleep. No breath being stolen from your lungs or screaming until you pass out. Your eyes slowly shut and the last things you see are your boys.

It’s the most quiet that your mind has been in 70 years.

———————————————————————

“I’m gonna lose it. Shit, what if something goes wrong, and they wake up as-“ Steve can’t even bring himself to think the words. He’s been pacing for what feels like forever. It’s been too quiet without you two, and when he finally couldn’t handle it, he gave in and called the team.

“They’ve come so far, and if they get set back… they won’t be able to live with themselves,” he rambles.

“Not to mention that I haven’t slept in bed alone in, what?” The blond captain counts the weeks. “Two months! Two months, and now they’re just-“

From the FaceTime call, Natasha’s eye twitches.

“Rogers,” she begins, exasperated beyond belief. “It has been. One. Hour.” She claps to emphasize her point. “They have been under. For. ONE. Hour.”

Ok, she has a point there. More than a point, honestly.

Steve knows he looks crazy. Probably is crazy. And it’s impossible to miss how the doctors glance worriedly at him every so often.

No, he hasn’t left the lab. The team is too nice to ask him to stop sadly staring at his best friends and lovers in the cryo-tubes.

“Get your star-spangled ass out of that lab, Cap,” Tony says through a mouthful of cereal. “You’re in the most technologically-advanced country in the world.”

Steve can hear Peter as the teen cuts in.

“Well, Mr. Stark, I don’t think he’s that interested in seeing more tech he isn’t familiar with.”

“Was that a burn?” Sam. “I’ll count it. You did good, kid.”

Steve can’t help but smile when they devolve into bickering, and the phone is forgotten on the dinner table shortly afterwards.

“Bye, guys, I’ll call again later,” he calls. A few people respond before he hangs up.

“Guess I should get out of here,” he says to himself.

You and Bucky look so peaceful, though.

Clad in white, Bucky looks so different. He’s stuck with dark colors, mostly to blend in but also out of habit. But the white looks good. It looks ethereal.

And as cliche as it is, the only word he can conjure up to describe you is angelic. The fluff of your feathers cradles you as you sleep. You’re so still. But you look content.

Steve’s never looked so stressed. He lost you both so long ago, and found you and lost you and found you all over again. He can’t handle this.

And it’s only been an hour.

———————————————————————

As talented as Shuri is, the super-soldier serum bests her tech occasionally.

Every so often, in intervals you aren’t sure of, you gain enough consciousness to hear through the cryo-sleep.

Most of the time, it’s just doctors taking notes, or Shuri mildly commenting about how she has to fix another “broken white boy”.

But today, you can hear Steve. No one else is around.

“Hey, (Y/N). Hey, Buck.” The sound of a stool being dragged over and a notebook being opened makes its way to you.

“I know I’ve been visiting all the time, but I needed to talk.”

“These past weeks have been hard. I… I miss you.” He pauses. “But Shuri’s been digging through those files you gave her. And some of the stuff in there…”

Steve wishes he hadn’t looked in that box. The detailed notes describing exactly how they broke you down and destroyed you until you caved.

They started with the experiments. Hours of being strapped to a table and injected with foreign needles.

Then they trained you. Taught you exactly where to strike to kill and where to strike to wound. How to use every weapon under the sun and exactly which ones did the most damage in your hands.

Then the brainwashing. That chair. Steve had to stop reading when the files began to describe how you’d screamed and begged to not go back into that room after your first session.

But you didn’t go down easily. You fought for twenty years. In and out of cryo-freeze, you fought them tooth and nail and gave them more hell than they had ever expected.

But they won. And now you ended up here.

“I just want to keep you two safe. And I know you don’t need it. But you did the same for me.”

“Captain Rogers?” T’Challa’s voice is far away, and even Steve’s voice is beginning to fade away.

You hear them leave, and then it’s just darkness again.

———————————————————————

It’s another two weeks -longer than predicted- when you’re taken out of cryo-freeze.

Bucky’s let out first, and Sam gets a sore stomach from laughing over the phone when the former assassin falls flat on his face getting out- right in front of the camera.

Your boys decide to not let you suffer the same fate, and are there to catch you when you realize that your legs don’t quite work right after a month and a half frozen.

Steve takes the role of mama bird in an instant. “How d’you feel, sweetheart? Wings sore? Want a blanket?”

You yawn, wings stretching and shaking off the little bits of frost that accumulated on them. “‘M alright. Tired. Cold.”

Bucky brushes away ice crystals, equally as cold but more concerned about you. “Let’s get checked out and then we can head outside, thaw out a bit?”

Shuri is speedy and gentle in her assessment. She moves around the lab with a distinct intuition of where every tool she needs sits. It reminds you of Tony.

She carefully extends your wing, maneuvering it slowly.

“These are amazing,” she gushes. “The way the lightweight bone grafts to the original, the feather pattern is-“

“Shuri,” T’Challa chides. She rolls her eyes with a smile, obliging anyway.

“Take it easy,” she says to you and Bucky. “Just because you’re super-soldiers doesn’t mean you can go throw yourselves at the nearest training room. Your bodies need time to recover, and so do your minds.”

“So, are they… gone?” Bucky asks. The Winter Soldier. The Angel. It’s almost too much to hope for.

The princess takes a deep breath before shrugging. “We won’t know until we can test the trigger words.”

At your visible apprehension, she holds out her hand.

“It will be done in a safe area, supervised by the Dora Milaje themselves. Two weeks from now should be plenty of time to recover.” She passes over two bracelets.

“Kimoyo beads. They will take you to your temporary home, allow communication, and really anything you need.” She proudly points to them.

You know she’s probably tired of how many times you’ve thanked her, but you do so anyways. Following her instructions, you, Steve, and Bucky begin to head through the city.

Steve watches the way you and Bucky interact with the crowd. He’s been treated with awe and prestige ever since he came out of the ice. People ask for his autograph and pictures.

The same people have only looked at you two with disdain.

But the people here aren’t afraid. They smile at you in the street and offer samples of food. A woman holds up a delicate lattice of gold chains, gesturing to your wings.

“I don’t have money, or anything to trade-“ you begin. She shakes her head and drapes it over the tops of your wings. It sits nicely, though probably designed for the shoulders. She shoos you away with a knowing grin.

“Look at you, all dolled up,” Steve laughs. You blush, shoving him.

“Oh, hush, Mr. Star-Spangled Man with a Plan. Get us home.”

The home in question is a comfortable hut. Far enough away from the city for some peace, but close enough to walk easily.

Inside, you find a small kitchen, a large bed on the wood floor, and a small shower and bathroom blocked off by a curtain. Despite the humble appearance, you find that there’s hidden tech in every corner.

The carved wooden sink runs with perfectly cold water, the small fireplace is in perfect condition. Even the curtain covering the entrance, upon further inspection, is found to be sewn with vibranium thread.

You lay down on the bed, sprawling out and shaking away the last chills. Your boys are quick to join you.

Steve lays beside you, while Bucky happily drops his head onto your stomach.

“Miss us, Stevie?” the latter asks.

“So much.”

At his tone, you pause. “You weren’t alone this whole time, were you?”

The silence that follows is telling.

“The team visited a few times,” he says, immediately jumping to do some damage control as the two of you frown. “But it was mostly just me.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, kissing his cheek.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about,” he promises.

Bucky fiddles with the kimoyo beads. “We’ll make it up to you.”

Extending a pinkie, you listen as the Border Tribe finishes up their evening patrol. They sound the horns, and silence follows.

Your boys link pinkies, and everything is peaceful.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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True to your word, you and Bucky spent the next few days making up your lost time to Steve.

Days were spent exploring Wakanda and its culture, and nights were spent huddled up in your hut, often with the curtains tightly shut and with hushed whispers exchanged in the darkness. Well, sometimes they weren’t exactly whispers.

The market was a common day trip, buying fruit or just frivolous items. You bought more jewelry for your wings under Steve’s encouragement, adorning a few of the ink black feathers with gold rings and charms.

But you wouldn’t use your powers. Besides healing a few bumps and bruises on the local kids that loved to play around the hut, you’d avoided casting even the smallest ball of light.

A part of you feared that, if you used them, it would awaken the Angel. The two were intertwined, in your eyes. One couldn’t happen without the other stirring to life.

You dreaded that two-week mark. So did Bucky. The few nights leading up to it were peppered with nightmares and restlessness.

“I can’t hurt anyone else,” Bucky had sobbed late one night, clinging to Steve as you prepared some tea. He’d woken all of you up in a violent nightmare, screaming and tangling himself in the covers. “I need to go back under, I-“

“What you need to do is breathe,” Steve had urged. “You’re alright. The Dora Milaje will be there, and they won’t let you hurt a fly. Besides, Shuri was almost sure her treatment worked.”

“I can’t trust ‘almost’,” he’d pleaded.

As you watched them, you’d had a moment of forgetfulness and had touched the searing kettle. Wincing, you flung your hand back, watching as the blistering receded in seconds.

Carefully lifting the teapot, you’d poured a cup and offered it to Bucky, running a hand through his hair.

“I know you’re worried, I am too.” Sighing, you plucked a bit of grass from your wing. “But we need to trust Shuri’s work. It’ll be ok. We can’t just go into cryo forever, love.”

It had been twenty minutes before you lulled him to sleep, and another thirty before Steve joined him.

But you’re too anxious to go to bed. Sneaking out of the hut, you stare out into the darkness. Some goats bleat, evidently disturbed by you.

“Oh, hush,” you whisper. “I’m just going for a fly.”

The goats don’t respond, blinking lazily. One bleats and bumps his feeding trough.

“No. The last time I got near you-“ You point at the goat, tone becoming accusatory. “-you tried to eat my feathers.”

He gives up, turning back to the covered area of his pen. Turning your focus back to the path in front of you, you stretch a bit, preparing for the flight.

You take a running start, barefoot as the soft earth slowly recedes from beneath you. Leaping up, you rise, powerful flaps propelling you skyward.

There’s no clouds tonight. Just stars and the bright lights of the city a bit of a ways away.

You veer towards the skyscrapers. It’s a few minutes before you’re in the heart of the city, narrowly turning between buildings and enjoying the cool air.

The lights dance in shimmering colors, and a few buildings have music pouring out of their doors. It’s lively, even this late.

You hear it before you see it. A soft thrumming from behind you. You flip over, slowing down until you’re upright.

It’s a hover bike, you think. When it gets closer, you recognize the rider.

“Princess,” you greet.

Shuri waves you off, chuckling at the formal greeting.

“You’re out late,” she comments.

“Could say the same about you.”

She shrugs. “Needed to clear my head. You, too?”

You nod. She leans on the handlebars, unfazed by the 300-foot drop.

“Are you nervous for tomorrow night?” The assessment. The trigger words.

“A bit,” you admit. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, or the Dora-“

“You don’t trust yourself.” You pause. She raises a brow.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you say. “Bucky and I- we don’t want to hurt anyone. We’ve done enough of that.”

Instead of offering pity, or a sympathetic glance, Shuri nods.

“I get that. But it’s not your fault.” There it is. You’ve heard those words so many times. But it felt like you, you were there, so it had to be your fault.

The princess continues. “I don’t mean that just to make you feel better. I mean, mentally, psychologically, it wasn’t you.”

She presses the bike forward, fast enough for you to comfortably fly beside her.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“The Angel of Death and the Winter Soldier aren’t you. You are your memories and experiences. Really, a person is their brain and consciousness. The body’s just a tool to keep you alive.”

“So, HYDRA took away the memories and experiences. They took away you. And in your place, they trained someone else with what was left. Just the fact that you’re worried about hurting people because that’s what the Angel did proves that you aren’t her.”

“I know you’ve heard it many times. I heard it when my Baba died. I’d thrown myself into my work, blamed myself for not creating a better suit for him.”

She lands the hover bike, and only then do you realize she took you back to the hut. The sun’s beginning to rise.

“But it wasn’t your fault. Really. Truly.”

You can’t come up with an argument. You chuckle, shaking your head. “You’ve got me there, Princess.”

She smiles. “I’ll see you soon?”

You nod. “Yeah. Tonight.”

And she’s gone. Speeding off far faster than her mother and brother would approve of.

“(Y/N)?”

Your boys are peeking out of the hut, confused and squinting in the growing light.

“Was that Shuri?” Steve asks.

“Yeah. Went for a fly, and she ran into me. Talked for a bit.”

You greet them both with a kiss, sighing into the feeling as the sun warms your feathers.

Bucky wraps an arm around you, clearly still just as worried as he was an hour or so ago.

“Tonight?” he asks.

You and Steve nod. There’s no postponing this, no outrunning it. Shuri was adamant that two weeks was the ideal period.

So two weeks it was.

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The trek up the hill was much worse than the weeks leading up to it. Rocky ledges offered little purchase, and moss caused your feet to slip every so often.

You used your wings to boost you and you went, charms jingling in your feathers. You’re accompanied by Ayo, an experienced Dora Milaje, and Steve.

The blond wasn’t supposed to join you. But she found it hard to deny his wounded puppy look when she tried to pull you and Bucky away.

“We’re nearly there,” Steve assures, traversing the steep rocks. You jump up a ledge, wings flapping wildly as you correct your balance.

There, in a clearing, is a campfire. It’s small, unassuming.

Ayo vaults up behind you with her spear. She gestures to the ground.

Once Bucky makes it up the hill, he sits with you. You take his hand, nodding in reassurance.

“Sergeant Barnes?” Ayo calls. “It’s time”

Bucky takes a deep breath, and you can practically feel the weight in his chest. His metal arm recalibrates, buzzing as the nerves fire rapidly.

“You sure about this?”

The warrior doesn’t back down. “I won’t let you hurt anyone.” Stepping closer, she begins.

“Желание, Ржавый, Семнадцать.” Her voice is quiet, but the words bury in your soul.

“It’s not gonna work,” Bucky whimpers. You almost reach for his hand again, but you know you have to let him do this.

Ayo pauses, but continues. “Рассвет, Печь, Девять, Добросердечный.”

You can see him struggling, fighting off the Soldier. When you glance over to Steve, he looks about ready to spring over and cover the brunet’s ears.

“Возвращение на Родину, Один, Товарный ваго.”

The last word is said, and it’s still Bucky in front of you. The exhale that follows his realization is broken, punctuated by silent sobs.

“You are free,” Ayo smiles.

Steve hurries over, embracing him and turning to you. You know it’s your turn. And if it worked for Bucky, it had to work on you, right?

Right?

[totally-not-deacon]

WIP Wednesday!!!

Tagged by @dalishthunder, and gonna bother @bokatan, @bardic-inspo, and @throughtrialbyfire!

So uh, I don't have writing in the traditional, fanfic, sense. But I DID get it into my head to work on giving Follower!Marasa a little gimmick. Thinking once a day, at an inn, you can give her some form of alcohol in exchange for a long-winded, rambling, (probably) intoxicated story. Some about her, some things she's seen/done, some just lore related stuff she's found interesting. Definitely gonna have that exaggerated, "the fish was THIIIISS big" kind of energy.

I'll go ahead and give you the (VERY rough) draft of the first story, and the only one actually partially in the CK now.

(BOLD is the Player response)

What, you want a bedtime story, now? Fine, how about this.

You ever been to Cyrodiil in the autumn? Gone stomping though the Great Forest to see the pretty leaves? Don’t. It’s cold. It’s wet. And it’s miserable. So imagine you’re me – you’ve been marching since the Dawn era, it’s raining, and you were dumb enough to drop your day’s rations in the mud almost twelve hours ago. As you can imagine, we were having the time of our lives.

But all of a sudden – like you’ve been blessed by the Gods themselves – the clouds part, and your superiors finally tell everyone to start setting camp. You could kiss them for this. Well, if you could reach, that is. And if you didn’t value your life. Yeah, best to hold off on that one, actually.

Anyway, we all go about, setting up tents and whatnot. Takes forever, the whole ground feels like it’s nothing but rocks with a thin layer of leaves on top. Not one of us was gonna sleep comfortably. Not that any of us cared at that point, could have strung us up by the necks if it meant we’d get a break from the officers barking orders.

Can we come back to this later? [EXIT]

Wow, alright. I’m sure we can come up with a time that’s far more convenient for you.

Are you going to get to the story part soon?

Okay, rude. As I was coming to, before being interrupted, these weren’t just rocks under the soil. They were bricks. We were setting up camp on top of some old town, or something. Wasn’t on any of our maps, so it must’ve been gone for a long while. Lots of places got wiped out during the Oblivion Crisis, so it was probably just one of those. Didn’t stop a few of the others from trying to scare some of the new recruits with ghost stories. One of ‘em kept saying something about the dirt, I think? I have no idea.

As luck would have it, I think I found the one flat spot in the entire clearing. The second that canvas was up, I was out. Surely I’d sleep straight into morning, right? Wrong.

Was it the Imperials?

Was it the – who is telling the story? That’s what I thought.

I wake up all of a sudden, it’s still dark out, almost dead silent. But I knew something was up. It felt like there were eyes on me, from – from all directions. I’m thinking we’re about to be ambushed, but I can’t even reach for my sword. In fact, I can’t move at all. It was like being paralyzed, but this was no spell. At least, I don’t think it was. So I’m stuck there, waiting for what surely must be the Imperials about to storm from the treeline at any moment. But that’s when I hear it.

Whispering.

At first, I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. It felt close, really close, but I couldn’t make out the words. It didn’t sound like it was coming outside the tent, or even, gods forbid, in the tent but… but beneath it.

Now I know you’re making this up. [1]

Look, I know how it sounds, but for once I’m not messing with you!

How much did you have to drink? [2]

Dead sober, sadly. We were all still pretending to have some level of decorum within earshot of the officers.

Then what happened? [3]

Finally, someone actually listening for once!

… [cont.]

So as you can imagine, I did not do much sleeping that night. I was already packing up by the time the sun started to rise. Couple of others were already up as well, and I think we could all tell. None of us had to say it. Funny thing was, we were all spread out through the camp, but somehow we all heard the same thing.

Once it looks like we’re about to move out again, I look back to where I had my tent that night, and I see one of the new recruits walking my way. And then… I didn’t. Guy was gone. Apparently fell through some rotten boards and down an old well.

Rotten boards your tent was on top of.

Uh-huh. Someone threw a torch down, trying to see how far down he was, but… it never seemed to reach the bottom.

Aaaanyway, take a stab at where they were lol

[3615rose]

A long recovery (Lu Four x Reader)

Tw : PTSD, past abuse from reader, reader is afab, and canon typical violence

You sat outside of the ranch for another sleepless night. Those were reoccurring more frequently these days, feeling back everything you his behind the walls you created.

Did you talk about this to the chain ? No. They all defeated a greater evil either being Ganon, shadow images of themselves or black magician, so being traumatized by its own mother is kind of weak.

With them, you forget most of your problems, and at the ranch, you would talk about aliens with Malon for eight hours straight if no one interrupted you. But there were those times where you felt on your own, against your own demon that you can't even defeat.

You aren't a knight in shining armor, or a blacksmith speaking in tongues, you're just a lost girl that nine guys kept along. Why though ? You weren't good in combat, just to make potion and healing, cleaning wounds before any fairies or potions.

At least you felt normal with Malon. You would both laugh at the cows that roamed at night in the farm, talking about books, different places you saw, how she loved Time too.

Drops of rain made you realize you were still outside, and the shining stars were hiding behind a large cloud, filled with electricity. You sighed again, leaving your mind wander.

With every drop, you relived each hit you mother put on you, with each roar of the distant storm, you heard her insult you. The hands would clasps around your neck until you were dizzy, your nose was broken more than enough to make you wake up from not breathing at night.

You hated sleeping since then.

So you were outside, and when your brain would calm down, the soothing melody of raindrops against the cows barn calmed you.

"Where the fuck are you ?"

You recognized that voice. One of the Link, Four to be precise. He was one of the guys that cursed the most too.

"Here. I am enjoying the rain."

With a korok leave he approached you, you were literally soaked in rain from head to toes.

"Are you fucking crazy ? You're trying for being sick the quickest ? Get back inside."

He was cute when he was angry, you always liked him, like a big brother that forgot to grow in size. But he was powerful when working on a sword, smithing like you never saw.

Now that you think of it, you liked being with him, the nice cut grass smell that lingered on his clothes, his expressive face with a big goofy smile when he was happy. You liked when he hugged you for the first time, you were panicked after cutting a bokoblin head. You liked it when he gifted you a small fairy he made with scrap metal.

For now, he was holding your wrist, putting you inside his workshop where the fire of the force felt nice on you.

"I'm gonna get your pyj and some towels, they're on the bed right ? Try to warm up during waiting."

He wasn't angry weirdly, more concerned. You knew it as he was the type to go nuts for the smallest thing, but here, he wasn't.

You looked at the flames, twirling in the oven, like a fragile ballet. Then it hits you again.

She's back, you weren't good enough so you had to put more wood in the fireplace, you burnt yourself, but no, it needed more. To be a grownup you needed to suffer. It was her words. Her shadowy figure taking your hand and putting it directly in the flames.

"Woohoo, are you with me ?"

Four was back with some towels and your nightgown. He was too nice.

"Yeah, excuse me... I was thinking."

You grabbed the first towel to dry the hair.

"Looks more like someone is having past events that haunts them"

You looked at him dead in his eyes. His wonderful blue eyes.

"And ? I didn't fight evil like you, it's only kids stuff."

He took a chair from across the room to bring it in front of you.

"Everyone have their inner demons. You can fight evil a thousand time, it won't change what you felt at this time and it won't help to bottle it up until it explode."

You ruffled your hair a little in the towel before putting it on the empty table next to you. It wasn't the cleanest place but it would do.

"All Smithy, that's the nicest thing someone said to me for a long time."

He laughed a little then almost laid back in the chair.

"Like 'You are one beautiful cuckoo with a nice hay hair'? Or more of 'you're a Malon my size I can protect'?"

You blushed heavily at this sentence. This is how he felt or these are only encouraging words ?

"I didn't know you were the romantic type little one."

He smirked then crossed his arms in front of him.

"And you didn't tell me it bothers you too. Should I deduce something ?"

You laughed back. He was a cunning one.

"Well, mister Link, you got me there, and by the time, I guess you weren't able to sleep too."

Now he looks annoyed, his usual annoyed.

"Nope, I was sleeping fine until your door slammed shut because you forgot to close the window and made some air."

Oh. That's the reason.

"Oh sorry then. How can I repay your lack of sleep ?"

He started to grin. And it was always a weird idea when he had this face.

"Well, now that you kept your room in the cold condition I won't let you get sick by leaving you to your room, what about sleeping in mine ? And if you get those bad dreams, I can be here to chase them down!"

You loved the idea, and even though your clothes were still humid, you jumped against him.

"Oh my knight in shining armor! I would be honored! Except if it... Embarrass you in front of the others..."

To your surprise, he hugged you and placed a kiss on your cheek.

"Who cares, they probably put a bet on who would got you first, but they doesn't understand the love, its like forging a blade it requir-"

You cut him off.

"OK now you'll put me to sleep just by talking about blacksmithing, keep it for the bed. Let's go and we'll see who took bets tomorrow."

You jumped off of him and laugh a little as the transfer of humidity on his tunic, he held your hand, and you kept your nightgown under your arm like you would go to a sleepover.

"Make yourself at home princess, I won't look trust me."

You waited to be sure he wasn't looking to remove some of your clothes. Checking him if he wasn't looking sometimes.

"Okay all done ! I can hide under the blanket while you put your pyjs on!"

He laughed again, silently to not wake up the others.

"Do as you like princess, its nothing you didn't see."

He kept his light pant and only the white shirt on as a sleeping gear. You asked yourself if he was feeling comfortable in it.

"Remember princess, if you feel like you have any problem, wake me up it won't be a problem."

You liked being called princess. And the warmth of his body against yours. Enough to make you forget that one time, someone wanted you dead.

Morning arose , and the lively chat was already spreading in the common bathroom upstairs. You were still sleeping against Four that held you softly, caressing your hair.

"Wake up sleepyhead, we'll miss breakfast."

You yawned a little and nudged against him.

"Please five more minutes."

He removed you from his embrace and stood up, buttoning back his shirt and putting on his tunic.

"Okay them, I get to eat your portion then."

You grumbled and left the bed too. Your hair was a mess.

"Let's see who got what and I'll ask a percentage of it."

He laughed again, seeing you as a grumpy bear before fixing a little your hair.

"That's my girl, we'll share then"

And the percentage was good, Hyrule lost to Sky, Wild to Warriors and Legend even gave some rupees to Four himself.

He gambled on this night. And you weren't even mad.

[platinumrosetail]

Book request

Yandere lmk x magi hinahoho twin reader

So it was during a fight in a Storm and fighting a enymy and she fall into the lyunreth the other and her brothers try to find it

She go though the lybresth against the enemy and win ( now for this it goin be water and plant powers cuz I don't know what else do she like yuni oni)

So her wepon was a a beautiful LOUTS flower pendeite

And when she won it her enyms in rage did a attacking but the labyrinth didn't like that and sent him out but gave the reader a extra reward for being kinda ( or punsmet lol)

So she gets sent to the lmk and she changes a little bit she still tall and buff but has LOUTS flower looks and her hair like a beautiful LOUTS poud and her smki like water and other stuff basically she look like a LOUTS godsse and she fall into the lmk world try to find a away back home and help her friends who she doesn't know don't want her to go and fell in love with her

I’m guessing you mean one with text for the conversation, “” this is what I meant but I’ll try my beast with this so I hope you like it! 😁

Warning: noob author, dark theme, yandere romantic characters, female!reader, and others.

Characters: various males.

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( fair warning, since your didn’t seem to have specify how far you wanted it to go I’ll just do 2 episodes of season one to help at least hopefully make it into a long post, and I’ll try to have the characters and reader have conversations, ain’t no guarantee but I’ll make sure to at least try and do that. 😅😁)

You wake up to bricking in a whisper like tone that you can only make out a few bits of; like “Who is she?”, “How is she as tall as sandy?” Which was random for you to hear cause most people would know how you’re so tall except for children of course and you also don’t know who this sandy person is.

“Um… who are you people and where am I?” I ask to the people in the room that was turned away from me though when I had spoken that seem to have alerted them on how I’m awake now.

“Oh! I’m mk, this is mei, pigsy, tang-” this ‘mk’ kid was interrupted by a pink pig like man.

“Kid! We don’t know if she’s a threat or not! So don’t go introducing us to her so easily!” He scolded the boy. I sweatdrop but understand the possible skepticism.

“ooh, but pigsy she seems like a nice person, plus we found her all alone and she could be like sandy all big but in reality a sweetheart.” Mk tries to justify which made pigsy groan before relenting.

“Fine!” Then he turns to me. “But if you do anything to mk and the others I’ll make sure you wished you were never born.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you for allowing me to stay here.” I thanked him politely.

after everything got settled with how i’m ging to sleep and how things run i began working for pigdy with mk and getting to know them all.

it wasn’t long for their supposed mayor and leader of this city to come visit the shop which i had found a bit weird and suspicious on how he came here all of the sudden.

the mayor spoke a few words to mk and creepily said “cause i’m the mayor!”  very loud with an insane look.he looks at me before he left and i got a chill as he does so.

when he was out of my vision i could still feel his eyes on me even if he isn’t there anymore.

“that was one weird mayor.” i say as i look back to where he left just to make sure he wasn’t actually there watching me with hios insane eyes of his.

“ehhh, he’s been mayor for a good long while so i wouldn’t worry about it, he’s done some good things to this city plus he usually not out of his office most of the time so if you’re uncomfortable then you’ll won’t be seeing much of him that much anyway.” mei says trying to ease my worries which helped with what it could.

“ok, i guess i’ll have to take your word for it as y’all been in this city longer than i have.”

“yea! and since i got this open to anything key from the mayor let’s test it out shall we!” mk suggested.

i worry they’ll get in trouble so i go with them just in case.

that worry was very much justified. mk and mei began opening a lot of things, some was things you shouldn’t open while others are things were empty thankfully.

mk even got a bright idea to put it to his head to see what would happen, i don’t know what had happened but it must’ve been something.

though soon after this red like person came in and demanded that we handed over the key, not likely as it might be used for something no good and would put many people in danger plus they seem to know him and don’t have a good history with the red boy.

all three of us battled the red boy until his own mother decided to join in on the fun of this battle.

sadly they now have the key to anything, which most definitely won’t be used to unlock any pet stores to see any puppies or cats.

we couldn’t get the key back so we just had to leave it at that, plus we can most likely defeat whatever comes at us for if it is being used by red boy, who i now know is called redson family.

What I didn’t know is that I seemed to have sparked a interest in redson.

mk was over at his mentor; monkey king’s place training and stuff when it happened. we had to faced this big shadow likle being that suspiciously looked like a monkey.

“shouldn’t we wait for mk?!” i asked mei as we all fail to defeat the purple and dark theme monkey beast.

“ehhh, i think we can handle it and if not then we’ll call  mk over to help.” i sigh before deciding to go help the bystanders to a safer place away from here not noticing or taking in account that i’m being watched.

after heling the bystanders, i soon joined up with the others and help them take down the monkey beast.

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“we should really call mk over now.” i say to mei as the beast took down the others and us which she finally agreed on doing thankfully.

(i’m doing this by memory so some things might be wrong than in the actual episode so please bare with me, thank you.)

It oddly enough wasn’t mk who defeated the monkey beast but a shadowy figure that also looked like a monkey; I wonder if that’s the famous monkey king.

“He that’s monkey king!!” Mk exclaimed before grabbing me and rushing off to his supposed monkey mentor. “He can finally meet you now, (Y/N)!”

“Hey, monkey king! I’d like for you to meet a new- wait you’re not monkey king…” mk stopped himself when he noticed the differences between monkey king and this newcomer.

“Uh- yea i get that a lot.” This new monkey squatted before introducing himself to mk and me. “But my name is macaque, six eared macaque actually.”

I was skeptical as tang never really mentioned about this sized eared macaque before or he musta forgot, that could be it and I’m just overreacting on this monkey fellow.

Mk started training with this new monkey acquaintances of ours as monkey king; i don’t really think this would be a good idea plus the advice that is most definitely not good advice coming from this dark monkey named macaque.

I sadly can’t really say anything as mk seem to get more dark than he actually is and that could react very bad on my end as well as make a scene but i do make sure to give him silent support here and there.

Though this feeling i had gotten proved to be correct about macaque being someone we couldn’t trust.

Macaque had betrayed mk and was truly after monkey king’s powers that was inherited from him to mk

I decided to help mk out as I had followed the two to were this beast was which was not some random dwelling beast but in fact a power of macaque that he had used to i guess have mk lured out so they can get buddy-buddy with each other to get macaques plan in motion.

“Spirit of nature and life dwell in my body and in case me into natures will, buer!” i chanted which had light in case my body turning my body.

Me and macaque started fighting each other as mk was busy trying to get himself unstuck from where he was trapped by his staff. Monkey king soon came in som show and is now helping me defeat macaque.

It was a difficult battle but we finally became victorious in it and mk even was able to help and get his powers back with encouragement words by monkey king which allowed mk to get his staff from keeping in place.

“Oh! Monkey king!! I would like for your to meet a new friend of mine, (Y/n)!!’ I look down art the monkey before giving my hand out for as handshake with the monkey king who also introduced himself.

“H-hi! Hi! Nice to meet another one of buds friends. You can call me sun wukong or just sun if you want, b-but monkey king is also aright, too!!” Sun blabbed on making me chuckle at his nervousness that is never thought he would have.

“Well it’s nice to meet you as well, as mk said my name is (Y/n).” I reintroduced myself for myself this time before me and mk headed i off to pigsy’s shop.

What i didn’t know is that every man i meet from here on out was going to gain a obsession with me and would like to keep me to themselves.

(A/n: hello!!! Hoped you liked it!!!! I don’t usually make things like this so i hope i did alright and hoped y’all liked it!! And this will be my big break of taking request for a long while, I’ll still post but for my little ideas and stuff and I’ll also be busy on Wattpad with updating my books so i won’t take any request for a long while until i see fit it’s time to start doing requests again. Also I’m burned out on lmk request so i won’t be doing those as much as you’d probably hoped for when i do post on here so please keep that in mind and even then when i do open my request again i would like for some of those request to not be of lmk as i want y’all to understand that i don’t just only do lmk ands know that lmk request would most likely burn me out so i hope y’all can understand that and hope y’all have a wonderful dayevening/night!!!)

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team prime but what they do at night when they can't recharge; I got this idea from a silly little idea that bots go to sleep like we do instead of just powering down.

I headcanon that bee would either toss and turn until settling into his back and stare at the ceiling, get up and go for a midnight stroll, hum/sing to himself, or play videogames when he can't recharge.

OP would do everything in his power to get back to recharge until giving in and either check up on his teammates (standing outside their door for a nanoklik before moving on) , read a data pad, or sharpen his axe.

It's a rare occurrence for ratchet to not be able to recharge as he's old and needs it, but he doesn't care so he stays up late filing or organizing data pads.

Bulk would sleep soundly but if he can't then he'll do the cybertronian equivalent for counting sheep, probably be careful as he can while trying to paint, or think up of cool ideas/stuff to paint tomorrow.

Prowl would turn onto his side and stare at the tree in his room with the available light in the room from the moon. Or get up and get some oil/something to refuel himself with, or think of things he normally wouldn't/doesn't get the chance too.

That's a cool idea.

I mean, the only transformers fandoms i was ever interested in were the 2 cartoons; Rescue Bots and now TFA. I actually watched the older season or 2 of Rescue Bots- there was an episode where one of the bots (Blades) was sneaking out and woke up another bot (Boulder).

So yeh, i think their recharge mode is more like a sleep mode on a laptop or pc. The sensitivity of it- as in what will wake them up from it- varies depending on the transformer itself. For example, one could wake up to a thud or a small sound and the other could sleep thru a storm or even an alarm.

I imagine Bee is the type to not need much recharge to function, somehow this mf is energetic almost all the time. Because of that, he won't be able to go to recharge at least once a week. His battery is just not drained enough. So what he does is he'll pull a gaming night or have a romance movie night. Or if he really wants to recharge, he'll drive around town and do some crazy donuts on the outskirts, anything to get his battery low enough to recharge.

Optimus is the type that is he's not recharging he'll get flashbacks to his life's mistakes. So if he can't recharge he will stay up and catch up on his reports if he hasn't done them. He'll go over his recipes, read a book or like you said, sharpen his axe. He will get everything he needs and walk out into the parking lot so the sounds don't wake up his team, sit on the shipping container and sharpen it while looking at the few stars in the sky.

Ratchet will absolutely pull an all-nighter organizing his files and med folders, a little less work for tomorrow... Most often tho he ends up sprawled at his desk at the end on the night. He didn't need recharge at that moment but he does need it after all.

Rarely Bulkhead can't recharge at night- recharging soundly is an effect of growing up on the farm where there was sound basically all cycle long. Those times he can't fall into recharge he'll just lay and imagine what pretty things he could paint. Or count Quarills to help him recharge. (A Quarill is a made up creature, i think it'll be like a 6-legged cybertronian horse, similar to Avatar's Direhorse)

Prowl is also the minibot of the team- although unlike Bumblebee, he's not all energetic and moving all the time so he's not burning his battery as much. It's often Prowl can't recharge, instead he will go out and refuel since his meditation makes him forget to do so during the day. He'll absolutely snoop around the pantry and steal something good to eat that he usually wouldn't. Other times he will sneak out and go on a nightly stroll around the parks and nearby forest. He's the one that is put on night patrols more often, in fact he asked Optimus if he could do them(it's quieter and more peaceful at night). So if he's not on night patrol, he will do the things i listed above.

Bonus: Sari will just eat all the fucking candy he father hid from her and snoop around the other parts of the tower that are still functioning. If she's having a sleepover at the Autobot Base she will go and seek Bee. They'll play video games or watch a movie Sari eventually will get tired, she's just a 10yo, and doze off on Bee's lap. Then he will bring her back to her bed and either go recharge himself or do what he does when he can't recharge.

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breathe.

description kyoya character analysis & some slight tamakyo. could be platonic or romantic take it as you will

genre: angst & hurt/comfort. kinda happy ending?

notes: why do I always project on this guy. anyway my therapist let me talk about him so now I’m having feelings. I did my research i promise i didnt just make stuff up for his subjects

edit: my therapist read it and said she loved it and then i had a fun time talking about what this meant lol

“Kyoya?” 

He jolted awake upon hearing someone calling his name, sitting up rather quickly from his place on the host club’s couch. How did he get there? He was sure, just a few minutes ago, he was sitting at the table, working—

He fumbled around for his glasses, now more concerned he didn’t have them on his face, when an outstretched hand held them for him. Looking up, he realized that blurry hand was an even blurrier Haruhi. Their eyebrows furrowed upon seeing his panic and they looked almost…concerned for him. 

Kyoya took a deep breath, allowing his thoughts to re-collect, and placed his glasses back on his face. Everything was much clearer, suddenly, and he looked around. The twins stood off in the corner, Haruhi sat on the edge of the couch he laid on, Mori and Honey, on the couch opposite him—why was everyone staring at him so intently?—and Tamaki…

Where was Tamaki?

“Take a deep breath, Kyoya,” Haruhi said, gently as they could. “You fell asleep working and Kaoru found you before the club was supposed to open, so Mori put you on the couch hoping you’d be more comfortable.”

“Supposed to o—Haruhi, what time is it?”

“About 4:30? We decided to just cancel today—”

“You let me sleep that—“ he started, rather irritated, but caught himself. It wasn’t their fault. It was his fault for falling asleep in the first place. There was so much to do in so little time and he had to make sure all of it was perfect. “My apologies, my anger is not directed towards you, Haruhi.”

“I…” They shook their head, contemplating their next words. “Kyoya, you don’t look-“

“Kyoya Ootori!”

He was in for it if Tamaki, in all his elaborate dramatics, was using his full name. 

The doors to the music room opened with a creak and in stormed a mess of blond hair and rather irritated violet eyes. Haruhi joined the twins, wanting to stay out of the way of the King’s fury. Mori gently placed his hands over Honey’s ears, trying to limit the noise while he slept as well. 

“What—” he started, swinging by the table and grabbing his open notebook, only to wave it in his face— “is this?”

His tone reminded him of one not unlike his father’s when he was in trouble for something, yet Tamaki was just louder. Kyoya hung his head. Whatever it was, it was well deserved, he was sure.

“I don’t have the patience for this today, Tamaki,” he muttered, rather bitterly. “I have things to do.”

He tried to reach for the notebook, but Tamaki held it higher than his arms could reach. This game? Really?

“You will not be working anymore today,” he said, rather matter-of-factly, like there was no argument to be had. 

He rolled his eyes. “I have things to do, Tamaki.”

“And they can wait until tomorrow!”

“No they can’t–!” He lunged for the book again and, to his dismay, he tossed the book across the room to Hikaru. The twins each got a devilish look, per their usual demeanor, and ran off with it. Haruhi followed suit, albeit much slower, while shooting him a sympathetic look. . Mori took that as his cue to leave as well, doing his best to carry Honey out of the room without waking him. 

They each stared the other down until the doors finally closed. The latch of the doorknob broke the tension long enough for Kyoya to look away and stand up, going back to the table he’d been working at during the end of school. 

“Kyoya, I mean it,” Tamaki said, much gentler, following him through the room. “You look horrible—”

“Thank you ever so much for the vote of confidence, dear.”

“Listen, will you!” 

Kyoya looked up from his things—calculator, phone, his other notebook for notes about the host club, his other other notebook for his German homework, physics textbook, legal pad full of his to-do lists—and glared at him. 

Tamaki rushed to sit in the chair next to him, hand ever-so-gently placed on his arm. “You’re doing too much,” he sighed, taking his hand instead of his arm. “I’m worried about you.”

He stared. He stared for a long moment, unsure how to react. It wasn’t too much—he was fine, really. If it was too much, he knew when he needed to take a break. Soon, they’d be on winter vacation and he’d stop studying in the weekday evenings until school started again. He just needed to keep up with the host club’s work, as well as his duties for his family’s company, and stay as far ahead in his schoolwork as he could. His grades had to keep him top of the class and the pressure from his father didn’t make that any easier, but he knew how to make it work. 

He took mental note of everything he had to do in the following three days down to the hour he was supposed to do it, and everything else was kept in a scheduling book he never went anywhere without. When time moved on as he planned it, things went as they should. Everyone relied on him for his ability to schedule and keep a cool head, so he would continue to complete his responsibilities as a son, student, and shadow president. 

“Kyoya?” Tamaki asked, pulling him from his train of thought. “Please. You’re falling asleep at the table because I know you’re not sleeping enough at night.”

 “And how would you know that?” 

He took a deep breath before proceeding. “I can see it in your face, Kyoya. There are bags under your eyes, you’re paler than usual—when’s the last time you ate?”

Thinking back for a moment, he tried to think of the last real meal he’d had—one of the guests brought him cookies and he ate half of one before giving the rest to Honey. The night before, Fuyumi brought him a snack when he was studying, but he only picked at it before throwing it out before he went to bed. Dinner wasn’t his favorite, either, so he didn’t have much then. 

“It doesn’t matter,” he decided, pulling his hand away from Tamaki to continue whatever he was working on before. What was he working on? There was his German assignment that was due at the end of next week that he needed to start, an English paper due after that, then the history homework that he didn’t want to do but knew it needed to be done anyway. That was the most boring, maybe he’d work through that first. Or would it be better to organize things by the due date instead of the subject?

Tamaki sighed and fell forward, sprawling his arms out over the table. He could sense the frustration he was desperately trying to bite back, but he was earnest about the fact that he was fine. “You’re impossible,” he complained, turning his head to look at him. “If you can’t beat them, might as well join them, no? When is this due?”

He gestured to the half-done homework in front of them. Kyoya sighed. “Thursday.”

“Oh! Well, that’s not bad. Two days from now—” 

“Next Thursday.”

“Kyoya. Why do you do this to yourself—all worked up over nothing—”

“It’s not nothing,” he muttered. 

“What was that?”

Frustrated with his nagging and inability to leave him alone, Kyoya decided not to hold back all his thoughts from the past several days (maybe longer). “It’s not nothing you absolute moron—you have no idea the kind of pressure I’m under!” he pushed himself away from the table and began pacing around the room, talking with his hands so much so he was sure he’d be in trouble at home if he did that. It wasn’t proper, no, of course not. 

“I’m constantly babysitting you, as well as making sure the rest of the club isn’t in trouble all the time,” he started—later, he’d hope he knew he didn’t mean that as harshly as he said it. “I have to be perfect to even be recognized for anything I do, and I have to work three times as hard as either of my brothers for my father to even notice me! There are some days I swear Fuyumi is the only one who cares about me, and she’s only around once in a while since she moved out! I was disappointed when I got an A minus on my math test the other day because I was frustrated it wasn’t any higher! I almost lost it during class when I got a B  back on an essay I tried my damnedest on! The only things that matter to anyone’s respect I crave are what I can do and how impressive can I be? And I’m—I’m tired of it, but there’s nothing I can do! Even if I tried to rebel I couldn’t let myself!”

He spun around at the last moment, gesturing to Tamaki to say something. He wasn’t sure what he wanted him to say, but since they were in middle school, he’d always known exactly what to tell him. It was Tamaki who brought him back to his senses when he needed it and always Tamaki who made him calm down when he was like this. 

Rather than saying anything, he slowly stood up and walked over to him. Before Kyoya realized what was going on, he felt Tamaki’s arms around his shoulders in a tight embrace. Even slower, his arms fell and rested around him as well. Despite how tightly he squeezed him, it felt like a breath of fresh air after being underwater for too long. 

It didn’t fix anything right away, but he didn’t expect it to. Just that opportunity to breathe was enough. 

Because Tamaki felt like home.

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List of my Van Kleiss Headcannons

(Hope you’ll enjoy this silly list )

1. During the first Nanite project, he was a lone wolf, always keeping stuff to himself, spending time alone. He probably preferred to concentrate on work rather than forming relations.

2. But that doesn’t mean he didn’t know what was going on around him. He enjoyed listening to gossips and accusations flying around. Van knew a lot about his coworkers. That came in handy when he wanted to gain something.

3. Van Kleiss gave others impression of being well organized, always having clean notes and important files on him. But in reality he was a messy thinker, his room was always filled with books and papers scattered around, while computer had hundreds of flies and tabs running.

4. His first months as Evo were really confusing. This was a time of figuring out how to use his powers, and that of course was a process of “fuck around and find out”. He made cracks in earth as he was walking, sometimes he would actually fall on accident. Flowers were blooming in his hair. From time to time, he would wake up tangled in vines and roots.

5. Weather in Abyssus was connected to his emotional state. Probably after the failed attempt at taking over United Nations, there were massive storms over Abyssus.

6. Speaking of that failed attempt. He was mad at himself for making mistakes and underestimating Rex. He had a chance of destroying the entirety of New York and make that his statement. But he was humiliated, and he couldn’t get rid of that feeling quickly.

7. I think he can replenish his energy in many ways, but he enjoys sleeping. As seen in one comic panel, Van has a very comfortable bed (like a princess should)

8. I don’t think he needed to consume food when he was still connected to the Abyssus. He just took the nutrients from the ground like a plant he was.

9. After every mission or encounter with either Rex or stronger evo, he always checks his clothes for any damage. And if he finds something, he makes sure to repair it.

10. He knows many languages, besides English and Latin, he also knew Dutch and language that was used in Abyssus.

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RWBY/X-Men crossover thoughts

So, I've been thinking recently about a "What if Magneto was Pyrrha's dad?" fic, what with the magnetism. And then I started wondering about just bringing all the X-characters into RWBY. (possibly in the wake of whatever shitshow the end of the Krakoa Era turns into.)

Now, on the one hand, it'd make sense to have all the Mutants be faunus, but I don't wanna go that route. So instead, various mutants have been appearing for all of Remnant's history. Some of them remember their past in the 616 universe, most don't, only having vague feelings of deja vu sometimes when meeting another mutant. Not that they're technically "mutants" here, as the X-Gene is replaced by semblances. So on the one hand, mutants are no longer hated and feared. On the other hand, they're living on a death world with an immortal being who controls an army of monsters. (It's honestly kinda nostalgic for the Arakki mutants).

So far, the only concrete idea I have for any of the mutants is Magneto being Pyrrha's dad, and Wanda, Pietro, and Lorna being her siblings (Fuck you marvel, Wanda and Pietro are his kids and they're mutants) I'm thinking that Charles actually was part of Oz's inner circle several lifetimes ago, and they tried using his telepathy (along with some kind of power amplifier) to tell a whole kingdom (or a chunk of one) about Salem. It went...poorly, and was a contributing factor in Oz's secrecy in the present day.

Other ideas:

Sebastian Shaw is one of Jacques Schnee's chief business rivals. Doesn't remember his previous life, other than the odd bit of deja vu, and having an instinctive knowledge of how his semblance worked as soon as it activated. Worked in either a dust mine, or a dust refinery, and his semblance activated during a workplace accident. Ghira Belladonna's chief competition in the "Remnant's Most Glorious Chest Hair" contest.

En Sabah Nur would be a relic of the early humans, before the gods wiped them out. He still sleeps beneath the sands of Vacuo (possibly along with his kids and wife). Could do something with the Crown from the two Team CFVY novels wanting to awaken him, rather than just restoring the Vacuan Monarchy.

Just realized that the Aura Transfer tech Ironwood was developing could've been developed by someone who studied Apocalypse's mind transfer stuff. Even though if this is krakoa era Apoc, he no longer needs to do that.

the O5 x-men would be contemporaries of team STRQ, along with the team from Giant Size #1. That's Cyclops, Jean, Beast, Bobby, Warren, Nightcrawler, Storm, Wolverine, Banshee, Colossus, Thunderbird, and Sunfire, which does make for 3 teams of 4, if we're assuming that all of them were students of the huntsman academies. Maybe they were all from the other 3 academies, with STRQ at Beacon? Though Rogue, Havok and Polaris throw those numbers off. Though Rachel and Betsy bring it up to 16, so i guess it still works out.

I personally would have Hank as part of Ironwood's inner circle after the fall of beacon, with both of them exacerbating each others negative tendencies. I like Hank's villain turn, and feel like it's a natural progression of his character since at least the 90s (Justice for Threnody, motherfucker)

I'd put the New Mutants as a bit older than team RWBY, probably around the same age range as Winter, Cinder and the Ace Ops.

That's Cannonball, Mirage, Karma, Cypher, Magik, Wolfsbane, Magma, Sunspot, and Warlock. Not counting Warlock (who I have no idea how to work him in) that makes 8. Kitty would probably fall into this group too

This leaves Generation X and Academy X as contemporaries of team RWBY.

this is the group I know the least about. But that would be Chamber, Jubilee, Monet, Skin, Synch, Bling!, Eye Boy, and Quentin Quire for Generation X. Maybe have them be upperclassmen to RWBY's freshmen

then Academy X is Elixir, Icarus, Prodigy, Surge, Wallflower, Wind Dancer, Dust, Hellion, Mercury, Rockslide, Laura Kinney and Wither. Anyone else from the X-Men training squads would fall in this age group too.

Deadly Genesis was obviously not a thing in this universe, and the only one of those X-Men I care about is Darwin.

Selene is...around. Honestly I think it'd be hilarious if she just hung out in the Land of Darkness, eating grimm and really annoying Salem, after they figured out that Selene couldn't kill her. She still busts down Salem's door to drain some of her life force occasionally, but honestly it's the closest thing to friendship either of them has.

Mystique predates the Great War, and does Huntress work occasionally, but these days she mostly stays home with Irene (At least that's the official story). No one knows if she's human or faunus. Her relationship with her biological son Kurt (we're going with Claremont's original plan here, Mystique was the 'father' and Irene was the mother) and her adopted daughter Anna Marie is...strained.

Fuck it, replace Glynda with Emma Frost, it's not like Glynda is that important in the grand scheme of things. (y'all know I'm right)

Characters I'm not sure what to do with:

Forge (combine him with pietro pollendina/have them be colleagues?)

the Stepford Cuckoos

Cable

Bishop

Sage

Toad

Dazzler

Boom-Boom

Stryfe

honestly, it might streamline things to have all the time traveler characters come from the same dystopian future

Rictor

Akihiro

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I was writing about Robert being upset because Giselle left the house after midnight to get a pizza she was craving while pregnant, and it got me thinking. How Adam was during Belle’s pregnancies (aside from the general worrying) Like they have people who could do it for them, of course, but was he often leaving the bed to get her tea or a random meal at 3am? or would she just go get it herself? would THAT worry him because “you’re pregnant and shouldn’t be on your feet 😠” idk basically just. asking about Adelle pregnant things 🫡

EEEEE!!!

i will say off the bat, adam is simply at his WORST when belle is pregnant. they get into The Most bickering matches during these times. it just so prominently brings out their biggest difference, which is that adam is a little ball of anxiety and belle is a free-spirited wild flower. now of COURSE, belle Does worry, she has concern over her family. (i think all the time about when maurice is leaving for the market and belle says “stay safe” like !! she does worry!!🥺) it’s just in general, and especially when she’s compared to her husband, she tends to think things will be Okay. for the most part. her worries are more situational. and with pregnancy she’s like “i’m young. i’m healthy. the midwives are unconcerned. we good 😌✌️” and if any of that changed she’d be like Oh Okay Noted🫡

whereas with adam, he just becomes so intensely protective of his family, because he never really expected to HAVE one (well, he definitely expected to have A Wife and Children™️, but he never anticipated actually CARING about them) so now that he does have them, and his heart is open and specifically beating FOR THEM!!! he just worries all the time :( and so when belle is PREGNANT it’s like!!!! AAHHH!!! he KNOWS his wife is still a strong powerful independent woman, but!!! there’s a Little Precious Darling in there now 🥺🥺🥺 and he doesn’t want anything to happen to either one of them!!! and he Knows this is a more delicate time!! even as capable as she is!!!! ESPECIALLY FOR THEIR FIRST HE IS JUST SUCH A DISASTER. AUGH. he always wants belle to rest and stop doing so much and just PLEASE try to act like SOMETHING is different!! but belle for the most part tends to carry on as if she’s not pregnant, as much as she possibly can, and that unfortunately infuriates adam 😮‍💨

as to your actual question, yeah belle definitely does that herself. very regularly. over time she does get more used to having servants but she never fully lets them do everything for her. but yeah!!! i actually have a fic of her sneaking down to the kitchen at like 4am because the baby was kicking up a storm and she couldn’t sleep. and she finds mrs. potts already starting the day baking something and they have a cute convo!!!!! the mother-daughter moment of it all!!!! anyway that’s this. but yeah she doesn’t bother waking adam up because she KNOWS he’d be like STAY THERE. I WILL FETCH YOU SUSTENANCE!!! (usually that means sending a servant to go get it. but i think he does get stuff directly sometimes, kind of just depends on if he wants to stretch his legs and/or needs A Moment to calm himself afjskdk) and she’s just like 😒😒 because she definitely would prefer the walk anyway. she’s a very active gal and i think the need for putting her feet up and all that is incredibly annoying to her. bed rest drives her CRAZYYYY my gosh. so adam just Reminding Her that she has to rest like, makes her want to strangle him <3 and if he Does catch her being on her feet when she shouldn’t, he always huffs and grumbles and she always glares and rolls her eyes in response.

NOW! that being said. pregnancy is a Journey and a Rollercoaster and i think there are definitely many times when belle is appreciative (and even demanding) of adam’s assistance. it PAINS her to ask for help, she’s just that independent of a person, but when she does, he’s always ready to help her and rarely gloats about it. like i have a scene in my docs that’s like, her Finally asking him to help put on her shoes. and he does it and then is like “i’m proud of you for asking! 🥰” and she’s like “yeah whatever 😒😒” lmao. he kisses her forehead and she HIDES HER SMILE BECAUSE GRRRR GO AWAY STOP BEING A NICE HUSBAND!!!! but then later she’ll be bawling her eyes out thinking about how all the autumn leaves are going away and dying and the weather is changing and that’s so sad😭😭😭 and adam will be there to hug her and remind her that they’ll come back in spring and by that time the baby will be here and you can show them all the flowers🥰 and then that makes her cry more because he painted such a sweet image in her mind.

belle’s pregnancies definitely always bring out a much much softer side to adam, as well. like YES he worries a lot and yes they bicker about it a lot, but he’s always such a softie for his darlings. they’re the only people that see him smile and laugh so much. so amidst all these worries and things, there are also so many soft moments too. moments of feeling the baby kick, of kissing her belly, of reading & singing to it, of day dreaming together about what this one will be like. fun debates like if it’s a boy or a girl, or what they’ll name them, or what color their eyes will be. (belle REALLY wanted them all to have adam’s blue eyes. but she had to wait til their last baby to get her wish🤧)

also especially the second and third pregnancies when other kiddos are involved. ESPECIALLY the third. renée is seven and FULL to the brim of opinions and questions, and both adam & belle love talking to her about it. i have a wip that i genuinely don’t know if i’ll ever finish or publish because it’s just adam & renée walking and having a back and forth conversation about the third baby. and renée just keeps asking questions so idk how it’s ever gonna end. that castle is full of hallways, and renée is full of words. they could do this forever. but it’s a fun character exercise <3 anyway, juliette as always is quieter in regards to her future little sibling, but belle cherishes the moments when jules will quietly put her hand on her bump and listen for her baby sibling. even in her less expressive face, belle can see her eyes light up when she feels the kicks and wiggles 🥹

i think this fic is a good example of what life was like just before their third was born. it includes good Adam Worrying™️ and them bickering, as well as the girlies being very cute 🥰🥰🥰

i also currently have a wip set when belle is newly pregnant with juliette, and she’s very nauseous (i think the nausea was Really bad for her for all 3 pregnancies 😭 but it only lasts for the first trimester. then she’s mostly okay besides usual tired/aches/cravings. but i can get more into that on another post 💖) anyway she’s very nauseous + renée is a BABY (when juliette is born, renée is freshly 2. so for the pregnancy she is. not even 2 yet 😮‍💨) so yeah it’s just adam taking care of his beloveds, mainly. adam does go get some tea for her in that one. actually you know what?? i should just go work on it so i can post it!!!! i’m gonna go do that 🏃‍♀️💨

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rambling about blindrry since we got so much of Eddie last concept day? 🤲🏼

YES YES YESSSSS!!! I LUV RAMBLING ON ABOUT MY TROPESSSS

Okay so he’s such a mushy lover ☹️

And like he used to be such an asshole but got so so mushy once he met y/n so now he’s just a big teddy bear :((

Pulling out ALLL the pet names he can just because he loves having someone to call them

“I missed you puppy”

“Come cuddle me, baby”

“Please hand me the remote, I’ll die if I hear Mickey Mouse one more time, darling”

“Love you, sweetheart”

“Why don’t you join me in the shower, angel?”

“Morning, sunshine. Breakfast is ready, baby, c’mon.”

And he’s so the type to just make a “cute” little pet name out of anything

“Let’s go lay down, squish, I’m tired.”

“Could you pass me Storms stuffie, angel face?”

“Missed being in your arms, snuggle bear”

Like it’s so gross and sappy sometimes but y/n has to get over it because he’s just happy to have her and can’t help but gush over her with the gross pet names

And he definitely does it for the boys too

And he definitely calls her the weirdest pet names trying to be flirty and stupid

“Mornin’ angel tits”

“Come help me, sexy mama” and y/n can never contain her laughter when he does stuff like that bc it’s just so ridiculous that someone’s she can’t believe its coming out of her husbands mouth but 99.9% of the time he he a stupid goofy smirk on his face

And I know he LOVESSSS getting into her phone just to do stupid shit like change his contact name from “H💘🥰” to “hubby 🍆💦😺🍑👅”

And he’s so cuddly 😢

Pushing her onto any plushy surface he can get to just to wrap his arms around her, rest his body as close to hers as he can get, and shove his face in her neck or on his chest

And any time he can she has to be holding him, his cheek smushed onto her shoulder with his arms around her anywhere they can get while she rubs his back and plays with his hair, his shoulders sagging and his legs barley holding him up

And he’s def cold 24/7

So he’s always trying to push his hands up y/n’s shirts so he can steal some of her warmth, and when he’s home he’s always in pajama pants or sweatpants, a sweatshirt covering his upper body, thick socks, and if he’s really cold he’ll wrap up with a blanket

And in the winter he’s always complaining, his nose pink 24/7 from how cold he is, and he’s always laying on heating pads and getting heated blankets so he can stay warm during the colder months

And I can see him getting so anxious every time he gets a hair cut, because for years and years now he’s been keeping it long and trying to keep it around shoulder length but then gets too busy to cut it so it always grows longer so he get used to the longer hair

So when he gets it cut just brushing his shoulders he has a mini freak out and he’s like “what if it looks so ugly and it’s terrible and you hate it?”

And y/n is of course like “you’re dramatic, babe. You get it cut this length every time. Maybe get it an inch shorter this time since your hair grows so fast.”

“You’re the one who has to look at me?! Is that even going to look good?”

“It’s going to look just fine. Your hair length doesn’t matter.”

And he swears he hates the feeling after a hair cut since he’s not used to it but y/n catches him playing with it all day long and as soon as she laughs or he feels her staring he shoves his hand back down

And I feel like hes SOOO funny 😢

Like when him and y/n are down in the kitchen for some midnight snacks once the babies are in deep sleep y/n is literally just crying laughing the whole time and trying not to wake the babies up with her laugh

He can make anything out of a joke

And he’s so dramatic and any noise she makes that is above the volume that they instantly tune into once the kids are asleep he is silently yelling and acting so dramatic- which only makes her laugh harder

And when he’s sleep deprived he gets almsot sleep drunk so he’s doing the weirdest shit and fake fighting the air in the kitchen and crying laughing after, holding onto the oven bar, trying not to be loud with a cookie half chewed in his mouth

He just acts so stupid, how could you not laugh?

And he is so dirty 😢 but also loves some harmless dirty jokes

Like anytime they are alone he’s grabbing at her chest

And if he has something like a doctors appointment or anything like for a simple cold or even a check up and she asked “how did your appointment go, babe” because maybe she couldn’t go for some odd reason

He’s like “oh, they told me if you rubbed your boobs in my face I’d be cured”

And he’s always trying to pull her into his showers

Because he likes cuddling with her under the warm water because then he won’t be cold but he also gets to feel his wife wrap her arms around him and cuddle into him without any barriers stopping him from her skin touching his

He’s definitely a skin on skin man

Like he needs it to have a good cuddle session or to calm down, anything like that

He’s such a big baby :((( I love it

He needs a bit of skin to skin every now and then during a before-sleep-cuddle-session

Just because he loves her touch so much and hates to have anything stopping him from fully indulging in the feeling of her touch

And he needs all clothes to be off during sex- that’s why quickies aren’t usually his style, he’s rather wait for the perfect time than fit a moment in where he isn’t left fully satisfied with touch

He needs to feel their thighs sticking together and the touch of a sweaty hand, their chests pressed together, any body part that would happen to graze him he needs to feel it unfiltered instead of through a shirt, same goes with him touching her, he needs to feel the soft skin of her arms, her nipples brushing against him, her sweaty and sticky thigh peeling from his, her hand grasping his shoulder, her teeth biting at him

And I’ve been thinking about this recently

But I lowkey feel like blind Harry would be into a little piss play 👁👁

Like I feel like he definitely loves to piss inside of y/n when he feels needy

But I’ve also been thinking about him not being so subby

Like I think it’s a 60/40 things

60 percent of the time he’s subby and wants to be taken care of and be babied by his wife like he deserves

But the other 40 he wants to pin his wife to the mattress and fuck her until she can’t form a sentence

Mainly when he’s stressed though

Which is probably a lot because he does run his own business

Okay

Okay

I’ll shut up

I can’t think of anything else but this is probably a lot

Send in more!! I’ve still got to reply to a lot of you, ily 😢😢