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Pregnancy Headcanons: Mystic Messenger

I’m a sucker for prengancy-related headcanons/one-shots/roleplays. I’m weird I know. Anyway here are some pregnancy headcanons for the RFA (slightly nsfw)(obvious spoilers)(Cussing)

Order: Yoosung, Zen, Jumin, Jaehee, Seven, Saeran, V


¤ Oh our little innocent cinnamonbun Yoosung isn’t so innocent

¤ Infact, 4/5 times he initiates the frickity-frackity

¤ Just so happens, though, that condom was expired

¤ And it was evident when it had broken

¤ And he had begun to panic

    × “it’s leaking- Wait it’s leaking, MC it’s leaking what do we do? Ahh-”

¤ He ended up running out and buying like 5 pregnancy test

¤ But the baby factory doesn’t work like that so they all came back negative.

¤ So he thought you were fine

¤ Until two weeks later when-

     × “Oh my God, MC are you okay? You sound like your dying”

¤ You made him buy more pregnancy test

    × “But the 5 you took before came back negative”

¤ He ended up buying 7 more, cause

    × “One of them could be faulty”

¤ You took 7 test, 5 of which back positive

¤ So Yoosung begun freaking out even more

    × “MC I’m so sorry I should have checked the expiration date this is all my fault”

¤ You couldn’t help but laugh

¤ That laughter quickly turn to tears because holy fuck your having a tiny human.

¤ Cue more panic from Yoosung

    × “MC?? No MC don’t cry or I’ll start crying too! MC”

¤ And here we have two crying grown children

¤ When the two of you finally calmed the hell down you begun to talk about it

    × You both came to the conclusion that you both weren’t ready for a responsibility of this magnitude and that the best option for the child would be for them do go into adoption

¤ Despite all that, Yoosung still did everything to make you comfortable

    × Mc.Rognalds at 4am? He’s got you covered. 

    × Extra pillows, even if that leaves him with none? Alright. 

     × Missing out on the most important, once in a life time quest, just so he can cuddle when you ask?

          € “Sorry guys, I have to do something Irl”

¤ When you *finally* go into labour, he freaks out, and you end up having to call the ambulance because he’s not calm enough to take you himself.

¤ Labour ends, and he probably won’t be able to use that hand for a while

¤ And then the doctor asks a simple question

     × “Would you both like to see the baby before signing the adoption papers?”

¤ You both kinda look at each other, silently deciding.

¤ And then he nods, and you nod, and the doctor goes off to get the baby.

¤ The baby is completely healthy. Perfect weight, and with bright violet eyes and just a little (H/c) hair.

¤ And as you get to hold the baby for a few minutes, he kinda just stares in awe.

¤ And the silence is broken

     × “MC”

     × “Yeah…”

     × “They… they kinda look like us, huh?”

     × “Mmhmm. They have your eyes”

     × “ And your hair… MC?”

     × “Yes, Yoosung?”

     × “Do you maybe wanna keep them? I mean I know we’re not really ready but people aren’t always ready, and maybe we can do it”

¤ And that was all it took.


     × Yoosung has joined the chat

     × Mc has joined the chat

     × Mc: As many of you may have known, I was pregnant for the past 9 months

     × Zen: wait what?

     × Jaehee: I don’t believe you informed us

     × 707: Lololol they didn't 

     × Mc: Great news:

     × Yoosung: We’re keeping them!

     × Yoosung has left the chat

     × Mc has left the chat 

     × Zen: They’re joking right?


¤ Oh boy

¤ It was a common wonder if you were pregnant with this one.

¤ Because it was constantly

     × “Condoms can take the pleasure out of sex”

¤ That and birth control was a difficult thing to remember.

¤ So you kept a few pregnancy test

     × More like a box filled with them

¤ So when you took 2 test, and they both came back positive, you weren’t shocked

¤ But you decided to tell him in a more fun way

¤ So you bought baby carrots, a baby bottle and a pacifier 

¤ But when you got home, he was already there

¤ And holding a stick with pee

     × “Mc are you pregnant”

     × “Yes”

¤ You were disappointed because you had bought so much stuff to surprise him and he had found out in other means.

¤ But then he hugged you

     × “Mc I promise I’m going to be the best father that I can be, and I’ll always support the baby”

¤ And aww Zenny

¤ And then he proposed

     × “I know I don’t have a ring right now but marry me please”

     × “Of course”

¤ And waterworks come in, and well yeah its a happy day.

¤ He still does his plays, but will call you at every minute of the hour to make sure your okay


     × “Zen where are you going?”

     × “Don’t worry, I’ll be back in a few minutes”

¤ Gets introuble alot, until he finally explains to the director whats going on

¤ When you go into labour, he’s in the middle of the real-deal play

¤ So his phone isn’t nearby

¤ When he finally hears the message he freaks out and runs to the hospital

¤ like litterly runs

¤ He gets there just on time, and won’t stop apologizing

     × “MC I’m so sorry, you know the premire was today and I didn’t have my phone on me”

     × “Stop apologizing and get over here”

¤ Push

¤ It’s a healthy baby.

¤ You got to hold the baby for about a minute before he starts complaining

     × “Come on MC I want to hold them too”

     × You’d glare at him “I just pushed them out of my va-jay-jay after holding them in my stomach for 9 months, I believe I can hold them longer than a minute”

¤ A happy little family


¤ It wasn’t like you two were trying

¤ But you weren’t not trying either

¤ It was more of a if it happens it happens thing.

¤ So when it happened you were happy.

¤ You, ofcourse, went to the doctor first and got yourself checked

¤ And yep, 4 weeks pregnant.

¤ You managed to convice the doctor to give you a sonogram right there and then and you got a copy of it

¤ Now to tell Jumin

¤ You made his favourite dinner, made the table look nice.

¤ Four plates, one for you, another for Jumin, one for Elizabeth and finally one for the unborn child

¤ On the plate of the missing guest, the envelope that had the sonogram layed there. 

¤ When he gets home and dinner begins he’s absolutely confused 

    × “MC are we expecting guest?”

¤ Finally he notices the envelope, and becomes more curious

¤ He looks over at you, and you give him a nod that screams “Just open it already”

¤ So he does

¤ And he kinda stares at it for a while

¤ And you can’t read any emotion on his face

¤ And there’s just silence

¤ Until

    × “Is this a sonogram?”

    × “Yes”

    × “Is this your sonogram”

    × “Yes”

    × “Did you hear that Elizabeth 3rd? You will be a sister" 

¤ He eventually gets up and gives you a nice little kiss, that though it’s not too long means alot

¤ It’s joyous moment

¤ Low key scared that he will end up like his father

¤ When you find out you comfort him

     × ” Your father is your father, and you’re you"

¤ Now this boy will not let you do anything

¤ Right after the dinner, he hired a maid specifically for your needs only, durring the day time

¤ And at night when you get your cravings, he will get anything needed

¤ Well he won’t, but Jaehee will.

     × “Assistant Kang, I need you to buy some cheese with barbecue sauce and peanut butter”

     × “Mr.Han its 3:45 in the morning, where will I find that-”

     × He’s already hung up.

¤ And oooh boy, that baby hasn’t been born yet and already its been spoiled rotten.

¤ A nursery fit for royalty.

¤ Best toys

¤ And not to mention appointments 10 times a week

¤ Only the finest of doctors for his baby

¤ When you’re close to the due date he finds a way to work from home

¤ He convinces you to get a C-Section so that it doesn’t pain you as much

¤ Jumin Han? More like Daddy Han

¤ He won’t stop posting pictures of the baby and Elizabeth 3rd on the messenger


¤ It happened while you two were on a break. 

¤ An open break

¤ And you were… well… drunk

¤ Pretty much a one night stand with no protection

¤ Eventually you an Jaehee did get back together like a week later

¤ And a week after that you weren’t feeling so hot

     × nausea, hungry, moody

¤ Felt like your period but the blood was missing

¤ Eventually Jaehee took you to your doctor.

¤ Your doctor ran the same test 5 times

¤ Finally they simply asked you if “You had been sexually active with a male”

¤ To which you reply no

¤ And a few seconds later Maybe/Yes

¤ Jaehee just like ??? What

¤ And then the news

     × “MC you’re pregnant”

¤ They leave you two alone to talk because he knows something happened

¤ There was silence for a few minutes

¤ And then you could hear Jaehee choke back a sob

     × “MC I thought you would have been different… I thought this would have been different”

¤ You begin to explain to her how it all happened and when

¤ It makes it better but not completely okay

¤ It takes a few months for her to completely over it 

¤ Once it gets to that point, shes ecstatic over the baby

¤ She always seems to have just what you need 

    × “Jaehee do you mind getting me a-”

    × She passes you a pickle covered in Nutela

    × “Thank you”

¤ When you go into labour she gets a call at work.

¤ Actually she gets 6 missed calls from an unknown number before deciding to pick up.

    × “Excuse me, am I speaking with Ms. Jaehee Kang?

    × “This is she”

    × “I am calling about Mc, she seems to have gone into labour early and you are the number marked into her emergency contacts- hello?”

¤ She was at the hospital faster than the speed limit allowed.

¤ After, of course, informing her boss

¤ She knew just how make you comfortable and not get her hand squeezed near broken by the end

¤ Your really exausted so she’s actually the first to hold the baby.

¤ They’re small, and a tad underweight but otherwise healthy.


¤ The thing is, you two have gotten frisky even when Saeran was home

¤ And anytime, everywhere

     × “Why can’t those two shut up for just one night”

¤ So the reality was, you getting pregnant was expected

¤ Except it never happened

¤ Because you, my dear, where as infertile as a mule

¤ Pregnancy was a difficult thing to achieve

¤ So babies didn’t seem like a possibility

¤ Until your boy Saeyoung came home wiTH TWO BABIES IN A BASKET

     × “Saeyoung is that what I think it is?”

     × “ If your thinking about babies, then yes”

     × “Idiot brother”

¤ So your a mom now

¤ He had gone ahead and bought the babies toys, and bottles, and food, and milk and everything necessary for a baby

¤ He always was the one to get up when one of them began to cry at night

¤ Even if you insisted that you had it

     × “Saeyoung I’ve got it”

     × “Go back to sleep, I’m already ready”

     × “But Saeyoung-”

     × “No cuts, no buts, no coconuts”

¤ He would always post pictures of the three/four/five of you together in the chat

     × Saeyoung: And in this picture we see my 4 favourite people

     × Zen: I still can’t believe you adopted 2 babies out of the blue like that

¤ Apparently your infertility wasn’t so infertile afterall

¤ Oops your pregnant

¤ When he finds out he’s excited 

¤ Cause like

¤ Three babies

¤ He lets you do even less than before 

¤ Once your big enough he won’t even let you carry around the babies

¤ You would use the cravings as a way to get him out of the house and carry the babies.

¤ He builds like 15 robots to play with the babies

¤ He buys like another ton of toys

¤ Not to mention he gets to prepare the nursery with time this time

     × Cat themed by the way

¤ When the third baby comes, you leave the other two with a panic-y Saeran 

¤ Speed limits are no limits

¤ After the baby is born, Saeyoung gets Saeran and the two babies

¤ Takes a family photo and posts it on the chat along with a “lololol”

  ÷ BONUS ÷

          × 707 has joined the chat

          × 707: Lololol look at my 5 favourite people

        × Attached is a photo of Saeran MC and three babies

          × Yoosung: Did you adopt again?! 

          × Yoosung’s Questionmark emoji is attached 

          × 707: Lolol nope

          × 707: This one was all me and MC


¤ You could hardly call that sex

    × It was more like “lets see how fast we can fuck before Saeyoung gets back”

¤ You found out like a month later at a physical.

     × “Congratulations MC you’re pregnant”

¤ As soon as your out, cue panic.

¤ A baby??? A baby was not part of the plan

¤ You took the bus home because you needed to think this over, without the Choi twins knowing just yet

¤ An hour later your home

¤ Surprise: Saeran isn’t, and Saeyoung is kinda just looking at you weirdly.

¤ Saeyoung finally tells you what happened

¤ Those fuckers hacked into your medical files as soon as your appointment was over to make sure everything was “Just Fine”

¤ It wasn't 

¤ Pregnancy hormones started kicking in, and there were tears

¤ Saeran just happened to walk in at that moment after calming his own nerves

¤ There was more panic because he didn’t know how to comfort you.

¤ Eventually he pulls you aside into your room, hands you a tissue and waits for you to calm down.

¤ When that happens (like an hour later) he kinda just sighs and tries to work things out

     × “I know we didn’t plan this, but I know you’ll make a great mother, I’ll try to be a good dad”

¤ Comforting but he’s High-Key scared.

¤ When it’s all sort out he’s actually really cute 

× Low key loves to talk to your belly

     × Complains but always does what you ask him to do 

          € He would say “Mc It’s 3:47 in the morning where am I going to find that?” While he’s getting dressed.

     × Protective over you and the bump.

¤ When Due date comes he can’t stay in the room with you. Your screams almost give him a panic attack, so Saeyoung goes in his place while he stays a good 2 hallways away.

¤ When the baby is there, and he kinda just stares at it.

     ×"Its so tiny and chubby”

¤ But he immediately falls in love with them.

¤ He’s scared of carrying them

     × “What if I drop them?”

     × “You won’t”

¤ Eventually he does, while sitting next to you in the bed.

¤ Saeyoung ends up snapping a selfie and BOOM family photo


¤ Blind sex was great

¤ For all you kinky bastards its like a perpetual blindfold

¤ But blindness has its disadvantages

¤ For example: if your blind, you don’t notice when the condom’s broken

¤ Just so happens that’s what happened to our dear V

¤ And that became evident a week before his surgery

¤ On the pregnancy test 

¤ So instead of telling him, you decided to wear a shirt that would read out “Your going to be a father”

¤ Because whats better than the first thing you see after being blind for who knows how long being that your going to be a father 

¤ But that quickly backfires once he’s told that he can’t take off the bandages for three days

¤ And he takes them off at two

¤ And you don’t have the god damn shirt on

¤ And so the water works begin

¤ And so does the confusion and panic

     × “MC why are you crying? Aren’t you happy?”

     × All that be heard is incoherent crying

¤ And once your calm…enough… you explain

     × “It was supposed to be a surprise, the first thing you saw was supposed to be the shirt”

     × “What shirt?”

     × “The one telling you you were gonna be a dad”

¤ And boom the surprise was out.

¤ And holy fuck he was crying

¤ And not out of sadness but out of happiness 

¤ Cause not only did he get to see, he also got the best news of his life

¤ Next thing you know your pulled into a hug

     × “MC thank you, I love you! Thank you so much”

¤ He was supportive as hell

¤ Boy got you as many things as he could

¤ But due to his recent achievement of sight, he couldn’t get you it all

¤ There were certain things, like driving or walking in the night, that just weren’t safe enough for your liking

¤ So you’d ignore your craving until morning

¤ But he always made up for the time needed to get them by going to EVERY SINGLE APPOINTMENT YOU HAD

¤ Still it was helpful to you to have him there

¤ He takes so many pictures of you like there’s no tomorrow.

¤ You and the belly

¤ Everywhere

¤ You both agree a planed C-Section is the best choice, less pain, and less shock and panic than if your water broke

¤ When the day came, you both drove there

¤ He couldn’t stop talking about the unborn yet baby

¤ Once you where brought into the room

     × “Sir, I’m sorry you can’t take that camera into the opertating room”

¤ Someone isn’t getting invited to the next RFA party

¤ The baby was slightly underweight but beautiful none the less.

The Sidra Coffee Shop

So I saw this post about Rhysand flirting with Feyre and I thought I might write it. Sorry if this turns out bad, another writer could do a better job than me. Hell, someone probably already has. Anyway I hope you enjoy!

It was Sunday morning and I was in my favourite coffee shop, The Sidra. It was named after the mighty river that ran through the centre of town. It was said that when we were invaded, the river rose as if in answer and wiped out the forces of the invading army and saving the city. You could see the river from my view of the window seat, it was an image I was trying to capture desperately in my sketch pad. 

I took a sip from my smoothie before grabbing my pencils and shading the jasmine flowers that bloomed along the riverbank. The whole atmosphere was pleasant, sitting in the rather rustic coffee shop, a faint moody dancing around the room, quite Sunday morning chatter in the background. I was quite content to spend the rest of the day sitting on the little wooden bench sketching. 

I had just finished capturing the image of the cafe chairs that adorned the edge of the Sidra, imagining how it would have rose. It was something I wanted to paint, I could almost imagine wolves jumping out of the very river itself and taking soldiers to their watery graves as they fought to protect their city. When a shadow fell across my page causing me to jump.

Startled, I turned to face the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He had silky black hair and a muscled chest, from what I could see of how his shirt hugged his body, but it was the bright violet hue of his eyes that enticed me the most. 

“Hey,” I started. “Can I help you?” I was a little confused at why this man was here beside me, I really did want to finish this drawing but he seemed to have other plans.

“Well, darling, as it is you certainly can. I was just admiring your drawing skills from that table over there,” he gestured behind him, “and felt that you should know that it’s  almost as gorgeous as you.” 

“Um… Thank you, I guess,” I was unsure of what to say so I took a sip out of my strawberry and dragon fruit smoothie. 

“Also, darling-,”

“Feyre,” I interjected.

“Well then, Feyre darling I was wondering if you have wifi?”

Who the hell was this guy, asking if she had wifi. All I wanted was to finish my sketch in piece.

“No,” I said and I turned back to my drawing.

“Well,” he drawled from beside me. “That is disappointing because I thought I felt a connection. I’m Rhysand by the way.”

“No sorry, no wifi here. Though I’m positive your friends must be missing you,” I said as what I hoped was a subtle dismissal. Apparently I had no such luck.

“Your jumper is perfectly stunning, did you know that?” He comments. 

“Thank you,” I simply stated before turning back to my drawing. After about five minutes he walks away. Muttering a short goodbye as he left. I turned back to my drawing an odd feeling surrounding me. I sort of did a double take, today was turning out rather odd. 

It wasn’t ten minutes before I was disrupted again. What the hell was with everyone this morning? Why couldn’t I just be left in peace I thought. 

“Well hello, gorgeous,” he whistles.

I made a point to ignore him, carrying on with my attempt to capture the rest of the perfect image before the rest of the public rose from their beds. He just sits down next to me. He’s wearing a black hoodie and jeans.

“Nice outfit by the way, you look absolutely delicious.” 

“Thanks,” I reply. This was the oddest Sunday morning I had ever had. I took another sip out of my smoothie letting it wash around my mouth before trickling down my throat.

“Like you just walked off the runway,” he goes on. 

“Thanks,” I reply curtly. “Again.”

He throws some more odd compliments my way before heading off in the same direction that that Rhysand bloke had gone in. I turned around catching the tail end of their conversation. There were five of them in total.

“…way, she didn’t even blush. I’ve never met anyone who has resisted my manly charm that easily before.” The hoody guy states.

“Well Cassian, it seems you own Amren ten bucks. I told you she wouldn’t give you her number,” Rhysand drawls.

“Cough up boys,” the small one says. Her quick silver eyes flash over and meet mine and she smirks. 

“Nah ah ah,” Rhysand smirks like the cheshire cat. “I made no bargain or bet.” 

“No but you did say you would get her number and it seems you failed,” the blonde one perks up.

“Look,” he growls. “I’m just interested in her okay, lets not make a big deal out of it.” He picks up his coffee and takes a gulp. It’s black, the worst kind of coffee in my opinion. When I drank it I felt like I was choking down tar. So those men were trying to flirt with me? God, I feel so stupid.

I finish with my drawing, the crowds now to thick to properly capture the original image and pack my stuff away. I walk over and pay the bill, I’m about to leave when a thought strikes me. I may as well have a little fun with this situation they have given me. I stalk over to Rhysand, grab a napkin scribble my number down as he stares at me, fold it up and shove it into his chest before pecking him on the cheek and sauntering towards the door. 

Right before I set foot out of the cafe I turn around to see the whole bunch bent over double laughing all except Rhysand who is grinning from ear to ear and the small one, Amren, who catches my gaze and smirks at me knowingly. With that I walk out of the cafe and down the street, a small part of me hoping for a call from the gorgeous, violet eyed man I had just encountered.

I take no credit for the idea behind this piece, that should go to @greenfire2908art. I hope you enjoyed reading it. I’m sorry for the poor quality of writing I wrote this at midnight and now can’t be bothered to reread it and edit my mistakes. Yep, I’m lazy like that. I hope it’s somewhere near what you hoped for @greenfire2908art sorry if it’s not up to the right standard. I thought I’d give it a go though anyway. 

After Hours - Yang’s Perfect Score

Hello again! So it took a while to get to the next one of these, but this is an idea that came to me a few days ago and it’s mostly just about how amazing Yang Xiao Long is. Honestly, the more I write her and think about her, the more I realize that Yang is really the best kind of person. 

Anyway, thank you for reading and for the support on the previous two pieces - it really means a lot and these are so fun to write and just clear my head with. Without further ado - I hope you enjoy :)

If she had come out of the bathroom a second later, she probably would have missed it. Instead, Blake was privy to the sight of Yang with a piece of paper in her hand, her scroll in the other as she took a selfie with a huge smile on her face. It wasn’t even a typical Yang Xiao Long smile. This one was more…innocent and childish. Almost giddy – it looked quite nice on her, but Blake had no idea where it had come from.

The smile vanished a moment later when Yang realized she’d been caught. The lights were low in their room as night continued to settle in over Beacon. Ruby and Weiss had raced off to the library – Weiss furious over a low by her standards score on a surprise history exam. She’d sworn to spend her entire night studying and they’d learned early on in their time as teammates that if Weiss said she was going to stay up all night studying, odds were she would.

That’s why Ruby had gone with her, determined to make her come back to the room before curfew so she wouldn’t end up sleeping in the book stacks again.

Freshly caught and suddenly blushing – Blake was extremely intrigued by her partner who quickly tucked the paper away and threw her scroll down as if it were on fire.

Blake was never one to press. Yang knew she’d been caught, so Blake gave her a lingering look before sitting down on her bunk and lying back on the pillow.

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Rosewood Anemones Chapter 1

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3,232

Story Summary: Living as a woodworker crafting furniture and nicknacks in the small town of Elysia, Sorey lead a peaceful lifestyle. Pieces came and went along with customers, most never leaving a lasting impression. Never could Sorey have imagined the day a beautiful boy, with knowledge of ancient history rivaling his own, would come in to order a coffin. 

Notes: Ggggaaaaahhhhhh over a month of sitting on this secret project with all of two people I could scream to. But I’m finally beginning to post and holy shit does it feel good. Some of you may recognize this from a post way back when by the lovely @amarietie​, who is too fricking awesome for letting me take to writing it. Okay, I’ll stop my screaming there (for this post anyway). 

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uhhh the AU where Lucy joins Sabertooth?

Idk y’all I know not a damn soul follows me because of Fairy Tail but like, it’s ending and I’m a fucking mess of emotions so please just hang with me for a bit and then I’ll get back to stuff people actually want.

Anyway, let’s assume Sabertooth had been around when Lucy was looking for a guild to join and she picked them instead of Fairy Tail, shall we? Here’s a little snippet of that scenario wherein Lucy, Sting, Yukino, and Rogue come across some members of Fairy Tail and maybe possibly pick a fight with Natsu

Tell me what you think I guess? Again I know none of you signed up for this so sorry just let me get it out of my system

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Maas University Snippet

He cast an artist’s eye over Caius. He was rather pretty; straight nose, high cheekbones and raven black hair with bright violet eyes. He practically oozed sensuality. He’d be perfect. How good are you at providing a distraction?

anonymous asked:

"Shit, are you bleeding?!" Feyre and Rhys please :)

I’m sorry I really want this to be angsty ish so I changed the dialogue to “Shit, you’re bleeding!” :p 

I hope that’s okay :) 

Feyre sat back against the velvet couch, rubbing her pregnant belly softly. Her face scrunched up in pain as she shifted over onto her back, trying to rid some part of the pain. 

She had been getting cramps all morning and, she admits, she was scared. She had never had cramps before throughout her whole pregnancy but she didn’t want to think too much of it anyways. Rhys just so happens to have some High Lord duties that he had to attend to immediately, as reluctant as he was to leave her, so she was home alone.

Feyre shifted over onto her side, shutting her eyes.

Maybe I’m going into labor?

No, you’d know when you’re going into labor, her mind seemed to reply. 

Feyre sighed as she realized that was true. She would know if she was in labor and this definitely was not it. 

Maybe I should just sleep again. The pain should wear off.

She shut her eyes reluctantly as she fell asleep.

Rhys walked into his Velaris home that he shared with his mate. He hated leaving her that early in the morning, mostly because he had to get out of bed while she laid there looking so delicious. Even when she was pregnant.

“Feyre?” Rhys called out throughout their rather large cabin.

No reply.

He stepped further inside, tossing his shoes off before unbuttoning a few of the stone buttons of his Night Court top.

“Feyre darling?”

No reply.

Huh? That’s weird.

Rhys felt his heart beat faster as he rushed towards the living room.


No reply.

He passed through the doorway into the living room as he saw his mate laying uncomfortably on the couch, her eyes clenched shut in pain as her hand rested on her large stomach. There as sweat sliding down her forehead but she seemed to be asleep.

“Feyre,” Rhys frantically made his way to her, shaking her arm to wake her up.

“Feyre. Wake up. Feyre!”

Her eyes snapped open as a groan left her mouth immediately.

“Rhys. It hurts.”

“What hurts, Feyre? Tell me,” he murmured, cupping her face as her face was scrunched in pain.

“Feyre. Please. You have to tell me what’s wrong.”

She said nothing as she only leaned further into his hands. A strangled groan left her lips as she bit down onto the skin of his hand.

Rhys didn’t waste another moment as he picked her up in his arms, prepared to winnow to the healers’ house just as Feyre let out a wail of pain.

“N-No. It hurts. Don’t winnow, it hurts,” she kept repeating.

Rhys suddenly felt something drip down his arms. He looked down, seeing Feyre’s pants soaked in blood. 

“Shit, you’re bleeding!”


Rhys couldn’t think of anything else other than her and their unborn child as he ran towards the front door, practically kicking it off its hinges as he unleashed his wings. He shot up into the air, flying faster than he had ever had in his life. 

It didn’t take him long to land outside the healers’ house, kicking that door open too. 

“I need help. NOW!” Rhys shouted in panic as he felt tears fill up his eyes. 

He looked down at his mate who was starting to fall unconscious. 

“Feyre. Feyre darling stay with me. You’re going to be alright. And our daughter is going to be alright.”

It only took moments for the two healers to take Feyre from his arms, carrying her towards a room. Rhys rushed to follow them only to be stopped outside the room. He growled at the female healer.

“You can’t go in. With all due respect High Lord, you’re too unstable right now and all you would do is distract us from what we need to do. We will call you when we know you’re calmer or when the High Lady is stable.” she finished, shutting the door in his face. 

Rhys growled as he let out a frustrated scream. But he couldn’t do anything. It was true, what she said. He’d just be panicking in there.

Mother, please let my mate be alright. Please. 

He paced the floor as he heard Feyre’s strangled groan every once in awhile through the wooden door. He shut his eyes as he leaned his forehead against the wall.

Nuala and Cerridwen appeared on either sides of Rhys, their shadows barely visible. It was Nuala who spoke.

“Would you like us to call your brothers, High Lord?”

“Yes,” he paused, his voice cracking as he felt the first few tears slide down his cheek, “Please. Yes. And tell them to be quick.”

They left with no reply.

Cassian slammed the door open to the healers’ house as he saw Rhys sitting on their couch, his face buried in the palms of his hands and his shoulder shaking. 

“Rhysand,” it was Azriel who spoke from behind Cassian.

It was rare they ever saw their High Lord cry, let alone sob this way.

“Where is she, Rhys?” Cassian asked just as another one of Feyre’s pain scream sounded across the small house.

Cassian pushed back his long hair as he sat beside Rhys, Azriel following suit as his shadows lightened slightly.

“What happened?”

He shook his head as he looked up, his eyes bloodshot red.

“I came home and she was there on the couch. She was sweating and groaning in her sleep like-like,” Rhys paused, “I-I picked her up and she started bleeding and I don’t know what happened. I flew here and the healers took her. But they won’t let me in. They said I’m too unstable and I would only make a mess of things.”

“That’s true,” Cassian muttered, trying to lighten the mood only to receive a glare from Azriel. 

Rhys ignored Cassian’s comment as he turned to Azriel, “What do your shadows say, Azriel.”

Rhys was desperate. Anything. He wanted to know anything he could right now.

“They say of no death. Only life.”

Rhys sighed in relief as he slumped back against the couch. Cassian and Azriel glanced at each other as they heard another one of Feyre’s pained moaned from the room.

Cassian got up as he knocked on the door, a healer opening it immediately.

“How is she?”

“The baby is much stronger than we thought with Made and High Lord blood. She has to birth her now. The High Lord may come in now if he is no longer unstable.”

“Cassian!” he suddenly heard a yell over the healer’s shoulder, “Get Rhys in here. Please,” Feyre pleaded as the Army Commander nodded immediately.

He didn’t even have to turn before Rhysand barrelled past him, cupping Feyre’s face and pressing his lips to her. 

“I’m here. I’m here,” he kept repeating as Cassian shut the door to the room, leaving them to what they need to do.

“She’s coming. And if something happen-”

“Nothing is happening to you. I swear it. I swear on the Cauldron nothing is going to happen to you,” Rhys repeated over and over again as he shifted over to sit behind Feyre, his legs bracketing hers.

Before she could reply, another wave of pain hit her as she yelled. Her nails found purchase on Rhys’s arms as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

It didn’t take long from there as Feyre pushed their daughter out, her cries filling the room. They were both elated, happy that their baby was alive only for Feyre to suddenly lose feeling.

“Rhys, I can’t stay awake. I feel-”

“No. No,” he cupped her face as her eyes kept dropping close, “Feyre stay awake. Feyre!”

She fell into the darkness from there.

Rhys didn’t even think twice as he grabbed the closest sharp object he could find and cut his wrist. He immediately pressed it against Feyre’s lips, hoping that his blood could give the same effect hers did to his.

Mother, please. Please. Please. Please.

Rhys was crying. He didn’t care who saw. He didn’t care if everyone knew all the way to Amarantha’s grave. He just wanted his mate back. She couldn’t die, Azriel said she wouldn’t. 

One of the healers quickly made her way to Feyre as she check her. 

“She’s alive. But barely. We may have to give her some sleeping herbs and let her body heal herself.”

“How long will it take?” Rhys asked, his slightly swollen eyes looking into the healers’.

“We won’t know. But this is the best chance we have. Even with your blood.”

Rhys nodded reluctantly as he felt his hear fall. He let the healer do her thing, desperate for any form of reassurance. 

He got himself out of the bed, as he tried to concentrate on other things. Like his daughter who was crying while the other healer cleaned her up. Rhys wrapped his bleeding wrist with whatever he could fine nearest to him, which happened to be a towel next to Feyre.

He made his way to the crying, smiling down for the first time today at the small girl wrapped in a dark purple blanket. Her bright violet eyes staring up at him as her cries died down.

“Hello darling,” he whispered, letting the healer wrap his bleeding wrist before picking her up.

“Your mom is going to be just fine. She’s going to join us soon.”

Hopefully, he thought as he prayed to the Mother once more.

He rocked the little girl in his arms back and forth as her eyes drooped close. He felt his heart swell in happiness as he kissed her forehead.

Oh, Feyre. You should have been the one to hold her first.

Rhys sat uncomfortably on the small chair besides Feyre’s bed. The healers decided to keep her here for the time being as they wanted to make sure nothing happened. Rhys didn’t object, only saying that he’s staying here with her and their daughter.

He held Feyre’s hand in his two large ones as he stared at her sleeping form. Her chest rising and falling. It had been two days since the incident and she was still asleep. He prayed that her Made body would help her heal faster.

“You should see her, Feyre. Her hair is just like yours and she has your nose,” he muttered, leaning his forehead against the side of the bed.

“Please, wake up,” he whispered, his voice cracking. 

“DId you expect me not to?”

Rhys jumped from his seat as he stared, wide eyed, at his mate’s smiling face.

“Feyre,” his voice cracked as he cupped her face, “Feyre, Feyre, Feyre.”

Tears fell from his eyes as he pressed his lips against hers. She kissed back softly, her body still weak but awake.

“Finally,” he muttered, “You’re awake,” he sobbed against her neck as he laid down on the small space beside her.

Feyre kissed his forehead softly as she muttered an I love you to him.

“I was so scared. You were bleeding and screaming and-and they wouldn’t let me in. Then you gave birth to her and I thought it was all okay then you fell unconscious. I tried giving you my blood but that didn’t work out well and they had to give the sleeping herb. A-And Feyre,” he sobbed, “I didn’t know what to  do. I wasn’t ready to lose you. I won’t ever be ready to lose you.”

“You’re never going to lose me, Rhys. You know that,” Feyre whisper as she felt her own tears well up.

Rhys quieted down after a moment as he left kisses all over Feyre’s neck and face.

“Where is she?” she asked with a small smile, his arms still tightly wrapped around her form.

Rhys smiled at Feyre as he sat up, “I’ll get her.”

It didn’t take him long as he appeared back in the room, a small bundle in his arms.

Feyre reached her arm out as she smiled at Rhys.

“Let me see her.”

He passed their daughter into her arms as he sat next to her once more. He kissed her forehead softly, burying his face in her hair.

“I didn’t want to name her yet without you.”

“Luna. Her name is Luna.”

Rhys grinned as he kissed Feyre’s lips softly.

“She’s going to be so spoiled by all of us.”

Feyre laughed, “I hope Cassian doesn’t get her anything stupid.”

“You know he will,” Rhys muttered as everything went back to normal.

I’m sorry it’s not that great. I just wanted to put something out there :) I hope it’s good enough!

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Chamber Visits Part 1

Puzzleshipping with @soukaina-roch

Yami paced the main entrance of his personal chamber that dwelled deep in his mind within the puzzle. The walls dark, detailed with hidden symbols and pictures of his past that have yet to be unveiled. His arms crossed, his fingers tapping impatiently as he awaited his partner.

Every once in a while the Pharaoh’s partner will come to visit him as he sleeps. Weather it be able an up coming tournament, a new enemy, or in this case just to spend some time together. Yami couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous. His partner had told him that he wanted to talk with him about something but he couldn’t figure out what it could possibly be.

Yami was quickly drawn back to reality when he heard the large main door open, echoing throughout the walls of his mind. He smiled gently, letting his figgity hands fall behind him. He took a step forward, meeting his partners bright violet eyes.

“Welcome Aibou.” was all he spoke.

“Like so many other things, it all began with a dance.”

It’s the night of the Ouran ball and you’re more than excited to see what the night had in store for you. You were wearing a beautiful outfit, your hair finally obeyed you and did exactly what you wanted, and you were surrounded by your friends. The only thing that could possibly make it better would be to have your crush by your side. The orchestra was playing and everyone had begun to dance. You were looking around, watching as couples joined together, when you felt a tap on your shoulder. “May I have this dance?”

Tamaki: You met bright violet eyes with your own and you couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, you may.” He bowed to you before gently grabbing your hand and whisking you away. “You look absolutely stunning,” he whispered as he pulled you close and you couldn’t help but blush. “Once I saw you, I knew I had to ask for your hand before another did.” “You didn’t have anything to worry about, Tamaki, I only came with my friends,” you told him and he smiled, twirling you before pulling you close to him again. “That’s a relief. But maybe you’d consider leaving with me?”

Kyoya: His dark eyes searched yours for a moment and you nodded. He smiled a bit and took your hand, leading you to the dance floor. His hand rested on your waist, yours on his shoulder, and your other hand was intertwined with his. “You came alone,” he stated, and although you knew it wasn’t a question, you nodded. “I did.” Kyoya hummed under his breath, turning you gently, before he leaned closer to you, his breath tickling your ear. “I guess today’s my lucky day then.”

Hikaru: You spied the blushing ginger and quickly nodded, giggling when you spied Kaoru giving him a thumbs up from the corner of your eye. “Of course, Hikaru.” He was a bit stiff at first, unsure of what to do, but you enjoyed it all the same. “I’m sorry I’m not very good at this,” he muttered, but you only smiled. “I think you’re doing just fine,” you told him, and he looked a little surprised before he smiled back at you. It was enough to get him to loosen up and he gently guided you all over the dance floor, one song gradually turning into the next; not that you minded, of course.

Kaoru: His cheeks were a little pink as he held out his hand, but you take it without any hesitation. “I’d love to, Kaoru.” His grip tightened around yours and he took you to the dance floor, holding you closely while you danced. “I’m glad you said yes,” he murmured, and it made you smile. “There’s no one I’d rather dance with,” you admitted, and his cheeks flushed. He couldn’t help but smile back and you gently rested your head on his shoulder, knowing this was a night you’d never forget.

Honey: You smiled at the giggling boy and took his hand. “Of course, senpai.” He whirled you around the room happily, making you feel like you were floating on air. It wasn’t the most put together dance, by any means, but you were both having so much fun that neither of you cared. Finally, he pulled you closer to him, attempting to have a real slow dance with you. It made you blush, but you followed his lead, your cheeks further reddening as he said, “you’re cute when you dance, but even cuter when you blush!”

Mori: You were surprised to see the tall host in front of you, but you quickly nodded. He gave you a half smile and he led you to the dance floor, guiding you into a waltz. Mori turned out to be a great dancer and you quickly forgot all the other people around you. All you could see were those intense eyes of his. Suddenly he pulled you closer, letting your head rest against his chest, and you blushed. You were surprised to hear his heart beating fast and, as if he read your mind, he leaned down and whispered in your ear, “you make me nervous, too.”

The Eagle of the West and the Bear of the East (RusAme Avatalia AU)

Word Count: 13,169 (rest available to read on FF)

Summary: The Avatar, born as an air nomad, had long been accustomed to doing things his way. He left his tribe to complete his Avatar training as he saw fit, mastering firebending and even earthbending, most difficult element for airbenders such as himself. But to truly master waterbending, to properly maintain balance in the world, he has been told there is only one with the skill (and endurance) to teach him. They call him the Bear of the East, a formidable bender named Ivan. But the Avatar may gain more than just training from this skilled master with the amethyst eyes.

 The Eagle of the West and the Bear of the East

 Wind whipped at his cheeks, burning his exposed flesh as he cursed these low temperatures for the eighteenth time that morning. All around him, signs of winter’s true encroachment made their presence known. His return to the Western Air Temple had been as successful as he could have hoped; he had gathered information and obtained a way to act upon the advice he had received. But it filled him with a melancholic weight to go back there, to hear everyone ask if he was returning for good, if he had learned the error in his ways. The Avatar had returned to his birthplace in the west, but only for brief guidance on how to proceed.

 It had begun in the Earth Kingdom. There, with its multitude of resources, scholars, scrolls, and masterful benders, Alfred had sought to complete his training. Unfortunately, his impatience and stubbornness had outweighed his reserve and that of all who came into contact with him. He was told to return home and embrace the instructions he had spurned all those years ago. And there, he addressed his current dilemma.

 To be a fully realized Avatar, he needed to master each element, be able to manipulate the very seams of their world to his desires. Fires raged and extinguished themselves in time with the sway of his fingertips; the ground cracked beneath the lightest of his steps. Before even all of this, he danced on the very whispers of wind, letting it carry him to the clouds.

 But the source of all life remained elusive. Despite earth being his natural opposite, it was water that proved difficult for him to control. Everything about it stumped the Avatar; he himself would perspire after several minutes of trying to keep a sizable volume of water suspended before him. Soon, it would slip from his grasp, splashing against him to wash away some of the sweat, but none of the frustration.

 But there were no benders who wished to teach him. Many instructors who came highly recommended ultimately gave up for this reason or that. And that was how he found himself seated on a bench beside an open air market within the Norther Water Tribe, seeking audience with the man who would be his last resort. The Bear of the East, he was called, though the explanations for such a name varied. Some say it was due to the furs he wore, others claimed the name came from his ferocious nature, others still attributed it to his moody temperament. Whatever the case, he was said to be something of a master and, just as importantly, was never one to back down from a challenge. Any fight, mission, job of any kind, he was too stubborn to refuse and, even if it took months, would continue to work at it until it was complete.

 That kind of sheer bullheadedness was just what a man needed to work with the Avatar. Or, so he had been told.

 He shivered slightly against the growing chill. Summer was over and autumn was brief; this far north, winter would be arriving quickly and powerfully. The people milling around him, bundled up in white furs and pale blue coats, did not seem to mind as much. For all the wisdom of hundreds of past lives, Alfred had not shown much prudence when selecting his clothes. He was dressed in a motley of articles acquired from all his travels; as a result, he looked to be from just about everywhere: the Earth Kingdom of Ba Sing Se, the Fire Nation, the Western Air Temple, and more recently, the Northern Water Tribe.

 The Avatar glanced around, the crisp wind ruffling the stubborn strand of hair atop his head. How long was he expected to wait? Hunching his shoulders up, he rubbed his hands together, back and forth, the friction and his bending causing smoke to rise between his fingers. Ah, much better. So engrossed in his newfound warmth, he did not at first notice the large shadow looming over him.

 “So you are already a firebender.”

 His hands flew apart as his head whipped round, eyes darting all around; he did not have long to look, for the person before him was hard to miss. It became clear in that instant that the meaning behind the Bear’s name could plainly be attributed to his size. Alfred had never seen anyone so large before in his life; the Bear towered over his place on the bench, his already massive frame exacerbated by the layers of thick furs he wore. Bright violet eyes met his own blue ones with almost alarming ferocity and assuredness. A thick travel-worn scarf was wrapped snugly about the thick column of his neck, nestled above broad shoulders. His arms were crossed, stance full of judgment.

 This giant of a bender would be his teacher.

 “Are you,” Alfred began, but paused. He had never learned the man’s first name. There was only one way to go from here. “Are you the Bear of…the East?” It sounded absurd to even his ears.

 The violet eyes of the hulking giant narrowed infinitesimally. “You learned the elements out of order,” was all he said in answer. His voice was deep, rumbling, full of surety.

 Alfred grimaced, but nodded. He would not be cowed to the hidden accusations. “Yes. I did. And I’m glad for it.”

 “You were supposed to learn water first,” the Bear pressed, not about to be deterred.

 Alfred’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Water wasn’t going so well. But I’m here now, and I want to learn.”

 “You need to learn. It is your duty.”

 They stared at each other for a long moment. Around them, members of the Water Tribe went about their day; gondola riders glided silently through the water while, on land, a few necks craned as their owners walked by, curious as to the exchange between the odd duo.

 “I’ve been told you’re the best to go to,” Alfred began. “I need a teacher and, well, isn’t it a sign of how capable I am if I can learn in whatever order I want?”

 The great Bear seemed unimpressed. The corners of his thin lips were pulled down in a frown that had not quite left him since he first spoke. His full face gave off very little of what he was thinking, it seemed to Alfred, who always found it hard to read people.

 With little warning, the towering man turned his back on Alfred and began striding away. Alfred gaped after him; the Bear’s long legs and loping strides brought him almost around the corner in a matter of seconds. His head of silvery hair turned, then, a single violet eye peering at Alfred. “Are you coming?” he said coolly, his soft, deep voice barely carrying.

 The Avatar scrambled, hurriedly collecting his bags and jogging after him. “Say, uh, I didn’t catch your name,” he panted as he caught up. “Think I should know what to call you if you’re going to be teaching me.”

 “You can call me Grandmaster Ivan,” the Bear, Ivan, said simply, not slowing or looking at Alfred.

 “Grandmaster? So you’re an actual teacher?” Alfred had conjured up an image of a lone rogue bender who got in a lot of professional fights, or was a member of the army, or perhaps a royal.

 “Clearly. And I will be teaching you. But first, you need to get proper clothes. You will not be warm enough dressed like that this far north.”

 Alfred excitedly waved away the comments. “Airbenders can re-”

 “Can regulate their body temperature, I know,” Ivan cut in, nodding. “But you will not be doing any other bending besides waterbending while you are learning with me.”

 Alfred stopped in his tracks as they were halfway across a bridge. Water sloshed beneath them as gondolas glided slowly through the waterways. Alfred clutched his beloved glider as he stared in incredulity. “Aw, come on, now, there’s no need for a blanket ban on all other bending!” he said imploringly.

 Ivan shook his head. “Immersion is the best way for you to learn. You should have mastered water first anyway, so if you did it properly you would not be using any other bending anyway.” He turned away as Alfred stomped his foot in protest, teeth grinding. He continued giving Ivan a thorough list of exactly why he should be able to use his other bending all across the bridge, down several streets, and to the stall where Ivan carefully purchased thicker clothes for Alfred to wear.

 “From now until the end of your training with me,” Ivan said firmly, pushing the thick coats, shirts, and so forth into Alfred’s arms. “You are a waterbender, and a waterbender only.”

Alfred’s free hand felt warmer and warmer by the second, and he was sure the simplest movement on his part would have half the Northern Water Tribe melting in seconds. Alfred did not come quietly; rather he muttered in a very carrying voice all his protests, which fell on deaf ears. When he was level with Ivan, he caught sight of his expression and realized none of his bitter rantings seemed to be having the desired effect.

 Rather, the Bear was smiling.

 “Something funny?” Alfred demanded, the bottom of his glider clacking against the compact ice and snow they strode on.

 “Not at all,” Ivan replied with that same amused look. He walked on, throwing a few curious glances at Alfred’s glider.

 “It expands,” Alfred explained after the fourth look. He demonstrated, the apparently long thin plank of wood folding out to reveal sprawling wings. In a burst of pride and forsaken modesty, Alfred added, “Now watch.”

 Ignoring Ivan’s claim of “I know what it does!” Alfred grabbed tightly onto the wings, gave himself a running start, and kicked off. Through the cool northern air he flew, up over the streets and sparkling white rooftops. The sun flashed in his eyes where it danced in the rippling river water as he rose and dove, twisted and turned. The chilly air bit at his exposed cheeks, turned the back of his neck to ice, but even then Alfred felt alive, exhilarated, rejuvenated such as he had not during all his time of waiting for the Bear to show up. Even with the powers of all the elements at his disposal, Alfred felt most alive when in the air.

 He smiled cheekily and waved down at Ivan as he passed over him. Suddenly the towering figure did not look so imposing from up here. Now he was but a blur of blue and purple hues topped by a shock of silver hair. Though it was hard to tell from this distance up above, Alfred thought perhaps Ivan looked something close to awed.

 When he’d had his fill of showing off, Alfred gradually lowered himself and came in for a smooth landing fifteen feet from Ivan. Some of his earlier wonder was barely visible beneath his renewed sternness. “Very good, if you can control the air. That won’t help you much with water, though.”

 “Not unless I can just fly over it,” Alfred pointed out smugly as he folded his glider once more. His cheeks were burning with cold, reddened from the wind whipping at them. As they resumed their walk, Alfred let his bending keep himself warmed inside. Beside him, Ivan looked equally unaffected as if he could do the same.

 “But you cannot as a waterbender,” Ivan reminded him, leading them through a small yet ornate gate that brought them outside the main walls of the city. “Put those on,” he added, nodding to the clothes, now slightly chilled from where Alfred had discarded them on the ground for his little flight session. Alfred did so, with much protest and hardship. Big as they were, the clothes were difficult to put on over his other garb, and by the time he was done Alfred felt exceptionally stiff.

 Ivan watched all of his struggles with mild amusement. “You can change out of your other rags when we get to the house,” he said as he once more turned without warning and walked on. He decidedly ignored Alfred’s rants and protests as he led them down a tidy winding path out of the main city that traveled through a quaint smaller village area. Further and further it stretched, giving way occasionally to stretches of empty fields and one large lake. Some of the water was frozen over, though enough was thawed where fishermen clad in the traditional blue of the Water Tribe were pacing. It was near this lake that they went, Alfred now several paces behind Ivan as he craned his neck every which way to take in all the sights.

 They arrived at a small wooden house bearing intricate wood detailing around every corner. Just beside it was yet another, single-story wood structure that looked to be about a quarter the size of the main house.

 “This is where you live?” Alfred asked in open disbelief. His lips were turned up in a wry smile. It clearly wasn’t big enough to be a proper school and had all the homey touches of being someone’s private residence. “Kind of imagined something bigger or darker for someone who gets called the bear.”

 “I did not think up that name,” Ivan replied, gathering wood from a nearby fire before opening the door. “And you’re the only one to call me it to my face.” He hefted up the bundle of wood as he stepped into his house, carefully tugging off his boots.

 “Guess I’m just full of surprises for you, huh?”

 “Not really.”

 “What!?” Alfred charged after him, only to be dead stopped by a large hand against his chest. “Oof!” he choked, stumbling back. Vaguely he wondered just how dense Ivan had to be not to be moved at all by that.

 “Shoes off,” Ivan requested simply, moving further into the house. Inside saw the continuation of the intricate woodwork seen on the exterior, making up a small but comfortable home fit for one and a few guests. “No need to give you a bigger ego,” Ivan added as he carefully set his collection of wood into a rack beside a stone fireplace nearby.

 Alfred bent over to undo his shoes. Or, he tried to. But the layers and layers of thick clothing left him unable to do more than simply sway dangerously forward and back. Biting his lip, Alfred grunted as he bent forward. Felt a sudden jolt. Lost his balance.

 Arms windmilling, Alfred began to tumble forward, only for large hands to wrap tightly around his arms. Slowly, his eyes traveled up those thick arms clad in blue, passed impossibly broad shoulders, finally to rest on amethyst eyes. Ivan’s pale eyebrows were raised in obvious humor, an unmistakable smirk tugged at his lips. Alfred scowled, delicately pulling free with a dignified huff.

 “Yes, your training really taught you a lot,” Ivan drawled, not moving from his spot so close to Alfred. His response was an indignant glare treading dangerously into pouting territory.

 Yeah, yeah, so this is your bear cave, yadda, yadda. Let’s get to splashing some water around.”

 “Splashing water around?”

 Bad move, Avatar, Alfred realized with a sigh. Teachers of all elements could be very…particular about how their subject was handled. “You know what I mean.”

 “You know what I mean…what?”

 Alfred stared blankly at him. Surely, he didn’t mean…?

 But the violet flames dancing in Ivan’s strange eyes gave Alfred his answer.

 “You know what I mean…Grandmaster,” Alfred ground out, barely moving his lips.

 Ivan looked far too pleased, nodding in abundant approval. “Very good. That was not so hard, was it?”

 “So, Grandmaster…when do we start already?”

 “Tomorrow morning.” Ivan returned to tending to the fire. “You just came from a long trip. Nothing I teach will stick if we try anything today. Tonight the goal is to just rest and prepare.”

 “What!? Nothing until tomorrow? Aw, come on, I’ve come all this way, I’ve waited all this time to learn waterbending- why waste twelve hours?”

 “You wasted plenty of time skipping water,” Ivan countered, rising from his place by the hearth. He took long, loping strides into the other room, returning with a large basin of soup, which he placed over the crackling flames. Their golden light caressed the round underside of the basin, amber against black. Liquid could be heard splashing around within as the large pot swayed forward and back, echoing in the vast chamber.

 “You’re not going to let that go anytime soon, are you?” Alfred said, arms folded tight over his chest…or as tight as they could be in these thick confines.

 “Yes, I am. You had specific instructions to follow, rules that followed the very nature of our world, and you completely disregarded them.” Even in his disapproval, Ivan gestured for him to head further in. Alfred wobbled over, working to peel off a layer or two, now that they were inside and he would be near the fire.

 “You sure do know a lot about the Avatar, don’t you,” Alfred said dryly as he padded over. He took a seat beside a pile of oversized cushions.

 “I do. For any bender it is important to understand all the other elements to truly master your own. And Avatar history is included.” Ivan stirred the contents of the round basin with a ladle, bringing it up to his thin lips and tasting experimentally. “Not warm enough.”

 “I can speed that up,” Alfred offered, raising his hand and closing it into a fist. Ivan yelped, dropping the ladle as if it had bitten him. “I only meant to heat the soup! I’m sorry!” he cried in alarm, flying to his feet.

 Ivan stared, hand clutched to his chest, shoulders rising and falling. “You…did not…you only got the soup,” he got out at last. He hurriedly moved his hand away, as if hoping to undo the action.

 “Then what happened?”

 “I told you, no other bending while you’re here! Especially firebending!” Ivan snapped, eyes suddenly blazing. He turned back to the soup, now steaming hot, and bitterly doled out great spoonfuls into two bowls.

 “It was an accident, alr- Grandmaster,” Alfred said sullenly as he accepted his dinner. “You’re way too on edge for your own good.”

 “And you are not on edge enough,” Ivan countered tersely, blowing at his soup. “You have duties and a tribe to contribute to.”

 “You say you’re so knowing of the four nations. Then you’ll know Air Nomads value freedom above everything else.”

 “And I also know they live a life of restraint, of discipline that any member of the Fire Nation would respect.” The light of the fire splashed across Ivan’s full features, his pale brow and shock of thick light hair. His violet eyes looked almost brown.

 Alfred’s eyes remained trained on the floor, somewhere between his thickly padded feet. “Well…I like to think that love of freedom puts me well within my rights to live as I choose. That kind of life wasn’t the one for me, so I was free to pursue my own path.” With renewed surety, Alfred forced his sapphire gaze back up to collide with Ivan’s amethyst one. He knew a fleeting moment of triumph when he saw those violet spheres widen slightly; Ivan had been caught off by Alfred’s refusal to be shamed. And why should Alfred be made to feel ashamed? It was his choice for his life, and no one was to tell him he was wrong. “I made my choice and I don’t regret it,” he said with finality, somewhat lessening the effect by turning to his soup right after. For several long moments, only the sound of Alfred’s spoon against the glass bowl broke the persisting silence.

 “Well, then,” Ivan said after a pause. “Perhaps you do have some helpful training after all.” He hesitated, then began eating his own stew as well.

 Alfred made a noise of approval, slurping up some broth. “You got that right, Grandmaster Bear,” he teased, unable to help himself.

 “Please don’t make a habit out of that.”

 “Oh, I have to now that you said that.”

 “Spirits give me strength.”

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anonymous asked:

Please continue your Feysand pregnancy fic 😘

This was the last one :) all my pregnancy fics can be found under the “ACOMAF and TOG Pregnancies” tab in my fic navigation page.

And don’t think I forgot other anon :p 

Rhys rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands, blinking a few times after to get rid of the blurriness. He heard soft cries from the other room indicating his daughter was awake.

His daughter.

Rhys smiled at the thought. It had been almost three months since their daughter was born. Feyre screamed almost every vulgar word throughout Prythian while she birthed her while her nails took purchase of his arms. He still had the faint scars to prove it. But it was all worth it when they saw their daughter and her bright violet eyes just like his. Rhys sobbed when he saw her wings, how small and perfect they were. Unmarred of the world’s cruelty. He vowed that night that he would do everything he can to teach her what it’s like being Illyrian as much as being Fae. Feyre couldn’t have been any prouder of him when he told her. 

Rhys never thought he would have the chance to have kids. Especially since they’re Fae and kids are hard to come by. He glanced out the window seeing that it was dawn. He looked down at his mate tucked underneath his arms after and smiled. 

She deserves a bit more sleep.

So Rhys kissed her forehead softly before getting out of bed. He rubbed one of his eyes again with the palm of his hand and shook his wings slightly to get some feeling back into it.

“I’m coming, Luna. I’m coming,” Rhys muttered as he made his way down the hallway to her nursery.

Rhys opened the door quietly before stepping inside and shutting the door the same way. He made his was to the crib and smiled down at his crying Fae-Illyrian baby. He picked her up in his arms and tucked her against his bare shoulder. He used his free hand to rub her wings softly as her crying subsides. 

“It’s okay. I’m here,” he whispered as he swayed from side to side.

Luna quieted down almost instantly, only the quiet gurgles leaving her mouth being the only sounds. Rhys laughed, moving to sit on the couch before setting her on his lap so she was facing him. She had a big, goofy smile on her face. Rhys knew he had the identical on his face after seeing her. 

Rhys grazed his two fingers over her small wings softly, mesmerised at the small wings he only had the chance to see for so little when he was young. He missed her. Seeing his daughter reminded him of his littler sister than he once was so close to.

“I’m going to teach you how to fly when you’re old enough. Then we can go fly around Velaris whenever we like. And we can take mommy sometimes if she wants to,” Rhys whispered to his daughter, his smile softening when she tilted her head to the right with the same smile intact.

Rhys leaned forward and kissed her small forehead softly. He laughed when he felt her small, chubby hands tug on his hair. 

“Hey, hey. Not my hair, darling. That’s your mom’s job.”

“Oh? Is it?” He heard his mate’s sleepy voice from the doorway.

He glanced up and felt heat crawl up his neck. He was sure his cheeks were red now. 

“You weren’t suppose to hear that.”

Feyre laughed, her voice still slightly raspy from the sleep. She walked over to Rhys and sat beside him. She kissed his cheek tenderly before picking Luna up and setting her on her lap. She kissed one of her chubby cheeks before resting her head on Rhys’s shoulder. His arms immediately wrapped around her from behind, pulling her closer against him .

Luna’s soft giggled resonated across the room as Feyre made funny faces at her. Rhys smiled at the sight next to him. His mate and daughter. Two things he thought he’d never had the chance to have.

“Why are you staring?” 

Rhys glanced up to Feyre’s eyes and before kissing her lips softly. 


Feyre rolled her eyes but a smile was on her face. She picked up Luna and rocked her slowly, patting her back until she fell back asleep. She set her back down inside her crib before turning around and facing Rhys.

He stood up and wrapped his arms around he waist, lifting her off the ground softly to kiss her. Feyre’s arms wrapped itself around his neck. Rhys’s wings flared as he wrapped them around the both of them.

“Want to go back to sleep?” Rhys asked his mate who looked like she was about to collapse on the spot. He pushed away a few strands that fell on her face. 

She nodded tiredly, a small sleepy smile on her face. Rhys laughed quietly as he picked her up and left to their room, shutting Luna’s door quietly.

He settled both of them back on the bed as Feyre curled up against him. He smiled, stroking her hair softly as she fell asleep quickly. 

He couldn’t have asked for anything more. 

No more for now, please! Thank you.

The Musician Next Door - A SwissAus fanfiction



Vash bolts upright in bed, jerked awake by the harsh ringing of the fire alarm. He growls angrily under his breath as he throws his blankets aside and stumbles out of bed, doing his best not to kick anything on his way out of his apartment like he did during yesterday’s alarm.

“There’s probably not even a fucking fire…” he grumbles as he makes his way to the door. He fumbles near-blind in the dark in search of his coat, knowing full well it was likely raining outside. Again. The prospect of going out into the cold rain at – he glances over at the clock – three am (fuck that) only serves to make him angrier. “Fuck this, fuck everything, just, fuck.”

He storms out of his apartment and down the stairs doing his best to ignore everyone around him. He is rarely in the mood to socialize to begin with, but especially not at three (fucking three!) in the morning. Once outside, Vash is content to stew in his anger, not even pausing to notice that it’s actually rather warm and pleasant out instead of rainy and miserable as he first imagined. In fact, he probably would have preferred rain – his irritation would have been all the more justified in that case. As it is he still glares angrily around him, daring anyone to comment to him that it certainly isn’t the worst weather for a fire drill. If you ask Vash, any weather is terrible weather for a fucking three am fire drill.

Vash’s eyes narrow slightly as his eyes fall on a man who is standing not very far off. He is clearly not irritated by the weather, standing out on the sidewalk with nothing but a pair of purple boxers (do they seriously have a fucking patch in them? How cheap can you be?). His arms are crossed slightly against the chill of the early morning but otherwise unperturbed by the early morning disturbance. The man seems like a perfect target for his ire, so Vash locks his gaze on him and silently curses him out with as many insults and expressions of rage his tired brain can come up with. However, his anger quickly fades the longer he stares at the other man and he comes to a very unwelcome conclusion. The man, with his disheveled hair, bright violet eyes and translucent white skin (which Vash vaguely registers as kind of unhealthy looking but cannot bring himself to care), is kind of beautiful. In a fucking weird kind of way.

Vash scowls and stares harder, trying to find something wrong with the man. He is in dire need of sleep or coffee or something with dark circles heavy under his eyes, but he seems perfectly alert nonetheless. Hesitantly Vash moves his eyes down and takes in the rest of him, noting the smoothness of his skin (how the fuck does he have no body hair? Vash wonders in irritation. He secretly hopes it’s not because the other shaves, because he shudders to think of someone putting that much time into their appearance) and the softness of his body. There is not an ounce of definition to the man’s muscles, and there is a slightest bit of pudge to his stomach that would probably be ticklish if stroked the right way.

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anonymous asked:

"Oh, so at least some of the rumours are true!" a smiling figure steps up to you. She is a not too tall young woman, at first there seems to be nothing threatening about her. Her tiara and her bright, unnatural violet eyes are her most distinguishing features. "Oh, how rude of me not to introduce myself. Princess Violeta Corvin." she curtsies "I have to say, our demons are nothing like you." ((hi, it's @murderprincess-diaries, hope it's not a problem I send this, your muse seems interesting! ))

[ yea of course my dude  :> ]

“What rumors?” The knight raises a brow, staring down at the princess before him. Despite being able to tell she is royalty, he does not bow; not even his head.

“Pleased to meet you, princess.” He says flatly. He is not bothered by her in the slightest

anonymous asked:

hakukai 18

18. Waking up with amnesia au

When he came to, his vision was overwhelmed with flashes of white and red.

There was a loud ringing coming from every direction and he couldn’t help wincing as the noise meshed together with vibrations.

It took him a moment to register the vibrations as a human voice.

A frantic human voice.

“H-Hakuba? Oi, Hakuba you’re awake? Oh thank god, stay awake okay? I-I’m calling someone right now, j-just please can you- will you-I-fuck-” The hazy fog started to lift and he refocused his vision.

The white blob before him turned into a clearer picture. It was a man (or was he a teen?) He was young with bright-watery?- violet eyes. One eye was hidden behind glass (how strange…) He was also wearing a glaringly bright suit and cape.

What kind of person wears a fashion disaster like that? He blinked up and opened his mouth to speak, pushing himself off the ground (why was he on the ground?) 

“Ngh!” And he immediately curled in on himself at the sudden onslaught of pain.

What? What is this? He panted erratically, his hands reaching up to grasp at material of his shirt. As he shifted, something wet ran down his hairline and into his eyes.


He was covered in it.  

“H-Hakuba?” A gloved hand was on his shoulder, slowly easing him back down.

“W-what happened?” He groaned and blinked again, reaching up to wipe the blood off his face.

“Stop, you’re going to make it worse.” The gloved hand swatted his bloodied hand away from his face.

When he didn’t reply, the man continued to speak with a shaky voice. 

“Shit, I’m sorry. If only I hadn’t went up that exit. They wouldn’t have-you wouldn’t be-shit.” His voice was getting softer as he rambled on. His violet eyes were flickering to look at everything- everything but him. He kept pushing his spiky hair back-a nervous habit perhaps?

Why the hell was he analyzing every small detail he saw?

“…Hey…” He murmured, interrupting the panicked mantra.

“What’s wrong? Is something else hurting? Are you feeling light-headed?”

He watched the mysterious man towered over his prostrate body, violet eyes wide and filled with concern.

“Why…are you worried?”

A pause.

“E-eh? Why wouldn’t I be? We’re at my heist and-”

“I-I apologize but it’s rare to see a stranger get so worked up over someone he doesn’t know. Even if that person is injured, the most anyone would do is call an ambulance and stand at a distance.”

There was no reply and he watched the other man’s expression intently.

“H-Hakuba…what are you saying..”

“Hakuba?….I see…so you do know me. But seeing that I can’t seem to recall my name, I feel no attachment to that word at all. It might not even be my real name as far as I’m concerned.” He was blurting out his thoughts without caring to think them over. He was confused and frankly terrified. He was surprised at the paranoia that overcame him suddenly. What kind of person was he to be that suspicious of others?

“Y-you’re joking….right?” The man was still staring at him in disbelief and he was starting to get impatient with the lack of answers.

“I don’t see how this would be a humorous situation. And-”

“Kuroba! Kuroba Kaito. That’s my identity!”

He blinked, irked that he was interrupted. The unfamiliar name bounced around his mind.

“….And?” He spoke uncertainly. The utter look of despair that enveloped the man’s entire frame almost made him feel sorry for speaking up.

“Kuroba Kaito….Kuroba Kaito….doesn’t that mean anything to you? My identity? The proof! It’s what you’ve been looking for, right? It’s it’s-” He stopped to let out a sob, tears were falling and it made his heart ache for some reason.

“I’m…I’m your…” The soft-spoken words made him inhale sharply. I’m your? Who was he? Did they have a close relationship? Could he be-?

The desperate violet eyes searched his, seeking for….recognition? Guilt flashed through his mind when he realized he couldn’t give the man the thing he sought.

“No…sorry.” He breathed out.

He watched the man cautiously. The man stopped moving completely for a split second.

Then he…collapsed. Like a glass statue, the man seemed to have shattered, shedding the collected front to reveal the broken insides. He didn’t know why, but he knew. He knew…that the man in front of him rarely dropped his masks like this. He was witnessing a private and immensely vulnerable moment. A moment no one was supposed to see.

He looked away.

“Damn it….damn it Hakuba. Please don’t-you can’t…you can’t-” His voice pitched up an octave as his fists shook. 

“You can’t leave me to deal with this alone.”

The man swayed and fell forward to bury his head on his chest, body shaking. The sudden shift made him uncomfortable and he was lost on what to do.

“T-those bastards, I’ll-I’ll make them pay.” The man hissed under his breath and he narrowed his eyes.


The man looked up at him with a questioning stare, eyes puffy and red.

“I would rather not have someone kill because of me. It leaves a bad taste.”

The man blinked and averted his eyes.

“They hurt you…they…they made you…you”


“It’s fine….what’s lost can be found, right?”

There was no reply.

“Besides…I’ll need help right?”

The man looked at him.

“I can’t really get anywhere without knowing anything about myself. Also these injuries will be troublesome.” He gestured to his wounds with a wince. The man immediately got off him with a soft apology.

“I’d rather not face this crisis alone….Will you….will you help me?” He swallowed and asked the million dollar question. He felt a bruise to his ego, having to ask for help. He could only guess what a prick he used to be if having to ask for help offended his pride.

The man stared at him with the same, wide eyes. With a blink, his entire face morphed into one of happiness as tears fell from his eyes contradictorily.

“Yeah…yeah. Of course I’ll help.” The man grinned and sniffed, grabbing his bloody hands.

“I’ll protect you. I-I won’t let them get to you again. I’ll never leave your side. I’ll never leave you alone.” The smile that spread across the man’s face almost made him smile as well. He didn’t tell the man that he didn’t feel a thing besides a vague sense of discomfort.

He didn’t want to see the man shatter again.

“That would be a little suffocating, don’t you think?” He snarked and watched the man give a sheepish grin.

Alright…he thought. He supposed he could follow the man. He needed answers. Answers about who he was and…

He looked down at his enveloped hands.

Answers about Kuroba Kaito.

A thief and a detective who loved each other. What will happen now? 

Oh crap that was an ambiguous ending (Does he really have amnesia or is he just doing this to find out more information on Kaito? Hakuba please tell me that’s not true.) Thanks for the ask anon!

This is also my entry for PoirotCafe’s Themed Competition #7- Alone.

anonymous asked:

please do a on shot of female kamui and cyrus in the bathhouse and cyrus kisses her please!!

 “Alright!” Tightening the towel around his waist, Cyrus happily marched into the bathhouse’s entrance. After a whole day of training and sparring with one of the toughest opponents, the cavalier wanted nothing more than to kick back and relax inside a bubbling water of warmth and relaxation.

 His smile basically curved wider at the relaxing thought, Cyrus flung the entrance’s flap with one hand and joyfully exclaimed, “Oh great hot springs! Take me away!”


 Never actually expecting a pitchy reply in the first place, the young man jumped in shock and quickly gripped the towel in fear that it might slip off. “Hot springs?” Dumbly he responded, head now turned left and right for the bearer of the voice.

 A heartbeat or two pounded inside his chest, and Cyrus could actually feel his heart stop completely once he saw Kamui – bare, wet, and breathtaking.

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