if you want to laugh into eternity

Draco: Look, Potter! I’m on this Google thing! I wonder what it says about me?

Harry: Oh?

Draco: Yes! The people love me! LOOK! They have pictures, and—

Harry: What?

Draco: Who.

Harry: What is it?

Draco: WHO. MADE. THIS. 

Harry: Draco, what’s wrong with it?

Draco: What’s wrong with it? WHAT’S WRONG WITH IT????? LOOK. 

Harry: What? What’s wrong? You look amazing!


Harry: I mean you were a Death Eater. I don’t—

Draco: *points aggressively*

Harry: …oh……

Draco: *dangerously* Ferret, briefly? 

Harry: *very solemn face*


Harry: *the corners of his mouth turn up*


Harry:  *lets one snicker escape*

Draco: As soon as I’ve finished murdering this Google, you’re next. 

Harry: *gives up and dies laughing* You can’t murder Goo—


;the touch of silk (m)

pairing: min yoongi x reader, sugar daddy! yoongi, vampire! yoongi
genre/warnings: smut, romance, blood mentions, but nothing too crazy, dirty talk, dom! Yoongi
words: 14,221

:: summary— in a world where vampires coexist with the living, there are many humans looking for a cheap thrill…you’re ashamed to admit you’re curious too, putting to good use a dating app you find…but Min Yoongi is nothing like you imagined a vampire to be…

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what your Inquisition romance says about you

Solas: overanalyzes everything; definite voice kink

Dorian: you get into fights over lore for your fave book series; cares Too Much

Cassandra: a buff and tough woman could snap you in half over your knee and you’d say “thanks”  

Blackwall: lumbersexual, probably would unironically call your SO ‘daddy’ 

Cullen: you would gladly settle down with your SO and 10000 dogs 

Josephine: you just want to kiss a soft and lovely lady and that’s what you came here to do; cries while watching Disney

Iron Bull: you laugh at dick jokes and your own shitty puns

Sera: furiously gay; has no filter and apologizes for cursing with “oh fuck sorry” 

Lace Harding: flower crown aesthetic; eternally bitter that there isn’t an official lady dwarf romance yet


ya lit meme: [2/8] otps ≡ percy jackson & annabeth chase

She raised an eyebrow. “You got something to say to me, Seaweed Brain?”
“You’d probably kick my butt.“
“You know I’d kick your butt.”
I brushed the cake off my hands. “When I was at the River Styx, turning invulnerable … Nico said I had to concentrate on one thing that kept me anchored to the world, that made me want to stay mortal.”
Annabeth kept her eyes on the horizon. “Yeah?”
“Then up on Olympus,“ I said, “when they wanted to make me a god and stuff, I kept thinking-”
“Oh, you so wanted to.“
“Well, maybe a little. But I didn’t, because I thought-I didn’t want things to stay the same for eternity, because things could always get better. And I was thinking …” My throat felt really dry.
“Anyone in particular?“ Annabeth asked, her voice soft.
I looked over and saw that she was trying not to smile.
“You’re laughing at me,” I complained.
“I am not!“
“You are so not making this easy.”
Then she laughed for real, and she put her hands around my neck. “I am never, ever going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to it.”

My roommate just walked in the door and asked if I have pants on because her parents are with her… so then this happened

“Stiles do you have pants on?” Derek yelled into the apartment as he unlocked the door. 

“Yeah but I can take them off if there’s sexytime in my future,” Stiles yelled back and Derek’s ears burned red.

“My mom’s with me,” Derek said, avoiding eye contact with his mother. 

Talia laughed, “Hi Stiles.”

“Hi Mrs. Hale,” Stiles said, coming out of the bedroom, face red and voice a little higher than usual, “I didn’t know you were coming by.”

“I can go if you two have big plans,” Talia said and Stiles blushed harder. Derek felt his own cheeks flush too, “I just wanted to come see the new place.”

“Well here it is,” Derek said, “Stiles don’t you have something to do not here.”

“Yep,” Stiles said, “Um, something somewhere else.”

“Oh don’t leave, I’m going,” Talia said, kissing Derek on the cheek and hugging Stiles, “I’m glad you had pants on.”

“Me too.”

She left with another laugh, “Don’t just bring you mom over without warning! What if I hadn’t had pants on!”

“I didn’t think that far,” Derek said, tugging Stiles closer.

“I’ll ditch my pants now if you want,” Stiles said as Derek nipped at his ear, “Right now.”

“Do it,” Derek whispered, voice rough, all their embarrassment forgotten as they made their way to the bedroom leaving a trail of clothes behind them.

Not My Girl (Jeff Atkins x Reader)

Originally posted by cynicalsunset

Word count: ~3,930 

Request: Anon- Jeff request please! “She’s not my girl”, could you make it like something reader overheard? For example she passes her friends, the jocks, on the way to class. But not before she heard Justin say something like, “look Atkins, it’s your girl” And she get’s upset because they’re not dating, but they’re not not-dating either. And she’s upset and mad at school, but he’s her ride home. Then in the car, could reader be petty at first like Jeff asking, bad day at school/practice? And she’s like nope! And he puts his hand on her thigh when he’s driving as she pulls away so he’s like “oh so you’re mad at me?” And he won’t leave until she tells him. 

Warnings: None I don’t think. A little swearing, Justin being kinda pervy, Jeff being too adorable for words. I think that’s it. 

A/N. Thanks for the request! I’m sorry this took me so long, but I loved writing this one :) I summarized the request, but I feel like I got the gist. I should be answering requests a little more frequently now that I’m getting back in the flow so feel free to keep sending them in. Alright guys, you ready? Enjoy!

(Y/n) hummed to herself as she walked down the hallways, practically skipping as she made her way towards her second period class, weaving through the crowded hallways that usually angered her without a care in the world. She had crashed at Jeff’s last night, after a Fast and Furious marathon had run late, and had skipped first to go home and shower. She had been thinking about skipping the whole day, but she had a chem test in third and couldn’t afford to miss it.

Even the thought of covalent bonds couldn’t dampen her good mood. Things had finally happened between her and Jeff last night. The movie marathon had begun as a friend thing, with Clay, Hannah, and Tony over as well to spend the rainy day watching television and hanging out. As the day had changed to night, first Tony, then Hannah and Clay had excused themselves to finish the last of their weekend homework and get to bed early, leaving (y/n) alone with Jeff. He had merely shrugged once the others had left, flashed a breathtaking smile, and asked if she wanted pizza or chinese for dinner.

The two had been casual friends forever, the way kids in small towns all knew each other, but over the last few months (y/n) had noticed things start to change between her and Jeff. He was no longer the awkward, gangly kid with braces who collected baseball cards, and she was pretty sure he had felt the shift too. Suddenly there was a lot more touching, a lot more teasing, late nights spent texting and lunch periods spent sharing inside jokes. It was amazing. Everyone else had begun to notice too, teasing the both of them about the flirting and the ‘eye sex’, which they both resolutely denied. If anyone asked, they were just friends. But obviously (y/n) wanted more. And she was sure Jeff did too.

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Nine

Summary: Filming the finale is exhausting and, combined with a stressful conversation with Bob, you decide to skip out on the wrap party, but Jared turns up at your trailer drunk off his ass in the middle of the night, just hours before your flight to Austin.
Words: 3.3k
Jared x Reader (Jared x Reader x Gen), Bob Singer, Jensen, JJ, Danneel, (brief Arrow, Zeppelin, and Genevieve)
Warnings: drunk!Jared, pregnancy
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

Filming the finale was exhausting.

Physically, mentally, emotionally; you were drained.

Trinity was having a rough time of it and, as a consequence, so were you.

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You told me that forever was all you could settle for. Imagine that. To be here until one of our hourglasses permanently ran out wasn’t something you were just happy about, it wasn’t enough for you. It wasn’t enough for me either, but as long as you were there, I would take it. Do you think our souls will cross paths again? Do you think we’ll have another shot at eternity?  We still have so much music to introduce each other to. We still have so many more laughs to share. There’s so much more of your voice I want to hear. There’s so much more of your smile I want to see. I wonder what you saw in me. What made you think I was a good candidate for being with you until the end of time? You’d probably be the slightest bit annoyed with me for asking this question even after tears were shed. You’d probably say it was my heart. You’d probably say it was everything. I don’t know what the future holds, but I do know that I want you there. That’s one of the only things I’m certain about these days. Maybe this goodbye is just another gateway to a new beginning. Maybe this is just another form of writer’s block we have to get over. Maybe it’s stupid to hope like this, but it keeps me going. I hope you can forgive me for the days when it doesn’t. I hope you can forgive me for the ache in my chest. I hope that you’re still able to smile somehow. Even if you can’t now, I know you will someday. I just hope I’m there to see it.
—  “I really do love talking to you.” // Maxwell Diawuoh

MOODBOARD TED TONKS + ANDROMEDA BLACK; i would like to lay down in a meadow of stories with you, writing poetry into lazy sun swept afternoons that stretch into eternities. dreaming only in saltwater skies, pastel paint feathered across the canvas of imagination as you sing us into legends, sing kingdoms down to our feet. nothing hurts anymore. the ache is but an old nightmare worn threadbare, tucked away in a forgotten corner. we are young gods at the precipice of unbecoming, laughing as we unravel. (words.)

BNHA: count your blessings, not your flaws

Summary: Midoriya Izuku has never been asked out, confessed to, or flirted with, except as a joke.


Shouto knows he isn’t good at this.

He never has been. He can’t tell whether this is just the way he is, or it’s one more thing he can blame on his father, but he knows that he isn’t good at this. People call him stoic, and cold. Some even call him mysterious. Others call him emotionless.

It’s not that he doesn’t feel. He does feel, but it all gets locked inside and none of it ever shows. Sometimes it’s because he can’t show it. Other times it’s because he’s afraid to.

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Stiles walks into a coffee shop in the new city he moves to after college one night because he can’t sleep. 

Sitting at the front of the shop with an acoustic guitar in hand is Derek Hale. His voice is calming and a little smokey as he sings. When he finishes the song he looks up and sees Stiles. 

Derek’s eyes go a little wide for a millisecond before he smiles. It’s a soft smiles, the kind that Stiles never saw on Derek, the kind that wasn’t burdened.  

“This last one is a cover,” Derek says and he proceeds to play Werewolves of London. 

Stiles snorts before he can stop himself and then goes to buy a coffee. He finds a seat near the back of the shop and drinks it while Derek cleans his stuff up. When he finishes he comes back to Stiles and sits down, a twinkle in his eyes. 

“That last one was for Jackson,” Derek says, voice even and Stiles thinks he’s being serious for a second before he smiles and Stiles laughs, “It’s good to see you Stiles, you in town for a while.”

“I just moved here for work actually,” Stiles says with a smile at the quirk upward in Derek’s lips at that fact, “It’s good to see you too.” And it was true, in fact, if Derek keeps smiling like that and making jokes he might want to see a lot more of him. 

You find yourself struggling to get out of bed, knowing that once the covers are pulled back and your feet touch the floor that you will have no choice but to draw open the curtains.

You find yourself eating too much or too little, not sure what you want but the taste of food or the dull ache of your empty stomach masks the uncertainty.

You find yourself sitting among people, laughing and joining in on any conversation but the feelings of loneliness and desperation continue to linger like a bitter taste in your mouth that you want to rinse out.

You go to work, you go to school, you maintain your appearance but you just want everything to stop before every bit of you crumbles

The days seem longer, some even seem eternal but you continue to push on because what a shame it would be to lose a battle you’ve already been fighting so long.

—  Words of a functioning person with depression

This edit comes before the ‘AU’ below.

Ever thought about how instead of Derek pushing Stiles up against the wall, Stiles pushes Derek against it? I mean I can totally imagine him looming over and close to Derek and saying “Don’t you dare Derek. Don’t you fucking dare come back to beacon hills and expect me to be the same old Stiles you left behind” And Derek realises that Stiles loved him too and maybe still loves him. So he raises his hands to Stiles’ waist and says “I didn’t leave you because I didn’t want you, I left you because I wanted you too much and I didn’t think you deserve to be with someone like me, someone damaged. So I left and learned how to be someone you will love and someone worth your love.” Stiles just keeps quiet and processes everything Derek just told him. He takes one hand and thwaps Derek on his head and says “I loved you for who you were Derek, I don’t know what made you think I wanted you to change for me. But I am sorry if I gave you the impression that I did.” Derek realises he said ‘loved’ and not ‘love’, he moves to pull his hands back and hears Stiles making a sound in the back of his throat. He looks up at Stiles and sees a soft smile on his face. “I still love you, you doofus. And I hope you love me too” Derek doesn’t reply and just moves forward to kiss Stiles. Stiles can’t help but make a pleased sound against his mouth, the feel of finally having Derek’s lips against his own is enough to send a thrill of excitement through his body. Derek moves his hands up his back and puts one against Stiles’ neck and one in his hair, lightly tugging on it. The kiss is perfect, but it gets even better when Stiles parts his lips for Derek to slip his tongue in. The kiss gets deeper and filthier until they both need to separate for air. Derek just leans his forehead against Stiles’ and says “I love you too.” He smiles and Stiles decides he doesn’t want to go a day without seeing Derek smile or laugh ever again.

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The Boy Next Door

Summary: It’s Bitty’s sophomore year and he finally gets a boyfriend. Rodrigo is the quintessential boy next door: smart, kind, sweet, popular, a talented goalie. Everyone in the Haus adores him, everyone except Jack. Jack can’t stand him, and he’s not even sure why.  Also on AO3

Chapter 1: The Meet Cute

Rodrigo Zuniga was the quintessential boy next door. The popular goalie of the Samwell men’s soccer team, he volunteered at the no-kill animal shelter in Norwood once a month; was treasurer of the Samwell Athletes and Allies organization; he spearheaded the annual Spring Lake Quad Clean Up; and had a 3.75 GPA majoring in psychology and Latin American Studies. He lived with the rest of his teammates in the soccer house just two doors down from the Haus. He had just asked one Eric Richard Bittle out on a date, and Eric Richard Bittle said yes.

He was literally the boy next door, and Jack Zimmermann could not stand him.

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Luckiest Man Alive

Summary: Bill is interviewed in your home after his first Oscar nomination. The interviewer is very interested in your and Bill’s large family and home life.

Words: 1675

Paring: Bill x Female Actress Reader

Warnings: Language. Quite a few F-bombs. Some angst in the middle. So much fluff. Gross amounts of fluff. Like a teddy bear factory explosion amount of fluff.

I’m so excited I got my first request! I hope I did the prompt justice. My requests are open if you would like me to write something about Bill or any of his characters :)

Past events are italicized

Originally posted by nwetss

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infinity crush

i dont care what people say, i know you’ve made a few mistakes
but youre so good inside your room watching me just watching you
you fold your clothes, the end is soon. it’s almost fall, it’s almost noon
the world expands and we do too, we move apart then im back to you

im falling like snow and youre pulling me down
and i cant help from laughing when i hit the ground
the way the light hits your face makes me religious
‘cause when we’re alone i swear i feel something with us

somewhere there’s a world where we can be together fully
the sun just sets eternally, the sky all pink and holy
and maybe we live by the lake, swimming in the summer haze

i’m falling like rain and you’re pulling me down
and i can’t help from crying when i crash into the ground
you know i don’t need anything, we can just sleep on the floor
i’ll want you forever and i’ll never get bored

Chinese Quotes

• 不要哭
Don’t cry

• 我为什么会一直努力;是因为希望生活会有所改变
The reason why I’m trying; Is because I’m hoping that life would make a change

• 我是雞咖喱汁,并且我有襪子。
When you’re gone my sadness becomes loneliness.

• 一秒一秒想你的微笑
Every second, I am thinking about your smile

• 好多話想說, 只是我不知道怎麼開口
There’s so much I want to say, I just don’t know how to say it.

• 你的笑聲是我所聽過最美好的聲音。
Your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard.

• 只要看到你開心我就開心了。
As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.

• 我想变成天使,永远永远地守护着你。
I want to become an angel, guarding you for eternity.

—  If I am able to see you in my dreams, it’s probably because I miss you.

• 万物不变,是我们在变。
Things do not change; we change.

• 我想念你的一切。
 I miss everything about you.

I need you like I need air.

• 「每個小事情都會想到你。」
—  “Every little thing reminds me of you.

• 我怕有一天你會發現我其實沒有那麼特別。
I’m afraid one day you’ll realize I’m not that special.

• 你是我的全部。
You’re my everything.

有一天, 你会发现 她有多么的爱你.
Someday you will realize how much she loves you.

• 我對你有感覺。
I think I have feelings for you.

• 愛你,我沒有遺憾。
I have no regret loving you.

• 我需要答案。
I need answers

• 「看到你幸福,就足够了。」
—  “Seeing you happy is enough.”

• 「你是我完美的結局。」
 “You are my happy ending.”

• 「我只希望。希望你幸福。希望你每天都微笑。希望她永遠都在你身邊,因為我不能。」
 “I only wish. Wish that you’re happy. Wish that you will smile everyday. Wish that she will alway be by
your side, since I can’t be the one to do that.”

• 不要伤害我
Please don’t hurt me.

• 女生应该像蝴蝶一样,看着很美,却难以捕捉。
A girl should be like a butterfly. Pretty to see, hard to catch.

• 你是唯一
“You are the one and only.”

• 我真的, 好愛好愛你
I really, really love you.

• 不要放手.
Don’t let go.

• 「我愛的人就是你。」
 “The one I love, is you.”

• 嫁給我吧.
Marry me.

• 「我只想要你。」
  “I only want you.”

Missing Scene, 3x9

“Christmas is the time of year you should tell people how you feel,” Lena said hopefully. She was deep in conversation with Sam, both trying to avoid work talk, but finding their non-work lives hard to focus on. Sam tried the “seeing anyone” route, which quickly lead to some deep, vague comments made by the CEO. 

“I wouldn’t know about what you’re supposed to do during Christmas.” Sam poured herself a drink. “Jewish,” Sam added, after a slightly puzzled look from Lena. 

“Oh, sorry, how presumptive of me,” Lena replied, and she meant it. 

“Eh, I’m used to it.”

“Well, Chag Urim Sameach (Happy Holiday of Lights),” Lena replied with a smile, raising her glass.

“Chag Urim Sameach!” They clinked their glasses together, Sam sloshing her freshly poured scotch dangerously close to the brim. 

After a well deserved swig, Sam brought the conversation back to what they were discussing earlier: their love lives, or, as it sounded for Lena, their unrequited love lives.

“So, are you saying you’re going to tell this person, whoever they are, how you feel? After you’ve been pining over them, particularly on my couch, for as long as I can remember now?”

Lena smiled, only half listening as she caught Kara’s eye from across the room. She had been laughing at something Alex said, her eyes sparkling more than usual in the shine of the fairy lights strung around her apartment. 

“Uh, huh,” Sam said to herself, clearly seeing where Lena’s attention was focused. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she added in a whisper, getting up to join Alex and Ruby on the couch. 

“I think I heard someone say it’s time for presents!” Winn exclaimed to no one in particular. “Okay, you all remember the deal.  It’s just Secret Santa, not Secret-Trade-What-Santa-Got-You.”  

The group all milled around finding their secret holiday gift recipient. Winn tore open his gift from James immediately, brandishing a plush Star Wars Sith Lord robe.

Lena made her way to Kara, her palms sweating slightly, carrying the wrapped cube that was her present.  Kara was hugging J’onn, who apparently loved her gift of assorted tea she hand picked from across the globe.  

“Lena!” Kara pulled her in a quick hug. “I feel like I haven’t seen you all night!” 

“Oh, I was just protecting the drinks,” Lena offered somewhat lamely.  “I, uh, well I’m your Secret Santa.” 

Lena held out the box in her hands for Kara, who took it, brushing her fingers ever so slightly against Lena’s. 

“I hope you like it. I really wanted my gift to you to be…special.”

Kara beamed. “I’m sure I’ll love it.”

Just as she was about to tear into the shining gold wrapping paper, J’onn stepped in, pulling Kara aside to whisper something in her ear. 

With a determined nod, Kara walked back to Lena, offering a number of apologies, but she had completely forgotten that she and J’onn were supposed to walk their friends several large dogs tonight. 

Lena left shortly after that with Sam and Ruby, her heart thundering for when Kara would finally open her gift. 

Later that night, when Kara returned to an empty, but slightly messy apartment, she saw the glint of her gold-papered gift from Lena sitting on her bed where she’d put it for safe keeping. 

Smiling to herself, without even bothering to take her Supergirl uniform off, she sat on her bed and opened it. 

Inside the box was a collection of treasures: a photo strip of Lena and Kara from a late night at the bar two neighborhoods over, a small bottle of kombucha from the fermentation place Lena dragged Kara too on numerous occasions, a print out of Kara’s first article with the by line highlight next to “My girl!” in Lena’s handwriting, and a card.

Kara tore it open, her heart swelling in her chest loving every piece of this present. 


I hope you have the happiest of holidays. I cannot begin to tell you how amazing a friend you’ve been over the past year and a half. You have been there for me, always. You’re the most caring, most daring person I have ever met. Now it’s time for me to be daring. 

I hope you understand that I care for you deeply. I want nothing but absolute happiness for you. And I hope I can be the cause of it for you. 

I have two confessions. First, I know you’re Supergirl. I’ve known for a while. Well, since you promised to protect me forever. That’s when I knew. 

I want you to know, I tried to be patient, and let you come to me to tell me. I can understand the myriad of reasons not to tell me up front starting with my last name and ending with my protection, even your protection. But I want you to know I know. And I want you to know I am still here for you. No matter what.

Second confession, and it’s honestly taken me a glass of wine to work up the nerve to telling you this, but

I love you. 

It feels like I’ve always loved you. I realized it one day, when you were crinkling your eyebrows over my kale salad for probably the millionth time that I love you and can never lose you. You mean everything to me, Kara. You are special and kind and amazing and well, Jesus, how could I not love you?

Right now, I expect you’ll be looking at me with disbelief, just processing all I’ve confessed, and I hope you are happy. I just couldn’t let another moment pass without loving you fully. 

Well, anyways, have a wonderful holiday. And thank you for being in my life. 

Love Always,


The curtains on Kara’s living room window fluttered as she sped to Lena’s apartment across town. 

Landing with a soft thud, Kara steadied herself, not really sure of what she was doing. She just knew she had to see Lena. 

Supergirl,” Lena said, startled to see the hero on her balcony at this hour. 

I read your letter, Lena.” She took a step closer to Lena, hanging in the doorway between her home and the outside world. “I opened your gift.”

Lena looked simultaneously relieved and anxious. 

You did?” 

Yes.” Kara took another several steps forward, until the pair was merely inches apart. Kara searched Lena’s eyes, her chest throbbing as though her heart were aching for something just within reach. 

Lena’s questioning glance was all she needed. She wrapped her one arm around Lena’s waist, pulling her close, while tangling her other hand in Lena’s long hair. Kara pressed a light kiss, a passionate kiss onto Lena’s lips, which Lena returned tenfold. Lena felt caught between crying and laughing, but didn’t dare break the kiss. She could kiss Kara forever. 

After what felt like an eternity that Kara and Lena would gladly repeat, they parted, leaning their foreheads against each other’s. 

“Rao,” Kara breathed, rubbing her hands softly against Lena’s cheek. “Lena, I love you, too.” 

Lena smiled wide, nuzzling her cheek further into Kara’s palm. “I never thought I’d hear you say that,” Lena whispered, biting her lip.

Kara gently lifted Lena in her arms, and floated them both slowly into Lena’s apartment.  “I never want to say anything else.”

They crashed together in a kiss, more intense, more urgent than the last, as Kara guided them to Lena’s bedroom where she planned to love Lena and never let her go. 

Impossibility [Prince Sidon/Reader][Request]

Title: Impossibility
Pairing: Prince Sidon/Reader [you]
Summary: Through the words of a medic, it is revealed that you are with child. And yet, your joy is numbed by the “how” in all of this.
Note: the reader-character in this is more or less implied biologically female, however, in typical style, i did not specify pronouns.

a/n: before you jump into this all weirded out, it was fun to write, don’t look into it. take it for what it is and if you enjoyed it, i implore that you leave feedback!

this was a response to a request. if you have any, please feel free to leave me one.

“How is this possible?”

“You’re asking me?”

There was an edge to your voice as you turned a sharp glance towards your lover, watching him reel back at the slightest. Often times when your anger would fester and ooze like a sore, you found yourself drowning in regret and profusely apologizing to him, yet you couldn’t be bothered to do so this time.

Whether it was by the blessing of Hylia or a sort of unnatural occurrence, a child to be born between a hylian and a zora was enough for anyone to do a double-take and wonder whether their ears were clogged. It was unmistakable, beyond a shadow of a doubt, and irrefutably proven that you were with a child–as paraphrased from the medic who attended to you following multiple bouts of nausea and vomiting. Although, it wasn’t until Sidon caught sight of you clasping the railing to steady yourself subsequent to a rush of lightheadedness that you had found yourself in the medic’s care.

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