Distant Stars Hold My Wishes For You

So most stories take place when Events are Happening, and this means that no matter what kind of job the characters have, they’re probably not too focused on them. Fanfics, on the other hand, often show the down time. Which means that the writer has to figure out what the hell these characters do in their jobs. Unless the characters have a job the author understands or knows well, the author is often at a loss for what to have the character doing.

So they sit them at a desk and give them paperwork. What is the paperwork for? Rarely specified. It is Paper Work for the characters Important Adult Job they have and they need to read or sign it or something. And there’s always a line about how Character Hates Paperwork. Doesn’t matter if Character is a Mafia Boss or a General or a Diplomat, here they are in an office trying to get out of Doing Paperwork.

There’s also a sense of, like, humor and mundanity that comes with it. Like the examples above, it always particularly stands out to me when a dangerous individual is griping about some paper they need to sign or something. The less you can picture Character doing paperwork, all the better to force it upon them. If Character is saddled with Paperwork, they’re usually now concerned about the physical damages their motley crew causes, because damage = More Paperwork.

Timesheets

Expense reports

Requisition requests

Budget justifications

Payroll

Performance evaluations

Incident reports

After action reviews / post-mortem analyses

Incident Action Plans

Contracts

Contract proposals / grant applications

even when the royalty look like they're just fucking off to have fun, they're doing Socially Mandated Fuck-Off and Have Fun Time

Invoices.

Intake sheets (information about new clients. The one for my firm is 13 pages and requires an hour long meeting. Then you have to do something with the info gathered)

Data entry for invoices and intake sheets.

Billing. (More involved than timesheets because you’re justifying to clients why you’re getting paid so much).

Form letters.

Taxes. Including 1099s for any contracted work.

Bank statements/accounting spreadsheets. Gotta track how expenses are trending.

Insurance documents.

General messages. Lots of office still use a paper system for missed calls and “important” stuff because it just works better than emails and chats for some people.

Cause there’s the invoice, and the follow up invoice and the we are about to have a problem follow-up invoice.

There’s the incident report and then the I swear I yelled at that worker about this don’t be mad at me if they do it again second warning documentation

The requisition form and the it has been six months now get me the fucking thing or you’re gonna hear from Cindy escalations form.

*idea gets more complicated*

*idea gets more complicated*

*idea gets more complicated*

*idea gets more complicated*

Found some old art I did way back from 2021. this was done in my old art program, gimp. I belive this was a redraw from the ova, and a mixed of the horror i felt watching this part.

its interesting to see how good it is.

I also went looking at some old art which had a very different artstyle, there one art that i want to redraw.

Summary: For having previously been strangers sent to die in a blood ocean, Simon really cares about your wellbeing once you both are recovering on Erid.

Warnings: Simon and teen!reader story. Platonic character and reader fic. Bloodymary if you squint or wish to see it. Gender neutral reader (no specific gender, anatomy, gender specific pronouns used for them). Mentions of both canon injuries and additional injuries and sickness in the reader (broken leg and respiratory infection, along with implications of them throwing up/dry heaving in the past as a side effect of medication). Reader having nightmares. Simon being burdened.

Author’s Snip: A reel of a woman singing and playing You’ll Be In My Heart from Tarzan on an omnichord to a foster kitten came across my feed and then I listened to Safe and Sound from The Hunger Games, and it was all over from there.

Notes: The reader is meant to be somewhere between 13-16 but they act younger but I’m just gonna say that its because they feel safe enough to actually act like a kid around Simon (and Grace).

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request. Reblogs appreciated but no pressure.

Word Count: 1.8k

He’s always with you. No matter what, he made sure that he was always with you from the moment you two were saved from the wrecked submarine, even when he was still in terrible shape. Making sure you were okay, healthy, eating, happy. It was almost comical if it wasn’t so sweet to Grace.

Simon had opened up a little about how exactly you two ended up in a submarine drifting in a planet full of blood and why he cares so much for you. Hearing that you two were pretty much strangers at the start of your misadventure only for you both to fall into such a strong familial bond was touching. Grace could only think back to all the times he found himself having that bond with his students who lacked that type of structure in their lives, but he couldn’t imagine being in a scenario like you and Simon where you two were the only ones each other had while believing you were left for dead. But that last part didn’t matter to Simon anymore once he understood that you were in the clear. All that mattered to him was that you were okay. Grace could see that in the way he tended to you.

“You should really eat.” Simon tells you as he sits at your bedside. You were sitting up against that head of your medical bed picking at the food that the eridian nurses had brought you to eat. “I’m not hungry.” you shrug.

“That’s bullshit and you know it, kid. You haven’t eaten since you woke up. There’s no way you’re ‘not hungry’. You’re just being picky.” Simon claims. “I’m not being picky! I ate those shitty rations they gave us on the sub! I’m just not feeling hungry.” you argue before having a small coughing fit from raising your voice. You were still recovering from your respiratory infection that you got from breathing in some of the blood that leaked into the sub. You were improving with the help of the antibiotics that the biodome team had synthesized from the med bay of the Hail Mary, but you were still in recovery that’s why Simon was on your ass about eating before you were given another dose.

“Well if you don’t eat then you’re going to have a bad reaction to your meds. You were dry heaving for an hour till the side effects wore off last time, and I don’t want to hear that just because you said you didn’t ‘feel hungry’.” Simon counters as he points a finger in your face in a scolding manner. You stick your tongue out at him in response. “Just take a few bites so you can have something in your stomach for it to bind to. You don’t have to eat all of it.” he suggests.

You look down at the tray and then back to Simon who’s looking at you like he always does when you two bicker over petty things. You sigh in defeat and start taking small bites out of the food. You can see Simon giving you a quick “That’s what I thought” look before getting to leave you to your meal.

It was when he was leaving that Simon saw that Grace was in the next room looking over your charts with the medical crew and heard the whole conversation. “That was a pretty good way of taking care of a case of the ‘I-Don’t-Wanna’s, Simon.” Grace smiles. “Uh, thanks.” Simon nods, “You’d think you’re trying to feed them dirt or something.” he jokes dryly.

“I can’t taste the difference!” you call from inside the room before starting to cough again. “You’ll get your fevers back if you keep shouting!” Simon calls back, making Grace laugh.

Simon seemed to have a very teasing-tough love way of taking care of you. You liked to get on each other's nerves in a way that you can really only see with people who have a deeply rooted bond. But Grace could also see the softer side of it when he looked long enough. After you were cleared from your respiratory infection, you had a new hurdle to get over. While Simon lost his arm, you had sustained a severely broken leg. Thankfully the doctors managed to save it and put it back together, putting it in a cast till all the bones healed. It wasn’t a problem at the time of your infection since you were kept on bedrest and moved around with a wheelchair. But you had come to the point in your physical therapy where you had to try walking without any supporting aids.

“I’m going to fall.” you say as you tightly grip the bar which was your only sense of support. “You’re not gonna fall.” Simon assures you. “I’m going to fall.” you repeat more firmly as you look down at the line of tape that Grace’s set on the ground to give you a direction to go. It was so simple and you had done it a million times before during past sessions. The only difference was that it was leading away from the wall where you couldn’t hold onto the bars to help you.

“And so what if you fall?” Simon asks, “You navigated a submarine in a blood ocean and faced an eel monster. You’re brave enough to walk on a line and take a little fall.” he said.

“That’s because I wasn’t alone.” you retort, probably not meaning to have it come out the way that it did, but Simon caught it. Because of course he did. He covers it up with a sigh and walks towards your side and hovers his remaining hand behind your back. “I’ll walk with you to make sure you don’t fall,” he says. ”Promise?” you look at him. Simon has to fight off another sigh before saying “I promise I’ll walk with you.”. You hesitate for a second before nodding and letting go of the bars. You extend your arms out a bit to keep your balance and occasionally feel your back brush against Simon’s hand when you stagger a bit in the first few steps but get better at maintaining a good enough pace considering your limp.

“See? You don’t have to worry about anything. The stuff you did before was the most of it. ” Grace says, which gets you to look up from your feet walking in the line and smile. “It’s just weird getting used to walking on my own again.” you say as you try to keep eye contact with him. “I know! It was like I was a huge baby when I first recovered from bedrest. I still have to use a cane sometimes since my joints are too old for Erid’s gravity.” Grace mentions as he watches you make it to the end of the line. “You’re already half way done.” Simon announces, “You just gotta turn around and walk back.” he says as he leads you into pivoting around and start the trek back.

“You both make it sound so easy but you’ve got both your arms to keep you balanced and Grace had a whole caravan to help him do it, I bet. I only had one arm and one rock to steady me. I kept eating shit when I first started trying to do it with no help. I had to keep looking down to make sure I was doing it right.” Simon explains as you walk. “You didn’t want me to help you, Simon.” Grace remarked. “Can I have a cane when I get better at this? My leg is still a little stiff.” you ask, both to genuinely ask and also interrupt their bickering. “Sure.They can even make it whatever color you want.” Grace says.

With a few more steps, you successfully make it back to the wall and bar. You look up towards Simon only to realize he’s not there. He’s over where Grace is, having snuck away from your side while he was talking. You scoff, “You’re such a liar, Simon!” you laugh.

“I said I would walk with you. I didn’t say for how long.” Simon claims.

You try to make your way over to him to give him a few playful smacks but stumble forward after your leg buckled and nearly fall before you catch yourself and straighten out, seeing that Simon was bracing to sprint and catch you if you didn’t.

Of course, Grace doesn’t see all of the moments between you and Simon. Most of the time he finds himself coming in at the end of them, but that doesn’t make them any less visible.

It wasn’t too unusual for Simon to be up early, sometimes he’d even beat Grace at starting the day and sitting in the dining area. But every now and then he will find the both of you together.

You’re sitting close to Simon, resting your head on his shoulder and wrapped in the blanket from what he thinks is from your bed. Your eyes are shut and your breathing even and slow, like you’re comfortable enough to fall asleep for a brief moment. Simon sits as still as he can for you while managing a sip from his mug, looking up towards Grace once he spots him. Both men give each other a nod as a hello and the blonde quietly starts making his own morning coffee. Grace knows this scene well. He’s seen it before and has gotten an explanation in the past to know why it's happening.

“I thought I heard someone walking around last night.” Grace comments to make small talk. Simon grumbles out an ‘mhm’. There’s a moment of silence only filled by the coffee machine bubbling into life and brewing the liquid inside till Grace speaks up again. “How bad was it?” he asks.

Simon looks to you, seeing the dark circles around your eyes and the way you twitch slightly in your sleep. “Not as bad as they used to be, I think. They said that they’re more like flashes in their head now. But…” Simon explains before he pauses for a moment in hesitation, looking to Grace before finishing the last part of what he was going to say. “They were shaking when they came to me and they sounded stuffy, like they were crying but trying to pretend they weren’t. And they got up with me instead of staying in bed.” he admits. Grace nods.

“They’ll be okay.” Grace assures Simon.

“You think so?” Simon asks. Grace nods again and smiles.

“They have you. I think that’s all they really need to know everything’s okay.” Grace answers.

“It wasn’t okay when I didn’t know what to do back then. They just cried and I didn’t know what to do so I just held them. I don’t even know what to do when they cry now.” Simon confesses. “Just be there.” Grace tells the man. “As long as a kid has their person with them, nothing matters. They’ll feel better. Sometimes it even works the other way around.” he says as he gestures back to you.

Simon takes another look at you. He doesn’t know if it’s just the moment or if you really do look calmer, but it helps ease Simon’s worries.

Crumbling Walls

{Damian is getting comfortable}

summary: Damian shows up at Jason's apartment but not for him.

contains: Jason's Partner!Reader, Gender Neutral!Reader, Little baby Damian, future sibling-in-law bonding, mentions of possible bullying, napping, pets, lots of physical touch, talks of food, very domestic

author's note: I'M SO SORRY! I want you to know that this is genuinely the nicest thing that's ever been said to me and I know this is months late but the end of fall semester killed me so I haven't been doing like any writing. ANYWAY, I hope you like it!

word count: 849

Waking up from your nap on the couch, you’re met with a figure looming over you and a weight on your chest. The weight was a white fluffy mass curled up almost on your face, obviously Princess. The figure wasn't hard to figure out either as he begin to speak.

“It is midday, why are you resting?” Damian practically scolds but you don’t take him very seriously as you sit up, gently displacing the feline as she hisses and prances away.

★synopsis: You and Enjin's relationship cause quite the confusion within the cleaners, so they try to decipher it together (aka they gossip about you guys)

★ tags: crack fic, implied more than friends, gossiping, slight manga spoilers about Amo and Fu, she/her pronouns for reader, in denial of feelings

★ A/n: Yeyyy I finally uploaded this, I was supposed to upload this earlier, but I was busy with my research defense. This is basically a song fic as their dialogues are lyrics from "in between by Gracie Abrams" so I'd recommend listening to that while reading, enjoy! all images used were taken from pinterest, I do not own any of these pictures and full rights go to the owners.

When Rudo first meet Enjin he thought he was an asshole. He still does occasionally; When Enjin wants him to learn something on his own, and only giving him straws of hints to grasp onto. Now his viewpoint of the blonde has significantly improved, especially with how he does try his best to help Rudo with his endeavors in going back up to the sphere. As well as uplifting and mentoring Rudo in his own very bizarre and laid back way.

But then his entire perspective of the man went askew the moment you came into the picture.

You were so grounded. In the way that you carry yourself and how you treated others. A constant stability in the unpredictable world of the Ground. Always true and loyal to yourself and those that you love. Perhaps that's why people often gravitate towards you, whether it be for comfort, any form of physical affection or simply to talk and seek advice. you were there with open arms. Never speaking in any unkind manner, but quick in mind with how you deal and respond to unnecessary comments directed at you or to anyone on your team.

Rudo could never forget the time when you were always asking about Regto; about his features, his personality, everything about the man that stepped up in rudo's life. Then a few days later, handing him a perfectly drawn portrait of his adoptive father that you commissioned from remlin . The way your hand softly held his gloved ones and told him "It's okay to let yourself mourn, even with all that anger bubbling up inside you; after all, what is grief if not love persevering?"

so yeah, Rudo might be slightly attached to you, he might even owe you. A lot.

So imagine his shock to see the first time you and Enjin interacted with each other. Two completely different vibes, completely on the opposite sides of the spectrum. You were stable while he was spontaneous, but the way you two worked so well together was unbelievable. You grounded the umbrella user, while he taught you how to indulge in a little thrill from time to time. Not to mention how you softened up the man. For someone who claims to hate clingy people, he seemed to turn into one with you. You were no exception. The way you let yourself let go of your reigns a bit and just be carefree with Enjin was fascinating to watch. You both brought out different sides of each other that no one else knew about. Especially with how you two talked to each other. Inside jokes and endless banter. Rudo couldn't help but just stare at you two every time.

Of course he would surmise that you two were together! But he never assumed unless stated, so he never said a thing.

On one occasion, he was staring particularly long at Enjin, who was cackling alongside you as you tried out the new energy drink the suppliers got everyone. The young boy observed the way the blonde was wiping off a few droplets of juice off the side of your mouth, not missing the fond look Enjin gave you. And you beaming at him in return. Rudo was staring so hard that he didn't even notice the rest of team akuta standing beside him to watch the nauseatingly tender moment in front of them.

"you just can't come between them huh?" Riyo suddenly mused, making Rudo jump at the sudden noise.

"they've kinda' got their own thing" Zanka agreed.

Rudo looked to his side to see the rest of team akuta as well as Amo, Fu, and Follo observing you and enjin from a good distance in the lounge area.

"how long have you guys been here?" Rudo huffed, waving hi to a smiling Amo who waved at him first.

"a while" they said in unison.

then they turned to watch you and Enjin once more. This time he was animatedly telling some juicy gossip—he got from the next town over—to you, while you watched him with your chin resting on the palm of you hand, your smile wide and eyes crinkled. If the kids didn't know any better, they'd say that your eyes were sparkling while gazing at Enjin.

"I just wished that he'd stop pretending that he wouldn't let his choker ring for more than a couple seconds every time she calls" Follo blurted out.

"Amo thinks that nice lady and stinky face might be two hearts just falling in and out of love for something…new. Even though Amo knows that stinky face doesn't even deserve to be near nice lady and her warm welcoming scent" Amo noted, a matter of factly. Pouting in disgust at the way Enjin leans his head on your shoulder as you talked.

"You guys are just noticing this now?" Another voice spoke up, but it wasn't from the initial crowd of young onlookers. This time it came from a bored looking Semiu, accompanied by a smiling Gris and an amused looking Tomme.

"Mannn, if you guys only knew" Gris chuckled.

"I just wish that you guys could see how their faces lighten up when they see each other again after being separated from a mission" He proclaimed, sipping on the can of beer resting on his fingers.

"Can't really blame em' with their shared cold and empty past, they know it's been enough of waitin' on somebody who doesn't care" semiu remarked, having known you both the longest as well as knowing your backstories alongside the boss.

"But she knows his name, and she knows he'll always be there; same goes for him."

Then their eyes were on you and Enjin once more. You were wiping something off his jacket as he leaned down to whisper something to you, his hand covering his mouth from their groups perspective; so they might never know what the blonde said to you. Whatever it was, it made you gasp and chortle for air. He laughs alongside you, smiling at your eyes, your smile, pushing your glasses up from falling off your face.

"Don't even get me started on their late night calls" Tomme sighs, exasperated. She's unlucky enough to have been in the room next to yours—where she could hear every little conversation you had with Enjin, and every time, on the clock; Enjin would call you at 10 pm on the dot. Even when you two just saw each other a few minutes ago or when Enjin was out and about to who knows where. Even when you had nothing else to say; Enjin would be there, voice coming out of your choker, complementing every little thing about you. How beautiful you are, funny, and smart like nothing he's ever seen.

"Glad to know that he's good to her." Gris remarked.

"They seem to want each other, so what are they really?" Rudo seemed to voice out the very main thought of every single person in their steadily growing group. With no one to give any answer to that question.

"Probably friends or more…and everything in between" another voice spoke, this time it came from the meek and quiet healer of the cleaners. Eishia was quick to look down as the others sent their gaze her way, her words echoing between the silence of their thoughts.

Makes sense

"They definitely toe the line between their friendship" the honeyed voice of tamsy muttered, arms crossed above his chest. Raising an eyebrow at the not so friendly way Enjin was now currently holding your hand, gliding his thumb back and forth above your knuckles.

No matter how many times you two denied or rejected the idea of any romantic implication between one another, there was definitely something brewing between you two, no matter how slow the burn may be, all must inevitably boil over until these feeling couldn’t be withheld anymore. Holy ground was beneath yours and Enjin's feet, all you both had to do was fall.

"Did'ya guys know that Enjin absolutely HATESS it when she's crying?" August's boisterous whisper (he'd consider it a whisper in his book) caught their attention. Not expecting the platinum blonde to even have any interest in things that don't relate to his fashion line or family. "Eishy told me once that when Enjin took a particularly NASTAY hit from a trash beast and couldn't even stand up, she practically flooded the infirmary with er' tears and ya boi Enjin didn't even care about his sick injuries and just hugged her–EAOUCH!" the zap of electricity made the ends of August's hair stand up, Eishia was clutching at her brother's forearm, face flushed with embarrassment.

"Brotherrrr, you weren't supposed to tell anyone that! You promised"

"Speaking of stories, for someone who loathes high maintenance people, Enjin sure is super clingy when it comes to her…what's up with that?" Surprisingly, it was fu who asked the question.

Riyo smirked and leaned into Fu's direction, whispering her words quietly, but just enough for the group to hear. "One time he kept on calling her on her choker nonstop to ask when she was coming home from her mission"

That made Fu (as well as the others from the group) even more confused on where you two stood between each other.

Gris pat Fu on the back, shrugging. As did all the others who've watched you and Enjin's relationship for months and years. They've got no answer to that, but they do know that even at you and Enjin's worst, they know that you two will still be okay.

Also!! Please Please Please send me asks, I would love writing for you guys!

Lion hybrid! Reader x wolf hybrid!141

Hurt/comfort, reader gets neglected and stops taking care of themselves, guilt from 141, general angst

Mini pt. 2 blurb

You had been on the team for almost a month now. Transferred from your old team, your pride, by Laswell for your skills that she believed would round out the 141. At first you were ecstatic, the 141 were legendary and you were so, so eager to prove yourself. And sure, they were cold at first but that always happened at the beginning! Besides, you were a different species, but surely they would warm up eventually, right?

Wrong. Every. Single. Time. You tried to be friendly you were rejected. Even a month in, whenever you tried to rub against them or even sit a little close you were met with snarls and orderes to remove yourself. Any attempt at grooming was met similarly. The last time you brought food to the group, takeout you knew they liked from watching them constantly, you found it in the gargbage an hour later, untouched. You tried to convince yourself that it was just the species gap, that wolf packs were just too different. But after a while it was hard to blame it on anything besides yourself.

So, you just kept pushing. Taking on harder solo missions, getting a new pr everytime you trained, becoming even more violent on operations. But still, absolutely nothing.

Your state was getting sad at this point. Your mane-like hair was slowly matting. Your skin was dull and almost waxen, your nails were cracking. Sorely missing the mutual love and care of your pride. Your room was barren, cold and ultiltarian. The blankets that had been scented by the rest of the 141 to introduce you were the only things on the bed, even though the scents had long worn off. Your appetite was almost non existent. Lion hybrids were innately social creatures, and your insticts being so blatantly ignored was taking a toll.

But through it all, you were still trying so, so hard to prove yourself. Bringing food every week to their den, knowing it would be rejected. You didn't get close to touching them, but you still were vicous to any person who harmed them on an op. They didn't have to know that you spent hours in the laundry room just to be around their scent, right? Just to pretend for a little while that they liked you- that you weren't being rejected for reasons you didn't know- that you were warm and accepted and curled up in a pile of your pride-

It came to a head when you were stumbling hard during training, dissapearing shortly after. When Price found you, curled up in a tiny corner of the laundery room, your nose buried in those blankets they gave you so you would recognize them as friendly when you were first introduced. Gaz trailed in soon after. He noticed the horrible state of your hair, matts forming throughout it. Horrifying for a lion hybrid, notorious for being incredibly clean and proud of their hair. How you shook- the tear tracks on your face. The look he shared with John said it all- they had fucked up. Hard.

Because of course they rejected you- their pack had been so established for so long, and their instincts screamed at them to not trust you. A feline- not one of them. The food you kept leaving was insulting- did you think they were helpless pups? And the scenting- it grated on them like nothing else. But you were so capable on the field that they hadn't paid attention to how bad you were getting. Price scooped you up without a word- when did you get so light?

You woke up hours later. Surrounded by blankets- and so, so warm. You were still so out of it- barely conscious as you started purring, loud and deep. You kneaded the soft fabric, your mind stuck on the feeling of being with a pride. You didn't question it when a pair of hands started brushing your hair, your little ears flicking as your purring grew stronger. Eyes closed in complete bliss- you weren't able to put your finger on what felt wrong until a scottish brogue rumbled from the side.

"Isnae like we meant ta do it to the lass-"

"Did it anyway. Isn't that right, cap?" Another voice- this one lower. Rougher. Ghost- your L.T-

You fought your way out of that soft, safe headspace, a warning snarl slipping out as you wiggled out from under whoever was grooming you- Kyle, you realized as you opened your eyes, glaring at the group. Disorented and so, so stuck in your insticts. Letting out another little snarl when Price appeared. You didn't trust this- it had to be a trick- it couldn't be true-

"Easy there," Prices voice was low and soothing. His hands held palm out, like how one would approach a dangerous animal. Which, you supposed, is what you were currently. "Don't be scared- you haven't done anythin' wrong-"

It was enough to make you stop snarling, but you were still shoved in the corner of the den, a circular pit filled with blankets. It was so- so hard to remain tense, your head was still so fuzzy, and it felt so good.

You missed the concerned look from the rest of your team when you collapsed back down with a sob when Gaz hesitantly ran his fingers through your hair, going back to grooming. You missed the short curse Ghost let out when you nuzzled hard again Gaz's stomach, purring loud when he picked at the matts.

You were completely starved. Starved of touch, affection, basic maintenance, of being able to indulge your instincts. How could they have ignored you like this? And for what- because they were too comfortable with their existing pack dynamic? Just because they were wary of you being another apex predator, a feline at that? Soap was quickly sinking into guilt with just how desperate you seemed as Gaz gently combed your hair, with you nuzzling him and rubbing all over his stomach and chest, purring up a storm.

Price left to get you some food, and to call Laswell to ask for help. He wasn't too proud to acknowledge just how much he had fucked up. Ghost remained at the edge of the den even when Soap climbed in and started to help Gaz with your hair. It really was bad. He got a good look at the sorry state of the rest of you, how dull your skin was, how lean you had gotten. He almost started whimpering when all you did was lick a little at an old cut on his hand, eyes completely closed in pure trust. How could you be so friendly after all they had done? So forgiving? You were an almost pathetic sight with how you were basically groveling at the affection, getting completely drunk on pleasure from what was the bare damn minimum. Ghost knew exactly how. After so much coldness for so long, the first touch of acceptance, of warmth, was completely overwhelming.

All any of them could think was, how in the hell do we fix this?

All done! Hope everyone likes it, I really enjoyed writing it!!

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You had been terrified your entire pregnancy. Not of being a mother. Not of König. No— you were terrified of the size of the baby.

Because your husband was a mountain of a man.

Nearly seven feet tall, broad enough to block the entire doorway, hands so huge they made coffee mugs look childish. König looked like the kind of man built to father massive babies with bowling-ball heads and shoulders wide enough to ruin your life on delivery day.

The closer you got to your due date, the more emotional you became about it.

“König..” you whispered one night, staring at his chest while he held you against him, “what if your baby comes out built like a full-grown toddler?”

He nearly choked trying not to laugh.

“Our baby is not coming out with a beard, Schatz.”

“That’s not funny.”

“It is a little funny.”

You’d smacked his chest weakly while he kissed your forehead, though the poor man did try comforting you afterward. He promised he’d stay beside you the whole time, promised your body was made for this, promised doctors existed for a reason.

Still, you expected pain.

Expected terror.

Expected to hear nurses gasp in horror at the giant infant you’d somehow created with this massive Austrian soldier.

Instead—

Your baby arrived…..tiny.

Absolutely, unbelievably tiny.

A little thing wrapped in hospital blankets, blinking up at the world with huge blue shiny eyes and the faintest dusting of strawberry-blonde hair across their soft head.

The nurse placed the baby into König’s arms and the sight almost made you cry harder than labor itself.

Because König looked gigantic.

His enormous scarred hands cradled the baby so carefully, so delicately, like he was terrified even breathing too hard would hurt it. His shoulders shook beneath quiet laughter, stunned and disbelieving.

“So small..” he whispered.

Your baby’s hand curled around one of his fingers— and couldn’t even hold all of it. König stared like his heart had been ripped straight from his chest. Meanwhile you were still emotional for an entirely different reason.

“That’s it?” you croaked from the hospital bed. “That’s what I was scared of?!”

König outright laughed then, deep and breathless behind his mask before he leaned down to kiss your forehead repeatedly.

“You were very brave for surviving our terrifyingly tiny child.”

a recent sketch of my monster!simon but like.. near the most 'human' he can look. i'll post the other wip and thoughts below a cut, and a speedpaint!! but.. can u see his mouse split.. ehehe

Soooo Decided to branch to a scarier character of the Call of Duty world. Cause I was bored!

Nikto and FemReader + OOC Daughter

Part 2 >>>

Warnings: Uncomfortable/Break in- Nothing really else

● NOTE: If you've never seen Nikto from COD before he does have acute dissociative disorder, so at times he will refer to himself as 'Us/We' a bit randomly.

"Shhh Shh"

summary: your boyfriend has an identical twin, and while you can easily tell them apart by now, you've had your mix-up moments in the beginning.

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as much as you try to stretch out your sleep, avoiding getting up up until the last minute, you somehow manage to get up earlier than ryland at times.

there are days where his schedule allows even the slightest flexibility, letting him get some much needed sleep, and while you're only slightly jealous of the sight of him curled up all cosy under the covers, you can't help feeling happy for him.

not bothering to cover your mouth when you yawn, you put some water in the kettle, setting out two thermoses you prepared last night on the counter before sluggishly making your way to the bathroom.

you might have taken some time going through your usual routine, sleepiness applying a speed decrease debuff to your movements, but it still comes as a surprise when you step back into the kitchen once you're fully dressed, only to see ryland's broad back hunched over the table, nursing a cup of coffee, the fox print of his signature cardigan across his broad back making your lips stretch in a smile.

he does get up earlier than needs to occasionally, just to see you off, which is the sweetest thing ever.