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#9

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPA WILL! 🥰🎉

Will stared out at the midnight London skyline from the window of the Institute’s music room. His parabatai’s violin visible from the corner of his vision, illuminated by the full moon and gathering dust just as it has been for years now.

It’s the first hour of his birthday. Another year spent with his soul’s other half at an arm’s length away from him; close enough to see and to touch, but not close enough to draw into his arms as much as he wanted to, never close enough to pull him back completely into his life again. Some would say Will was lucky. He could still talk to his parabatai when he was supposed to be dead.

Well, Will has always been greedy.

He was a sturdy masculine silhouette in the dead of night, his heart and head playing back memories before his eyes. He was still. He let the world turn while he stayed rooted in the past.

Something wet and warm attached itself on his ankle. Will jumped.

His son was staring at him with wide golden eyes and a wet smile.

“Oh dear.” Will murmured, picking James up off the floor and wiping his assaulted ankle with the blanket his son dragged out of bed with him.

“Why are you awake?” he asked James, wiping at his mouth with the blanket. It came away sticky with saliva. James lunged for his father’s cheek.

“I am not food my darling.” James giggled as Will pulled his mouth away from his cheek with an audible pop! Will grimaced and wiped his cheek with the blanket.

The long and silent journey to his room was made bearable by the tiny warm body snuggled in the crook of his neck. His baby protecting him from the walls of the Institute, thwarting its plans to close in on him with memories that refused to fade. Will dropped a kiss on his son’s head.

Tessa placed the book she was reading on their nightstand. She didn’t seem surprised to see Will enter with James. She patted the place beside her.

Will climbed on the bed and sat James between him and his mother. Tessa reached for her son.

“Why are you awake Jamie?” she asked her son. James didn’t reply, he laid his head on her swollen belly. Tessa smiled. In just a few months she’ll have two little ones running about their home.

She turned to look at Will, who was already looking at her fondly.

“Happy Birthday, love.” she kissed him. “I miss him too.”

“I know.” Will pulled his wife and son into his arms.

“I don’t want you to spend your birthday with that sad smile on your face.” Tessa’s hand came up to trace Will’s mouth.

“Our Jem may not be as near as we want him to be, but we still have other family.” she said.

Will nodded. “Yes, I saw the cake ingredients laid out neatly on the kitchen island.” Tessa laughed.

“Of course you did. You have to act surprised though, unless you want Cecily to scold you for walking around in your own home.” Will snorted. He wasn’t a thespian, Cecily would have to make do with an unsurprised Will.

Tessa kissed his cheek and predicted that breakfast was going to be an interesting affair. Everything always is when the Herondale siblings are together.

Something wet and warm was on her chest, right next to the jade necklace she rarely took off.

“Where is Jamie’s pacifier?” Tessa asked, wiping away at her chest with her son’s already soaked blanket.

“I’ll get it.” Will said softly, his eyes trained on the pendant Tessa wore. He stroked the jade once, reverently, before cupping Tessa’s face and kissing her.

Will headed to his son’s room with a heart clear of melancholy and a plan for some minor injuries that’ll require a certain Silent Brother’s attention. He grinned, knowing that he’ll once again get his way today. His family will be complete, if only for a few hours.

It was his birthday after all.

December 31, 2020

Sorry I haven’t posted much, I got very caught up at work. But fun story, Red Hood apparently is at a bunch of the drag shows downtown, like a few months ago when I was there I saw him, and then someone got a video of him at the one last weekend and put it on TikTok

firm believer that a true romantic ushioi would never be possible. bc oikawa would never do that to himself

Dios mío this is fucking beautiful.

LMAO RAPHAEL TOLD LILY THAT BABY ALEC TRIED TO FLIRT WITH HIM BAHAHA I'M DYING

iwaizumi hajime (47) athletic trainer who publishes award winning research, becoming a pioneer in his field. he goes to conferences and presents said research for thousands of people. there are techniques named after him, he gets to write a textbook. his work is included in dozens of textbooks. he is invited for guest lectures at colleges and universities in nearly every country; including, but not limited to, his alma mater in california.

the topic of said research? knee recovery in athletes and recognizing the signs of the particular injuries before they start, stopping the injuries before they even happen. the goal of said research? to maximize an athlete’s performance and lengthen their career and limit muscle fatigue and surgeries even after they retire.

he is asked many questions about his research, but the one posed most often is why. why would he chose this topic.

“it is simple,” he always says. “i want to help others. this felt like the best way to do it.”

others, he says; he means it of course. he wants to help others and he has, he has helped thousands of athletes across the world. but to those who know him, they know it all ties back to one person.

in all of his published works, oikawa’s data is present. his x-rays and scans and initial prognosis, his routines and procedures and how the exercises made him feel. all of it compared to iwaizumi’s newly developed research and routines. oikawa’s name is omitted for privacy, but everyone knows it.

obviously, iwaizumi needed to gather data from hundreds of participants, but the same images and scans and quotes are all pulled from the same person.

iwaizumi loves his husband to the point of rewriting the story that oikawa would never make it as a professional athlete. watching tooru never give in to the critics was the whole he reason he chose this field in the first place, after all. hajime healed his injury with his own two hands and stood beside him every step of the way. iwaizumi loves him to the point of creation.

because all of it, after all this time, was for oikawa.

YES

Raise your hand if you wish for a reunion like this between Kit and Ty during TWP, coz I surely can’t wait for the turning table 👀 

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