#jumpingmanatee

[fizzyxcustard]

Hello, Fizzy. It's been a long time. I don't want to sound pushing, but do you think you could finish your series, Heir? I love that story?

Hello, love!!! I hope you’re okay. It’s been so long. I did message you a few weeks back as I thought about you. Everything okay?

I do hope to eventually finish it. Thank you SO much for enquiring. It does really make me happy to think that you remembered it. I will definitely go back over it just for you. ❤️❤️❤️

[luna-redamancy]

Omg! I am so happy you updated Mate, you just made my day. Thank you so much, I'm looking forward to your next update. I only have one question, will this be a happy ending?

I’m so glad you’re enjoying the update! Without spoiling too much- yes. There will be a happy ending, 8 parts in total is my goal, but it could extend past it. I hope you enjoy the upcoming chapters ❤️

[avengerscompound]

I don't suppose you'd be willing g to do a Thor x fem reader x Tony smut? I've never read one where they're all together.

I will headcanon things for that pairing (trioing?), but for fic writing, I need to feel it.  And that’s not one I particularly feel.  I’m not anti it either and I adopt new ships more than I change my socks.  So who knows maybe one day. 

[fizzyxcustard]

Hello there!

I don't suppose I could convince you to update Heir as a birthday present to me? I don't know if you're still writing or not. If you're not then I'm sorry I bothered you.

Hello, sweetie. Lovely to hear from you. Hope you’re well and 2021 has started well for you. I’ve got to admit that recently I haven’t written much of anything as I’ve been busy with work and personal things. I’ve got quite a few fics which are still in progress but have gone on the back burner for a bit. I do intend to get back to them, but I’ve just not had a lot of motivation recently for writing. My apologies, love. I know you’ve asked about this one a few times and I’ve let you down. I’ll try my best....

[fizzyxcustard]

I don't suppose you'd be willing to do another chapter of Heir. If not that's okay. I only wanted something Thorin.

I’d love to get back into Heir. It didn’t seem to be a fic a lot of people cared for too much, so I kind of let it fall to the wayside. It’s definitely on my agenda to write.

I’ve kinda stalled with my writing recently, and even the ships. I don’t quite know why, but I hope to get back to it all. :-) If anything changes, however, you’ll all be made aware as I have requests sitting in my inbox. They’re safe though.

[fizzyxcustard]

A First of Many Things

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Fandom: Richard Armitage RPF

Pairing: Richard Armitage x fem!reader

Summary: You are in a car accident, leaving you in ICU and your premature baby delivered by caesarian. Richard looks on, helpless and terrified for both of you. 

Warnings: Fluff, angst, hospitalisation

Word count: 1348

Notes/comments: Written as a very special request for @jumpingmanatee Love you, beautiful! If you wish to be added to or removed from any of my tag lists, please let me know. Enjoy!

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Richard stared at the phone in disbelief for a split second upon hearing the devastating news that you had been involved in a car accident. Terror also hit him hard and tears began to swell up in his eyes. Then the adrenaline kicked in, surging through his veins at high velocity, sending him into a frenzy.

He raced out of the apartment, car keys in hand and ran down the stairs, not even bothering to wait for the elevator. Richard jumped two and three steps at a time, his long legs propelling him down the staircase. The rest of the world became a blur around him, no sights or sounds making any sense. Only one thing made sense to him right now: get to the hospital.

As Richard screeched out of the parking area of his apartment block, he nearly hit a pedestrian, intent on getting to his destination. “Hold on, my love,” he whispered to himself. “I’m coming.” The thought of having him beside you, your hand brushing down his thigh as he drove made the tears fall even quicker. He remembered the first time he had taken you for a drive in the States, and you had wound up making love in the backseat of his BMW, another first of many things.

He remembered your first official date, your first time sleeping next to one another in bed, the news that you were carrying your first child. Today was meant to be the day you were officially able to reside in the US, your green card having been validated.

***

You remained unconscious, swaying to and fro, feeling pain and then peace. There were voices, bright lights and beeps. But there was none of it that you could hold on to; everything seemed to be out of control and as soon as you tried to focus, your mind drifted away somewhere else. Shards of scattered memories, faces of loved ones, mostly Richard. There were thoughts of a rose-cheeked infant, giggling, being held tight and kissed by the man you loved. A family. Your first proper family.

Then darkness took you completely, until excruciating pain came in waves, swelling and then they suddenly stopped, darkness coming again.

***

Days passed and Richard remained at your bedside, holding your hand. He spoke to you about the first time you had met, your first kiss. He looked down at the diamond solitaire ring on your bedside table, protected by a plastic bag and amongst your personal items: phone, keys, purse, passport.

“We’re waiting for you to wake up,” he whispered, brushing a lock of hair from your brow, which had become a stray from the beside fan which moved in a semi-circular motion. “Then we can all have our first day together as a family.”

A gentle knock came to the door and a nurse entered, bringing in a familiar face. “Hey, how is she?” Lee, Richard’s best friend asked. He held a large bouquet of bright flowers in his hand. “And the little guy?”

Lee noticed that Richard remained quiet for a few seconds longer, his blue eyes locked on his fiancée. “She’s got swelling on the brain, which they think may take a few more days to subside. Her caesarean went well, but he’s got to be monitored until he’s grown a bit more.”

“They’ll be okay, Rich,” Lee said softly, placing his hand on Richard’s shoulder. “They’ve got you looking after them.”

***

Richard never left the hospital, dividing his time between the ICU and maternity units. During the afternoons, when you were having various tests completed and doctor checks conducted, Richard would sit in the maternity ICU, watching your newborn son, tiny and helpless. As of yet he had no name. A record folder on the plastic incubator, and a tiny ankle tag on his right leg were the only identification indicators of the baby boy: Baby Armitage. Officially, unnamed babies were normally identified using their mother’s surname if parents unmarried, but Richard had told the nurses that you were both intending to marry later that year.

He drifted through the hospital, dark circles appearing under his eyes and his stubble becoming a beard. Richard was lonely, terrified, exhausted, hungry and felt as though he was on the brink of losing everything he loved. The swelling on your brain by now seemed to have come to a halt, but was not subsiding as quickly as the doctors would have hoped. Your son was still very underweight. Both your lives could easily have fallen either side of the balance, slipping off all of a sudden and plummeting Richard’s life into darkness.

Richard had asked for Lee to bring in a few of your personal items to try and brighten the white room. Everything was too sterile, too impersonal. He wanted to smell your perfume, not disinfectant; see the colourful blankets, cushions and furniture that you had decorated the apartment with, not hollow white; listen to your girly giggles and soft voice, not the constant beep of machines helping to keep you breathing.

Next to you, on the bedside cabinet was a cheesy Statue of Liberty figure you had brought upon your first time in New York. There was a photo of both you and Richard together, dressed in New Year outfits at Lee’s party. There was also a small potted cactus and vintage, shabby chic clock. All of it personalised your space, making this room look more as if it belonged to you.

***

After almost ten days, your ventilator had been shut off and you were now fully able to breathe by yourself. One blessing. The baby was moving more, putting on weight consistently, ounces daily. It wasn’t quite over, but at least Richard could begin breathing a slight sigh of relief. His family were on their way to full health.

“I’ll never let anything happen to either of you again, I promise,” Richard whispered one morning. He had woken early, his back aching from the awkward sleeping position he had had to endure overnight. The sunrise had been beautiful, taking him back to the first time he had watched it with you. It was back in London whilst he was performing The Crucible. On a weekend off, Richard had booked you both into a hotel and you had talked, kissed, made love, laughed all night. Then as fatigue began to take you over, the sun rose. Pinks, reds and peach spread across the sky, the stars beginning to disappear.

“Good morning, Mr. Armitage,” a cheerful, middle-aged nurse said. “Breakfast?”

“Please. Toast and a coffee, the usual, please,” he asked politely.

You felt aching in almost every part of your body as your mind came to, pushing through to the waking world. Was it really him? The man you loved was sat at the side of your bed, his head bowed. You groaned, then rasped, trying to form words.

The baby? There was no movement. No fluttering or kicking. “The…baby?” you choked, in terror.

“He’s fine,” Richard replied, getting up from his seat quickly. “Oh, thank God you’re awake.” Richard leaned over the bed and kissed your head and you felt tears of love and relief fall down your cheeks.

***

Later that day, you received a special visitor. Despite still being in pain, feeling dizzy and exhausted, your baby boy was brought through to you. A kind nurse wheeled his incubator into your private room and instantly you began to cry upon the sight of him. “My angel,” you wept. Richard held your hand and kissed your brow as your boy was carefully taken from his place of sleep and placed in your arms.

Instantly, the baby began to wriggle, recognising his mother. Tears came thick and fast down your cheeks, and Richard held you, reassuring you.

“He’s beautiful,” Richard sniffed.

“He looks just like you,” you laughed, as your fingertips caressed the baby’s cheeks. You leaned down and kissed his dark head, noticing that he was already beginning to grow quite a thick head of hair. “I want to call him Alexander Lee.”

[fizzyxcustard]

Can I request Imagine falling in love with Thorin before the quest of Erebor. You are not aware of his royal status, as you are human. When you find out, you try and flee. Be a full length fic, please

Hello, love. This story is on my to-do list and will be coming out after the New Year. :) Thank you for requesting it. 

[fizzyxcustard]

I got another one. What if yours and Thorin's baby is trying to learn to walk and at the same time you're trying to get him to say his word. You've been working with the baby for days but when he sees Thorin he squeals and toddles over to him falling into his arms and says his first word. Dada. Your mouth hangs open and you cross your arms "traitor" You say with a huff.

I absolutely LOVE this! Consider it a sequel to Mahal’s Miracle, and officially on my to-do list!