Tumgik
#all I care about is the relationship between an old lady and her cat (and bird)
teenandbeyond · 8 months
Text
Shota Aizawa x Fem. Black Reader
Tumblr media
I wrote this to flesh out the possible relationship between Aizawa and an OC for my fanfic.
Want more from me? 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝
☆*: .。. .。.:*☆☆*: .。. .。.:*☆
🐱Beauty at the Café🐱 (MHA or My Hero Academia)
Warning(s): Reader is a rich MILF (Kid is in his class), Bold=English
You and Aizawa have frequent meet-ups at a quaint little cat café...it's about time you met his friend Present Mic...
✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨
The first time you ran into each other was purely coincidence.
He heard of this newly opened cat café that was popular, yet somehow quiet and far from packed.
And he liked cats, so why not check it out?
You sponsored the café due to the owners being young, you wanted to support them as a fellow cat lover and owner. They wanted you to try out all their dishes for your opinion.
You noticed him as he sat down at a table next to yours.
"Oh. That you Eraser head?"
He slowly turned his head, recognizing the voice, "Ms. [Last Name]."
You leaned your head on a fist with a pearly white smile, "I'm both surprised and unsurprised to see you here."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked dryly.
"You kinda seemed like a cat kind of man, that's all. Funny we ran into each other, though."
"What are you doing here? This isn't usually the area people in your class enjoy."
You chuckle, "Even the rich like cheap when we're modest—But actually, I'm here on business."
"Business. Sounds about right for the richest woman in the world," he turned his attention to a soft-looking Birman.
"Cinnamon."
"What?"
"That's her name. Cinnamon."
"Oh."
Eventually, he would sit at your table with you. And eventually the length of conversation grew.
Once he realized you weren't some snobby rich lady, he was quite a bit more comfortable with you. But he wasn't too surprised, your daughter acted far from spoiled. Had no idea she was a rich kid until he met you and learned you were her mother.
He was glad one of his favorite students had a good parent to match.
And even though he didn't want to admit it, he was really starting to warm up to you.
He wasn't the biggest fan of the business suits, heels, and overall made up look. He wasn't one to care about appearance that much.
But your coiled hair, thick and natural...
He loved the feeling of freeness it gave off, it took away the intimidating classiness that clashed against his...he didn't know.
And he supposed you weren't always dressed to work, sometimes he saw you in casual and steetwear. Baggy clothes, tees with the faces of old rappers, heavy boots and cardigans.
He admittedly liked when you wore comfy clothes better.
But he thought you could pull of anything.
You best accessory to him other than your hair was your smile. Which was saying a lot coming from a guy who wasn't the happy type.
But there was a problem.
Someone was onto him, noticing he was going out more.
Hizashi.
So Aizawa tried to be slick, hide you from him...
But he should've known his friend better than that.
"You don't need to come with me."
"I just wanna see what's so great, that has you coming here every other day! You never go out this much."
"I like cats."
"Sure, cats," the blonde smirked, "You met a woman there didn't you?"
"No."
"You did!" he gasped, "Is she there now?"
"I don't know."
"I want to meet her!"
"That's not necessary."
When Hizashi laid eyes on you, he had to lower his shades, he was in complete disbelief.
"Huh...she's actually very pretty."
Aizawa glared at his friend, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I just thought it'd be someone sadder-looking, like you. That seemed like it'd be more your type."
Aizawa can only sigh, then you happen to look up mid-bite.
You smile and wave to the familiar pro-hero as he approaches, "Hello, again, Aizawa. How've you been since the last time I saw you?"
He groans, sliding into the booth seat across from you, "Could be better. Got tailed this time."
You lean forward on a fist in intrigue, observing the person accompanying him, "You're a friend of Aizawa's...Present Mic, right?"
"You can call me Hizashi!"
You and Hizashi seemed to get along swimmingly, which made Shota feel both fond and annoyed at the same time.
Then he lost you both when you started speaking in English.
"Nah, there ain't no way!"
"Yeah, that's what he did," Hazashi was cackling like a hyena.
"That villain was tweakin'! What did he think you was finna do? Let him just do that? Crazy!"
Apparently when you were comfortable, your English became more casual. Aizawa thought it was cute.
Then he decided he did enough social interaction for one day.
But just as he and Hizashi went out the exit, he sharply turned to him.
"What?"
"Give me your phone real quick, Shota."
"Why?" he narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
"Just trust me."
"I'm not trusting that smile," but Shota gave it to him anyway.
Hizashi ran back inside and Aizawa impatiently waited until the blonde came out with a goofy grin, handing him his phone back.
"Why are you smiling like that?"
"You can thank me later. And look, you already got a text!"
Aizawa looked down at his phone. Your name was on the screen and lo and behold, there was a single text.
'I had fun! It was nice to see you again Eraserhead o(^▽^)o'
"Whoa! Is that a smile I see?"
The minuscule smile was gone, "No."
"It waaas!" he gently elbowed his lonely looking friend.
"It wasn't.
"You think she's cuuute," he poked Shota's side.
"...Whatever."
"You didn't deny it! Who would've thought you could pull?
"Shut up, idiot.
'coffee's on me next time if youre up for it.'
130 notes · View notes
yanderedreaming · 2 years
Text
Baby don’t cry
Pairings: Fem!reader and Chrollo Lucilfer
Warnings: Stalking, implied manipulation, murder, smut.
Summary: y/n’s been having the worst luck with men. No man seems to stick around other than her friend Chrollo Lucilfer who’s always been there for her.
Word Count: 3k
Tumblr media
MDNI
Chrollo Lucilfer was the one constant man in your life. He was the perfect example of how a man should be; kind, gentle, caring and chivalrous. The one man who would come to you whenever you were feeling low, prioritising you over all else. Each time a new guy you liked ghosted you and you never heard from them again, you’d go right back into Chrollo’s warm embrace, and he would reassure you telling you they weren’t worth it, that you should give up and focus on yourself instead. The right one would just walk into your life and you wouldn’t even realise it until it happens.
Every time it happened you’d question yourself, what was it about you that drove men away? Why does it always happen? The questioned plagued your thoughts and you were slowly giving up on love, remembering what Chrollo had told you. Your dependence on Chrollo also grew, you felt safe with him. The feeling of being watched all the time would subside when you were with him, the feeling of not being enough subsided when you were with him which is why when he told you he would be gone for 3 months for a business trip your heart broke, you felt anxious. 
The time when Chrollo wasn’t there was sad at best, you dove into work and would go for drinks with a co-worker occasionally. Never once entertaining a person of the opposite gender knowing how it would end anyway. You had given up hope, maybe you were destined to be an old cat lady? 
Just as Chrollo had said that you would find someone and not even know until it happens. You found Andrew, a new co worker, he was by all means perfect, you had allowed him into your life because he was your co-worker and never expected things to end up the way that they did but they did. You were finally in a stable relationship, you couldn’t wait to tell Chrollo! 
You waited for your friend to return from his business trip, he wasn’t much of a texter so you didn’t bother. It wasn’t until he returned that you introduced him to Andrew, the two hit it off quite well and you couldn’t be happier. Chrollo was happy for you, and told you you deserved to be with someone who made you happy.
On your 6 month anniversary with Andrew he broke up with you. Your heart shattered. The Andrew you knew was just a façade, apparently he got with you to make his ex jealous and it worked, she wanted him back and you were dumped in the process. He left you standing there, your body paralysed. You didn’t know how long it had been since Andrew walked away, you just wallowed in self pity your feet moving on their own to go back to find that warm embrace that always made you feel better, hence, how you ended up in Chrollo’s penthouse.
As soon as he opened the door you crashed into his arms and broke out in a sob, holding him tight just to feel the warmth once again. “Y/n, please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see tears in your beautiful eyes.” Chrollo spoke, his hand caressing your hair while the other pulled you close into a tight hug. “Chrollo I- I can’t. Why di-did it happen? Am I not g-good enough?” You spoke in between sobs your hands grabbing the collar of his shirt for support as you lifted your face from his chest to look into his eyes. It was as if he knew this was bound to happen, it was quite the common occurrence at this point. “Y/n, I know its hard. That b*stard never deserved you. You’re beautiful, smart, funny, and everything a man could ask for. If I was your boyfriend, I’d never make you cry. Heck, I’d rush to marry you.” He continued, “Don’t shed your tears for someone who’s undeserving of them. I’ll always be here for you, whenever you need me.”
Each word that Chrollo spoke was laced with authenticity and care. You could tell, his voice was always soft when he spoke to you, his arms always open for you. As attractive as he was, he never once gave into any flirting attempts made by any one of the women that flocked around him, his eyes were always on you. Were you missing something? Was it because of you? The sudden realisation hit you and you couldn’t help but wonder and to test the waters you inched forward. It was now or never.
You inched forward, slightly closing your eyes setting them on his plump lips waiting for him to close the gap which he hesitantly did so. The moment his lips touched yours you felt a wave of relief flush over you, the feeling was amazing, the chemistry was already there.
He started to move his lips softly and you moved yours in unison parting them slightly to allow his tongue to enter in your mouth, the kiss deepened and your lips move on their own trying to savour each second of this passionate kiss, your tongue exploring his mouth and your hands running through his black locks. Both of his hands made their way to your back and he pulled you in closer, your bodies pressed up against one another. He broke off the kiss and started kissing your neck, sucking each spot lightly leaving a trail of hickeys along the way, you were quick to get rid of his shirt wanting to jump right in, the heat of the moment clouding your judgement.
Chrollo unzipped your black dress and turned you around wrapping his arms around your waist, your back pressed against his chest as he slid the strap of your little black dress and placed soft kisses on your shoulder your hand grabbed the back of his neck to push it in as a form of encouragement. His erection poked your back, your back arching slighting to let the dress fall down, as soon as it did, he was quick to close the gap and deepen the tight embrace. 
You turned back around and pulled him into another deep kiss, his hands made their way to your ass as he whispered “jump” in your ear, you then wrapped your legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss in the process as he walked towards the direction of his bed room lightly throwing you down on the bed and immediately getting on top of you. He began to retrace the hickeys he had left on your neck, going further down this time to your cleavage, he licked his lips as he pressed your breasts together kissing them. 
You moaned his name and rubbed the back of his head pushing it deeper into your cleavage wanting more. Chrollo stopped for a second and got back up, running his hands through his hair he turned away from you, you hoisted yourself up on your elbows and asked, “What’s wrong?” concern lacing your voice, wondering if he wasn’t interested anymore.
“y/n, I can’t do this. You’re too fragile, I feel as if I’m taking advantage of your emotional state.” he said and he turned to look at you, his eyes scanning your body as he bit his lips, “Fuck, you’re so perfect. I’ve wanted to be with you since the day I met you. I’ve been hopelessly in love with you, but I don’t want you to think of me as an a** for trying to fuck you when you’re down” He said rubbing his palms on his face.
“You’re not taking advantage of anything Chrollo. I want you. I need you.” you said, he looked at you, his grey eyes locked with your own, he took a step towards you before he stopped and asked, “I need you to say it. Explicitly say it.” you got up from your position and placed his hand on your chest and spoke in response, “Chrollo Lucilfer. I want you to fuck me.” 
As if impulse was the driving factor, his hand squeezed your breast lightly, every fibre of his being was telling him to rip your bra off and to start sucking your breasts. His eyes darting from your face to your chest and as if he was mentally scolding himself his hand started to slowly withdraw. “I’m in love with you y/n. I really am. Heck, i’m madly in love with you. I can’t see anyone but you and-“ he paused to take a deep breath, “I don’t want you to give into carnal desire and just do it for the sake of it. I can’t risk losing you” his voice trailed off while he spoke the last part.
Y/n’s lips parted ever so slightly and she said, “Chrollo. I never tried anything because I valued you so much. I’ve always been attracted to you but was scared of losing you too. This isn’t carnal desire, this is me being brave enough to take a step.” Your voice was low, but loud enough for him to hear. His face lit up hearing those words and he rushed forward to kiss you once again, hearing you express your feelings was all he wanted.
He pushed you on the bed and ripped your bra off, pausing for a second to take in the view before lowering himself to start placing kisses all around your right breast while massaging the left. He kissed and sucked every inch of your breast before stopping right near the nipple, slowly licking around it before lightly brushing his lips on your nipple as his mouth hovered over it.
He parted his mouth to take it in, swirling his tongue around it while gently sucking, slowly he took more of your breast in his mouth and continued that motion earning a moan from you in response. Your breasts were a big erogenous zone for you, the way he was sucking them was getting you wetter by the second. Chrollo’s eyes looked up to see your face, your eyes were lidded and your lips parted, small moans leaving them. Knowing how your breasts were the key to your arousal, he turned to face the next one, mimicking the actions he did on the other one. He released your left nipple, a popping sound emitting as a result and grabbed both of your breasts squeezing them together before gently kissing the centre and moving down to kiss your stomach.
He left light kisses there knowing you were rather ticklish and didn’t want to risk ruining the mood. His hands grabbed your clothed core and began rubbing the fabric right where it was. He lowered your panties and grabbed either one of your legs placing them on his shoulder before his hands made their way to your hips to hold you in place, his tongue then started by giving you a big lick on your core, swirling around your clit before taking it in his mouth sucking it lightly, his tongue working in circular motions to stimulate it. He brought one of his hands down to insert two fingers in your core while the other made its way to grab your breast, massaging it lightly. You placed one hand on his head, lightly grabbing a fistful of hair while the other rested on the hand that was on your breast encouraging him to continue massaging them.
His fingers pumped inside you slowly before exploring your core trying to find that one spot that would be enough to drive you over the edge, once he found it he curled them up and started working his magic, the orgasmic feeling intensified with each pump, his mouth sucking your clit just right and the hand on your breast had started to tighten its grip when he felt your back arch knowing you were close. He worked his magic on all fronts until your grip on his hair tightened and you said, “Don’t stop” the wave of pleasure took over you and you let out a loud moan as you came.
Taking a breath of two you started to get up, grabbing Chrollo by his pants and taking them off along with his boxers. His throbbing cock was out now and your eyes widened, you never imagined he would be this big, well endowed was an under statement, swallowing whatever spit you had in your mouth, your hand made their way to grab his dick, but before you could do that he grabbed you by the wrists and pinned you back on the bed.
“No, I can’t wait any longer” he said, positioning himself on top of you, your genitals aligning. He rubbed his cock on your entrance, to coat it with your cum sliding it up to your clit rubbing it slightly before bringing it back down right in front of your entrance.
“Are you ready, love?” He asked with his tender voice. You nodded and he lowered his face to place a soft kiss on your lips right as he entered you. A wave of pleasure came over you and you let out a small moan, Chrollo grunted when his cock was fully inside, he was careful to slide it in slowly, a few small thrusts to get you used to the size.
“You can pick up the pace now.” You said, finally used to his size and he started thrusting in you a little faster each time. You moaned each time you felt his tip kiss your cervix, knowing you liked it fast, he picked up the pace till he was thrusting in you like there was no tomorrow, you were a moaning mess by this point.
“Fuck, Chrollo, God, Omg” was all you could say, with your hands firmly on his back, your nails were digging in the skin of his back but neither one of you could care less. You were just enjoying the feeling, the sensation of Chrollo deep inside you.
Chrollo stopped just as he was close, taking his cock out he picked you up and placed you on the table, your legs fell on either side of his and he entered you once again. This time thrusting deep as soon as he entered, the flat surface table stopped your movement allowing him to hit you deeper and harder. If you were a moaning mess before, you don’t even know what you were now.
He placed his hands on your waist and held you firmly in place fucking you even harder than before if that was even possible, leaving you babbling incoherently. Chrollo’s hands moved from your waist to your back as he pulled you forward, you moved your legs to grab his waist, your ass still positioned on the table, he arched your back and placed one hand on your back to arch it while the other made its way to the back of your neck pulling it down. He took one of your breasts in his mouth and sucked on it while still thrusting inside you.
The feeling of his thick cock filling you along with the sensation you felt while he sucked your breast pushed you over the edge once again, your walls tightened and you came once again. Shortly after Chrollo’s cock began twitching and you knew he was about to come too. A few more thrusts and he came inside of you. His hot seed filled you up completely and he grunted loudly as he did. He thrusted deep once more before pulling his cock out a second later.
Chrollo picked you up and placed you on the bed, handing you a wet wipe to clean up, as he did the same. After which he got into bed right next to you and pulled you in a tight embrace. He kissed your forehead and said, “I love you y/n. I want to be with you. So, what do you say? Will you be mine?” His grey eyes were fixated on yours, you stared at him deeply and gave him a soft kiss on the lips before replying, “yes” Chrollo smiled and started to kiss you all over your face, he was ecstatic to say the least.
He knew just how drained you were which was confirmed when you fell asleep in his arms slowly after. Chrollo smiled to himself, feeling as is he had the biggest victory of his life, the treasure he wanted the most was finally his and nothing could take it away from him.
He was upset that it couldn’t happen sooner, and that you gave yourself to that scum, Andrew, but it didn’t matter, heck, it was actually something that helped him, all those times he watched the two of you make love allowed him to pick up on a lot of things, he knew what you liked in bed. He knew what you wanted in a relationship and was able to give you just that, anything to keep his love happy. Shalnark’s ability came in handy when it was time to finally get you to run to him once again. This time he was certain he wouldn’t let you go, the jealousy he felt when you were with Andrew made him promise himself he would never let you into another man’s embrace ever again.
His phone screen lit up, and he grabbed it, the message from Shalnark read, we’ve disposed of him. A smile adorned his face as he turned to look at your sleeping frame. Getting rid of all those men was certainly worth it, the love of his life was now sleeping soundly in his arms.
642 notes · View notes
Text
10 Characters / 10 Fandoms / 10 Tags
pick 10 characters from 10 fandoms and tag 10 people. thank you for tagging me @ithinkthiswasabadidea :)
apparently you don't have to comment on them. HOWEVER, i love talking about my interests, and you've given me an excuse to do it, so let's go!
(not in any particular order, i love them all.)
constantin d'orsay (greedfall) baby boy. has done nothing wrong ever in his entire life. seeing him activates my knight instinct. i would fight lord and lady d'orsay for him. i would fight the high king guy for him. i would fight god for him. if he is wrong i would reshape reality to make him right. all of this to say, i love him a normal amount.
viego (league of legends / ruination / runeterra) if i had a nickel for every time a character i love was born a second son of a ruler and so was never intended to lead, yet became an heir after his brother's death, was supposed to die because of poison, had only one person he cared about deeply, in something between eternal love and obsession caused immense destruction for the sake of that person (who has never asked for any of this), had some sort of transformation during which his hair turned from fair/blond to platinum, his eye color changed, and there appeared some weird magic-related thing on his head symbolizing his becoming a villain (or, rather, making it clear that he was wrong all along), then i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice. ok, now for a more normal explanation. bringing your kingdom & then entire realm to ruin for your wife? in grief, in hopeless attempt to revive her? i love this! i love it when love turns people evil.
camilla hect (the locked tomb) i don't have coherent thoughts about her. i simply adore her with my whole heart. here's to camilla hect, yet another of devotion's casualties!!!
gale dekarios aka gale of waterdeep (baldur's gate 3) i will kill mystra.
gabrielle de lioncourt (the vampire chronicles) there is much to analyze about her background and her relationships, esp with lestat, and i am most definitely unfit for this. let me just say that if i were a vampire, i would also ditch humanity and explore some jungle instead. and probably wear men's clothes.
millions knives (trigun) unhinged codependent siblings… <3
fang runin (the poppy war) my darling girl who fell in love with the war, and nobody told her it ended. i think she should get to burn the world down, as a treat.
breezepelt (warrior cats) i am including him because he is my og blorbo. 10-year old me really looked at the worst guy ever and said yeah that's the one. my love for writing about dysfunctional families and defying religion could probably be traced back to him.
constance blackwood (we have always lived in the castle) i NEED to teleport into the world of this book and ask constance her perspective. because she knew it, i mean, she knew what must have actually happened the whole time. i wonder what she felt after the accident, and if/how her view changed since then. i wonder what she thought of her parents, and of merricat, and of the life they came to lead. we get some of it from the dialogue and interactions ofc, but it doesn't stop me from contemplating all of this.
august (the wicker king) guard dog of a boy. 'I like following him. Following orders. Doing whatever he wants.' 'I’m always going to want to be at your heels, fighting for you. Hurting myself because you tell me to.' i hope belonging to someone else brings him peace.
anyways, i had to open the book to find these quotes, and now i want to reread it all over again. let me just tag some mutuals and then i'm gonna go read.
(no pressure!) (also you don't have to elaborate on them) @kuramirocket @grin-unsettling @boygirltwins @fairylightfairlybright @drizzit @msnormandy @darkvisionvamp @gardenbastard @cjflint @pups-2-dust & anyone else who wants to :)
13 notes · View notes
lilmissnatcat24 · 2 months
Text
Turn Left Ch 30- Meow
Shepard puts two and two together.
Relationship: Femshep/Garrus Vakarian
Archive Warnings in author's note
Additional tags: enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, slow build, alternate universe- canon divergence, detective noir, sex club, anonymous sex, canon temporary character death, murder mystery, drug use, dom garrus vakarian, whump, smut, heavy angst, alien sex, dual pov, an overly sexual elcor named candy, earthborn, ruthless, fake/pretend relationship, dead dove: do not eat, identity porn, minor character death
Detective AU mixed with identity porn mixed with so much whump my fingers are bleeding
(or, start from the beginning here)
lil text blurb:
“I-- well-- this wasn’t my choice necessarily. I never thought-- I mean-- I’ve done a very good job at keeping this part of my life secret from all of my coworkers-- which believe me, has not been easy at times, but I guess we do what we can--” 
“Garrus, what is it?” Shepard asked, her curiosity now peaked. And frankly, it brought her a small amount of joy to see Garrus squirm like that after all of the shit he’d been hiding from her lately. 
“I… um…” Garrus said, for some reason looking at the crack at the bottom of his door intently, as if it were about to get up and walk away. “I have a roommate.” 
“Oh,” Shepard said. That wasn’t so bad, was it? “Okay, well I guess it’s time to meet him--” 
“Her.” 
“Ah.” Now it was starting to make sense. “So, like a girlfriend or something?” 
“ No, she is not a girlfriend ,” Garrus said so quickly it sounded like one garbled, jumbled up mess. A sound came from the other side of Garrus’s door. It wasn’t speech or anything, it sounded almost like a whimper. 
“What, is she a vorcha or something? Why does she sound like that?” 
“Shep…” Garrus said, rubbing his eyes. With a resigned sigh, he pressed his omnitool to his door, unlocking it. 
At first, it seemed like just an empty apartment. A tiny little kitchen on the back wall, a couch on one side, a bed with perfectly made sheets on the other. A few spare rifle parts littering the table in the middle, one window the size of a basketball onto the street below. Shepard almost didn’t see anyone. That was, until she looked down, gasping loudly much to Garrus’s dismay. 
“Oh my God. You have a kitty !” Shepard squealed, bending down to pet the cat. It was a very pretty gray color with white markings on its face and belly, giving a very satisfied chirp to Shepard’s reaction to it. 
“That is not a kitty ,” Garrus said through gritted teeth. “That is a cat .” 
“ What a sweet little thing !” Shepard cooed, scratching its ears as its tail stuck up straight into the air.
“She’s not, trust me.” 
 “What’s her name?” Garrus mumbled something under his breath. Shepard glanced up at him, so blue in the face it almost covered up his colony tattoos. “What was that?” 
“Hmph,” Garrus muttered, crossing his arms in an incredibly bratty and snooty fashion. 
“I’m sorry, one more time?” 
“ Whiskers von Trapp .” Shepard stared up at Garrus incredibly blankly, blinking rapidly. He refused to look down at her, or his cat. Just as she was about to open her mouth to say something, he gave her a little kick. “Will you just get inside already?” 
Garrus locked his apartment door behind him, Whiskers von Trapp weaving in and out between his feet merrily. “Did-- did you name her--?” 
“ No, I did not name the fucking cat Whiskers von Trapp ,” Garrus all but yelled. “Look, it was my first week as a beat cop on the Presidium. I was called to do a wellness check on this old lady, she ended up dying earlier in the day. And this creature was inside. I was just going to leave her be, because it is explicitly not my job to care after cretins like this, but then she gave me these big eyes and this manipulative little mew, so I thought I would scoop her up and take her to a shelter. But as soon as I put her in my car, she slinked onto my lap and started making this Siren sound that was like subvocals, and now she’s wormed her way here .” 
“What a devastating tale that is,” Shepard said, a scandalized hand on her heart. “The Day Garrus Vakarian Found His Soul.” 
“I tried to just call her Cat. Because she is a cat,” Garrus continued. “But she wouldn’t respond to that. Or Whiskers. Or even Von. The only time she responds is when I call her Whiskers von Trapp. Like she lives to patronize me into calling her such a ridiculous name.” 
“Cats do tend to do that.” 
“Do not be fooled by her soft fur or her adorable little face. She is a vixen, an evil creature of the night. Did you know I need to steam my uniform every night? Do you know how hard it is to get the smell of cat out of everything? Did you know that no matter how many times I demand that she sleep on the little bed I bought that cost me five hundred creds , she just ends up sleeping under my carapace? Ignorant little beast she is, not to be trusted.” 
“Oh, what a horrid life you lead,” Shepard said patronizingly, finally stretching back up from her squat. “Should I get you a trophy? A shot? Drones of whores?” 
“All three, thank you very much.”
8 notes · View notes
hetagrammy · 28 days
Note
Your fan kiddos are interesting :0 (maybe it's because I also like making fan children lmao)
I would love for you to elaborate more on them
Aw thank you! <3 Not sure what to elaborate on, so I'll elaborate a little more on their personalities and relationships with each other (feat. some relatively old art) under the cut. Warning for my word vomit haha
So first of all, there's the age differences. The kids are sort of grouped together in two halves with the oldest four and the younger three. Sebastiano and Caterina are twins, Felice is two years younger than them, and Una is a year younger than Felice. Saoirse is a little less than four years younger than Una, Brigid is three years younger than her, and Maria is three years younger than Brigid. Therefore, there's a roughly 14 year gap between the twins and Maria.
Sebastiano and Caterina were the first to really come into being, Sebastiano especially because he'd originally just been Seborga. Sebastiano being the only boy came from this ongoing joke about him sort of being the James Maguire of the family, and it got boosted by Lovino just sort of having girl dad energy. Sebastiano kind of got the best of both his parents: he got all of Molly's amiability and Lovino's charm, but neither of their tempers. He's a bit of a lady's man like his dad was, albeit a lot less subtle with how he goes about it. He 100% uses his younger sisters to get girls to like him because he's doing the bare minimum by taking care of his baby sister (don't be fooled though, he would do anything for Brigid and Maria):
Tumblr media
He also tends to act with his heart before his head a lot of the time, so he doesn't come off as the sharpest tool in the shed.
Caterina got the brain cells Sebastiano didn't, and her personality tends to be a bit bigger. She's very blunt and exacting when she needs to be with people, but she's more patient than she seems. She'll get annoyed and she'll show it, but it takes a lot for her to blow up. She's the first to take charge, she has a strong sense of herself and her authority as an older sibling. She's a lot like Lovino in the sense that she cares a lot about the people she's close to, she just doesn't know how to express that in a typical way. She's also got an interest in things like the occult on the down low that a lot of people don't expect out of her, which can be kind of funny. She's superstitious like her Ma.
Felice is the quintessential middle child. She got Molly's mischievous streak and Lovino's penchant for dodging work, all of which comes from a sense of play. She jokes on people and roasts them, but it's rarely meanspirited, even if it can go too far sometimes. She and Caterina tend to snipe at each other, because Felice is really clownish while Cat is more reserved and responsible. At the end of the day they both have things they are jealous of and admire in the other (Cat's drive and Felice's sociability). Felice and Sebastiano on the other hand have a very ride-or-die attitude with each other and get up to shenanigans a lot.
Tumblr media
Una is the most mellow of her siblings, but she's still got a lot to her. Though quiet, she's spacey and eccentric rather than shy. When she does speak, she doesn’t have a filter, so she tends to ask or state things that are socially inappropriate. She also often takes things literally and is slow to pick up on sarcasm. Only thing shielding her from being a target is that she roasts people without even meaning to. However, she’s also much smarter than people perceive her to be in an academic sense. She's also rarely judgmental of others even if she's blunt about them. Caterina is actually very close with her because Una ironically tends to misconstrue her the least.
Saoirse has some of the bigger age gaps within the siblings, and for a while people thought she was going to be the last child. As a result, she tends to act with so much youngest sibling energy even if she isn't. She's very dramatic and reactive, and she will snitch if pressured or incentivized because she is her father's daughter through and through. She's also good at measuring risk, and she is very attentive and loving and bubbly when she's in a good mood. She just has a lot of emotions and a lot of anxiety, and is still learning how to manage that. She starts to channel that into gardening when she gets older though, she and Lovino run that garden like it's the damn navy.
Brigid is perceptive and precocious, and very book smart. She's like Molly was at that age but if you replaced the mischief with sarcasm. She's the most introverted, and she's really content to stay out of the spotlight rather than compete with six other strong personalities for it. She likes to help Lovino cook, which she seems to have a talent for. She and Maria are two peas in a pod. Saoirse also loves Brigid, they had that deal where Saoirse hated the idea of a younger sibling until she was actually born and then was just sold. Asking to carry her around, dragging her everywhere, talking to her all the time. Brigid is used to it.
Maria is very much so the tagalong kid type. She looks up to Caterina so so much and they have a very Lilo and Nani sort of dynamic. Surefire way to tell them apart when I draw them as young children (aside from Maria's freckles) is that little Caterina wears two bows on either side, Maria wears one bow at the back of her head because she's trying to imitate Caterina (who started wearing that style as she got older). She's more sheltered and she's also very nosy, she wants to be in everyone's business. She's always underfoot with one of her siblings, if not one of her parents. They're all also very protective of her, but she's like Molly in the sense that she cares a lot about being self-sufficient and playing an active role in things. Essentially, she's the baby who's getting it figured out.
But yeah, that's the kids and how some of their dynamics are!
5 notes · View notes
wlw-lovestruck-fiction · 11 months
Note
Ruelle covertly (or not so covertly) ruining Vo’s day (by which i mean life) whenever Piama is upset by Vo overlooking her or treating her like crap. Then returns to Piama and pretends nothing happened and what do you mean it isn’t my fault that happened and gets some tsundere fluffing? With or without MC in the relationship as well (can decide if poly or just ruelle x piama)
Written by: Squirrel
Being invisible has its perks. Ruelle has never taken this for granted. Albeit wanting to disappear from a situation or not be seen due to her introverted nature, her ability to vanish from sight has always been a blessing. But never before has it been used so nefariously. Not even in mistress Xenia’s most devious schemes.
Ruelle had been sent to find MC. She found the queen in her chamber with Piama who was trying, and failing, to explain that she hadn’t been crying. With her usual civility and good nature MC let the obvious charade go and instead focused on soothing her friend. Meanwhile, Ruelle took careful note of Piama’s every word.
Second only to Xenia’s, Ruelle’s mind is like a steel trap. What she hears she can recite word for word. Unfortunately for lady Vo.
Galen looks from Ruelle to the box as Mako personally, carefully unloads it. It’s a rare day when the quartermaster is so quiet and cautious. The starseeker looks at the box, then at the princess, “You’ll need to put them somewhere cold before they wake up, smoke doesn’t keep them calm.”
“I know,” Ruelle replies.
Curiosity killed the cat, not the pirate. Galen pockets the coin just in case Ruelle has any second thoughts, “What are these bees for, dare I ask?”
“I never mentioned bees. You never sold any bees. Bees never came through her majesty’s port. That’s why I paid you double,” Ruelle says grimly. Upon remembering her plan, however, she smirks just a little, “You’ll hear about it. Give it a couple of days.”
“Hopefully not at your funeral.”
The following morning Ruelle is sitting at breakfast with MC, Amara, and Lyris. Piama comes in looking rather frenzied. She takes her seat and Lyris pours her favorite tea.
“Good morning.”
“Not for Vo it isn’t. She was attacked by a horde of mountain bees yesterday evening,” Piama says. Her expression is strange because it is a perfect border between being appropriately delighted the old woman got what she deserved and upholding appearances that her aunt is bedridden for the foreseeable future.
MC grimaces, “Mountain bees are wicked. Do they come to Lysende often?”
“Not unless they are brought here,” Amara remarks, “I’ve been trying to trace their origins since last night with no success.”
Ruelle feels eyes on her. Sure enough Lyris is looking at her out of the corner of his eye. It is no accident that she’s at breakfast with them this morning. Usually the autumn princess is deeply engrossed in running errands for the spy mistress. Lyris isn’t stupid. He sees the correlation. Everyone else is simply too blinded by concern, not for Vo’s welfare, for the safety of the rest of the population.
“Who else was hurt?”
Piama has to finish chewing a bite of pastry, “That’s what’s so odd! Only aunt Vo was attacked. Everyone else was fine.”
“Gideon determined her dress had been sprayed with a honey perfume. No one would have detected it but the bees,” Amara chimes in.
“How odd. Ruelle, don't you wear honey perfume?” Lyris smirks, tossing a very pointed look in her direction. Ruelle doesn’t so much as flinch. She rolls her eyes, “I don’t wear perfume. What’s the point of being invisible if they can smell you from across the corridor?”
So the mystery of the mountain bees was never solved. But more importantly, Vo never learned.
They’d courted. Dated. Kissed. But that had all lead up to one thing: the end. Piama had determined they weren’t meant to be. Something Ruelle respected, with much effort and agonizing. The twinges in her chest aren’t ghosts haunting her. It feels too familiar knocking on Piama’s door the night of some fancy event for spring.
“Piama?”
The door opens just a crack. Piama huffs, “What do you want?”
It’s a mood and a tone no one knows better. Ruelle gently leans her hand on the door. It’s gentle enough Piama could easily hold her back but the same pressure lets the princess know Ruelle wants to be let in. The door swings open just enough for Ruelle to slip inside.
There is no dress laid out on the bed. The balcony doors are open and there’s a multitude of papers and books on the bedspread. Some of which Piama hastily turns over so they can’t be read. Ruelle can’t help her rugged smile knowing full well what they are.
“What are you doing up here alone? There’s some fancy shmancy to do in spring-”
“Vo didn’t invite me.”
“Okay-”
“No Ruelle. It’s not like autumn where everyone just shows up anyway because there’s only a few of you. Unless you were invited you don’t show up to spring events. You look desperate and uncooth.”
Like a match on kerosene Ruelle’s sense of justice is burning again. But she suppresses her wicked imagination for now.
“Put on the dress you would have worn. Fix your face and your hair, however you think it looks pretty. I’ll be back in about an hour.”
Piama squints at her, “Why? What are you planning?”
Ruelle pauses on her way out, “You couldn’t have gone to Vo’s thing because you are attending a very important, private date with a suitor who shall remain nameless. I’m off to find a potion and Sevastian and we’re going to make sure everybody knows about it.”
Once Ruelle is gone Piama bites her thumb. She looks at the poetry she’d been pondering and unfortunately it all seems quite clear. She’d been so bored she was organizing her poetry, some of it safe for mixed company some of it not. But one common strand connected all of it. It all conjured the same welling of emotion and mental imagery. 
Before, Piama hadn’t been able to work it out. She just couldn’t put her finger on who it was her heart was pining for. A tall dark stranger had never been her type. But, Ruelle isn’t a stranger and she’s not all that tall.
In the morning Ruelle doesn’t appear at breakfast. She doesn’t want it to become obvious. She’s fairly sure Galen, Lyris, and Sevastian are onto her as it is but being the good friends of Piama that they are, they've been enjoying playing their parts.
Instead Ruelle remains invisible nearby enjoying the idle chatter with a bittersweet smile. She’d told Piama the person she was with all evening was Sevastian who had consumed a potion to appear as someone else. In reality Sevastian was predisposed so it had been her. Of course she’s not about to disturb Piama so the painful truth will only plague her.
Chatter fades to silence as lady Vo makes her way over.
“Good morning.”
It was, Ruelle thinks to herself.
“Good morning.”
“Piama, may I speak to you?” Vo seems passably civil. That’s as close to pleasant as she gets without being overtly sickeningly sweet. 
The two leave and Ruelle follows. They aren’t fully out of earshot when Vo turns on her niece.
“Do you think you’re clever? Making up a ruse about some suitor?”
“I was with someone all night-”
“Wonderful! Just what I need, my niece not only being a fool but an easy one at that,” Vo hisses, “I did not invite you because I needed you at home not making a disgrace of our family.”
Piama’s face is red hot with anger. Her hands ball into fists full of her skirt, “I was dancing with them all night. They went to my door and no further. Guards saw us-”
“Yes, so did Duchess Luana. It was no one important, just one of your friends in disguise. Honestly, are you trying to make yourself as unattractive as possible?”
Footsteps grow closer, quickly. Ruelle has to put effort into making noise she’s so accustomed to moving silently. As soon as she rounds the bookshelf Vo looks completely composed as if she wasn’t spitting venom just moments ago.
“Speak of the devil-”
“And she’s already here,” Ruelle cuts Vo off, “Her majesty is summoning you both.”
As they round the corner the hate Vo was just spitting is nothing compared to the collective loathing of every person at brunch. That collective loathing is nothing compared to the cavernous pit of animosity that is growing ever deeper within Ruelle. 
Piama is sadly accustomed to this. What would have any other spring princess in tears, Piama proudly shrugs off and hides just how hurt she really is. But her friends can see it. They can see it in the little tilt of her eyebrows when she tries to smile and the way her mouth becomes narrower as she fights back tears. Her hands clasp together and her posture becomes absolutely perfect, for a time.
At dinner Amara makes her way to the table.
“What is it Amara?”
“Lady Vo has been poisoned.”
“Oh no-”
“It’s nothing fatal, just uncomfortable,” Amara hesitates, “She’s coughing up frogs.”
“Frogs?” MC asks. Meanwhile Lyris grabs for a drink to hide his smile. Sevastian doesn’t care and smirks openly.
The captain of the guard nods, “And the occasional snake. Again, nothing dangerous just unusual. Gideon is scrambling for a cure.”
“It sounds magical.”
“He thinks your magic might be able to help.”
MC doesn’t want to help. Objectively spring and Altadellys might be better off without Vo but MC is the queen. She can’t be making that harsh a judgement. She doesn’t want to be known for being ruthless. So she’ll heal the old woman and advise her to speak less. That is how Vo seems to do her worst damage.
Slipping away nonchalantly Piama makes her way to mistress Xenia’s door. She shudders but knocks anyway. The spymistress cocks her head slightly when she opens the door, “Princess Piama. How can I help you?”
“I’m looking for Ruelle.”
“It just so happens I am as well. If I find her you’ll be the first to know.”
Piama goes to her room and ties a ribbon to the balcony window. It’s an old method of communication they used to use. In mere minutes, Ruelle is climbing in with the ribbon in hand.
“What’s wrong?” Different colors mean different things. Pink is the utmost urgent and usually a safety issue.
Closing the balcony doors Piama pins Ruelle with her eyes, “You’ve been poisoning Vo.”
“Why would I do that?”
“She’s been particularly unpleasant lately. But that’s nothing new, it’s just what she does sometimes. She’ll stop-” Piama cuts herself off, “Don’t try to change the subject. I know it’s you.”
Ruelle sets the ribbon on Piama’s vanity and sits on the end of her bed with a smirk, “You have proof?”
Frost that smile, Piama fights not to bite her lip. She can’t help how flustered she gets and nobody does that better than Ruelle.
“When we were younger you said if you ever really hated anybody you’d make them cough up frogs. It was one of the first spells you ever learned. Now Vo is coughing up frogs.”
“Don’t forget snakes.”
“It is you!”
“I deny everything. Mistress Xenia can attest to it, plenty of people can conjure up that sort of trick. Besides, if I did then you’re suggesting I’m doing it to defend you,” Ruelle stands, “And you don’t need defending flower power. Your bark is just as bad as your bite.”
Piama’s whole face flushes in a mix of emotions too complex to pick apart even if she had time. She points at Ruelle accusingly only to have the autumn princess chuckle softly. On her way back to the balcony  Ruelle touches Piama’s cheek, “Don’t worry, I’m sure when Vo learns to be sweeter she’ll stop coughing up frogs.”
“That won’t happen-!”
But when Piama turns, Ruelle is gone and the balcony door is open. All that’s left is a tattered purple ribbon tied to the door handle. One that Ruelle has obviously held onto for some time. The thought makes Piama’s stomach flutter, and her heart warm.
16 notes · View notes
smoreofbabylon · 4 months
Note
Resisting the deep urge to ask about Ever and Over and going for this from about yourself:
They do, in fact, look at the stars. 
He shows her the Huntsman, and the Arrows of the Gods pointing true east. The Centaur and the Warrior Woman, locked in combat, just visible on the horizon in this season. The Panthers, the Harp straight overhead, the Lady of Mystery, the Sea Serpent who follows the moon—all the figures he learned to spot as a boy, all strangers to her. He introduces her to them as old friends, with their older names and their stories. Any time he grows worried she’s getting bored, she asks another question, or provides some commentary on the constellations’ tales. 
(Not long into the introductions, she picks up the blanket he brought and wraps it around herself. He suppresses a satisfied look.)
He drinks a second glass of wine, and a part of a third, but only after she promises that she will cast a minor restoration on him come daylight. At some point he finds he is telling her stories about his days at the Blackstaff Academy, the youngest and shortest of all the apprentices (barring dwarves, gnomes, and halflings) until the growth spurt in his third year, and she’s laughing, really laughing. He could listen to it forever, he thinks. He has and then forgets ideas for half a dozen poems.
And now—late enough that he knows he doesn’t want to know how late it is—they are lying side-by-side, not touching. He may have dozed for a while. The orb aches insistently in his chest, and his back won’t thank him tomorrow, either, but that’s tomorrow’s trouble. He turns onto his side to look at her.
“We ought to head back,” Shadowheart murmurs. With his blanket still wrapped around her shoulders, she looks distinctly disinclined to move.
“Probably, yes,” he agrees. A long, cold walk through the dark sounds considerably less appealing than remaining here and studying her profile. He’s being a fool. This was all, all of it, a bad idea, and he’s going to regret it come dawn, probably. He doesn’t quite care.
I had more thoughts about this passage than I realized! (If you want to ask for director's commentary on any of my fics, lmk.)
-I spent some time on the Forgotten Realms wiki trying to figure out which constellations would be visible from the Western Heartlands in... I think I was thinking at this point the game began in late spring or early summer? I forgot there were calendar dates associated with save files, so I was just going by the quality of the light. Anyway, most of these are "canon" constellations, except for the Panthers and the Sea Serpent. (I just like sea serpents.)
-I wish I could get someone to agree to cast Lesser Restoration on me literally every morning, but ESPECIALLY on mornings I've had more than two drinks the night before, and I am younger than Gale.
-I've never been totally happy with the emotional progression between the two of them in this series, because it feels a little inconsistent to me. They kiss in this fic! And then they go back to circling around one another like strange cats! But I suppose it sort of makes sense. The thing I was thinking about a lot in this fic, in particular, is how they're both still thinking of this as a relationship with an definite but indeterminate end date. She hasn't fully acknowledged to herself that she has a crush, but she's hungry for love and affection and can tell herself that she'll pursue it now, and then be able to leave it behind--maybe even forget it entirely, thanks Shar--when she returns to the Enclave. Whereas he's distinctly aware that he has a crush, but it's a terrible idea to actually pursue it because he's got a bomb inside him (I don't think he's thinking of himself as "dying" yet, not until his condition deteriorates, but the idea is hanging around in the back of his mind) and she's a Sharran (presumably they talked about that sometime between this story and "a sensitive conduit" but I don't know when) and they're both potentially dying of octopus cancer.
So I think in this scene especially, he's both delighted to get the change to teach and share something he's interested in (because you KNOW that boy had an astronomy phase) and to, y'know, have a friend??? but is also aware that he's not going to be able to only think of her as a friend, and he's trying to do that, but not very hard in this moment, because he's tipsy and lonely and it's very very late and she's so pretty, like, oh my gods have you seen her? (Me, too, Gale. Me, too.)
And she, for her part, is soaking up the attention like a lizard on a heat rock, and she's not going to encourage him to stop, fuck no.
-As a side note, I'm definitely not satisfied with how I've handled the Orb and the Sharran wound previously. I think Shadowheart's wound should probably actively hurt her more than I have written it in my fics, but I've been indecisive about when Shar flips the switch on her, so I've mostly written her as having a sort of Pavlovian response to it--she thinks about it hurting her when she's stepping out of line. Whereas I wrote this fic just after I really started thinking about the Orb as a chronic condition, and I don't feel like I'd really got down how to portray that. It plays up at the end of this story because his heart starts racing when he moves to kiss her, but I feel like it comes off almost as a Sharran-wound-style punishment, and I don't think that's quite how it should read. I dunno! Writing is weird!
4 notes · View notes
n0sewise · 5 months
Note
Hey! I know we don't talk but we do reblog each other's posts so I'm comfortable with asking you these two questions (if you don't mind ofc)😚
Do you think Killua is regretful of killing people? Also do you think he took innocent lives?
Do you think Gon won't look at cats the same due to his altercation (obliteration) with Pitou?
Thanks!!! keep doing what you do you're incredible 💞💞💞 I love your work seriously
Hey!
Omg no, I don’t mind at all! I love talking about hxh :)
I actually thought about these questions for awhile and I’m not sure, but this is how I interpret everything:
We know Killua runs away from his family partly because he’s tired of killing, and despite seeing him murder with ease during the Hunter Exam, by the time he reaches Heaven’s Arena, he’s actively making an effort not to kill (despite being angry with Sadaso, Riehlvelt and Gido) and he remarks that “not killing people is hard,” so I think on some level he’s trying to change and be less like his family (and also a better person and friend to Gon?). We don’t get to see a ton of his regret, or if he even has any, since he’s pretty much on the go nonstop from the time he meets Gon until the end of the series when he leaves with Alluka. I have a feeling that he’ll have more time to reflect on things when he’s travelling with Alluka and not saving the world from ants, so maybe that would be the time where regret settles in a little more. As things are, Killua has put in a lot of work and grown so much over his journey, and maybe some of that comes from wanting to atone for his past (even if it wasn’t his fault). He frames Gon as light and himself as dark, so on some level he still sees himself that way imo
In terms of innocent lives, I’m inclined to say nooooo (kinda). 2 reasons:
1. In 1999 hxh Killua has a conversation with Anita about her father, and says that if the Zoldycks were hired to kill someone, they likely did something to deserve it (which is a fucked up thing to say, buuuuut it’s an interesting point). The best assassins in the world were probably not carrying out hits on nice little old ladies just going about their business.
2. Zeno’s reaction to Komugi in the CAA. He’s genuinely upset by the idea of killing someone who wasn’t a target, and the Zoldycks seem to have their own dubious moral code, so I can see it being a point of pride, professionalism, and maybe skewed ethics to be able to take out your target without anyone else being swept up in the crossfire. This reason is a little weaker though, since Illumi kind of throws that out the window with his needle people.
As for Gon and cats, I actually think he’d be okay with them. He’s pretty good at separating individuals and treating them based on his personal experience with them, so I don’t see him having that with regular non murder-ant cats. Gon tends to base his judgements on his own relationship with each person regardless of their actions toward others (unless it’s someone he cares about), which is where we get a lot of the fandom jokes with him being Very Okay with murder in a lot of cases. He doesn’t bat an eye at Killua’s past, and spares the scissor guy on Greed Island (I forget his name. The one who cut Bisky’s hair) because despite trying to kill Gon, Killua, and Bisky, in Gon’s mind, this guy taught him and Killua valuable new skills and helped them train, so he’s grateful to him, vs the Phantom Troupe, who he is furious with.
This is a long winded way of saying I think he’d be able to draw a distinction between cats and Pitou. (I do think he’d have nightmares about Pitou though, and about not being able to save Kite and hurting Killua)
Sorry, this turned into an essay, but I hope it made sense!
Thank you so much for reading my stuff, it means a lot! (Also I love your blog 💕)
3 notes · View notes
kerra-and-company · 1 year
Note
5, 9, 17, and 18 for whoever you'd like~
@mystery-salad
Oooh, okay okay!! I'm going to answer these for Tanza, since I'm in a Tanza mood today :D (And sorry this took a bit! My brain has been Very Tired, and Many Things Have Been Happening.)
5. What character from myth or fairy tale best represents them?
I am getting way too hung up on the fact that I can't think of anyone who's enough of an analog to Tanza for me to put them here, so I'm going to stretch a bit. There's a book I read when I was little called When The Wind Blew (I think it's out of print nowadays, but I managed to find a copy when I was older). It's about an old lady who lives by the sea with a whole bunch of cats--over ten, but I can't remember the exact number--and takes care of all of them. A storm comes in, and she and the cats get safely inside, but while she's curled up under the blankets, she realizes she has a very bad toothache. She can't visit the dentist right that second thanks to the storm, and she doesn't have anything for the pain, and is very understandably miserable. And then one of the cats--the littlest, a blue-grey kitten--comes up and curls next to her face and purrs, and the heat helps alleviate the pain. So she's able to ride it out until the storm is over.
Anyways. Tanza is the kitten.
9. If your OC were to imagine their idyllic life (realistically or otherwise) what would it be like?
Her mothers safe, her friends safe, herself safe. The weight somehow taken off of their shoulders without them losing their connection to the Mists and to Owl.
And to live somewhere it snows often.
17. What sort of role do they take on in relationships, either familial, romantic or platonic. i.e. are they a defender, protector, nurturer, etc.
Hmm...nowadays, it leans more towards protector. For a while, a lot of Tanza's inclination was more towards what I would define as somewhere between nurturer and supporter than anything else. That's changed as her life goals have changed, though she hasn't lost that. They originally really didn't want to go beyond their homestead/immediate area in the Snowden Drifts, to go beyond the things they knew--and though they felt like a misfit because of it, that didn't really change anything. When she joined the Vigil, it was the start of her both being willing to accept change and learning that she was in fact capable of being the protector, if she wanted to be.
(Something worth noting is that Tanza had always taken on that more protective role when it came to the spirits they talked to, and when it came to Owl. Just not so much interpersonally.)
18. What is one thing that they only let those closest to them see?
Her lack of confidence. She's not confident that she knows the best paths to take, that she's making the best choices, that she knows how to be a leader. But they have to be outwardly confident--they're the havroun of a previously-lost Spirit now; they're a source of hope. She can't let people down.
3 notes · View notes
tigermousse · 1 year
Text
Valentines Otome
Tumblr media
genre: otome, romance, drama, mystery, stat-raising
Prequel: Halloween Otome Sequel: Christmas Otome
The second game in the Holiday Otome series by Synokoria is about Mira, outgoing and independent young lady, the best friend of Emma Cee (protagonist of Halloween Otome). Mira doesn't want to commit herself to one man. She loves flirting and prefer one-night-stands to serious relationship. Also she's a terrible cook and doesn't consider herself as a wife material. But next day after Valentines Day, when she takes her best friend and her cousin to the nightclub, she wakes up the with a hangover…and a ring on her finger. It appears that yesterday she has married one of the guys she met in a club. And now to save his reputation they need to pretend that they're newly married couple, so they have to live together for at least six month. But maybe in the end would be no need for the divorce? Could Mira develop real feelings for her husband during these 6 month?
Tumblr media
OK, first of all I'm not OK with this accidental marriage thing. It is strange and unrealistic (at least one of four other people should have talked their drunken friends out of this marriage) - and also sudden moving in together with a complete stranger should be suffocating.
But we could pretend it is kinda like an arrangement marriage in an older times.
Tumblr media
Also for Mira it works pretty fine, despite the fact that keeping the facade of this fake marriage actually doesn't give any benefits to her. She is in fact extremely kind person, because she wants to make everyone's life better. And she seems managing this relationship pretty fine for someone who hasn't relationships longer than "a series of one-night-stands" since high school.
Tumblr media
The game has stat-raising system, that means that to unlock the best ending, or some events during the route of your choosing, you need to raise some stats high enough (or sometimes not raise it high enough)
Tumblr media
Also the scenarios for routes slightly differ depending on which guy Emma ended up with in Halloween Otome (you can choose it on the beginning, basically you can choose different boyfriends for each route).
Tumblr media
In this VN Emma's relationship with her boyfriend is also deepening, so there would be extra scenes with Erik, Tyler or Landon from the Halloween Otome (which is one of my favorite parts of the game!) I love that VN is a part of the series, it is so nice to meet old friends among the way. The other thing that I adore - is that how precious is the friendship between side and main characters.
Tumblr media
CHARACTERS:
Tumblr media
Mira (Miranda Cosgrove) is an unusual protagonist for otome VNs, because she's the opposite of shy, sexually experienced and has a fear of commitement. Traits: fun-loving, sassy, flirty, honest, smart, independent, kind. Occupation: designer and the owner of a fashion boutique. Fashion is basically her passion and her profession Hobbies: celebrity gossip, soap operas, romantic literature, clubbing, sex Talents: charm, design Fetishes: glasses Weak points: cooking Likes: penguins, making guys squirm Dislikes: taking money from other people I found it hard to relate to Mira despite the fact that we actually have pretty much in common, but she makes a great protagonist.
Tumblr media
My rating: 5/5
Love interests (MILD SPOILERS AHEAD):
As suggested by creators, they have to be chosen in the Zane-Kiron-Daire order.
Zane
Tumblr media
If he wasn't described as a playboy from the beginning of the game, I would say that Zane is your common cute, but moody guy-next-door, who doesn't care about his attitude, loves games, cat's videos and writing children books.
He has the same commitment issues as Mira, which they actually overcome together. His path is less dramatic than others, but the most romantic, with funny and cute moments.
Tumblr media
My rating: 5/5
Kiron
Tumblr media
Kiron is a school teacher (he was teaching Mira's cousin Maia). He is very kind, caring, also old-fashioned and polite. Actually he also dreams of having a family. But the problem is that he is in love with his colleague Annabelle, who sees him only as a friend. That path was the most dramatic, alas, the romance between characters wasn't so obvious until the very ending, which is, by the way, VERY good, and made me cry.
Tumblr media
My rating: 5/5
Daire
Tumblr media
Daire is that strong silent type, which in this VN was brought to the absurdity and he turned out too boring. However Daire's route has a lot of other colorful characters, who do all the talking for him - and sometimes it was overwhelming. Earlier I've made a mistake starting with Daire route, was bored out of my mind after several weeks of stat-raising, and forgot about this VN for several years.
Tumblr media
My rating: 2/5
Overall:
Originality: 4/5
Graphic: 4/5
Story: 4/5
Characters: 5/5
Romance: 4/5
My Rating: 4/5
The game is free, you can get it from itch.io
1 note · View note
kybee-the-bee-cat · 2 years
Text
I’ve been thinking of making OC family trees (more specifically for my Warriors OCs because that’s pretty much all my OCs anyway), because A) It gives me an opportunity to draw characters I don’t draw often or have never drawn before. I mean I can’t just give the main guys attention. And B) For the background characters that have family, I want to map them out not before I forget later. My memory is fuzzy when it comes to characters I hardly think about. Basically I’m a virtual crazy cat lady, and I need a way to keep track of all these guys.
It also gives me an excuse to talk more about them.
Of course, it would be best to start from the beginning. The first generation (or the first generation you’ll probably ever see)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Cloudy, Rose, Lunar, and Luna were all born around the same time, as were their kits.
(Also just to get this out of the way early, I actually made a mistake when I was typing in Rowan’s name. I forgot I named him Rowanstorm and went with whatever I thought I named him. Uh . . . Which it wasn’t lol)
Lunar and Heather were your average couple (assuming all the couples you know of are good to eachother), and they were excited at the thought of having kits. However, the Clans were not made yet. There was no medicine cat to heal the sick or wounded. Heather would go on to have their children, but would pass away soon after their birth, leaving Lunar devastated. Luna was the first cat he thought of when he went to find a cat to raise the kits (saying he’s a tom and they’re still newborns, he didn’t have any milk to give them). She had her kits sooner, though the father wasn’t around. Luna, hearing what happened, agreed to raise her brother’s litter as well. 
And as there was not yet a system yet, their kits weren’t given any suffix. Well . . . except for Nightshade, but she was named after a plant with the same name. Everyone else was just Owl, Charcoal (who never joined the Clans, so he kept that name), Heart, Moth, Flight, and Remorse. Lunar’s kits eventually growing up to create the Clans. Not being able to choose between their children, Luna and Lunar decided to live together in a different area away from the new territories. Charcoal joined them too.
I would go into too much detail on that, but I’ll get to that later. I actually should get around to this lore, so it’ll definitely happen. Just not here. Weve also got another family to talk about, plus I think I explained some of this before in some discord screenshots a few months back.
-----------------------------------------------------------
But anyway, let’s move on to Rose and Cloudy’s group. Again, their relationship isn’t anything special, they’re your average couple. Unlike Heather, Rose actually lived to see her kits grow up. Both of them did. Blossom and Rowan grew really close to their parents. Cloudy would take them on adventures to explore the territories. Rose was more relaxed, but she was the one who usually broke the two up when they were fighting. And if she noticed something bothering either of her kits, she was almost always the first to reach out. 
When Lunar’s kits began warring against eachother over who should rule, both Rose and Cloudy took Flight’s side. Rowan and Blossom didn’t know what side to pick, and neither were they willing to potentially fight their parents if they ended up disagreeing with them. For a short while, Rowan and Blossom escaped to Remorse’s group (she made a shelter for the cats who didn’t want to be involved in her siblings’ war, or planned to stop it). 
When they found out their parents had died in the war after it ended, they were torn between joining the newly-founded FlightClan in honor of what their parents were fighting for, or to stay with Remorse’s group (now RemorseClan). Eventually, they both decided on the former, saying their good-lucks and good-byes to their old groupmates. One of Flightstar’s first acts as leader was giving everycat under her care a new name, while staying respectful to the names they were given, thus Blossom and Rowan’s new names: Blossomheart and Rowanstorm. 
2 notes · View notes
wack-ashimself · 9 months
Text
I am beginning to theorize that the lines between imagination, dreams, reality and un/subconscious are constantly in flux. Blurring the lines to the point where one is not clearly identifiable from one another. I say this because my dreams have only gotten more vivid and random. And there's so many aspects that I am like 'I haven't thought about that ever/in years' so it appearing unprovoked just DOES NOT MAKE FUCKING SENSE. It doesn't help that either I'm lazy or sickly adaptable because in dreams...I almost always go with the flow, even if it makes absolutely no logic what so ever. I'll TRY to tell you my dream. (and all the psychological bs is guesswork at best).
It was summer. My parents decided to take all of us to a park for camping WAY down south. Outside of a trip around the us when I was in my teens, I have never been this far south (nor did I recognize it). It was past my friend mike's house, so I asked if he could join. They didn't care. Then this is where it got weird....
First of all (I have this happen in almost ALL dreams where it's with people I know) I never 'saw' my family (or friend). I 'felt' them. Like energy/vibes. I didn't see them, but I could FEEL they were around (doing their own thing) and that's enough for me. Oddly, the other randoms in my dream I DID see, and I had no idea who they were.
Second of all, I extremely rarely dream of animals. Of any kind. It's usually trees and water and shit. But this time my parents mean old cat, who IRL is at death's door, was brought. And he hated every moment, BUT, he wanted to be there. Kinda like real life. lol Again, I didn't see him, but the energy of him was there. I have had dreams where I DO see them, they do NOT look like I thought, but their energy was similar to someone I did know, so I knew I could trust them.
Most of the dream I was lazing about, relaxing. Even sleeping (I have been sleeping in dreams and...it's weird. To feel like you are asleep, wake up, still be tired AND still be dreaming.) At one point I was lazing about, middle of a park in a field (I want to say in a wheel barrel)....and....(this made me uncomfy cuz I never have dream product placements) 2 food delivery people (walking. No bikes or car) delivered fucking PERSONAL (the tiny ones) papa johns pizza (I am not a fan) to 2 random people. One was a WAY too happy to be eating fucking papa johns young black man (race, let alone sex or gender, is almost NEVER in my dreams. It's mostly energy). And also an old white (homeless?) lady who looked messy....and would not stop starring at me till I acknowledged she got her food. Like she was starring me down out of the corner of my eye, in a weird creepy way, and wouldn't MOVE till I looked at her. Like I had to stare back to which she smiled and wondered off.
That stressed me out (papa johns and the creepy lady. I Know at least in part when I'm dreaming, and I hate seeing things that I don't even want to see in real life) so I went to find my friend we picked up. Here's the weird part: i remember us picking him up, but then never seeing him again. I was freaking out again: I was being a bad friend. I ditched him. So I go to look for him to ask him when he needs to get home.
Then it got really fucking weird.....
it wasn't my friend.
It was the last woman I kissed and had sex with (who I do not talk to or think about. Our interactions happened over 10 years ago....).
And I get maybe why she was there: she was the last female I was that vulnerable with (she was more like the guy than I was; aka that is why it didn't work out. Actually, I am usually the more emotional one in all of my relationships).
The reason this was weird was 2 points.
1-she acted like we were in love, had been dating for years, and acted....like the girlfriend I always deserved, not the one I got cuz I was a side piece.
2-IT FELT REAL. Like I do not deny I have numbed myself to the fact I may die alone, single. And yeah, that sucks. I don't want that, but I ain't going to ruin the rest of my life feeling lonely and sad for myself, spending every aching moment to 'fill that void'. I find that pathetic. But I'll tell you...in my dreams, I feel things I forgot I could feel. Love. Connection. Trust. Unity. Soul mates. Those are things you can never fake or buy or imagine; you either have them or your don't.
But that whole thing freaked me out, and made me kinda sad cuz I knew that feeling would be gone when I awakened, however, I did want to remember this, even tho it was a dream, so I forced myself awake...
and here we are....or at least I am...
1 note · View note
booksandwords · 2 years
Text
Gods of Jade and Shadow by Silvia Moreno-Garcia
Tumblr media
Read time: 4 Days Rating: 5/5
The quote: Words are seeds Casiopea. With words you embroider narratives, and the narratives breed myths, and there's power in the myth. Yes, the things you name have power. — Hun-Kamé
The ending of the Gods of Jade and Shadow is so bittersweet. I'd spent so long trying to figure out where it was going, how it was to end and how much pain and suffering I was in for. I was not prepared for that. I was not prepared to have my heart slashed, then trodden on and then somehow revived with the help of a rather jovial demon. Overall though I really enjoyed this. I didn't expect to enjoy this as much as I did. This is a book I legitimately found by just googling online on a theme. I knew nothing about it. But I have a fondness for mythology and strong women so I figured this was right down my alley. It has strong plot elements, strong characters and kept me guessing right until the end.
Gods of Jade and Shadow broadly follows 18-year-old protagonist Casiopea Tun on her journey to help Mayan God of Death, Hun-Kamé, regain his throne. Hun-Kamé was 'killed' and imprisoned by his brother for power with left eye, ear and index finger and jade necklace left in the care of different underlings. In order for him to regain his immortality and his throne from his brother, Vucub-Kamé, he needs to collect these pieces of himself. For him to do that have needs a mortal to use as a life source until he regains his immortality. That is where Casiopea comes in, a bone shard is embedded in her palm that feeds her chu'lel or life force to him, causing her to slowly die as her chu'lel drains. It sounds bad. But Casiopea has always been unhappy with her situation, has wanted to see the world, to swim in the ocean to dance the charleston and drive an auto automobile. Hun-Kamé is her way to get out, that he presents as an attractive man doesn't hurt. It turns into a cat and mouse game between Hun-Kamé with Casiopea as his representative and Martín as Vucub-Kamé's.
I like this plot it is simplistic enough, think of it as Percy Jackson and the Olympians but with higher stakes, life or death for both Casiopea and Hun-Kamé. It follows a familiar and comfortable pattern. The characters are what make this. Casiopea is a brilliant, headstrong, brave, young woman, living in a time of growth and beauty that likely wasn't ready for her. The changes in Hun-Kamé are gradual and so well done and Casiopea's humanity seeps into him. Their relationship also changes from god and supplicant (Lady Tun is the sweetest name) to lord and handmaiden to something near equals. Their affection for each other is clear even when neither of them expresses it. As a villain, Vucub-Kamé was complex especially when Casiopea starts relating to him because that means the reader related to him. Martín was even better written, his character development is complex, his thought processes are oddly endearing. You really aren't meant to like him I don't think but I did he was raised by an oppressive patriarch, his behaviour is kinda semi-logical. The support cast is mainly made up of Vucub-Kamé underlings. The most important of which is the highly amusing and almost sweet Loray. He was unexpected. Xtabay feels a bit like a succubus (from Greek mythology) I like her attitude. Fierce, femme fatale power and prismatic beauty. That whole situation was enjoyable. I'll leave the others alone because of spoilers but they suit their roles.
Gods of Jade and Shadow is written from multiple perspectives, Casiopea Tun, Martín Leyva and Vucub-Kamé. All three have very different feelings and tones. Casiopea is the protagonist stronger than she knows, in a situation she never asked for but trying to make the best of it raised as the poor relative in a wealthy Mexican family she has been living in a situation where she is not more than a servant. Martín Leyva is her older cousin, set to be the man of the family. They have a complex and fraught relationship based on jealousy and misunderstandings. Martín is in the (not so willing) service of the third protagonist, Vucub-Kamé. Vucub-Kamé the usurper Supreme Lord of Xibalba and the younger twin to Hun-Kamé. His tone is grimmer, darker, more manipulative and infinitely older than Casiopea or Martín. Martín is a self-absorbed and quite angry young man, the small fish in the big pond his language reflects this. Silvia Moreno-Garcia has a gift for creating mental, particularly when the perspective is Casiopea's. Casiopea is a fairly well-read woman (especially for one in her position) who has something of a poets soul. Words are something she likes, having her see the world and illustrative language well feels like something of a necessity. Some of the other perspectives have impressive passages of description but it feels like Casiopea is queen. In addition to these three perspectives in third-person, Moreno-Garcia occasionally slips into something akin to third-person objective. Like we are seeing everything from the world's perspective but perceiving none of the emotions of the moment. This is most common in Casiopea's chapters in times when she is missing something of relevance to the growing relationship between her and Hun-Kamé, or just lost in the moment. It is smart writing it allows all the cards to be on the table. Lessening the pressure on readers to interpret the moments for themselves and ensuring that moments make sense. It takes skilled writing and the right story for this sort of style to work and it really does here. I think it saves on confusion but it does still leave some mystery because yes as readers we are aware of their burgeoning relationship but how aware are Casiopea and Hun-Kamé? In combination with an already mixed perspective, it gives the broadest view possible of the situation.
Have a couple of notable quotes.
"No enemy can wound you, nor course you into wounding yourself, not when a Lord of Xibalba walks beside you. Not even one who has lost his throne. It must be by your hand and your hand alone. Free will." — (Hun-Kamé) Of course free will makes an appearance and is kinda core to the premise of the book. He can force her to do anything neither can anyone else.
He has some of the sweetest names for her over the course of the book. The names change as his humanity and affection increase. His compliments to her are the same.
"And who told you life was fair?" "Maybe I thought it would be fairer with a god at my side." — (Hun-Kamé & Casiopea) This is such a common exchange in book like this but I always like them.
The concept of patan is fascinating to me. My culture doesn't have anything like it. Not just tribute, but duty and beyond duty, the obligation that carves your place in the world, and she wasn't about to disregard it. (Casiopea)
"Death speaks all languages," he replied. "But I am not death." "You wear me like a jewel upon your finger Casiopea." — (Hun-Kamé & Casiopea) This comes across as so romantic to me. It's the jewel line. It shakes her too.
"I like your daydreams, dear girl," he said quietly. "I've never them aloud before." — (Hun-Kamé & Casiopea) Again this is so romantic. And it is so important to see a person as private as Casiopea open up and give her wishes for the future even if some of them aren't possible.
"I deal in illusions. It is my gift. But it's not an illusion. Who I am right this second with you. Do you understand? I can't say it any better. Remember me like this, if you choose to remember me at all." — (Hun-Kamé) At this point, I almost broke down in tears.
At one point Vucub-Kamé says "Three is a special number, for it is the number that represents women". I was thinking about this. I can't find any direct references to the three in Mayan mythology and lore. But then I remembered the idea of the Triple Goddess (think the Moirai, the Horae and Tridevi) but most importantly the idea of the Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone.
I didn't put it in the main part of my review but this is set in Mexico in the 1920s. It takes a country girl and moves her through big cities and things she's never experienced before. It is a stunning setting to use. From the old world and rustic to the new and flashy. It suits Casiopea over time too, the closer to bigger cities she is the stronger and forceful and brave she is. Though she does become frailer too.
1 note · View note
zirconpetals · 3 years
Text
The most important things that happened in the new Space Jam:
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
813 notes · View notes
candlesandsoftrain · 3 years
Text
Oops
Tumblr media
based on this request by anon! sorry it's taken ten years, hope it's what you were thinking of:)
pairing: Dr. Spencer Reid / fem!reader
genre: fluff
WC: 4.1k
content warnings: food, pregnancy & related conversation, implied sex
You make an effort to take your grandmother out somewhere at least once a week, to make sure she gets some fresh air in between sitting in her apartment, sitting in the bingo hall, and sitting in the community center for embroidery circle. Today, it is the farmers’ market, so she can replenish her fruit and vegetable supply without giving a lecture to teenaged grocery store employees about how they should carry only organic.
But organic produce is the last thing on her mind today—she offhandedly mentions her neighbor, and then, at your confusion, gasps “I can’t believe I haven’t told you about Spencer!”
So, as you wander the aisles of easy-ups together and inspect the fresh strawberries, she tells you every single thing about this Spencer. Enough that you also grow surprised she hasn’t before, because this guy seems to be almost as dear to her, if it’s possible, as you are.
She extolls his virtues, which apparently include three entire PhDs (he has to be pulling her leg with this one, she also told you he’s only 29), a position in the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit, and a doting relationship with his two-year-old godson. Supposedly he and your grandmother share a love of classical music, and she loves to hear about his exciting job (and the details he isn’t supposed to tell her, but does anyway), not to mention-
“I taught him how to knit, isn’t that something? A grown man, an FBI agent, knitting in my living room! And you should have seen the scarf he knit himself! Longer than he is tall—and he’s very tall.”
“-And Spencer has the best book recommendations—you wouldn’t know it, but he’s read a lot of romance! Knows just what the book club ladies and I will love for the coming month, they’ve all begged to meet him but I won’t let them steal him from me…”
“He comes for dinner two or three times a week—when he’s not on a case; his team travels a lot, you know—goodness knows the poor thing needs it, lives all alone and is hopeless in the kitchen. I try to fill him out all I can, skinny as a string bean-”
This is where you interrupt her. “Grandma, are you sure he actually wants to be doing all of this with you? I’m so glad you have a friend in your building, but he does sound very busy…”
And then it’s her turn to cut you off. “I resent the implication, my dearest! No, Spencer and I are very good friends, and our relationship is mutually beneficial! Having you come down every weekend is very nice, but you know I get lonely up in that apartment, and he just needs someone to look after him. I assure you he likes having me around just as much as I like him.”
When she suggests that you come over to meet him and prove what she’s said, you laugh it off. You trust her to take care of herself, and this neighbor too, for that matter.
You miss the way her calculating eyes look at you as she abruptly changes the subject to your (embarrassing lack of a) love life.
-----
It’s a Friday evening when your grandmother calls you and asks, in her most wheedling voice, if instead of the next day’s planned art fair excursion you’d be able to just go to her apartment and help her put together a new climbing tree for her cats. Never one to deny her anything, you immediately agree. (Not to mention that if you didn’t, she’d inevitably do the entire thing by herself and get injured. She does not need another hip replacement, and you’d like to keep things that way.)
What you don’t expect is the door to be opened by a confused-looking man who is decidedly not her. You can hear her cooing to one of the aforementioned cats in another room, so you assume he isn’t there to murder her, but that still doesn’t tell you who he is.
Luckily, that’s the first thing he answers when he opens his (beautiful) mouth.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Spencer Reid,” he says pleasantly, “I’m not the resident, [grandmother’s name] asked me to answer the door, but um...who are you?”
“Oh hi, it’s nice to meet you after hearing so much! My name is [name], I’m her granddaughter. She asked me over to help with her cat tree; I wasn’t aware she had company.”
So this is the famous Spencer. If you hadn’t been able to tell by the name he gave, you would have guessed from the way he doesn’t hold his hand out to shake yours after you introduce yourself. Your grandma had mentioned his slight aversion to touch.
“Oh!” he says, eyes a bit wide. “I’ve heard a lot about you, too, actually! She asked me for the same thing, and didn’t tell me you would be here either—” and then, seemingly flustered “—you’ve been just standing out here this whole time, I’m sorry!” before moving aside to let you in the door.
You aren’t immune to slight nerves either. This is easily the most gorgeous man you’ve ever laid eyes on, and he’s here just to help out your grandmother, and he’s heard a lot about you? This immediately arouses suspicion. There are a lot of embarrassing things she could have told him, and you hope she left the childhood stories involving bodily fluids out of any conversation.
But, you think to yourself as the afternoon flies by, if she had let slip any incriminating little facts, Spencer certainly doesn’t care, or at least he’s good at acting like he doesn’t. The two of you are laughing together as you talk about your jobs, your hobbies, and the grandmother who effectively belongs to both of you now. You can’t stop smiling for a second (your face is beginning to hurt, in a good way), and Spencer wears a slight blush from the time you sit on the living room floor until he and your grandma wave you off from her window as you pull out of the building’s parking lot.
When your grandmother calls you that night, it seems she noticed all that happened between the two of you as well.
“Now sweetheart, there’s every reason to just go for it! He’s sweet, and has a stable job, not to mention he’s the handsomest young man in the state of Virginia. Oh, don’t even start, I saw you noticing.”
You laugh, but decide to play your cards close to your chest for a little while longer. “Thank you, Grandma, but you know I’m not really looking at the moment. Plus, I’m sure he has his pick of the lot—you’re right, he really is attractive.”
She doesn’t need to know about the note you taped to his door with your name and number on it. Some things are better kept private. For now, at least.
-----
You pegged Spencer Reid as a gentleman from the moment you met him, and you were entirely correct. After a few days of awkward texting back and forth (prefaced by him explaining that he wasn’t that good with his cute little flip phone), he calls to invite you out on a classy dinner date the next week. He ends up needing to reschedule due to a case, but calls you on the phone again the night the date would have happened.
Just as you had before, the two of you spend hours talking and laughing together, until he abruptly realizes how late it is for you—Coeur d’Alene, Idaho is three time zones behind Quantico, Virginia, and when he sees that it's 11:00 on his own watch, he urges you to go to bed. Truth be told, you hadn’t even noticed that it had been three hours, and gladly would have gone another three more. Despite meeting him only the one time, you can perfectly visualize his close-lipped little grin every time he teaches you a new fact, and the thought makes you warm inside.
But when you hear him do his utmost to stifle a yawn, it becomes clear to you that he would stay on the phone for those extra three hours without a single complaint, despite needing sleep for himself. You hang up reluctantly, bidding him goodnight and telling him one last time how excited you are for the date that’s been moved to the next Saturday.
When the day finally rolls around, Spencer picks you up promptly at seven, dressed in a deep purple button-down and the same sort of black slacks he’d been wearing at your grandmother’s a few weeks before. No cardigan this time, but a dark pea coat that you have to admit makes him look very distinguished.
Not that you can see any of this when you first open the door.
“Spencer, hi! Oh, these are lovely,” you gush, accepting the bouquet of wildflowers he’d been holding directly in front of his face. “What beautiful colors.”
Some of the more intense red flowers match his face as he stutters, “Hi, [name]. You-you look beautiful,” and offers you his elbow in order to descend the stairs outside your apartment.
“You look beautiful too, Spencer!” Fortunately, he doesn’t take this the wrong way (you hadn’t really expected he would), and his grin as he opens his car door for you makes you want to compliment him until your lungs give out.
Once in the restaurant, which is very elegant indeed, the two of you shyly sneak looks at each other across the table until you decide to break the silence.
“I really don’t want to talk about her again on our date, but would you mind not mentioning to my grandmother that we did this? It’s just a little weird to have her knowing my-our romantic business.”
Spencer chuckles, agreeing. “No, you’re right. Both about tonight being grandma-free, and keeping this to ourselves.” He looks like he wants to add something, but decides against it, opting instead to place one of his hands on yours, and use the other to open his menu. “Have you ever tried any of these foods before?”
After assuring him that you had never heard of half the things listed either, the conversation begins to flow more naturally, and the welcome ache of smiling too wide returns before you even realize you’re doing it.
Since it’s not too chilly to spend time outside (and neither of you is willing to say goodbye to the other just yet), you follow dinner with a walk around the warmly-lit outdoor mall that houses the restaurant. Hand-in-hand, you point out dogs that look happy to be there, and Spencer points out architectural details that would escape anyone without an engineering doctorate. Both of you greatly appreciate the other’s contributions.
When you finally arrive back at your apartment, Spencer Reid gives you a hug, one of those tight grins that you had smiled yourself thinking on the other night, and tells you he hopes to see you again soon. But before he gets the chance to turn away from your door, you catch him by the wrist. It’s quick, and impulsive, and you don’t know whether he’s ready, but you’re desperate to at least try.
“Can I kiss you?” you ask, looking right at him. “It’s okay to say no. We can leave it here tonight if it’ll make you more comfortable.”
By way of answering, Spencer kisses you right on the lips, one hand on the back of your shoulder and the other holding your face. It’s a long kiss, and loving (if it’s not too soon to call it that), and you’re both breathless by the end of it. He doesn’t do anything more than wave before nearly falling back down the stairs in his haste, but as you lean against your door, a little dazed, you think you understand the message.
-----
Over the course of the next ten months, there are not many dates that end like the first. Perhaps the second did, and the third, and fourth, but soon it became ingrained habit for whoever’s home the date ended at to invite the other in for the night. (Usually this ended up being you, because the added pressure of having to be quiet at Spencer’s apartment so your grandmother wouldn’t hear from across the hall was a bit of a mood-killer.)
And then your period is late.
When they say that birth control is 99% effective, they mean it—and it just so happens that you were that one case in a hundred. But this isn’t your immediate thought; in fact, you just assume something is off in your diet lately or stress from your job is finally catching up to you. Still, at the urging from your doctor, you buy a couple of pregnancy tests just to rule it out.
But the tests do not rule it out. Much to your shock, they rule it very much in: you’re pregnant with Spencer’s child. You don’t bother getting an ob/gyn to confirm with a blood test, the symptoms and three positive instant tests are all the evidence you need to talk to Spencer and see what he thinks. (A bit hypocritical to be desperate for his opinion when you don’t even know what you want yet, but you feel sure that he’ll be comforting no matter what.)
Since you would prefer to talk in person, you have to wait another two days for the team to return from their current case. And since it’s a conversation you would rather be kept as private as possible, you invite Spencer over to your apartment rather than waiting for him at his (your key makes that a possibility, but again: grandma).
When you hear his own key turn in the lock, you jump up and finish opening the door for him. Spencer looks surprised when it swings open with his hand inches away from the doorknob, but glad to see you, instantly pulling you in for a hug and kissing the top of your head.
“I missed you,” he whispers, and you place a brief kiss to his smiling lips before leading him to the couch.
You’re sitting next to each other, but angled towards each other so the tips of your knees touch, and you have both his hands clasped tightly in yours between the two of you.
“Spencer, I-” you begin, looking down as your eyes suddenly fill up with tears. This annoys you a little bit—you have every outcome of this conversation planned out perfectly, and there’s nothing to be emotional about yet anyways.
Spencer’s eyes widen in concern, and he dips his head in order to look at you better. “What’s wrong, [name]? Have I done something that upset you?” He sounds upset himself at the mere prospect, and your heart immediately aches just a little bit more.
“No, of course not, you could never and I know you would never...which is to say, you did do something, but I’m not upset with you...Spencer, I’m—” you screw up your eyes, unwilling to look at his beautiful, confused face when you say it. His hands are warm in yours, and it gives you comfort as you take the final leap.
“I’m pregnant.”
“Oh,” he says, and while you’re no profiler, what comes next looks a lot like a sigh of relief.
“Oh? That’s all? Do you have anything, I don’t know, more, to say about it?” You’re not trying to be rude, but all of the emotions of the past several days have been in anticipation of this moment, and you still have no idea what Spencer is going to say or do.
“N-no, I have a lot, I promise!” He laughs, his own eyes watery now too. “I’m happy, [name], I’m so happy. That is, if you want this?”
At your nod, he laughs again, drawing you into his arms and holding you as tightly as he can to him, kissing your face and whispering between them, “I love you - and - I love our child already - and - I couldn’t ask - for anything more in my life - than you and the family we’re going to have.”
You pull back. “So then what was the ‘oh’ for? Processing time?” It’s never bothered you that Spencer isn’t the best with the social status quo, but your feelings had been hanging in the balance at that particular moment.
Spencer chuckles yet again (was your emotional turmoil really that funny?) and has the good grace to look embarrassed as he admits, “I thought you were breaking up with me. But this was the best possible thing you could have said, and I was so close to crying alone in my apartment tonight, but instead I’m crying here with you still because I can’t even believe how excited and in love I am.”
This gives you, too, a fresh wave of tears. “I love you too, so much. I didn’t know if you even wanted to have this baby with me, because we’ve talked about kids but it’s still so soon and we don’t even live together and we’ve only known each other for ten months and I thought you might be upset because you thought I messed up with the birth control but I swear I didn’t and-”
The overwhelmingly tender look in his eyes stops you, and his hand comes up to smooth your hair back from falling in your face in the gentle way only Spencer Reid can.
“It isn’t the timing I would have planned for, but there’s nobody else I could possibly picture myself raising a child with,” he tells you seriously. “I love you so much, and I’m here for the long haul, as long as you’ll have me. And-” his tone switches, becoming lighter and more relaxed “-the oral contraceptive pill only has a 99% effectiveness rate, which isn’t actually that high when you consider all of the couples using it as their singular form of birth control at any given time.”
Now it’s your turn to laugh, and cling tighter onto the man you know you’re the luckiest person alive to be starting a family with.
-----
You should have known better than to keep the fact that there’s a human being growing inside your body from your grandmother, but it would have required a lot of explaining you weren’t quite sure yet how to do.
And at four months into your pregnancy, you can no longer explain away your flowy shirts as for comfort and increased appetite as a result of a (nonexistent) new workout regimen. The thing that really does it, though, is the wine and paint class she insists you take her to one Saturday morning, at which you subtly but firmly decline the wine part of the activity.
“You’re pregnant.”
You promptly choke on your own spit and knock over your paint water, apologizing to the room at large and scrambling for paper towels. Once the water’s been sopped up, your grandmother has a triumphant look on her face.
“I knew you were pregnant, and now I’m absolutely sure of it. Whyever haven’t you told me, darling?”
“Sorry” you mumble to your half-finished painting. “I wasn’t going to hide it forever.”
She clicks her tongue. “No, no, not forever. Just until you went into labor on the way to pick up my new glasses, hmm?”
You start to grin, thinking you’re in the clear about any awkward father questions, but then a look of devastation crosses her face.
“But who else made it? You didn’t tell me you were dating anyone either, and,” here’s where she looks truly distraught, “you were supposed to end up with Spencer! That boy is head over heels for you, I know it, and I thought you liked him too! He’s just moved out, so it will be harder to get in touch with him, but I’ll tell you this right now, dearest. If the father of that baby doesn’t stick around, Spencer would be a wonderful husband and parent.”
“Grandma!” you hiss, drawing looks from some neighboring painters. For the record, you already know that he’s moved out—and for you, it’s actually more accurate to say that he’s moved in.
But she plows on, “He’s always wanted to be a dad, you know, and I still think you two are a match made in heaven-”
“Grandma, not right now.”
This puts her off for the rest of the evening, but the ‘right now’ moment ends up coming sooner than you had expected: a mere three days later, at your scheduled doctor’s appointment to check up on the baby’s health. Your grandmother hadn’t taken no for an answer when she informed you that she’d be accompanying you, and Spencer was fine with sitting out just the one. As long as you swore on your life that you’d tape record the entire time the doctor was talking, ask all of the questions on a list he gave you, and show him all of your charts the second you arrived home.
It’s the medical assistant who gives you away.
“Oh, hi [name]!” She says brightly as she leads you to the examination room. “No Dr. Reid today? We’ll miss the fetal health statistics that all of us already know.”
You cringe away slightly as your grandmother gasps more loudly and dramatically than a woman of her age should be able to, and shrieks “It was him this whole TIME?”
——-
Two weeks after your son is born, you are obviously still in no shape to leave home when it’s not absolutely necessary. But Spencer, sweet as ever, insists that you deserve something nice after all of the physical exhaustion of labor, birth, breastfeeding, and ongoing healing postpartum. So he cleans the apartment top to bottom and orders food from the fancy restaurant the two of you had visited on your first date, and when you come out of the shower, he’s hung string lights across the ceiling, giving the living room a warm glow.
So the two of you steal a few hours to yourselves as your child naps in the spare room (his room, now. It almost feels weird to say) and there’s something that is so right, so wonderful and complete about cozying up to Spencer in the home that you share, with pretty lighting and a slumbering baby that the two of you created.
It’s a feeling that rapidly shifts—not in an unpleasant way, just to something markedly different—when Spencer gets up from the couch and immediately drops back down: to the floor in front of you, one knee up and one down.
“You know, statistically,” he begins, and you have to cover your mouth to avoid laughing out of pure joy and love for the man, “the romantic love period of a relationship has faded after 18 months together. After that it’s settled into the healthy power struggle that will likely last for the duration, so it’s a good indicator for how things will be for the rest of- well, our lives, if I do this correctly.” At this, Spencer takes a deep, shaky breath and resumes. “We’ve only been with each other for 19 months, but there is nobody more perfect for me than you are, and I want to spend all of eternity trying to be perfect for you. Will you marry me?”
You finally let yourself laugh, or maybe you’re crying. Either way, tears of happiness are streaming down your face as you whisper “Yes!” as loudly as you can, because you know if you let your vocal cords get involved you’ll wake the baby.
And once Spencer has kissed you and climbed back up to the couch, taking his rightful place by your side, you realize that there had been something missing from your content feeling earlier—but the promise of forever together was it, and now you are the happiest you’ve ever been.
-----
The very next day, you decide that it is an absolutely necessary occasion to leave home. You and Spencer in coats and boots (and new engagement rings), and your newborn bundled up in mismatched socks knitted by his father, a hat knitted by his great-grandmother, and a onesie gifted by his uncle Derek Morgan, who had commissioned a local artist to paint “Prettier Boy” on the front of it.
Both of you are smiling fit to beat the band when you meet your grandma at a bench in the park that hosts the farmers’ market on weekends, feeling it fitting as the spot you first heard about the man who will soon become your husband.
As Spencer proudly holds the baby in his arms next to you, you pull off your glove and waggle your hand in front of your grandmother, feeling just as sparkly inside as the dazzling ring.
“We thought we’d tell you first this time.”
409 notes · View notes
the-broken-truth · 3 years
Note
Can I request i male reader who treats all of the lords and mother mranda like his own kids cause of his animal instincts? 🙍‍♂️🐾
(You can choose the sifter)
Broken (Chuckles): Hello, @imanewboi99 - back again to spoil me with delicious scenarios, are you? (Reads ask) A Shifter that treats The Lords & Mother Miranda like his children? Hm...I can imagine the Lords but the Lords see Mother Miranda as their mother...I'll make him Miranda's Lover - Hopefully that is good for you, my friend. As for Shifter Form... I'll make him a Caracal Cat; I like their ears and they have stubby little tails, plus cats are one of the animals I think will take in another animal's infant as their own. Now, let the words weave together!
Note: The Reader will be known as [Father].
🦇 [Alcina Dimitrescu] 🦇
When Alcina met [Father] during the Lord Meeting, she didn't like him for the simple fact he was a man but she was curious of the large feline ears he had in replacement for his human ears & they weren't just for show - he made that clear when Karl called Alcina 'Lady Super-Sized Bitch' during a Lord Meeting, causing the tall buff man to walk over to the 4th Lord and glare down at him.
His Response: "You will not refer to another Lord, your sister, and my daughter as a 'bitch' in my presence or the presence of your mother and siblings again, Karl Heisenberg or I show you the power I hold in a way you will not be fond of. Now, apologize to Alcina this minute."
When Karl didn't move fast enough, [Father] grabbed the German by his trench coat and held him high (Keep in mind that [Father] is around the same height as Alcina) with a glare on his face and snarl in his voice, "I SAID 'APOLOGIZE', YOU UNGRATEFUL BOY!'; Karl wheezed out an apology before the man placed in back on the pew, "And never...disrespect anyone of my children again, I wouldn't let any of them do it to you, Son." then he went to sit.
As time went on, [Father] would come to Castle Dimitrescu and repair any kind of structural damaging or ask Alcina if she needed anything to be delivered to the castle.
Alcina would say, "Father, you don't need to worry yourself with these petty issues."
But he would say, "As your father, I don't want my eldest daughter and granddaughters to be without. Please, let me be a good father and grandfather to you and my granddaughters, Alcina."
Alcina was touched and handed him a list of things she needed to be taken care of that no one else would do or couldn't do. Everything was done within a few hours.
When it comes to the daughters, [Father] loves them as a man would love his biological grandchildren.
He would come to the castle with gifts: A new book collection for Bela, Gadgets of Torment for Cassandra, or a new weapon for Daniela.
If the daughters were bored and had nothing to do, [Father] would turn into his Feline Form and let the daughters hunt him, but he was rather fast & which made the daughters have fun with the chase.
[Father] has a manor that is around the same size as Heisenberg's Factory and the daughters love to visit because the large man spoils them too much.
They would go every single weekend but one day, Alcina told them that they didn't need to go everything single weekend and to give [Father] some space. The daughters didn't like that and called their grandfather to complain and waited around the corner when Alcina received a call from [Father].
"Father, all I said was they don't need to be over there all of the time," Alcina explained.
"Alcina, don't say anything to me; you are lucky that I am 5 whiskey glasses in, otherwise I would come to get them myself. Call the carriage and bring me my granddaughters." He hung up after that.
Not wanting to disappoint her Father Figure, she called the carriage and delivered the daughters and she was given a case of fine wines to relax with while they were with him.
She may hate men - but [Father] was the only man-thing she would admit to caring about. Mother Miranda picked well.
🎎 [Donna Beneviento + Angie] 🎎
[Father] knew that Donna was timid & Angie was her way of communication - he didn't want to frighten her thus began their relationship with phone calls.
For the most time, he spoke to Angie and each conversation would with [Father] asking if Donna or Angie needed anything; yes, he considered Angie another person and not just a doll.
On the occasion that they did need something, he would go purchase what they needed and let it on the porch of Beneviento Manor, knocked on the door, and stepped away; he knew that Donna was scared of his height.
One day, he was delivering some Doll Parts Donna asked for, he did his normal routine and was about to leave when Angie called out and asked if he wanted to come in for tea. He accepted.
He shrunk himself to be a more acceptable height for Donna and the three of them had tea and conversation.
Donna became more adjusted to his presence and would call him herself - without Angie - and ask if they would have tea, make dolls together, or work in the garden together.
One day, he came with an eyepatch with the Crest of House Beneviento stitched into it as a way to cover the scar but not her whole face.
At the next meeting, she wore it.
Salvatore complimented her on it and she said 'Father made it for me.'
He smiled.
🐟 [Salvatore Moreau] 🐟
Salvatore was curious about [Father] but was too nervous to talk to him - thinking he was going to be mean or make fun of him his appearance. Imagine his surprise when [Father] wanted up to him and smiled before saying, 'Hello, Salvatore. It's nice to meet you, son.".
Salvatore looked at him with wide eyes - he thought of Salvatore as a son? He didn't make fun of him?
Salvatore and [Father] would talk whenever they saw each other at the Lord Meetings but one day, [Father] asked to spend a day with his son because he never got to learn about him.
Salvatore was nervous but agreed.
When [Father] arrived at Salvatore's Territory, he was displeased that his son was living in such poor conditions and he vowed to do something about it and his son's vomiting.
The two of them spent hours watching movies together and eating cheese & fish while Salvatore told [Father] everything about him.
One day, Salvatore was surprised to see his father building a new house on steady ground and told Salvatore that it was his new home because he was not gonna let his Lord and Son live in poor conditions like that. Salvatore was also informed that there was a new collection of movies for the two of them to enjoy.
They have movie nights every Wednesday and Sunday.
As for Salvatore's vomiting, [Father] was able to make an elixir that prevents vomiting but Sal has to drink it every month. It's bitter but he will do it regardless.
🛠 [Karl Heisenberg] 🛠
[Father] knew that Karl was still cross with him for embarrassing him before Mother Miranda and the Other Lords & no real father would want his son to be angry with him at every family get-together.
[Father] went to Karl's Factory with an apology but when he went inside, he saw his son running from a strange contraption with a large drill arm.
His Paternal Instincts kicked in and he charged at the creature, crushing its head in his hand before turning to his son to make sure he was alright.
Karl was angry to see him at first but he did thank him for saving his life before that thing turned him into a pin-cushion. He then asked [Father] what he was doing in his factory and the taller man said he didn't want any bad blood between the two of them and offered his services to his son.
Karl wasn't interested and first but he then realized that he could use [Father] to get inside information on Miranda so he agreed.
The two of them worked on projects, blueprints, or repairs for hours, enjoying each other conversation and presence.
[Father] asked the 4th Lord to be kinder to the other lords - he hated seeing his family argue and be bitter with each other.
Karl - while he never saw the others as his family - agreed to this for the sake of the only one he really respected and cared for.
Karl was still planning on making Miranda suffer for what she had done to him and the others...but...Did [Father] really deserve it?
This man - he had a heart of gold - but it was clear he suffered as well and this 'family' was the only thing that kept him together, kept him happy - Karl didn't want him to be unhappy.
What would destroying Miranda and this 'family' do to [Father]? Karl wondered but at the same time, he didn't want to know. This man was a father to him...what was he supposed to do?
🧪 [Mother Miranda + The Lords As A Whole] 🧪
Miranda would wake up to the smell of [Father]'s cooking and coffee every morning - he refused to let her start the daily research without a good meal and coffee, and she didn't object to this - the man made some delicious food.
One day - Miranda went to the meeting grounds and found the man cleaning, fixing pillars, and making individual thrones for the Lords, Mother Miranda, and himself. Reason: "My wife and children are not sitting on old ass furniture and possibly getting sick."
The Lords love their thrones - he even made one for Angie.
When an argument - mostly between Alcina and Karl - broke out, [Father] would roar for them to shut up and respect the Mother of All and each other.
"You are my children - not savages - and you will act like it or I shall show you how savages were treated where I came from!"
It would take Miranda's gentle hand to calm him when the children acted out of line.
When it came to the Cadou Experiments - [Father] would aid Miranda or his children without a second thought. Whatever they needed, he would get for them.
[Father] would try to have a family dinner with everyone at his manor once a week, just so the family could all be together.
As much as Miranda didn't want to admit it - she loved the dinners; it really felt as if she had a real family.
Maybe...when Eva was returned to her...they could be a family.
[End]
323 notes · View notes