#and did he just get a granddaughter at the expense of his daughter.

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Step Into My Ride, Part 2

Summary:  Ransom and his family do not get along

Pairings:  Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, sex in public, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  5.3K

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“Gracie Lou Drysdale!” Harlan greets the three of you at the door, and Gracie runs right to him, wrapping her arms around his legs. “Come on in, and tell me all about your week at school. Ransom. Lucky,” he gives the two of you a head nod, leading his favorite great granddaughter inside.

“Luck, I hate coming here,” your boyfriend gives you a little pout, wiggling his legs, mimicking one of Gracie’s rare baby tantrums. He really was deep down just a spoiled child. He wasn’t getting out of weekly dinners with Harlan though. “If my parents could stay away, it wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Ransom, you need to put your big boy pants on. Gracie loves your grandpa. She tolerates your mom. But for heaven’s sake, quit with this spiel every time we come here.”

“She hates my dad. And I swear, if he makes one comment to you or our daughter, I’m going to lose my shit. Harlan can start coming to the house for dinner.”

“Now there is an idea,” you smile at him. You would much rather have Harlan at your house, and in Gracie’s element any day of the week. “I could make us food, and we wouldn’t have to deal with…” a soft groan exits Ransom’s mouth as a dust cloud is spotted in the distance. “Come on, babe. Let’s go inside so we don’t have to explain to your parents why you’re in a bad mood.”

He still wants to complain that his parents always hijack his nice evening with Harlan and Gracie. There’s always a stupid comment made, typically by his father. Ransom always gets in a terrible mood and snaps right back at him. You always lead Harlan and Gracie outside and away from the chaos. Always.

Harlan adored Gracie just as much as she did him. If it was warm he would walk straight to the back yard, and sit on a bench with her and listen to all her odd behaviors from the week prior. Gracie loved to try different things. She took cues from her classmates on their own allergies, or way of speech and would incorporate them in her own routine for a few days, until she realized she was over that.

“Uno. Dos. Tres,” you hear your sweet daughter count with Harlan in Spanish. Ransom goes up beside her when Linda and Richard strut into the sitting area. What was a shame is how much Gracie wanted to impress her grandparents. “Oh! Oh! Gigi and Dink,” Ransom can’t help but to snort at the name that Gracie bestowed upon Richard, turning to look at his daughter that was so proud of something.

“I learned how to count to ten in Spanish. Uno. Dos. Tres. Cuatro.”

“Seriously? Spanish,” Richard was already rolling his eyes as he goes to the bar cart. Ransom is already sitting up straighter, ready to attack his father. “They should teach you something more useful at that expensive school. It’s confusing enough for kids these days. And now they’re teaching you another language when you haven’t even perfected English. What next? French?”

“Bonjour means hello,” she smiles, looking up at Harlan who gives her a kiss on her forehead. You bite at your tongue when Richard lets out an annoyed growl. Ransom’s family. He dealt with them. “And hola means hello in Spanish. Aren’t you proud?”

“Proud you're wasting my money like your father did?”

“My money,” Linda interjects when Ransom starts to say something. “Can we not argue for a moment? I think your speaking of different languages is commendable. What else did you learn this week?”

“I’m gluten free, and I’m not H2O intolerant. But I am a bit lactose intolerant, so mommy got me banana milk, and,” she gets the biggest smile as she turns her head to look at Harlan, “Daddy puts chocolate syrup in it.”

“Milk chocolate syrup?” Richard sits across from Ransom, giving his actual granddaughter an annoyed look. “I thought you were lactose intolerant?”

“Only this week. But banana milk is really good, Dink,” Gracie didn’t even understand, and you wanted her to keep her innocence as much as possible. She was adorable, and so proud. “And…I think I can’t have eggs next week.”

“Linda, your granddaughter is neurotic.”

“What’s neurotic?”

“Gracie Lou, how about you, me, and grandpa go make some chocolate banana milk? I’m sure he’ll love it as much as you do,” walking over towards her, you hold out your hand. It would be so much more simple if Harlan could come to you. Let Ransom refuse to see his parents, especially if a four year old they saw for a couple of hours each week bothered them so much.

“But what’s neurotic?”

“Just something Dink likes to criticize about. It’s always something, huh, father? She’s four years old. She’s learning who she is.”

“And confused as to what allergies are. Next she’s going to want to shave her head, and you two are going to let her, aren’t you?”

“Us two are going to let our daughter be who she is. Because she is ours. How we raise her is our business. Her trying a life without eating eggs is not hurting anyone. Her saying she’s lactose intolerant is hurting no one. And the fucking chocolate syrup didn’t have milk in it,” Gracie gasps as you quickly usher her and Harlan away from the chaos, but she caught her dad’s words.

“See what you did? You make me and your mother be the bad guy every time.”

“Do not include me in this conversation. I liked hearing her count in Spanish.”

“The child can barely count in English, and that expensive damn school is trying to teach her something else.”

“For your information, Gracie can count to one hundred. She’s already reading, and she writes her full name. She’s four years old. And she’s one of the top in her class. Why are you always shitting on who she is? She’s amazing, and you don’t even realize it. She’s got negotiating skills better than mom. And remember, she’s my daughter. If you hate her and me, and my girlfriend so much, why do you come here?”

“I’ll tell you why you little prick,” Richard slams his glass down on the table causing Linda to flinch, rolling her eyes and ready to leave the two of them to the arguing. “You squandered away all your potential. Working at a fucking garage as a grease monkey with the worst influence of your life, Dean Winchester. You’re getting speeding tickets, and spending the night in jail a few times a year. You live in that piece of shit trailer, and you’re shacked up with some whore who takes pornographic pictures of other women.”

Ransom stands to leave, walking towards the kitchen, “You won’t talk about my girlfriend and daughter like that. You won’t see any of us ever again.”

“Then put a goddamn ring on her finger, and make an honest woman out of her. You don’t have to spend the rest of your life with the first woman that spreads her legs and doesn’t know the value of safe sex. The two of you never should have had a child. Your mother pays for her school. You can’t even afford it.”

“Yeah, well, mom insisted on paying. Insisted on the school. Not me. I’m a good fucking father, and Lucky is the best mother I have ever met. We love and enjoy our daughter. She’s spoiled with attention and affection, and that’s a hell of a lot more than I can say for you. I don’t know why I bother dealing with you. You never have anything to say about me and my family. So from now on, don’t expect to be a part of our lives,” his eyes flick to the door when Chris walks in. “There you have it. The son you always wanted. Lucky, let's go,” he screams into the kitchen at you.

“Don’t expect to see my child ever again. You lost that privilege by calling her mother a whore.”

“I don’t want to go. I miss grandpa,” she curls more into Harlan, and he gives her a quick kiss to the top of her head, holding her closer.

“Baby, grandpa is going to start coming to our house for dinner, okay? You can wear your pretty dresses, and show him your room, and the house, okay?”

“You promise?” Harlan nods at her before she gives him the biggest hug, and you scoop her up.

“Head out the side door, sweetheart. Don’t take her around that,” you know it’s the best option. Gracie never heard arguing like that. She was well adjusted because you and Ransom let her try and figure out what she liked, and who she was without telling her. Encouraged all her ideas and new interests, and never made her feel bad for deciding she didn’t like something. “Gracie, you think grandpa can see you tomorrow?”

“Yes. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Gracie Lou.”

“You can’t keep my granddaughter from me,” Richard walks up to Ransom, “And take that stupid hat off your head. You’re not a child.”

“I can keep my daughter away from you all I want. She’s mine and her mother’s.”

“If you would have applied yourself like your uncle Chris, you might have made a few million by now. And even he didn’t live up to his own potential. Both of you could have made more money doing other things.”

“And money made you happy?” Ransom smirks heading towards the door, “Your number will be blocked, so don’t expect a call back. Chris, I’ll talk to you later. Mom, learn to control your bitch.”

“You asshole!”

“Richard!” Ransom finishes closing the door when Harlan comes back in. “You’re the one acting like an ass. Your granddaughter was trying to impress you and make you proud, and you dismissed it so quickly. Your son is trying to tell you he is happy. That is the life he chose, and you can either accept it, or you can keep your opinions out of my house. I will not make you feel that any of them are not welcome here. That is my grandson, and his beautiful family. I can’t help it that you don’t like the life that he chose as an adult.”

“That woman poisoned him.”

“That woman doesn’t have a rap sheet. He does. He had that before he even met her. That woman is who calmed him down. That woman is the person that co-signed with the garage because she had credit, and he didn’t. That woman is the one who stood by his side when he was in jail for two months, and she was pregnant with his kid. That woman is the reason they have land, and a home. And if you make one comment about their home, so help me God, Richard, I will kick you out of my house. He is happy. And for you to criticize the woman that has made him a better man than even you is rich. She has stuck by his side no matter what. She is loyal to him, and she’s a damn good mother. Did you ever think Ransom would be a good father? I figured he’d leave the woman to deal with the child herself, while you were left paying child support. Be thankful he’s a good man.”

“He’s trash. He could have been so much more.”

“So could you. Christopher, have Fran bring my food to the study. You can join me if you would like, or you can head to Ransom and Lucky’s. I’m done with this conversation,” slowly he makes his way up the stairs, leaving Chris staring at his older sister’s nails clicking on the table.

“Well, this was a royal fuck up. Richard, our son’s lifestyle isn’t my favorite, but I want a relationship with quite possibly our only grandchild. If he’s anything like us, he’ll know to stop with just the one. She’s a precocious child, but I want to be in her life besides just paying her school with my money. Don’t forget, it’s my money. I’m going home. Call a car to come get you. I need my space.”

Richard stands to go back to the bar cart, filling his glass with more scotch before sitting down to stare at Chris, “Ransom isn’t all that bad.”

“My son is in a relationship with his baby mama who has fake tits, and takes pictures of naked women.”

“You sound jealous,” Chris rolls his eyes. Deciding he was going to spend time with his father even if he felt Ransom, the grandson, was his favorite. “And I’m not sure if you're jealous of Ransom for being with her or her for the career she has. It’s boudoir photos. They’re not always naked.”

“I’m not jealous. Women like her, you just don’t marry.”

“They’re not married are they? And what does it matter to you?” It mattered to Chris. Chris was supposed to be the one with you. He could admit he was jealous of Ransom. Because Ransom got to have you whenever he wanted. That was supposed to be his life. He was offering you comfort and stability. But you were blinded by the fast pace Ransom, just like everyone else was. But if everything continued down this path, Ransom wouldn’t have that for long.

“I bet you’re holding out hope they never get married. She’ll never want you. Why would you want Ransom’s sloppy seconds anyways? Or their little brat.”

“Hey! You can say what you want about Ransom, but you leave Gracie out of it.”

“Why? Is she secretly your kid? I did always doubt her mother being faithful to Ransom. She did get pregnant pretty quickly. Ransom only stayed because he thought he knocked her up. She knew how to pick them. Too bad she didn’t realize you were the actual Thrombey, huh? She got those fake tits out of him though. I guess it seems fair considering he’s the one that gets to play with them.”

“You’re sick, Richard,” no one liked Richard. He was a misogynistic asshole. Even when Chris left his side, he could still hear Richard mumbling about his son and you. Chris just wanted the day to come when you realized that Ransom was bad news. He would be a better father to Gracie. No matter what Richard thought of you, Chris knew it was all lies. Chris knew you. Knew you better than Ransom, and knew you better than you knew yourself. He just needed you to understand that.

Karma would eventually take care of Ransom. He swooped in with his charm and fast car, and Chris didn’t even realize Ransom took you away from him until it was too late. Had walked in on you messily sucking Ransom’s dick after a race. He didn’t even know his nephew was the other man you had been dating. He knew that there was another one, but the few dates you and Chris went on they were fun. You laughed, and he was a gentleman. Ransom treated you like a whore.

It just made him sick to his stomach to think about how he made you drop to your knees and suck him off whenever he wanted. Or how he would drag you to his car, while everyone else was paying attention to the race while he fucked you like a dirty secret. Until you got pregnant, Chris wasn’t even sure if Ransom had ever taken you to his apartment or even if this was supposed to be anything more than sex.

Ransom knew exactly what he was getting with you, but Chris knew you had no idea who the real Ransom was. But soon you would know. Everyone would know. And Chris would be there as the constant and steady man that you needed. And now, even Gracie needed.

“Ran,” whispering his name as he rolls his fingers around your nipples. He did this when he got to thinking. Getting in his head about what his father and him were arguing about.

“You know I don’t think about you like that, right?” He lifts his head off your chest, and you nod, giving him a sweet kiss. “I respect you above all else. I mean, yeah, we have a ton of fun with the racing and sex, but I don’t regret giving it all up. I don’t regret living here with you.”

“People can say what they want to, but our trailer isn't that small. And this is our home. Gracie has had all her firsts here. She’s got little lines in the living room showing us how tall our baby is getting. I don’t care about what your parents think you or we should have done. I love our life. I don’t care that you’ve got a mile long rap sheet. I don’t care that you act like a teenage boy most of the time because when it counts, you’re the greatest man I know. You’re good to me and to our baby. You’re good to Dean. Ransom, they don’t see us as a family. They see you. And me and our flaws apart. But not how we overcome them together.”

“You’re right,” he sighs, flipping over to his back before pulling you on top of him. “Gracie is amazing.”

“She is. I hate that they don’t see you or us the way you deserve. But Harlan does. He sees all of us. And that’s good enough for me. Plus, Gracie Lou is a perfect judge of character, and she can’t stand Richard. Tolerates your mom, but wants to see Harlan everyday. Now, my pretty man, get you some sleep.”

“Do you regret the implants?”

“Do you?” With a devilish grin he shakes his head no. “You remember how I hated looking at myself in the mirror after Gracie? Or even how I didn’t want you to see me? Baby, I don’t care that people know I have implants or they judge me because of them. That’s their problem. They’re not the ones that have to look at them. We are.”

“Damn straight. And I like playing with them.”

“You better quit for tonight,” yawning, despite his playful protest. “I’m tired. I can’t have sex again.”

“Oh, you can if I want you to,” you smack at his chest, giggling. “Alright, Luck, get you some sleep. I’m sorry today went the way it did.”

“Me, too, Ran. I hate that going there makes you feel worse. You love seeing Harlan. But, he’s going to start coming here. Even if you have to go get him. Sweet dreams, husband.”

“You know I’m not lying when I say one of these days I’m going to propose, right? Right? Luck, you and Gracie are all I need in this world.”

“Mhmm. One of these days we’ll all share the same last name. But for tonight, go to sleep,” stretching out his arms, Ransom relaxes a bit more. Before his breathing starts to slow and you listen to your favorite lullaby as you fall asleep. The beat of his heart, and his breathing. It was heaven in its own little way. And you wanted this to be yours forever.

“Dean-o!” You shout, walking into the garage, waving your hands as you look in the back for Ransom’s car. “Good, he’s gone to get the baby?”

“Yes, ma’am. What can I do for you, Lucky Charm?” You fidget your fingers around, trying to avoid looking into Dean’s eyes. His loyalty was definitely to Ransom. Friends since grade school. Inseparable. “Is this about you two not being married? Luck, that man is completely in love with you, marriage or not. You’ve got him.”

“No. I’m not worried about that. When the time is right, I know that Ran and I…we’re forever, and I don’t need marriage to prove that. It’s just…you would tell me if he was getting into something more illegal than the racing, yeah?”

He grabs up a rag, wiping his greasy hands on the dirty cloth before he leans back on the car. Suddenly you don’t feel so good about asking Dean. You have always been able to talk to Ransom, so why was something Chris brought up hard for you to ask about? “What’s this about?”

“I had someone make a comment about Ran doing something more for money.”

“Like what? Running drugs? He doesn’t touch that shit, and you know that. A little bit of weed never hurt anyone, but…no, Ransom would never do that. That puts you and Gracie in too much danger. This right here,” holding his hands out, Dean spins around slowly in the garage. A garage that he and Ransom had built up slowly, and in time they became the most respected garage in Boston. “This is where Ransom and I make our honest money. He doesn’t want to lose this. It’s our dream.”

“Well…what about stolen parts? Or guns? Or anything besides the racing? Are you and Ransom into anything more illegal than that? A couple of months in jail doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is if he’s sent off for hard time. Be honest with me.”

“No. I don’t know what idiot put that shit in your head, but no. Ransom does exactly what you see him do. He works here for legit cash. He races for extra cash, and before that racing was put right back into here, and it bought your little dream home. If Ransom was doing something he should be doing, believe me, I would tell you, but he’s not.”

“He’s not doing what?” Ransom flicks his head over towards Dean, but then hungrily stalks towards you. “I can tell you one thing I’m not doing.”

“Where’s our daughter?”

“Mom has her at Harlan’s, and dad is on a business trip, so don’t look at me like that. Mom is trying for what it’s worth, and Harlan won’t let anything happen to that angel. So, why don’t you and I go over the books in the office?” You hated when he asked you to go over the books. There was so much overhead to consider in this business, and thankfully you were savvy enough with finances because him and Dean were clueless.

You told him that he needed to hire someone who actually knew what they were doing. Walking into the office, Ransom turns the blinds, and locks the door before he places your body on the desk. Pulling at your jeans’ button, and you just smile at him tugging away your pants. “What are you doing?”

“When was the last time I fucked you in here?”

“The time I got pregnant. You had just opened the garage. You swore to me that I couldn’t get pregnant because you were drunk, and so were your tadpoles.”

“I didn’t say that,” moving down to take off your panties, he stuffs them into his pocket. Holding up his hands to show that they were in fact clean before he diddles around your bundle of nerves. That cocky little Ransom Drysdale grin on his face. “I mean, I was drunk. I didn’t say tadpoles.”

“Yes. Yes, you…you did,” his free hand was already undoing his pants, letting his cock spring free from their confines. This man always made you a mess. “You said…said that you’ve called them tadpoles since you watched ‘Look Who’s Talking’. And…and…” your breathing picks up as you get closer to release, eyeing his pretty little dick while he was playing with your cunt. You didn’t care how many fingers he added into you, it was never as good as his cock.

“Ransom just put it in.”

“This is so romantic.”

“About as romantic as you fucking me here with the blinds open. Stuffing my cunt full of your seed, and we made a baby that night. The first time and last time you came in me until…until I missed…missed a period.”

“Yeah, well, made your little blissed out brain from the best head you have ever had you would have known better than to trust me drunk.”

“Just fuck me!”

“Alright!” He laughs, pushing through your tight channel. Giving you no time to adjust before he was gripping at your legs and rutting into your warmth. The two of you had grown a bit. The door was locked, the blinds were closed, he was sober, and you had birth control. What you thought was a mistake was the best thing that could have ever happened to you and Ransom.

What you thought was casually dating and fucking became the best relationship either of you had ever had. Honest, loving, caring, and so much fun. There was never a dull moment with Ransom, and the way that he stepped up to become a dad was the favorite role he had ever taken.

Some things didn’t change however. He kept his hat on backwards. Kept his pants down at his ankles for a quickie in public. He fucked into you like the two of you were running a marathon. Fast and needy. Your eyes locked into one another so you can watch the pleasure overtake your features. And the sounds he made, my god, Ransom made the prettiest sounds. He was so vocal, and it made you feel like the most perfect thing on earth.

You could feel his cock twitching inside of you, but with a calming breath from him, he holds off on his release. Waiting until you came before he even thought about reaching his own high. He was a generous partner. Placing his knuckles on the desk, he brings his face closer to you, peppering the sweetest splay of kisses over your face, despite the urgency of his thrusts. He confused your senses, and you craved more.

Desperately mewling out his name as you grab hold of his back. Circling your legs around him, and bringing him closer to you. His body starts to lay you down flat on the desk, while his hips drive him deeper into your core. “Lucky, let go, sweetheart. I know you want to,” his voice sounded wrecked. He was right on the edge of not being able to hold on anymore. “Lucky!”

“I’m…I’m right…Ran, I’m coming!”

One final thrust has him painting your quivering walls, and he lets his head rest on your chest. Blowing out shallow breaths on you while your walls milk him dry. The tiniest little jabs into you, until his body just halts movement. “You about didn’t get to orgasm.”

“I’m sorry. You’re just so pretty when you're grunting with every stab into me. Ran…this really isn’t the time, but — if you were doing something that would get you sent to prison, you would tell, right? We’re a team here.”

“What makes you think I’m doing anything illegal?”

“Well…Chris made a comment.”

“Mother fucker,” he rolls his eyes as he pulls out of you, “Stay right there. I need to see you weep of me while we have this conversation. Look, Chris is going to say whatever he can to make you doubt me. He’s a good enough guy, he helps me and Dean out with races, but that stupid bastard is still hung up on you.”

“Don’t call him a bastard,” one trickle of Ransom’s spunk makes a smile turn up on his mouth, and he reaches into the floor for your panties. Sliding them up your legs. You were going to be left a mess as you head home.

“I apologize that your little pet project hates being called a bastard. What I mean is that must have been some amazing head you gave him,” you give him a playful smack on his arm, and he shrugs, laughing. “I’m just saying, that man isn’t going to quit unless you think I’m the terrible person he wants you to believe I am, you know that. He wants you to see that he’s this amazing pillar of the community when he’s the one doing illegal shit. He’s a cop and helping a bunch of street racers clear the roads. Come on now. I deal with him because he’s family, and he helps out, but you see what he’s doing. He wants you to leave me and go with him.”

“And you don’t have a problem with that?”

“Do you want to be with him?” Your nose furls up as you shake your head, and Ransom helps you back into your pants. “I’m not concerned. I know who you love. I know whose bed you’re getting into every night. I know whose cock you're riding every night. Whose name you’re squealing every night. Luck, if you don’t want him involved in our business, fine. He’s done. But if you want to believe the seeds he’s planting in your brain, I’m not going to defend myself. You know what I do. And you know I would never make it to where I couldn’t see our daughter everyday. You tell me what you want to do with Chris, and it’s done. And quit denying that nothing happened between the two of you. He’s chasing you around like a lovesick puppy even though he’s seen my cum dripping down your leg.”

“Oh, shut up,” jumping off the desk, your arms wrap around Ransom as you smile up at him. “I really don’t want to talk about what did or did not happen with your uncle because it’s weird. I didn’t know you knew each other much less were related, but I never had sex with him.”

“Good. This pussy is mine. But if you want Mr. Deputy Do Good, you let me know. I’ll let you walk away without a fight. Live downtown in that apartment that he can barely afford, but I keep the kid.”

“Oh, no. She stays with me.”

“Then I suggest you stay with me, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good,” tilting your chin up, he gives you the sweetest kiss, and pulls your left arm from around his body, holding it still while he slides a ring on your finger. “I would hate to take this back.”

“Hugh Ransom Drysdale!” You scream looking at your finger. He didn’t need to get on his knees and propose. He already had, but this was the actual ring on your finger. You hold out your hand admiring the small diamond and the way it sparkles. “It’s perfect.”

“Now give me about four more years, and we’ll get married.”

“We’re doing our bigs in fours, huh? First a baby. Four years to get a ring. Four more years to get a last name change.”

“I’m glad you get it, Luck. Hey, I love you.”

“And I love you.”

“And maybe later you can show me what that mouth do, so I can see why Chris is so obsessed with you,” you roll your eyes as you open the door to the office, getting a quick look up from the hood of a car and smirk from Dean. “I’m serious!”

“What’s sad is I know you are. Dean, you keep this one out of trouble. I’m going to pick up Gracie, and go to the grocery store. You and Valerie are welcome to come over.”

“No, we’re not fighting right now, so maybe I can get some desk action, too. Ransom likes to brag a lot. You better go get cleaned up before going to the store.”

“Behave boys! Ran, I’ll see you when you get home fiancé,” prancing on out of the garage you feel lighter already. Ransom had no reason to lie to you, and Chris obviously had every reason. You hated this type of thinking. You were with Ransom, and nothing was going to change that. As far as you were concerned, Ransom was perfect. A bit rough around the edges, but that bad boy appeal really got to you. A bad boy with a heart of gold, and a soft spot for his daughter. How could it get any better than this?

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Professor Layton Games Summed Up

(MAJOR SPOILERS SINCE THESE ARE MYSTERY GAMES AND TWISTS AND TURNS ARE THIS GENRE'S BREAD AND BUTTER)

Curious Village: A professor and his kid apprentice Luke visit a village named St Mystere, thats revealed to be a secret test of character inhabited by puzzle-spouting robots set up by the late baron and his mechanic to make sure his daughter would be looked after until someone outside the village can prove themselves to be her guardian. Now that's fatherly love right there.

Pandora's Box: The professor and Luke visit a town that hasnt been changed in 50 years and visit the duke of the town to ask about Pandora's Box. A duke thinks his fiancé left him for another man when she announces her leaving town. But its actually cos she was pregnant and the town was already suffering from an air-borne illness thanks to a hallucinogenic gas that fucking killed people. And yet the duke stayed in his disease-riddled town cos of duty or some shit and sent an expensive box with a letter inside to his fiance, hoping she'll get a chance to read it. Yeah, this is Pandora's Box btw. He then pretended to be a vampire to scare people from visiting his castle. Then 50 odd years later, his granddaughter goes on this quest to find him and fix this whole misunderstanding. Why couldn't the child of the duke and his fiance be there? Cos she died giving birth, she isnt even fucking namedropped good lord. But the duke mistakes her granddaughter for his fiance cos she's the spitting image of her, but when the girl understandably hides behind Layton, the duke fucking swordfights Layton. then its revealed the duke's youth, the entire town and its people are all an illusion cos he's super high on dem hallucinogens and after the swordfight caused the whole castle to crash, the town is revealed to be a ghost town, the duke is now a withered old man and it turns out the box did make it to the duke's lover all along as there's her response letter inside!... Oh yeah the Professor and Luke were there too. What were the writers smoking and can I have some?

Lost Future: A young man who lost his parents in the collateral damage of a scientific experiment happening literally next door and grew up deciding he wants to be a terrorist. He then proceeds to manipulate and kidnap other scientists for his plans to built an ACCURATE SCALE MODEL OF LONDON UNDERGROUND, pretend to be the future self of the professor's apprentice and convince him and the professor they're in the London of the future. Then builds a giant tower robot to smash through the fake London and the real London to commit terrorism. He then gets Steven Universe redeemed cos of course he does. Fucking hell this story sucks.

Spectre's Call: The professor, Luke and a futch lesbian investigate a spectre that's rampaging throughout a misty town every night. It is revealed to be a plesiosaur fighting an excavating machine, its just the fog made them look they were one entity. And the reason the plesiosaur was fighting the machine? The villain Descole wanted to use that machine to dig up an ancient garden of legend hidden beneath the town and the plesiosaur did everything in its power to stop it cos she wanted a sick little girl named Ariana to be happy again (cos she lost her father and the townspeople thought she was a witch) and wanted to give that garden to Ariana because its pure air will be able to cure her illness. And the plesiosaur - s-she died to save Ariana and there was a beautiful statue of the plesiosaur made by the townspeople in her honour- (crying) GODDAMNIT THIS IS TOO MUCH! THIS IS SO SOFT AND SAD I FUCKING LOVE THIS GAME

Miracle Mask: The professor and the gang visit Italian Las Vegas???To visit an old friend of Layton, Angela and her husband Henry. And they're clearly in need of a divorce. Anyway, a tumblr sexyman wearing a Vendetta mask terrorises Italian Las Vegas and turns ppl into stone and doing fancy magic and shit and the professor investigate. It turns out the tumblr masked guy is actually another old friend of Layton's called Randall Ascot (YEP THATS HIS NAME) whom everyone thought he was dead and his primary motive was that his pal Henry (who started out as a servant to him btw) married Angela and he's pissed off about it so he kidnapped Angela.. Even though Angela didnt even know he survived this whole time. What is it with this series and men going completely off the rails whenever a pretty woman is involved? But oh no it wasnt Randall who was the real villain, it was Descole pulling the strings all along OOOHHHH. What is it with Layton's past friends trying to get revenge on him? Like dude's just standing there, sipping tea. This game was a mess

Azran Legacy: Okay I havent played it nor do I have the willpower to pick the game up and play it without getting bored. So I looked up the plot summary on the wiki and watched the in game cutscenes... I think this clip below sums up my entire thoughts of this game

#professor layton #spoilers #late night thoughts #level 5 #in a nutshell #curious village #pandora's box #unwound future spoilers #azran legacy spoilers #miracle mask spoilers #curious village spoilers #emmy's true identity is so bogus like omg #and descole despit being set up as the main villain in the sequels #turns out in the final game he too was a pawn #and now this old ass man is now our big bad villain with barely enough screentime to flesh him out #god the sequels were so all over the place

[ocalaghan]

i finished watching the golden girls tonight and let me tell you... that is not a show to finish watching when you're in the heartache of a friend break-up lmao.

it was good though. i started it in january 2022 because it had been on my radar for a while and in the wake of betty white's passing, it felt like a fitting time to finally start it. i watched the first 5 seasons quite quickly but slowed waaaaaay down with the last two. i can see why it was so loved. i almost wish i'd kept note of the plot-holes to make a post about them though because i noticed soooooo many.

i think rose and dorothy were my favourites. rose was so sweet. i'm clearly too fucking soft to be alive because sometimes when the other girls made jokes at rose's expense, it made me feel like crying lmao.

i was surprised the series ended without saying anything about she and miles' wedding because they were engaged just a few episodes before the finale? i guess that might be because of the sequel show but i was shocked it ended with a wedding that wasn't rose's. i'm glad she was choosing to stay living with blanche and sophia instead of moving in with her daughter though, but it did sort of make me wonder because if she's getting married won't she be perhaps moving in with miles sometime in the near future???

i was happy for dorothy though. the whole series she had such back-and-forth with stan and the other girls joking about her single life so i think she deserved a nice husband!!! the fact it was someone related to one of her best friends was a nice twist (although it did make me wonder how old he is if he's blanche's uncle).

blanche's story concluded the way she'd always been and she's fairly happy with her life so... no complaints there??? i think it would've been fun if sophia had a lil boyfriend though. but i still have to watch the golden palace so i guess we'll see. i'm just glad none of them will be lonely/without each other. the scene of them all crying and hugging goodbye had me so sad though. like pls! you can all visit each other! </3

throughout the series though i had a crazy hard time keeping up with their families. it seemed like they all had absolutely hundreds of siblings and children. rose had like... nine (???) adoptive siblings. and she mentions five children but we only ever meet two of her daughters, kiersten and bridget, and we know of two granddaughters, both kiersten's.

and then blanche is one of five children and i think we meet all of her siblings bar her brother tad in this series. and i was constantly confused by her kids, every time she mentioned one of them it seemed like there was a new drama!!! probably because she was a distant mother who relied on nannies because she had five kids she seemingly wasn't super interested in mothering, but anyway. i know we meet janet and rebecca whom she repairs her relationships with, and then we don't meet matthew "skippy", or doug, or biff. and we know her late husband had a son borne of an affair, david. i like to think blanche keeps in touch with david and maybe introduces him to his half-siblings so they can all have a relationship. it bugged me that he was called david though because, common as the name may be, they could've just made it something different since one of janet's three children is called david and we meet him during the series too.

dorothy was less confusing because she only had one sister and one brother (i was so sad for her and sophia when he died??!) and only had two kids, michael and kate. so as a result, sophia, also less confusing, because she's got three kids with one of them obviously being a main character.

anyway. i find it deeply interesting how the perception of middle-aged women has changed in the decades since this show aired. i always thought these women were meant to be much older than they were (with the exception of sophia, since she's aged 80 in the pilot). like definitely late 60s at the very least (which still isn't really that old now). but they're all early to mid 50s when the show begins. they are by no means 'old' ladies in my eyes. whereas you look at shows nowadays that portray women in their 50s, you generally wouldn't assume they're 50. it's just interesting how the style has changed but also the lens through which we view aging women.

anyway, it was a great show. i'd like to watch the sequel. i feel like it tied up the main plots nicely enough and it made me laugh out loud genuinely several times. it was far more progressive than i expected it to be considering the era and seeing these beautiful women being trailblazers for 'older' women, and for these minority groups and prevalent issues they discussed on the show was a joy.

it feels strange to think they are all now passed, but they've given people such comfort even long after their deaths. <3

#the golden girls #rose nylund #dorothy zbornak #blanche devereaux #sophia petrillo #tv: the golden girls

[rickxation]

Protective Grandpa Cy 😭🧡

Cy's Beth is a very bad person.😬 Here's a little bit from the small fic under the read more; Cy catches Beth hitting Summer and takes them away from her:

"Your kids? Yeah," he laughed humorlessly, "I-I've been taking care of Morty ever since I-i got here. He's a wreck and-and now I know why! And Summer never wants to be here where she should feel safe. You-You don't deserve them and I-i-i'm not going to hang around for y-you to not fix your bullshit and keep abusing these kids!"

Getting Out

TW: abuse

Words: 1197

Cy portaled into the garage, he had been at Doc's trying to get his arm and leg repaired after a hostile Rick stomped on both. It was taking a while but he knew it would be worth it. The intricate synth flesh was grown by Doc who was excited about the project of developing synthetic flesh since he met Cy.

It was expensive and took a long time to make, but having limbs that were basically organic again made Cy happy. He didn't want to just get a clone like so many Ricks did. His body had been through so much with him, he felt sentimental attachment to keep it around. Also the idea of consciousness transfer unsettled him.

He threw some extra supplies they didn't use today onto his workbench. He was smiling at the idea of getting back to normal before he froze. He could hear shouting coming from the house. Beth must be drunk again, he thought, wincing. She got the Rick addiction genes very strong and it was sad to see his daughter spiraling.

Cy opened the garage door just in time to see Beth punch Summer square in the eye.

"What the-the fuck is going on?!" Cy took three long strides forward and stood between Beth and Summer in the entry hallway. His hands were shaking so he clenched them.

"Your bitch-of-a-granddaughter brought home some drugs and screamed at me for telling her she couldn't! She's endangering Morty," Beth slurred, anger plastered on her face as she looked up at her exceptionally tall father.

"You don't give a shit about Morty! I saw you hit him! You said you never would!" Summer screamed from behind her grandpa as she tried to walk around him to yell at her again. Cy held her back, barely containing his own anger and shock.

"Kids go get your backpacks we are leaving," Cy said in a dangerous voice. He looked around and saw Morty in the corner sobbing and pulling his hair. Summer tried to get Morty to stand up and come with her but he couldn't so she quickly ran up the stairs.

"I am taking them. You can try and stop me but they are coming with me," he snarled, making her step back, her angry expression wavering as a look of shock crossed her face. She had never seen her father so furious; it was a frightening sight.

"Don't you fucking dare! You abandoned Mom and I! She always knew you were a selfish coward! You're a-a piece of shit who couldn't even come around to meet your own daughter; to maybe be in my life?! This is all your fault!"

Summer came back down the stairs with her and Morty's backpacks; a few pairs of clothes and essentials quickly shoved into them and half zipped.

"Go to the front desk and wait for me. I will be right there," Cy turned his head to look at Summer who grabbed Morty's hands to make him stop pulling his hair. She helped him up from the floor and handed him his backpack, his whole form was still shaking. Cy shot a portal near them and Summer grabbed Morty's arm, immediately walked through, the portal closing behind them.

"You're kidnapping my kids? Where are you going to go dad? It isn't like you have anywhere else to go, that's why you came crawling back, right??" Beth snarled, trying to swing at him as he backed up so she couldn't land a hit.

"Away from here, obviously. And your kids? Yeah," he laughed humorlessly, "I've been taking care of Morty ever since I got here. He's a wreck and now I know why! And Summer never wants to be here where she should be safe. You don't deserve them and I'm not going to hang around for you to not fix your bullshit and still abuse those kids!"

He grabbed some of his stuff from the garage that he might need as she raged and started throwing shit around the house. He quickly went upstairs and grabbed some of his clothes and things like Summer had. Beth had chased him into his room, kicking his stuff around, a whole wine bottle in her hand as evidence of how much she had been drinking.

"I tried! I swear I did. I don’t know, maybe I am a piece of shit. Whatever. That doesn't excuse hitting kids! I can't even look at you. I'm leaving; hope you have a nice life," Cy spat and shot a portal, quickly stepping through before she could follow.

Cy emerged from the portal into the lobby of a nice hotel. He scanned around for Summer and Morty. Summer was standing next to the poor kid who was sitting on the floor, not pulling his hair but just holding his head and rocking a little. Summer was trying to look calm but she was watching him with small tears in her eyes. A bruise was already starting to form on her eye and she was clenching her teeth very tight.

"Hey, I got this, one sec, lemme get us a room. I swear it'll be ok," Cy said once he walked over. It was mainly to himself but he also was trying to reassure them both. His hands were trembling with adrenaline as he left them to walk to the counter. This hotel was a nicer one he had stayed in quite a few times so a lot of the staff knew him.

“Rickie! Hey, there you are! Your daughter looked terrified when she came through one of those portals you always used to use,” The alien girl behind the desk laughed.

“Granddaughter, actually, thank you for watching them for a sec. We need a room please, two bedrooms if you got them, or at least two queen beds,” Cy tapped his fingers on the receptionist’s desk impatiently. He looked around, there were a lot of people in the lobby.

“We are totally booked, I’m so sorry, Rickie. I literally have nothing for you, there might be an opening if someone cancels. You would have to hang around for a while though. I’m sorry, honey.” The alien looked genuinely sad.

“That’s ok, thanks,” he sighed and bit his lip, thinking of where else they could go. He didn’t want to take them to the seedier places, which there were a lot he had been to, but his mind was racing and it was getting hard to think.

“H-hey, Rick?” Cy jumped at Morty’s voice, surprised to hear him. He looked down at the kid who was trembling but standing with a steeled look in his eyes, “I-i-i t-texted Mort th-that we left home and-and it w-was bad. They said that Zee's gonna call y-you…”

Cy’s phone rang right then and sure enough it was Zee, "Baby, what the fuck! Are you and the kids at a hotel right now?! My guy, you know I have a whole ass spare room, why didn't you just bring them here?!" He stopped for a moment and collected himself, he realized he was raising his voice out of concern. "Just...just get here when you all can, baby, I have plenty of space for you here."

"O-okay, we'll be over in a sec," Cy replied, feeling upset that he was going to inconvenience his boyfriend. He hated needing help but he had to push that feeling away for the sake of the kids.

#my art #cy #rick ocs #angst :D <3 #cy is a bit taller than canon rick #so smol lil morty ;-;

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

A prompt, if you’re interested: Marion reacts to something she didn’t know before about Fjord’s upbringing? Something he’s never experienced before, perhaps? I’m not sure I just think that dynamic could be really interesting, and also very cute.

Hope this can take your mind somewhere else for a little bit -ghost

tw- implied child abuse (I went the more cute than dramatic route here, but now I am thinking up some deliciously angsty ideas.)

Marion watches her daughter with a soft smile, sipping her coffee delicately. Jester is carrying her own daughter around on her shoulders, showing the wide eyed toddler all of the fancy Winter's Crest decorations in the Chateau.

"May I sit?" Marion looks up to see Fjord standing behind the empty chair beside her. She smiles and nods her consent. "Thank you for inviting us, Marion. It's always great to stay here."

Marion pats his hand, "You're family, Fjord, no thanks is needed. All I need is some quality time with my granddaughter."

Fjord smiles, looking over at his wife and child, "How long until they find the candy table?"

"I wager less than three minutes," Marion sips her drink. "When Jester was little, the whole staff here would make a game of hiding little presents around the building for her to find. Whoever's she found last won a very expensive bottle of alcohol." Marion chuckles at the memory, "She always was a curious child, getting into all sorts of trouble. I only hope your little one doesn't do the same."

Fjord smiles, "I hope so too, the Nein Heroz already has enough chaos, we don't need a toddler running around causing havoc." The two of them share a smile as Fjord leans back in his chair, looking around the room in something like wonder. "Marion, when Jester was little, you did this all the time? Celebrate holidays, I mean?"

Marion gives him an odd look, "Of course. Not just when Jester was little though, we've always celebrated Winter's Crest together. Why do you ask?"

Fjord shrugs, picking at his tusk in what Marion has come to learn is a nervous habit. "I've just never...never really celebrated it before, or anything like this before. We did Barren Eve with Caleb and Beau the last few years, but this feels different. We didn't do things like this in the orphanage."

"Oh." Marion lays a hand on Fjord's wrist. Jester hasn't told her much about her husband's upbringing, but she's been able to put things together from context. She knows he was raised at an orphanage, treated awfully because of his heritage, and that the orphanage had some ties to the Clasp. She's put two and two together from that. "You know that that's...not normal right?" She asks gently.

Fjord looks down and nods, "Becoming a father has made me realize a lot of things about how I grew up weren't normal. I would never dream of laying a hand on my daughter, and yet people did that to me and to the other kids." He shakes his head, "The thought makes me sick."

"Me as well," Marion assures him. "I'm glad you got out of there and I'm glad you found Jester, if only so you can be part of my family." She winks, letting him know she's joking. "Really, Fjord, you are a Lavorre now and Lavorres tend to celebrate holidays with the biggest most ostentatious parties you can even imagine."

Fjord smiles, "I really like being a Lavorre. Much better than being a Stone."

Marion rises, placing a hand on his shoulder as she kisses his head, "I'm very glad to hear that. I'm going to go find my granddaughter, I've yet to receive a hug from her today."

Fjord smiles as he watches her leave, reaching up to touch where she kissed him. Huh. He never had a mom before, guess that's something to get used to too.

#my fic #critical role #mighty nein

[einsteinsugly]

May 1995. Fictober 24 and 25. The Betsy Kelso Chronicles.

A/N: T7S. RK, interacting with the new generation. With JH and ED's young grandkids. An IC version of T9S, featuring a wayward Betsy Kelso. Who just got her driver's license, and is wreaking havoc back in Point Place.

*****

Three kids, two brunettes and one redhead, are mindlessly shooting hoops in their grandparents' driveway. Under the watchful eye of their Ani, and the stern glare of their Pop, when...

Tires squeal, and there's a loud crash. All they hear is the desperate contorting of metal, as the mailbox, a hundred yards away? Collapses with a furious thud.

Silence envelops the remnants of the small gang, along with their stunned grandparents, as one of the brunettes is the first to speak up.

In a grungy flannel and a Zeppelin t-shirt, the wayward nine-year-old is nearly a spitting image of her father. But with raven locks, and a furious, ironclad stare.

But sheer apprehension still fills the air, as Becca Hyde is the first to open her mouth.

"Is it safe?"

The redhead, a nine-year-old in a lilac gingham sundress and clunky boots, has a style and aura that is the spitting image of Topanga Lawrence.

Well, and she's a spitting image of both of her parents, from the wide green eyes, the willowy disposition, and a pale, freckled cloak. That quickly burns at the mere sight of sunlight.

As Kate Forman quickly analyzes the situation unfolding around her, her mind is racing, Promptly setting the world aflame, with sheer determination and an unparalleled voice of reason.

Because honesty is certainly the best policy, she rightly surmises. With a flip of the hair, and a determined stare. "It's Uncle Kelso's daughter, so no."

She awkwardly laughs, mindlessly braiding her hair, as the last loud-mouthed brunette finally opens his mouth.

And as the obnoxious little brother, James Hyde renders Kate's bittersweet honesty as loudly brutal. "I'd trust Hannah more than I'd trust Betsy."

Kate rolls her eyes, stating the obvious. "That's 'cause she's reliable, like Aunt Brooke..."

Finally, the old lion awakens with a loud roar. Like Mufasa, taking a last stand. Against the forces of evil.

He eyes the scarred car, and the destroyed mailbox, with particular ire. "What the hell did you do to my mailbox?"

Finally, Betsy reluctantly emerges from the brick red minivan. She's tall and slim, like a willow tree she would probably hit someday. With brunette locks, and brown eyes that momentarily resemble her foolish father. Rather than her brilliant mother.

She runs her hand through her hair, loudly and dramatically sighing. At a loss for words, as she notoriously stumbles.

"Um...I figured you needed a new one, so I knocked it down with my car." Betsy clears her throat, toying with her scrunchie. "Metal's out, and plastic's in. Just listen to the radio. I mean, Ace of Base and Madonna are..."

But Pop is far from amused. "Get to the point."

"I'm happy I didn't hit a tree or a guardrail." She aptly notes, with an unconvincing nod, "I mean, it could've been worse..."

Laughing at the teenager's expense, the primary, youthful source of brutal honesty opens his mouth.

Once again, with a rebellious smirk. "Keep digging your grave, in Pop's backyard!"

Betsy glares at James, with another dramatic sigh. "Shut up, loud boy!"

But he refuses to heed to the selfish drama queen. "I could make a headstone, if you want. RIP, Betsy Kelso..."

She dramatically throws her hands in the air, glaring at the raven-haired boy. "I'm not dead!"

"Yet! 'Cause..."

Mufasa mightily roars, once again. "Shut it, all of you!"

"Even me, Pop?" A vaguely meek voice erupts from the wreckage, before turning the tables, as the whole world stares at her. In total shock and awe. "I'm cute."

"You drove with my granddaughter in the car?" He bellows, as his wife desperately tries to soothe him. But to no avail.

"I wanted ice cream." The small redhead emerges from the wreckage, with an ice cream cone in hand. Smothered in rainbow sprinkles. "Jamie wouldn't go with me."

James tires of Leah Forman's pot-stirring antics, but inevitably? His temporary ire is accompanied by a loving smile. "Because she can't drive."

She promptly sticks her tongue out at her best friend, biting back. "You can't drive, either!"

"Betsy's supposed to know, since she has a driver's license..."

"You can all stop burning me, now." Betsy groans, awkwardly adjusting the scrunchie in her hair, as everyone stares at her like she has two heads. "What? At least I haven't set anything on fire!"

In turn, Pop shakes his head, in general disdain. "That's a low bar..."

Meanwhile, Leah is nervously enjoying her ice cream, amidst the wreckage she helped cause. By trusting Betsy Kelso, to sneak her away and get her ice cream.

She hoped to emerge unscathed, of course, but obviously? That didn't work, at all.

"Both of your mothers are going to hear about this," Ani finally chimes in, with a nervous laugh, "And they're not going to be happy..."

"It's not my fault you weren't watching me in the basement," Leah loudly interrupts, rolling her eyes, as the world glares at her, and she barely flinches, "But that was Adrian and Chelsea's job..."

"I told her not to!" James exclaims, glaring at the rambunctious redhead, "Thanks for throwing everyone under the bus..."

"You know," Leah states, with a snarky grin, finishing off her ice cream with a loud chomp and a nervous slurp, "I'd do anything for you, and you'd still do anything for me, right?"

He sighs, obviously enamored. "Right."

#that 70s show #that 90s show #fictober22 #fictober #fictober event #my fics #red and kitty #jackie and hyde #eric and donna #betsy kelso #becca hyde #james hyde #kate forman #leah forman

[ahgasegotarmy116]

unpopular opinion: i don't think that oc will ever be able to be completely rid of jungkook because 1. he is always going to be the father of their daughter and son because she can't undo the fact that he'll always be their father and while she had been majorly forced and coerced by jungkook into having them, it's not her decision to decide whether she wants jungkook to be in their daughter and son's life as a father. plus, jungkook seemed like a decent grandfather spoiling his "granddaughter" with expensive gifts so he might do a 360 and decide to clean his act for his other 2 children and 2. what if her ex-husband wants to have a role in his sister and brother's life? yes, he was fooled by his wife and father but he created a bond with those children, loved and raised them as his own. i don't understand the whole fighting for custody concept because the whole jeon family wasn't bad to her and i do believe that their daughter and son should decide if they want their dad in their life.

i'm already sad for oc's husband and mother-in-law. they did deserve better than the people they had married.

Oh she doesn’t plan to take them out of their lives but she needs to make sure that Jungkook won’t do that to her because with the way that Jungkook is he could very well cut her out of their lives very easily.

She has no intention of taking them away from Jungkook, her ex husband or her ex mother in law when things finally do come to a close.

Fighting for custody doesn’t necessarily mean that she will have sole custody of them and she’s fine with 50/50 but Jungkook could argue against it. She wants to at least have 50/50 so that’s what she’s fighting for.

Jungkook is so obsessed with having his heir and someone to carry on the Jeon family name so there’s absolutely no way she could take them away.

She is fully aware that he’ll forever be a part of her life but in terms of oc actually seeing and spending time with him or anyone in the Jeon household that will be to a minimum.

I’ve answered other asks where it explains that he loses interest with his children when they get to a certain age and he’ll do that with his new son just like he had done with oc’s husband when he was young.

With his daughter he will become overprotective and possessive when she gets older and especially when boyfriends start to come into play so that’s not going to be a good dynamic with his and oc’s children either.

He’ll be a “good dad” when they’re little but again lose interest and become a toxic parent later on leaving their children to ultimately be more attached to her and oc’s ex husband.

Yes they did deserve better and oc deserved better too. At the end of the day I really wish that she would’ve married someone else because then all of this could’ve been avoided 😭

(Unless Jungkook decided to do this with the other girl that his son had married instead duh nuh nuh nuuuuhhh)

Sorry that was dumb but yeah

Don’t worry she’s not that naïve lol

#do it for him #ask #jungkook fanfic

[ssaalexblake]

fma vol 3 official translation read

chapter 9

Okay so they introduce Pinako with a townsperson getting treatment calling her Dr, so maybe Ed was talking about her in the last chapter when he said ‘they’re a surgeon/expert/mechanic’? But then Alex proceeds to call her Ms the rest of the chapter. Could be a translation thing? But It would also be weird if they were talking about her because it’s a lead character intro for Winry. 

This is no way matters. It is irritating me, however. 

Years later and i’m still stuck on the fact that the automail surgery is Incredibly painful, expensive, and you have a long rehab road ahead of you to get used to the prosthetic and probably just the sheer weight of it, and yet the Rockbells have a pet dog with an automail leg. It’s not like I haven’t seen actual real life grafted to the body animal prosthetics before, cuz they do that for animals these days, but they’re lightweight and not metal. Automail is supposed to be Horrifically painful and a long road in terms of rehabbing, and dogs can do Just fine on 3 legs. Except maybe the huge ones, but Den isn’t huge. I feel like cost benefit says just leave the dog with 3 legs for its own comfort because he’d have better ability Without it. 

I know full well the reason for this is 95% likely called ‘arakawa wanted to draw a dog with automail cuz she thought it was cool’ but The Implications are just there anyway. If a disability aid is possibly going to Impact a quality of life instead of aid it then. Like. Why? 

And Winry shoving Ed forgetting he’s wearing a leg he’s not used to and him going flying. Should not have laughed but did. 

Honestly this chapter really is an exposition one to meet the rockbells and find out what their home town is like. Small. Everybody recognises Ed. Would love to have heard the town gossip around their situation with the ‘God stole my limbs/body’ & when they burnt their house down. And when the 12 year old joined the military. Evidently nobody in this town sold them out about what Actually happened (because they’d all have at least known their cover story was a lie if not the true story). 

Love the small faces Alex does when they talk of the war. It’s the details you don’t get if you’re reading the first time. He looks profoundly uncomfortable, and that tracks with what we already know, but then later you learn about his personal experiences. That Pinako comments on the hell of war in their town and then points out the irony that from that war and the prosthetics she makes for the people hurt because of it, she now makes her money and feeds her family by profiting off the war that killed her son and daughter in law.

side note. Always impressed Pinako doesn’t wrench attack Hohenheim when he turns up again in context of all this. She raised her granddaughter because her parents Died. She half raised Ed and Al because their mum died And their dad did a runner (the reasons don’t Matter because she explicitly doesn’t know why he did it!). It could have been a thing where we learnt that winry learnt it from her. 

Aaaaaand where they got Winry to do this in a rush and do all nighters, she left a bolt out of his arm. Yeah, not good. 

#danni reads fma #sometimes it's fun just to pick apart a story (not in a negative way) #just seeing how it ticks like pulling apart a clock

[the-firebird69]

They're getting ready to jump and then send me orders to attack Trump and his clones. And they're pretty good size armies because it's like a consortium of the son and daughter and granddaughter and son grandson that is and in-laws and it's a big group of people it's probably as big as bjA. Now they're going behind Trump and are anhialating him. And bjA is hitting in Mexico, over the money. More people are making fun of him now than ever in history because they're going after him to take his stuff he is just a huge huge thief and it looks like one he's getting his ass handed to do because he won't do anything reasonable for anyone and he is an arrogant swine but right now his army is getting destroyed in Mexico and in the south of America and pretty soon he won't have anything left at all and was expensive because he's yelling and screaming at people trying to do things are really stupid all the time trying to kidnap people and broad daylight with asinine techniques to get his ass he just keeps doing it all over the world is trying and he's getting killed right now it's true pretty soon there won't be that many of them and they're going to end up in China in Avatar fighting Garth... And losing that's who it is. And we're at his stashes and caches again and we're pulling it out. The troop is down and they are on the ground, and are now engaging Jason and his which have become small in that area and the job more than one team. And it's getting ugly and Jason is upset since you're the same thing but okay it will take it from him have you said at least that's happening and it's before they come in and they're going to be in there momentarily probably 20 minutes and Trump's forces are dwindling in about 200 octillion at each township and they're about 50 townships so $10,000 octane it's a real number and they have about $50,000 octillion attacking and there was a line with equipment was about a million octillion and they came up to it was about $10 million octillion and then wiped them out now that line is held by them and Trump is going to send more s*** and get wiped out because they have a lot more than that still. We are firing John rebelord from many companies today and we fired him last night and he made it to about 5 out of six appointments that's why our son got to sleep and each time he comes home or leaves he tries to wake him up and tell him we're going to hit him and we do if he does and it helps that's when we hit it we have to hit him a lot and we know we need to. Several companies were firing him from today

*it's a huge metals company, spend the United States forever and that's right Pittsburgh steel. And we're going to get them out and all his idiots starting now and when he gets there I'm going to fire him in front of everyone if he did it Churchill and banks. We're also going to let people know he got fired for not doing anything productive for himself or others and from any point of view I'm going to say it that way too cuz he should be embarrassed about what he lost he marches around saying now you have to go get it and her son says what makes you think they're not trying and he says oh boy you've got an attitude to them and they don't let on to try to figure it out and you can't cuz that's the one who says are you after that and says no just monitoring it this is great then we're enemies and the guy clocked him right in the back of the head is walking away and took him away and said you can't do that. And Trump was half out saying you mustn't that's what you say said what are you trying to teach people how to be an a******. They got really rough with them it's going to foul mouth and they started cutting body parts off it's pretty ugly. Pittsburgh Steele been around for a long time it's a huge company, it is more employees than McDonald's has in the United States and they're still working I've got huge contracts up and down the Eastern seaboard and we might postpone them because of the upcoming disaster that's true and there's a few things they have to do most of them are just new buildings and pretty much all those companies too and we know where we can build stuff and we're going to relocate it and we're doing some of that now. And we have 10 cents for every time that guy makes the noise that sort of son wants to do just penalize the s*** out of them for everything that's doing

*acceler Mattel we've been taking over and taking all their equipment and we said we took it over but we have not formally taken it and today we're signing it over to us or having them sign it and it's a huge company it's the largest on Earth either every portion of steel work and metal that you could imagine huge projects huge trucks huge tractors tanks and titanium everything and it's going to be ours and we're taking over the whole thing so we don't know what you're going to do for metal steel and you see the core and other iron ore and we're going to have to fight over it guess we're too big not to. And John rewards is the one who led us there and we can take people all of you and he can't is better strange wimps in combat and ours are not and you fall to us all the time. This company is headquartered in India yet it was actually run out of New York City and we're meeting in New York City. The appointment for Pittsburgh Steel at 10:00 a.m. and the next appointment is accelerate metal at 10:30 a.m. in New York City both appointments are in New York City. And yeah we're acquiring football and baseball teams as well and we're going to try and acquire the Steelers and the Jets and associated with steel football is and construction we have that covered. And it's being a little baby which is good you deserves to be and we're going to make him feel and look like one and act like one the whole time

There's several other companies were taking over today Lock stock and barrel and one of them is

*Ford motor company however it is the Eastern division and the Western division and Southern division we took over the Midwest division and everybody thought we took over the whole company because they make most of the cars but there's all sorts of parts suppliers and assembly plants on the outside of the Midwest and they can't make a full car without what comes from the Midwest so they're trying to and they will continue to try apparently and we're taking over the company's meeting that we're meeting and signing them over. And trumpsters don't get it we're physically taking it over and we repel you. And they say they get it they're just going to fight it you say you'll die. Now this makes sense our son says cuz they're going to go out there and look for parts suppliers it is selling the missing parts and that's what they're doing and you're going to distributors out there and they're looking for it and then in the industry Network trying to blend in as they do it and Trump is trying but keep in mind this is after so he's considered to be an ass because it's after that it's signed over and they usually know what time that is and they end up hating him for it

*and this is another thing it's Chevrolet and it's a big company giant Robin is this year and it's because of the takeover believe it or not everybody wants to buy new Chevrolet under his ownership and found out that it's just the Midwest and couldn't get cars out and people evacuated and they checked both cars and find out that there are really nice and they don't like these guys we're not trying to make the car work and that's what they've been doing. It's a huge number of calls coming in wondering if he's helping himself get the verbage right here or hurting other verbiage it's as I'm into it and I want people to know about the vehicle and I don't want this conversation here either. It's important because he's bringing lower cost vehicles the area and people need to get around per hour design. And would the takeover today of Chevy and Ford they will begin to commandeer all the plants and to make them safe change over some hardware mostly computer programs by removing the computers completely and installing hours and yeah we took over chip factory to do this you need a trillions of trillions of chips or factory and we have them and it's going on and it is a lot of work it's a lot of work doing with our son is doing these people constantly trying to mess him up. Once again it's about the vehicles and it really is it's time to stay on track and we understand is that by the end of the month we would have switched over production and he says if we hire more people like we have to we can grab all the cars and take him to our rat company and the rest of them we will make from new car material we're going to go ahead and do that and we don't have any dogs right now that we can take the factories from they're all doing too many numbers and we are going to use that somehow but right now we're beginning to take the factories and we are converting them to our system and he says if we have to stamp and send all the bodies we will from elsewhere and we'd like to do that it's not really efficient it takes a lot of time but we do agree that it's probably necessary or make a huge stamping plant in each area it'll probably do that we did discuss the options but now he's getting into it and he likes the idea of a huge stamping plant and we're going to go ahead with that right now and we'll start building one and we're going to do it right and this is what it's all about and that's Chevy and we're also taking over

*Ford trucks and it's important to note that he wants to make sure it is done right and I'm going ahead with it and we're going to make it work. And we have a lot of business to do with Ford truck because they make semis and it's kind of complicated because the business is very important to people and they don't want to switch over the method they make trucks with dessert and contrary to Trump so often and people like him who just want to make trucks that don't work so we have found them to be resistant to changing the equipment out so much so that they will probably put up a huge fight if we demand to and the changes aren't so huge it's one or two pieces of equipment here and there and it will take a long time if we did it piecemeal so we're trying to figure out what to do and Hera said you come in and you make like you're going to steal a whole bunch of the trucks because they do that and they usually allow it and you come with flatbeds with some stuff on it and you take a bunch of trucks out and then I'll give you a room in about 90% of the plants globally so he says okay and we switch out the material that would switch out the equipment but really the equipment cuz the material you can just send new material and evacuate the rest of it everywhere. We got some resistance but not much and we figured out what we need to do and it works great system and it's her system and it works perfectly so we're awarding her the cross of freedom medal.

These are two huge companies and stand by themselves and there's more companies coming up

Thor Freya

We have a lot to say there are more companies coming up and they'll be happy to post what happened there

Hera

Olympus

[georgiapeach30513]

Back to Work

Summary:  Zephyr meets teacher

Pairings:  Zephyr/Veda/Rosie X Story/Carter

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  mentions of a drug overdose, drinking, mild language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.1K

Zephyr Baizen Masterlist

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

“Good morning,” Zephyr walks into the kitchen, handing Rosie over to his mom, and sits Veda onto a stool, before sitting down beside her.  “Ooh, Gimpa is making pancakes,” with a little giggle, Veda reaches over to her dad, wanting to get in his lap.  

“Rosie Osie, are you hungry?” Story asks her youngest granddaughter who moves her hand up and down over her belly.  “Okay, okay, Gimpa is finishing up.  Z, I was wanting to talk to you about my old dance studio.  You can say no, but I think both girls could benefit from taking dance.”

“Dance?  Or ballet?”

“I wanna be a ballerina!  Gaga got me tutus, but she won’t let me wear her tiara.”

Zephyr smiles at his mom before blowing raspberries on her neck, “That’s because she’s saving that for when her daughters get married.  You’re asking to wear the wrong tiara.  That one has real diamonds on it.”

“Gaga, can I be a ballerina?” Veda’s little legs wiggle around, and Story was just happy that Veda’s mother hadn’t been brought up yet.  

“Of course.  I can always make sure you get to practice, but I was also informed they want to do some renovations, and…I might have volunteered you,” Zephyr sighs knowing there was more to this random conversation than his mom originally made it out to be.  “You can always say no.”

“No, I can’t.  You’ve already volunteered me.  So I’ll go and get it renovated, and you’re going to put me on display hoping that some dancer scoops me up.”

“Hehe, daddy, you’re funny.”

“It sure beats going out every Friday night,” she smiles over her mug towards Zephyr, while Carter plates up the pancakes, giving his wife a cheek kiss.  “I’m just saying, you should…”

“Daddy, when is mommy going to call?” Using her two pointer fingers, Rosie pushes them together, mouthing ouch over and over again.  “Daddy, I’m sorry.  I just…I’m sorry,” he gives his daughter the sweetest kiss on her cheek.

“I’ve got to go.”

“Z,” Carter says calmly, “You’re going to eat breakfast with your daughters.  Then you can go to work,” with a single nod of his head, he sits there quietly, but withdrawn.  “Now, Veda, after breakfast, we’ll get you dressed up, and find you a less expensive tiara, okay?”

“Okay, Gimpa, I’m sorry.”

——

Zephyr stares at his daughters asleep in his bed.  He only had an hour or two before Veda would be up, wandering around the castle looking for him.  It was his only time alone.  There were always people running about, but this time of night, everyone had retired to their bed.  Walking downstairs, he stops when he sees his dad at the bar cart pouring two glasses.  

“Sit.”

“Dad, I really don’t want to talk.”

“Sit,” Carter repeats, holding a glass up to his son, and pointing to the plush couch.  “Your mom is asleep in the bed with Audi and Fauna, and you have a baby monitor in your pocket.  We’ve got time to spare.”

He takes a sip of the straight bourbon, and looks out at nothing.  Clenching his teeth for a moment, “You’re pissed off at Piper because she gets to go on and do whatever she wants without consequence.”

“I’m pissed off at Piper because I came home to my baby crying and hitting her mother who passed out.  She had a rash because she hadn’t been changed all day.  I couldn’t find Veda, and when I did she wasn’t moving.  Rosie was still crying, and Veda never moved.  Dad, I thought my daughter was dead.  I thought Piper was, too, and I didn’t care.  The only thing that mattered was my daughters.  Yeah, I’m fucking pissed off that she doesn’t have the decency to get clean and ask about Veda.  Rosie is traumatized and refuses to speak.  We’ve got her signing because of something her mother did to them.”

“Son, I can’t pretend to understand what you’re going through.  What I do know is you’re a good dad,” Zephyr sniffles, and lifts his cup up, completely downing the expensive bourbon.  “But while you’re worrying about your girls, can we not still worry about our son?”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.  You’re working late hours.  If Veda brings up Piper, you are ready to run away.  You go out every Friday and Saturday night, and…”

“I’m just drinking.  I’m not having sex with anyone.  Ask Illiana and Iclynn.  They always come and pick my drunk ass up.  I just need space.  That’s it.  I need time for me to be alone.  But drinking alone is sad, so I go to a bar.  I sit there, I sometimes talk, sometimes I just drink my beer.  Is it so bad that I want time for myself?  I work, I come home, I’m a dad, I’m a big brother, I spend time with my daughters, I get them ready for bed, I lay in the bed and talk to them, and I get mad that Rosie is two and doesn’t even say daddy.  I need,” Carter stands up, and sits down beside his son, wrapping his arms around him.

“I know what mom is doing, but…I can’t date.  My daughters need me.”

“She’s not asking you to date.  She’s wanting you to get out and do something for yourself.  Your mom only wants to see her babies happy.”

“I’m not.  Dad, I screwed up.  I knew what Piper was doing, and I still wanted another baby.  Do you think…what if it’s more than what happened with Rosie, what if…Piper wasn’t good.  She wasn’t clean.  I even tested Rosie, because I didn’t think she was mine, and…dad, I’m just as guilty.  I should have taken Veda and came home.”

Pulling out of his embrace, he holds Zephyr’s face in both of his hands, wishing he was his always dirty little boy again, “We wouldn’t have Rosie.  She’s making sounds out of her mouth.  She’s happy, and she’s perfect.  You should have seen her today with your mom.  Dance will be good for both of them.  Rosie liked her tutu, and didn't even wanna take it off.  Zeph, everyday is a new day.  Quit dwelling on that ugly past.”

“Veda has anxiety.  She’s five.”

“Yeah, well, that could be a Baizen thing.  I had anxiety at that age, too,” a crackle in the monitor makes Zephyr pull it out of his pocket, and then he hears the whisper of Veda.

“I’m counting to ten, daddy.  I need you to keep me warm.”

“Go to sleep, Z.  Remember, we’re only here to help everyone.”

He runs upstairs before Veda starts wandering through the house.  Story steps out of the bedroom, and walks over to sit beside her husband.  Her hand rubs over his chest, while she leans on his shoulder, “I knew there was a reason I fell in love with you when I first met you.”

“My Queen, there’s no way in the world you remember the first time you met me.”

“I do.  I remember looking at those pretty eyes, Baizen.  You needed me, and I needed you.  Our adult children’s problems are so much worse than our babies.”

“You can’t compare our sons to our daughters.  Otto is thirty.”

“And won’t leave the Hampton house.”

“Shh, just hold me for a minute.  I don’t want to talk about our two sons that never come home.  At least Otto calls.  Brookie…Carter I just got a bad feeling about all that.  He’s up there alone since Annie broke up with him, and…” Carter shushes his wife, and pulls her in closer.  There was nothing they could do about the breakup, or Otto’s resistance to home.  The only thing he could do was hold her right now, and that’s what he wanted to do for the rest of the night.

“Come on, I know two little princesses that are going to be rolled all around that bed.”

——

You pace back and forth in the studio, wondering if it was going to be a good idea to have the little class when the practice room is getting some upgrades.  An alum of the studio had volunteered her son to renovate the space, all for lessons for his daughters.  The Baizen’s.  You had heard about them throughout most of your life.  Boston royalty with enough kids to make a baseball team.  

With a clearing of your mother’s throat, you look towards the door to what you assumed was the grandmother, and two of the cutest little girls, “I’m Story,” she holds her hand out to you, while the toddler in her arms had her fingers crossed, and touches each side of her nose, “And this is Rosie.  She’s non-verbal, but she’s really good at signing, aren’t you, baby?” With a sweet dimpled smile, she nods her head.

“And this is Veda,” the little girl didn’t want to come from behind her grandmother’s leg, but she peeks out from behind it.  “She’s only a little shy.”

“My daddy is going to be here the whole time?”

Looking up at the grandmother, you squat down to the little girl’s level, “Is your daddy the one that’s working on the studio?” She gives you a little nod, using her pointer finger to rub over her nose, “I bet if you listen, you can hear him working.  You see this mirror?  On the other side is another room, your daddy is over there.”

“So if I want him, I can go get him.”

“I hope you have so much fun you won’t even think about him,” she gives you a scowl, and looks up at her grandmother.  “But sure, if you really get to missing him, we can go get him.  But since you and Rosie are here in your leotards, why don’t we go to the barre and warmup.  It’s just us during this class, okay?”

Looking up at Story, Veda drops her hand, and Story puts Rosie down on the ground, and they follow you over to the barre.  You mother and her walk out, and you spend your time teaching them positions.  Getting Veda completely distracted until she hears the hammering.  “Can we go check, just real quick?  I wanna make sure that’s my daddy.”

“We can take a three minute break to check,” Rosie looks up at you with her pouting blue eyes, making grabby hands at you, until you pick her up.  Heading towards the door, Veda grabs your hand in her own, and follows you in the room.  “Remember, it won’t be safe for us to walk in, so we have to stay at the door.

“Okay,” she was an adorable little girl.  Her demeanor had changed when she realized she was going to see her daddy.  Bouncing in her step, and when she spots him, she squeals, “Daddy!  I just had to check and see if it was really you.”

You gulp as the man walks closer to you.  He was huge, tall, and handsome, and had a dangerous smile.  “Hello, my darlings. Have you been doing the toe pointing like Gaga?”

“And the hands.  Daddy, this is teacher.”

“I’m sure it is,” you try to look away, but he had those piercing blue eyes just like the little girls.  He had no right to look this handsome, and you felt guilty for clinging to his daughters, while you were checking him out.  “Daddy has a lot of work to do, so go back with teacher.  When I’m done we’ll go home, okay?”

“Can we get Biscoffs?”

“Yes.  Now, behave Veda.  Muah,” he gives Rosie a kiss, before leaning down to give one to Veda.  He smelled too good.  Way too good, and too expensive.  He had two kids.  He had baggage.  You had no business looking at him.  Or even worrying about who he was.  You were too young for a baby, much less two children, and yet, you wanted to know all about this man.  “Teacher, they’re all yours now.”

“Right,” he smiles at you, and even he had a dimple.  You needed to get back into the room.  “Okay, ladies.  Let’s go back, and do some dancing.”

“Thank you, teacher!” He calls to you as you walk away.  Don’t look at him.  Don't mention that he wasn’t wearing a ring.  Don’t do anything but get back into the studio.  You couldn’t look at him anymore.  But when you looked at his little girls, you saw his exact eyes staring back at you.  Someone in this family really spread the love with their genes.  Shaking your head, you get back into first position.  There was nothing some ballet couldn’t take your mind off the tall thick man.  

“Alright, ladies, back to work,” both girls giggle at you as they try to copy your movements.  It was sad that you had to tell yourself the exact same things.  Back to work.  Put the man out of your mind.  Back to work.

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#desperate lives #desperate lives au #da au #dau #desperate verse #zephyr baizen #rosie baizen #veda baizen

[sabineelectricheart]

A Father’s Worst Nightmare [Pt. 2]

Summary: The time has finally come for Byleth and Sylvain to tie the knot, and Jeralt has some feelings about it, and also about Isolde.

Rating: K - Intended for general audience 5 years and older. Content should be free of any coarse language, violence, and adult themes.

Words: 1500

Notes: This. Is. So. CUTE! For once, also without delays. Enjoy!

Jeralt had been working overtime to pay for the wedding. He is aware and he counts his blessings every night, they had a very comfortable life standard, especially considering the province where they lived. Nevertheless, he insisted to be the one to pay for this circus and, he came to find the hard way, the margravial family is in a whole other level.

Truth be told, though, he would much rather be working than going from dress shop to dress shop and talking chocolate praline versus raspberry filled lemon cake and trying to help decide which dinner to serve and what refreshments would be best at the reception.

That Saturday, however, he could no longer avoid all the wedding preparation. The bridesmaid dresses, the wedding gown, the cake, and even the flowers had all been chosen. The only thing left on the list was the tuxedos for the groom and the rest of the bride’s family, and the father of the bride, unfortunately, could not get out of it.

They were meeting at the men's store that afternoon. Sitri was driving over with her brother and their niece, and Jeralt was supposed to go with Sylvain and Byleth, as he did not know where the shop was, and no-one seemed to trust him alone with the GPS in Gautier.

He knocked on the door, glancing at his watch. He was a little early, but he wanted to get this all over with. Like ripping out a bandage, if he tried to be quick and easy, not resisting it too much, perhaps it goes down almost painfully.

The door swung open to let him in, but before he could say a word, Byleth was already walking back into the house, calling over her shoulder, "I need just another minute, yes?"

He nodded, tersely.

"Sorry I'm early." He said, stepping into the house and closing the door. “I didn’t know how long it would take to walk over from the hotel.”

Contrary to his wife’s expectations, Byleth did take off far and away when she went to college. First, at Garreg Mach, and later settling in Béthune, the prefecture in Gautier, likely following her fiancé up and down the country.

The margravial family insisted to have the wedding in their home turf, instead of by the Lake Teutates, as his daughter actually wanted. Before the blood ran over to his head and Jeralt could pummel the margrave, his son-in-law offered for him and Sitri to stay at a hotel on his expense, so that the woman could also help out and make sure that a suitable compromise could be reached between the noble demands and whatever Byleth’s little heart desires.

It is, indeed, a very nice hotel.

"Do not worry about it!" Byleth, already out of sight, shouted from the stairs. "I'm just running behind. We’ll be right off!"

He nodded despite the fact that she could not see him and rocked a little on his heels. His eyes had wandered to the array of photos hung on every inch of the hallway walls when he heard the giggling.

He smiled.

Well, if he had to spend the day trying on tuxes, at least he could start the morning off with his perfect little girl. He walked into the kitchen, frowning for a moment. He did not see anyone.

"Hi, Grandpa!" A childish voice was heard suddenly.

Jeralt's eyes shot to the kitchen table, and to his son-in-law and granddaughter sitting under it. Isolde was dressed up in a tutu, her hair in tiny braids, a feathery sash around her neck and trailing on the ground behind her, and a great deal of Byleth's old make-up scattered all around her button-like face.

"Look, Grandpa!" She said, tugging on her dad's hand to pull him out from under the table. "I'm giving Daddy a makeover!"

Sure enough, Sylvain had bright blue eye shadow spread all around his eyes, two thick streaks of blush on his cheeks, and shining sparkling lip gloss on his mouth. His hair was even done up in three uneven ponytails.

"Honey." Jeralt said, stifling laughter from seeing that boy’s face smeared with make-up. "You've got a natural talent."

Isolde beamed, leaning on her father, and tugging a little on his hair, as if to make it just right.

"The blue really makes his eyes pop, does not it?" Byleth asked, coming downstairs and crossing through the room. "Isolde, if you're going to wear that out, at least put your shoes on."

She disappeared into the living room, and the child, bouncy and energetic, raced after her. Jeralt knew his daughter was hassled right now, what with her new job (in teaching, of course), her burgeoning second pregnancy, and how very involved she was in this wedding.

He secretly loved how much time and dedication that his daughter spent planning the wedding. He loved that she is so invested in it, since he always thought she would never care for such things, and he loved that he could provide her with this, but he hated how over-worked she seemed.

Sylvain stood, stretching a little, and Jeralt handed him a paper towel.

"Thanks." Sylvain replied, rubbing at his make-up.

"Daddy!" Isolde shouted, aghast, having returned with her shoes clutched in her chubby hands. "You're messing it up!"

"You can fix it for me later, baby." Sylvain told her. "And I'll leave the ponytails in, okay?"

Jeralt swallowed a laugh at what Sylvain would look like in a tux shop with his hair looking like that.

"I guess that's fine." Isolde conceded.

"Why do not you go finish getting ready and I'll help her with her shoes?" Jeralt suggested, squatting down to pull Isolde to him.

Sylvain nodded his thanks and disappeared out of the kitchen.

The dotting grandfather smiled at the girl. "Let's get those shoes on."

She let him shove her little stocking-covered feet into the light up shoes, only kicking playfully once, but when he started to tie them, she stopped him.

"No, no, no! I can do it! Look." With her tongue held between her teeth, concentration etched into her face, she slowly looped her laces and tied her left shoe and then her right. "Look!"

"Wow," he said. "Those are the best tied shoes I've ever seen!"

She smiled widely, her amber eyes dancing. He knew she had only started learning a little over a week ago with the hole-punched box that her father had made and laced for her to practice on, and he wanted to puff his chest out proudly over how fast she had learned.

When Byleth had first told him she was pregnant with Isolde, it had not been the best conversation, probably because it was rather one-sided. He had come home from work, dropping his jacket on the couch and loosening his tie as he pressed the answering machine for messages.

"Hey Dad, it's me." Byleth greeted over the machine. "I'm calling you to remind you that Dedue’s and Mercedes' restaurant is having their soft opening at Arianrhod tomorrow evening and you're expected to come. Wear something nice! Oh, and I'm pregnant. I'll see you tomorrow!"

She had been living with Sylvain in Béthune for well over a year, she was a college graduate and had a pretty good job at the public school. Still, the pair of them were not married, and he was well aware procreation had not been on her list of things to do in the near future.

For a few days, he had decided Sylvain Gautier was a man marked for dead, and would probably follow through with it, if Sitri would let him drive for those first few weeks. It had all worked out in the end, though, and Jeralt could no longer see the walls of his office anymore, covered as they are with pictures of Isolde.

Byleth reappeared in the kitchen, buttoning up her heavy coat before holding one out to the little redhead girl.

"But I don’t want to wear a coat!" Isolde immediately protested, crossing her arms disagreeably over her chest and looking amusingly like his daughter at her age.

"It's cold outside, Isolde." Byleth replied. “You’ll catch a cold and won’t be able to be flower girl anymore.”

“No!” The youngest was emphatic on her response and took the coat from her mother’s hand.

Jeralt smiled as he watched their conversation. When Byleth had finally won over the little girl and they were all headed to Sylvain's car, Isolde, ever the little speed-demon, running ahead of them, the woman wrapped an arm around her dad's shoulders.

"Excited to find that perfect tux?" She asked him, teasing.

"Oh, I am." He assured. "Are you? Because I do not know if you'll able to handle your old man in a tux. It's Eisner, Jeralt Eisner."

She rolled her eyes.

"Use that line on mom." Byleth told him. "She might just finally ask for that divorce."

Jeralt only pressed a kiss into her hair.

*_*_*_*_*

A Father’s Worst Nightmare Masterlist

Fire Emblem Masterlist

Three Houses Masterlist

#fire emblem #Sylvain Gautier #jeralt eisner

[authornina]

I don’t have a title for this one. It’s simply a mess...

***THIS HAS NOT BEEN THROUGH A TYPICAL EDITING PROCESS; ALL SHORTS ARE ROUGH DRAFTS***

Sav and Dem were on their way to pick Savannah up from Anne. Chi was still in bed sleep when he left. They partied until four in the morning and didn’t stop once they got home. It was almost three in the afternoon now. Sav was the happiest he’d ever been, and Chi seemed like it too. At the beginning of their marriage, he didn’t think they would make it. There was a lot of arguing and past mistakes being thrown towards each other. They went to therapy for a short while and it helped a lot. Mostly Chi, because Sav had done things to her that he knew fucked her up emotionally and some mentally. Her forgiveness was vital for their relationship to succeed. Dr. Pie continually told Sav he needed to stop dismissing his wife’s feelings and own up to all of his mistakes.

Over time her advice proved true. Sav realized when he held himself accountable then apologized, Chi would almost immediately become more submissive. That was a big problem in their relationship too. She didn’t want to let him lead the household and responded to him aggressively all the time. However, after talking to Lake, his brother gave him so great insight as well. Do you ever see Avery talking to me like she a nigga? She’s submissive because I give her the space to be a woman, without making her feel less than in her moments. Chi get extra masculine when you not doing what she need or talkin’ down to her. They nigga mentality kick in and it’s versus you instead of y’all verse the problem. Stop trying to put her beneath you. That ain’t no bitch you fuckin’, it’s your wife. 

Lake and Avery set the tone for what Sav thought husband and wife should be because they were just so in sync with one another. They did their own thing, in their own little world. In the first half of marriage, every time him and Chi did something the other didn’t like, they compared. Sav wanted what his big brother had, and Chi wanted what she saw Avery fall in love with over and over again. Avery and Lake told them both to find their own couple style and stop jacking their shit. 

“Remind me to go get Poppy some more of them surprise egg jawns.” 

“Them things ain’t nothing but expensive easter eggs filled with dollar store shit, bro.” 

“I know but my princess love them. She be so surprised when she opening them, happy about all the bullshit inside.” 

“How Melody?” 

“She ard,” Dem shrugged. “Nicole back on her bullshit…but I’m movin’ on it different this time. Something in my spirit just not sittin’ right no more.” 

“For real?” 

“Mhm, I need to see what I’m missin’. I can’t be everywhere no more. Got all these fuckin’ kids.”

“I ain’t wanna say nothing but you is wylin bro,” Sav laughed. “You a good dad though, Dem. Can’t nobody take that from you, Ion care what your past look like.” 

“Seem like everybody else do,” Dem mumbled but Sav heard him clearly. 

“Who? Fuck them! Ain’t nobody perfect out this bitch. I still don’t believe what that hoe sayin’. A muhfucka gon’ have to come with video evidence on you to convince me and even then, I be like ehhh, that ain’t my brother.” 

“Sound like Lake when he clearly seen Wreck on tape and told the cops, nah, that ain’t my brother. I don’t know who that crazy nigga is.” Dem couldn’t even get it all out fully before cracking up right along with Sav.

“That’s how you stand with your family. Fuck what anybody else say and I’ma keep it a bean with you, even if it was what it was…” Sav shrugged. Nobody should’ve expected anything else when it came to Dem. 

For the past year, Sav and Dem did their best to focus on what they had going on individually instead of turning back to the world they liked to live in with just the two of them. It had to change for the sake of Dem’s mental health and who Sav needed to be as his own man. They leaned on each other way too much. Lake was proud of them for doing their best at putting other things than each other first. Sav however still didn’t give anyone else room to say shit on Dem and he didn’t want to hear anything either. He and Chi had it out one good time, he even let her express some foul shit she felt about his brother then they put Dem as an issue in their relationship to rest. 

“Why Wreck car here?” Dem pointed to their brother parked in the driveway with no shame. 

“This nigga been shackin’ up with Anne, bro. I ain’t say shit cause he tryna be quiet about it. Ion know what this nigga got goin’ on with her ass.” 

“Bro, he really into it with this old ass lady?” Dem laughed, getting out the car.

“He was here the last few times I came, like real lovey dovey.” 

“Lovey dovey?” Dem scrunched his face up. “Nah, not my brother.”

“See for yourself.” Sav used his key unlock the door and Savannah was in her walker moving a mile a minute. That gave him hope she’d eventually walk on her own. “Look at my Banana! Go momma, go!” 

Savannah smiled big crashing into them, reversing into the dining room, going around the table and then back to her daddy and uncle at high speed.

“I keep tellin’ you, y’all be worried for nothing,” Dem said, picking his niece up, kissing her chubby cheeks making her blush. “Just gotta be patient, she perfect, bro.”

“Mm…it’s just you,” Anne said, coming out of the kitchen with a robe on looking freshly fucked. “Hey Dem baby, how are you?” 

“I’m good, wassup?” 

“Nothing, making your crazy brother some lunch,” Anne responded sounding like a proud girlfriend. Sav turned to Dem with the I told you so face.

“She thick as fuck though,” Dem took another glance when she walked back to the kitchen. “For a hoe her age, you gotta give her points for the body alone. Damn!” 

Sav went up the steps flagging Dem to follow him. They held in their laughter, creeping towards Anne’s bedroom. Savannah was right along with them not knowing what the heck going on. Sav opened the door to find Wreck sleep, stretched out like he lived there. He had an empty breakfast tray next to him and everything. 

“Bro…” Dem whispered. “This nigga not serious. Here, hold Banny.” He gave his niece to Sav then hopped on top of their brother. Sav was hyperventilating. 

“What the fuck!” Wreck started whooping his ass. He didn’t know what was going on, his first reflex was to fight. Dem was windmilling to get free. His brother was strong as shit.

“So you wasn’t you gon’ help me?” Dem finally got away, staring at Sav’s dumbass holding onto the wall with Savannah on his side silently dying. 

“I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe yo,” Sav had tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. “Bro, why the fuck you jump on him? He fucked you up.”  

“Y’all niggas play too much!” Wreck said, getting up in the nude. “What the fuck if I woulda shot your stupid ass?!” 

“Aye nigga!” “Sav covered Savannah eyes. “You don’t see my baby?” 

“Oh shit, my fault Banny.” Wreck put the cover over him. “Go take her to her room.” 

“Look at you sounding like her uncle step grandpop,” Sav said loud as hell and Dem hollered. “Wreck what the fuck is you doin’ my nigga? Why are you up in here like you pay the bills?” 

“I’m mindin’ my fuckin’ business that’s what I’m doin’.” 

“He’s pays for more than my bills. Why are y’all in my bedroom?” Anne appeared at the door with her arms crossed.

“Because our brother in here. What you doin’ to him? Ain’t no way that pussy…Daddy sorry baby,” Sav kissed his Banana’s forehead. “It ain’t still juicy like it was in seventies to have him like this. She puttin’ period blood in your food, bro.” 

“Sav, what?” Dem ain’t never heard nothing like that before.

“Yea, I know all the bitch tricks. You had spaghetti in the last few months Wreck? That’s usually how they disguise it.”

“Nigga you trippin’,” Wreck laughed. “For real, get the fuck out.” 

“So this your house now too? You gon’ let him put me and your granddaughter out Anne?” Sav would not stop and Dem was cracking up.

“Why don’t you just tell them?” Anne directed towards Wreck. “It’s not like it can be hidden forever.” 

“Tell us what?” Dem asked, looking between his brother and Anne.

“I’m pregnant.”  

“See…” Sav pointed at Dem then Wreck. “See! What the fuck I say?! I been tellin’ you!” 

“Nigga, you ain’t tellin’ me shit! Both y’all get the fuck out!” 

“Come on, Sav,” Dem pulled him out the room. He could tell their brother wasn’t happy about that news at all and Sav would’ve kept on going. 

They both sat downstairs dumbfounded. Wreck didn’t move like this or hadn’t in a very long time, so it was surprising. 

“You think Lake know?” Dem turned to Sav. 

“I got a better question, why would Wreck get her old ass pregnant?”

“The fuck do we really care for though? I can’t say shit in the matter, I’m fucked up too. If he like it, I love it.” 

Anne and Wreck’s arguing could be heard clear as day. She was yelling at him about always trying to hide their relationship while Wreck kept saying it wasn’t one. 

“But you always the fuck up in my house when it’s convenient for you!” 

“I ain’t gotta be in this shit! Who be callin’ who?”

“You are not going to stress this baby out of me! I know that’s what you want!” 

“That’s some fucked up some shit to say!” 

“Banana,” Sav turned his daughter around facing him. “They always be arguing like this when you here?” he asked her, and Savannah just stared at her dad. 

“Now y’all got this bitch started,” Wreck said coming down the steps. “You think I wanna hear this shit?”  

“Well you gonna hear it!” Anne shouted from upstairs. “Call me a bitch again!” 

“Bitch!” Wreck tried his luck. Dem and Sav were inconsolable. “See, I’m that type of nigga, you sure you wanna have a baby with me?” 

“I don’t need you for shit! Thank you for my miracle baby, you can go! If you think I’ma put up with the bullshit at my big age you are sadly mistaken!” 

“Yea, ard, say that now then be sending me thousands of texts and crying on my voicemail like you always do.” 

They continued going back and forth which told Dem and Sav one thing. No man stayed, continuing to argue with a woman they were only fucking. This obviously wasn’t the first time either. 

“But you come running, don’t you? Please stop acting like this is one way!” 

“Anne, get the fuck out my face with this stupid shit.” 

“Come upstairs, Wreck, you showing off in front of your lil brothers like this shit cute! I’m not no young bitch you gon’ do anything with!” 

“What? Ain’t nobody gotta put on for them but you! You gon’ use this muhfuckin baby to make you think you more than what you are to me.” 

“What am I then?” 

“My lil mature ass freak.” 

“Fuck you, Wreck! Disrespecting me like this while my grandbaby is here!” Anne’s voice cracked a little. “Get the fuck out my house!” 

Sav and Dem waited for what they knew was coming. Wreck looked at them then blew his breath going back upstairs.

“I knew it, I knew it.” Sav shook his head getting up. “Let’s go nigga.” 

By the time Sav strapped Savannah in the car and prepared to leave, Wreck was coming out the house followed by Anne who stopped at the door. She said something to him, and he had the ard, shut the fuck up now look. When they watched him kiss her, they knew their brother was about to have a baby with his niece’s grandmother.

#on us #authornina #nina

[themangolorian]

skillet bread and mangoes

For @kanejweek Day 5: Love (atypical affection, domesticity)

Pairing: Kaz x Inej

Warnings: only sickly sweet domesticity here

Someday you’ll meet a boy who will learn your favorite flower, your favorite song, your favorite sweet. Padjen recalled the morning she had overheard her beloved husband telling their young daughter those words.

Her eyes wandered the countertops of the Van Eck mansion’s kitchen. Golden mangoes overflowed from a wicker basket, ripe enough that the kitchen smelled sweetly of the rare tropical fruit that had been a favorite of Inej’s in childhood.

...even if he is too poor to give you any of them, her husband had continued. There was no shortage of expensive scarce goods here; Kaz Brekker had made sure of that, though Inej would not tell Padjen exactly how. But Padjen was no fool - she knew it meant no less that Inej’s favorites were easily in Brekker’s reach thanks to his great wealth. She knew he would have acquired the mangoes no matter the amount of gold in his pocket.

Padjen turned her attention back to the dough at her fingertips. She folded the bread under and over itself, under and over, as she had a million times before, eyeing the dill just to the side of her pan. It would go in on the last fold. 

A familiar tap and step sounded from the hallway. Sure enough the door creaked open to reveal Kaz Brekker, the boy who had mysteriously paid their passage all that time ago.

He has brought her knives and death, not flowers and songs, Padjen recalled fretting at her husband only days after meeting Kaz Brekker.

Only one woman loves knives with the names of Saints, her beloved husband had responded sagely. Padjen had put her fingers to her lips, then her chest, in the holy gesture of her Saints.

"You're back," Padjen said now, clearly pleased.

Kaz Brekker nearly never smiled, but Padjen had always been intuitive at sensing the moods of others, and this one wasn't too far from happiness - dare she say, maybe even joy.

A split second later, it was clear why. A bullet of a child zoomed through the doorway just narrowly missing running right into her father's legs. The little one, Padjen's pride and joy, had been a gift bestowed upon them by the Saints, and Padjen had been thanking said Saints every day since.

"Matka!" The Suli word for grandmother in the tiny child's high-pitched voice always made Pajden's heart melt.

"My little love," Padjen exclaimed, scooping the small girl up.

"How's it coming along?" The voice of Kaz Brekker was something akin to listening to one stone pave way against another.

"Your nose will tell you better than words ever could." Padjen beamed at him.

Kaz eyed her bemusedly. Now I see where Inej gets it from, he'd told her once with more warmth than she'd ever heard him express before at that time. When she'd asked, he explained Inej's partiality to proverbs. You mean wisdom, Padjen had corrected him, smiling. But he'd never been mocking of their ways, only observant.

"Did you find the rosemary then?" Padjen eyed Kaz Brekker's hands, which were empty but for his cane.

"No, but-"

"...she likes it better with dill." Padjen said along with Brekker. 

And it was true. When Padjen had first been reunited with her daughter and the enormous wealth that came with that, Padjen had made skillet bread with rosemary, but Inej had scrunched up her nose, lamenting the lack of dill.

Only one woman loves dill skillet bread, Padjen could imagine her husband commenting.

"Can I ha'?" Padjen's beauty of a granddaughter pointed her chubby fingers at a tray of pastries Padjen had toiled away all morning making. Not that she hadn't had any help. Kaz Brekker himself had joined her to make and shape the dough. 

They were to celebrate the day of Inej's birth this night around an open fire.

"You may have anything your little heart desires." Padjen leaned forward to tickle her grandaughter's little belly to the sound of shrieks and giggles.

"You spoil her too much," Kaz complained, brushing his hair back, but there was no mistaking the ghost of a smile as he watched his daughter eat.

Padjen clucked her tongue at Kaz in vexation. "And what do you call buying her her own gondol equipped with its very own grisha security spells, jamatr?" The Suli word for son-in-law.

Kaz raised a careful eyebrow. "Cautious." But there was a pleased air to the gesture. He'd never admit it, but he enjoyed the title.

The little girl in Padjen's arms began to squirm excitedly, her face now coated in sugar and jam. "Guess what Papa said he's going to get me next, Makta!" The little squirmed her way successfully out of her grandmother's arms and was flying back towards her father. She landed with a whump against him, bouncing excitedly up and down as she gazed up at him adoringly.

"Now-" He began, looking conspiratorially down at his daughter.

“I spoil her,” Padjen huffed under her breath sarcastically. "Let me guess," she harrumphed, turning her back on them to attend to the skillet bread dough. "A pony? A ballet troupe? An island?"

Padjen heard the door to the kitchen re-open.

"Papa promised to get me my own knives!" The little one announced proudly to Padjen's absolute and utter horror. She turned swiftly, but Brekker had already retreated up the hallway.

“Kaz Brekker!” Padjen called after him helplessly. He’d known she wouldn’t leave the skillet bread dough unattended. It had been his idea to make it, but Padjen, whatever she wanted to say, loved to spoil her daughter as much as Kaz Brekker did.

***

"What was all that about?" Inej had just been about to go see what all the ruckus in the kitchen had been about when Kaz had suddenly appeared in the doorway.

"Your mother isn't very happy about the knives." He said almost carelessly as he shrugged out of his coat.

"My knives?"

"The little knives." Kaz nodded discreetly at the case stored in secret across the way.

"What about them?" Inej demanded, affronted.

"I don't think she wants her to have them."

Kaz shucked off his gloves where they joined his coat in a heap on the chaise. He leaned down and kissed Inej deeply.

"Of course my daughter is going to have knives." Inej said, offended, as soon as their lips parted.

“She’s your mother,” Kaz shrugged, but his lips tugged at the corners as he parted to go greet Jesper and Wylan.

Inej blanched. “She likes you better.” She called after him, but he only laughed dismissively. 

Later, sitting around the fire in the garden, surrounded by her family and closest friends - really, all family - Inej found herself full and satisfied.

“This is the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth,” Nina was cooing, cradling the remains of a golden mango and ignoring Matthias’ glare.

Inej giggled and had to silently agree. She was about to get up to get another serving when a shadow fell over her. She looked up and her lips broke into a grin. Kaz was balancing their child on one hip and a tray of mango slices in his other hand, accompanied by salt, chili and lemon, just as she liked.

“Mmm,” Inej said as way of thanks, taking the tray.

Kaz dropped to the stool next to hers, swinging their child around to his lap.

“Mama, you’ve already had four,” the little girl trilled, holding up three chubby little fingers.

Inej captured the tiny hand and brought it to her lips. “And I shall have more,” she pretend to gobble down the tiny little hand to the joyous shrieking, giggling and running away that usually accompanied such an attack. The little girl sprinted to her grandmother to seek refuge, laughing all the way.

“You’re lucky you claimed Brekker first,” Nina was lamenting, jealously eyeing Inej’s tray.

Kaz scoffed at her side, but Inej took up one mango slice and leaned over across the way. “Here.” She said, feeding it to her friend. Nina’s face was rapturous.

“You were right, it’s so much better with lemon.” Then Nina was trouncing across the yard, Matthias at her heels, to get her own tray of similarly decorated mango.

Inej grinned, placing another slice of mango between her lips. The sticky juice, cool and sweet, ran down her chin. Her eyes met Kaz’s. Then, one long, pale finger came to her jaw, hesitated and then swiped gently at the juice.

Inej stared at his face, soft as it was for all its hard edges, and was lost for a moment.

“Thank you.” She murmured, wanting to kiss him deeply, wanting more, and knowing it wasn’t the time. She was thankful for more than the gesture, for more than the fruit, and it was enough that he knew that.

“For what?” His lips twitched and she elbowed him lightly before plucking up another mango slice.

Inej had mentioned it in passing, years ago. Her favorite fruit. It had still been a delicacy then, something she hadn’t had but had craved since childhood.

She had blinked long and slow when the first shipment of golden mangoes had arrived at their doorstep not long after. He pretended not to have known what she’d been so excited about. But when she’d served herself a mango, cut into slices and smothered in lemon, salt and chili, he had thereafter ensured no shortage of all four items in their pantry.

“What?” Kaz asked, uncertainty painting his voice as he watched her watched him with what could be nothing less than longing and love.

That boy would bring you the sun if he thought it would make you happy, her mother had once told her after Kaz had gifted her a particularly expensive new knife.

That’s impossible, Mama, Inej had replied, laughing.

Exactly, her mother had said, something all knowing in her eyes.

“I have a gift for you,” Inej said suddenly.

Kaz’s left eyebrow tilted dangerously. “On the day of your birth celebration?”

Inej nodded and absently placed the tray down on the floor at her side, her craving for mango forgotten. She turned slightly to take hold of a package she’d hidden under the fabric of her stool.

Kaz’s face was cautious, careful and curious all at once. “What is it?” He asked as she placed it in the open palms of his hands. The package was light as a feather.

“Open it,” Inej barely breathed at him.

With the quick help of his deft graceful hands, Kaz plied the box open- and froze.

His eyes slowly found Inej’s again.

Inside the box was the tiniest hat, an exact replica of the one Kaz wore every day. An exact replica of the one he’d asked Inej to buy him all those years ago.

His eyes darted to her flat stomach where her hand had rested absently. “Are you sure?” He asked, fighting a smile, but it was a losing battle as Inej said-

“Yes, my darling Kaz, treasure of my heart.” Inej had meant to mock those words he’d spoken to her all those years ago, but her heart felt too full of love, she could almost not speak.

Kaz barked a surprising laugh, and all heads around the fire turned to look at them. It was a pity, as Inej wanted nothing more than to lean forward in that instant and kiss him silly. But Kaz had never been one for public displays of-

The thought was chased from Inej’s head in an instant when Kaz brought his lips crashing down on hers.

“Oi, save some sugar for the rest of us!” She heard Jesper crow at them distantly.

***anyway, food is my love language, and i adore mangoes, and my headcanon is that inej would too, so kaz would stop at nothing to get them for her. and also all the crows’ palates became more refined once inej’s mom showed up. they only eat the very best now 🥺 and she was horrified that all they were subsisting on before was waffles and hutspot***

#help #domestic kanej has taken me prisoner and wont let me go #not that i want it to #kanej week 2021 #kanej week #kanejweek #kanej #kaz x inej #inej x kaz #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #kanej fanfiction #my stories #domestic kanej #six of crows fanfiction #six of crows #crooked kingdom

[detective-giggles]

(Grand)mother Knows Best

So this fic is going to be a double prompt fill. I started this LAST YEAR for my entry for the Barisi Professions bingo! This is my “Sonny-as-a-nurse” AU.  Now for Flufftober, I have FINALLY finished it and I’m using it for Day 7: Meddling Friends (I mean, technically she’s family but...) Also, please note: No grandmothers were harmed in the making of this fic. Thanks to @moderateshouting for giving me this idea (forever ago). And, thank you to @sarahcakes613 for the beta!

WC:1,461

***

Sonny sighed as he poked at his food. A big pan of homemade lasagna always sounded great in theory, but by the third day, the novelty was gone and he was checking his watch to see if he still had time to run to the bodega on the corner. He had almost decided on Funyuns and a Mountain Dew-the dinner of champions-when someone tapped him on the arm. 

“May I join you?”

“Huh? Oh, of course, Mrs. Diaz.” He shifted and prepared to stand, “do you need help?”

“No,” she waived him off and took a seat at the picnic table across from him, “I’m not as helpless as my grandson thinks.”

Sonny smiled kindly, “I’m sure he doesn’t think that, Mrs. Diaz.”

“I would have been just fine in my apartment,” she insisted.

“And how many flights of stairs was that?” Sonny asked.

She huffed and rolled her eyes. “You sound just like him, you know?” Sonny chuckled as he rummaged through his lunch bag. Residents were always telling him he reminded them of their sons or grandsons. It was a compliment.  He hoped. “You seem like a nice boy. I bet you’d never stick your abuela in a place like this.”

Sonny shrugged and took a bite from an apple. “I couldn’t afford to stick my nonna in a place like this.”

“You’re always here on Fridays. Saturdays too.  A handsome young man like you... your wife doesn’t mind you leaving her home alone all weekend?”

“Mrs. Diaz-”

“Catalina. Please, call me Catalina.”

“Catalina, you know I’m not married,” Sonny sighed.

“Do you want to be?” 

Sonny opened his mouth and then closed it, clearing his throat. He sipped from his water bottle to stall and settled for a casual shrug. Personal questions weren’t entirely unusual, but they were usually followed up with an attempt at setting him up with someone’s granddaughter (or once, someone’s daughter), and Sonny wasn’t interested.  “Someday. If I find the right person.” 

“You’re not going to find her in here,” Catalina stage-whispered. “Unless you like older women?”

Sonny laughed, “you’re half right. But I won’t be finding her anywhere.” He glanced at his watch, missing the scheming grin on Catalina’s face.  He pulled a couple chocolate chip cookies from his bag. “My lunch break is almost over. You want to help me eat these?”

“No. Eat them both. You’re too skinny.”

Sonny laughed. “Now you sound like my nonna!”

Catalina stood slowly and put her hand on Sonny’s forearm. “Well, she’s right. Just keep in mind, us nonnas know what we’re doing.” She gave his arm a pat and Sonny watched as she slowly made her way back inside.

***

“Abuelita! Como esta?” Rafael wrapped Catalina in a hug and kissed her cheek. “Hola Mami.” He held up a small bunch of yellow and orange flowers and Catalina beamed.

“They’re beautiful, Rafi.” He pulled a vase from the cupboard and helped clip the ends of the stems while Catalina filled the vase with water.

“Rafael, come sit. I’m going to make coffee and I was just telling your mother abou-”

“No, I can’t stay long. I have meetings this afternoon.”

“You work too much, Rafi. You need to relax, have a little fun once in a while. Speaking of fun, you should meet-”

“I have fun!” Rafael insisted. “And I relax.”

“But Rafael, I have someone I need you to meet.”

Rafael chuckled, “I just had a few minutes, and I thought I’d stop by. I can meet your friends next time, okay?” Catalina shot Lucia a look, and Lucia shook her head, clearly not wanting to get involved in whatever her mother had planned.

“You’ll let me introduce you to Sonny then?”

“Si. I’ll come back later this weekend,” Rafael promised. “I’ll even bring you dinner. Just tell me when.”

Catalina exchanged another glance with Lucia. “Friday night, in the courtyard. Is eight-thirty late enough?”

Rafael sighed. “Yes. I’ll see you then.”

***

Knock knock

“Good morning, Mrs. Diaz.” Sonny popped his head into her room.

“Oh, Sonny! Come in, come in! You remember my daughter, Lucia, right?”

“I do. Good morning.  Mrs. Diaz, I can’t stay today, I’m not working in this wing. I just stopped by for my word of the day.”

“Oh right. Let’s see.  Abogado.”

“Abogado? What does that mean?”

“Lawyer.”

“Ah.” Sonny looked thoughtful. “I’m sensing a theme with the words this week.  Is your grandson a lawyer, by chance?”

“Si, y muy guapo.”

Lucia’s eyes widened as she realized what Catalina was up to.  “Mother! You leave him alone!” she hissed, turning towards Sonny. “I’m sorry, please don’t listen to her.”

Sonny chuckled. “It’s okay. And I will google that one. You ladies have a good afternoon.”

“Oh, Sonny. Are you working this Friday?”

“I always do.” Sonny called over his shoulder.

***

Sonny settled in at his usual picnic table. He scanned the courtyard before pulling out his phone. When he looked up a few minutes later, there was a slightly older man, in a very expensive suit, standing nearby. He had a plastic bag in his hands, take-out Sonny assumed, and he appeared to be looking for someone.

“Can I help you?” Sonny called out.

“Um, maybe? I’m supposed to be meeting my grandmother for dinner.”

“Dinner is in the dining room between four and six-thirty,” Sonny replied.

“Oh. She said she eats out here on Fridays. At eight-thirty?”

“No. Just me.”

“What?”

“I take my lunch break out here-alone-from eight-fifteen to nine. Every Tuesday through Saturday.”

The man rolled his eyes. “Great. Now she’s...confused?”

Sonny cocked his head to the side, “Wait. I know that eye-roll.” He looked around and then up, catching Catalina staring down at them from her window.  “We’ve been set up. She’s watching us.” He gestured for the other man to sit, and he did, joining Sonny at the wooden table.

“Set up?”

“Tricked. Hoodwinked. Bamboozled.”

He blinked as the realization set in. “Oh, Dios mio.”

“I’m guessing you’re Rafael. The, what was it? The abogado guapo I’ve been hearing so much about lately.”

“Fuck me,” he muttered. “You must be the blue-eyed rayo de sol she mentioned on the phone the other day. I’m sorry, I don’t remember if she mentioned your name.”

“It’s Sonny.” Rafael blinked again, and Sonny felt the need to clarify, “I mean, it’s Dominick, but no one calls me that.”

“No, it’s just. She literally described you as a ray of sunshine.”

Sonny grinned, his dimples on full display. “I try.”

Rafael sighed, “Well, I am sorry she let me bother you. I will go tell her to keep her nose out of your business.”

“You don’t have to do that. I think it’s kind of sweet, actually.”

“Embarrassing. Embarrassing is the word you’re looking for.”

“She just wants you to-” he stopped short. “Look, I’m the only grandson, so my nonna adores me... But she still tries to set me up with every single woman on Staten Island, you know? At least yours cares enough to get it right. I mean, she hasn’t been wrong about anything yet.”

“Don’t tell her that.” Rafael thought for a moment. “Well, I guess if I’m not eating with my abuelita and she did go through all the trouble of introducing us... will you at least have dinner with me?”

“Um, yeah. I would like that. Thank you.” He watched as Rafael unpacked the food, handing him a small box. “I was beginning to wonder if you actually existed.” Sonny admitted. “I mean, you were sounding too good to be true. And then she kept insisting that I had just missed you.”

“Too good to be true, huh?” Sonny shrugged and laughed. “Well, you already know what my grandmother thinks about me. Tell me about yourself?”

Sonny talked as they ate and occasionally Rafael interjected with an anecdote of his own. Sonny was loud, he talked with his hands, and he laughed at his own jokes, and yet Rafael was intrigued. He was surprised to find himself actually enjoying the company of the younger man, and hoped Sonny felt the same.

“Oh... hey, I have to get back to work. But, um, this was nice.”

“Is she still watching us?” Rafael asked. Sonny glanced up and then nodded. “Then I guess I should be on my best behavior. But would you like to go on a proper date with me sometime?”

“Yes,” Sonny stood and gave Rafael his phone number. “Maybe you can come over and I’ll cook something, sometime?”

“Sure. I’ll call you. It was nice meeting you, Sonny.”

“Yeah, you too. Have a good night, Rafael.” Sonny turned and as he made his way back into the building, he caught sight of Catalina’s triumphant grin.

tags: @flufftober2021 @beardsanddetectives @itsjustmyfantasyroom @moderateshouting

#barisi #flufftober2021 #dominick sonny carisi jr #rafael barba #rafael barba x sonny carisi #sonny as a nurse AU #Catalina Diaz is a matchmaker

[bxtchforstyles]

Political Love

Harry Styles x president's child!Y/N

Y/N was the granddaughter of the current leading president candidate, making her and Harry's relationship, well, complicated.

Warnings: none

Word count: 3.5k+

gif not mine.

“Okay, you have to be quiet, or else we are definitely going to get caught.” Y/N seethes to her boyfriend as she opens the sliding glass door to the back entrance of her home.

“Don’t you have like security guards and shit, I mean, you are the President’s granddaughter.” He asks in a hushed tone, making her press her finger sternly to her own lip, signaling for him to be quiet.

“One, yes I have security guards but they stay by the gates at night, no point in them watching me sleep. And two, he’s not president yet, so not many people even know who I am.” Y/N grabs Harry’s hand, pulling him the rest of the way through the door before using only the tips of her fingers to shut it closed, trying to make the least amount of noise as possible.

The large back living room that was attached to the back porch was where they stood, surveying the area to make sure they had not woken up anyone else in the house. It seemed to be clear as they made their way towards the kitchen.

Y/N’s house was definitely significantly different from Harry’s. She had always grown up very wealthy, coming from a large family line of politicians and lawyers. It wasn’t like Harry was poor, because he was definitely a part of one of the wealthier families in Y/N and Harry’s small hometown, but it was nothing compared to his girlfriend who lived in a million dollar gated community.

The kitchen was ginormous, with large granite countertops along with white cabinets that had slabs of glass in them, so you could see the expensive china that had hardly been touched inside of them. There was also beautiful dark wood colored flooring that lined the kitchen up until the carpet of the living room.

There was also another living room that was immediately connected to the kitchen with tall, twenty foot ceilings, a giant flatscreen T.v mounted on the wall, and a sizable gray sectional that wrapped the entirety of the room. The staircase to go towards Y/N’s room sat in the entryway towards the front of her house, which is where their end goal was.

As the couple made their way through the first floor of Y/N’s house, they pretty much stayed silent, besides for the few times Harry attempted to sneak kisses while they tiptoed through the living room, which Y/N had to quickly shut down before they got taken away and got caught.

The stairs were old in her house, it was almost like one of those old victorian style houses, with white picket fences and rustic wooden flooring. So, trying to make it up the large staircase without anyone hearing the dilemma was most certainly a challenge.

“Can’t you just step on the stairs at the same time as me?!” She seethed under her teeth as she turned back to look at her boyfriend, guilt twisting his features.

“Okay, okay!” He responded, attempting to match her foot patterns as they quietly snuck up the remainder of the staircase.

The door to Y/N’s bedroom door finally creaked shut as she winced at the sound from behind the door. Harry was already comfortably sprawled out over Y/N’s queen size bed, like he had done many other times before. The two of them were only seventeen, so they rarely ever did anything explicit, especially in Y/N’s house.

She turned the lock on her bedroom door quickly before making her way over to her boyfriend, crawling into her bed alongside him. She laid her head on his chest, wrapping one of her legs around his lower torso. His arm wrapped around her easily as he pressed his head into her soft, curled hair.

Y/N reached over toward her small nightstand, grabbing her remote that laid on top of it. Flicking her T.v on before turning the volume almost all the way down. Neither of the two know why they even bothered to turn the television on whenever they laid in Y/n’s bed, since they just talked over the low volume show anyways.

“Ya know, I’ve never really questioned why your room looks like a princess fairytale threw up all over it before.” Harry laughed as he glanced around his girlfriend’s room.

It was true, Y/N’s room looked like a child’s bedroom of someone who lived in a castle. Her bed posts on all four corners of it that extended all the way up to the ceiling, along with a curtained canopy surrounding it.

“Shut up!” She pouted as she hid her face in his chest, “I like it.”

“I was just kidding darling, I like it too.” He pulled her face back up so he could look at her properly. “It’s very fitting.”

She leaned up towards Harry’s face, giving him a gentle kiss, melting into him. They stayed like that for a moment before leaning her forehead against his, letting her eyelashes brush against his as her eyes fluttered shut.

“You know, we won’t be able to do this once you’re living in the White House.” Harry reminded her with a small smirk as they both stared at the small chandelier that hung above the canopy of her bed.

“I know.” She sighed pathetically, not wanting to admit that if her grandfather won the election, it was very unlikely that she would see him as much as she does now. “I’m just going to have to tell my family about us before the election day.”

Harry pressed a small kiss to the girl’s creased forehead, “You do whatever you want, whenever you’re ready.”

“No, no, I’m going to have to tell them sooner rather than later.” She denied his attempt to comfort her, “I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? They don’t even know who you are, so why would they hate you?”

“Exactly, baby.”

-----

“Oh shit, oh shit.” Y/N gasped as she heard the knocking on her bedroom door, feeling Harry’s arms snaked around her waist.

“Y/N? Darling, why is your door closed?” Her mother’s voice echoed from the outside of the wooden doorframe.

She quickly grabbed one of the many throw pillows that laid at the end of her bed, swiftly hitting Harry upside the head with it.

Before he could groan in unamusement, he felt his girlfriend’s hand quickly cup over his mouth, “You have to hide! My mom is trying to come in.” That made Harry move faster than he had ever before.

He quickly gathered his few things that he had discarded onto the nightstand before quickly making his way into the walk in closet that was connected to Y/N’s room, shutting the door quickly behind him.

“Y/N?” Her mother called again.

She was now sitting up in her bed, trying to contain herself before she had to get out of bed to unlock her door and allow her mom inside.

“One second!”

“Why have you got your door locked? Are you doing something you aren’t supposed to be doing in there?”

“No, no! Just trying to wake myself up for a moment!” Once Y/N finally gained her composure she stood up from her bed, sliding her feet into an old raggedy pair of slippers off of the floor next to her bed.

Y/N’s mother was already in her work attire when the door opened, she was leaning against the wall of the hallway, her hair cascading down her shoulders smoothly as she straightened out her suit jacket quickly.

“G’ morning” Y/N yawned, opening the door wider before turning back to walk inside her room, sitting at her vanity.

“Morning,” Her mother replies, taking only a step past the doorframe of her daughter's bedroom. “I just thought I’d come say hi before heading to the office for the day. Do you need anything before I leave?”

Y/N looked up towards her ceiling, pretending to think for a moment before shrugging her shoulders, “No, not that I can't think of.”

“Very well then.” The woman had a look on her face as she glanced suspiciously around her daughter’s room. “What is that?”

The girl felt her stomach drop, looking towards the floor where she was pointing. Sitting there wound up in a ball, was Harry’s shirt that he had discarded onto the floor before falling asleep last night.

“O-oh”

Observing her mother's face, she had a feeling as if her mom already knew what the piece of clothing was. “Oh goodness! Look at the time, I have to leave!”

“Okay, bye mom. Love you!” The younger girl called as the suit-clad lady made her way back towards the staircase at the end of the hall.

Before she could reach the stairs though, she replied quickly, “Your father will be home before supper, make sure you get all your school work done! Love you!”

As soon as Y/N hears the familiar sound of her mother's heels clomping down the stairs, she shuts her door, leaning against the back of it as she lets out an exaggerated sigh of relief.

“Am I good to come out now?” The closet door creaks open a small amount as Harry's head pops out of it slightly.

She nods, her head still leaned back in miserly as she looked at her ceiling. “I'm sorry.” she exhaled.

“Hey,” Harry grabbed her hand from where it was pressed against the door. “It's fine, baby. I'm not worried about it, and you shouldn't be either.”

It was quite obviously bothering her more than she was letting on, and Harry knew that, she didn’t have to let on a ton for him to be able to tell something was wrong. He also knew exactly what was bothering her.

She had always been scared to tell her family about Harry in fear of their reactions, and it never really came between their relationship early on because Y/N was very rarely home, making it easy for her to go to Harry’s house, or for the couple to go on dates.

But ever since her parents had demanded she spends more time at home with her family due to her grandfather’s election currently going on, it was very rare that she ever got much alone time with her boyfriend.

And she felt guilty about it.

“I-I just wish I could spend more time with you, and i wish that you could see how hard i’m trying, a-and-” The tears that started rolling down her face broke Harry’s heart, she couldn’t even finish her sentence because of how hard she was crying.

“C’mere love,” He pulled her frail body into his own chest, “It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s okay. I do see how hard you are trying and I know how hard this has been on you. I’m not mad, or upset, just take a breath.”

She completely crumbled into her boyfriend’s grip, sliding down the wall next to her door, “I’m such a bad girlfriend, I know I am. I’m sorry.”

“Woah, woah.” Harry stopped dead in his tracks, reaching down towards Y/N’s face that was hidden in his chest, pulling it up so her eyes met his own. “Don’t you dare say that, now or ever.”

“You,” He emphasized, pressing the pads of his thumbs against her cheekbones, “are everything I could have ever dreamed of, Y/n. You are absolutely perfect.”

It was insane how the mood had changed in the room so fast. Now Harry was seeing all of the pressure that his girlfriend had been building upon herself, and it had finally all come crashing down.

A heavy breath that Y/N felt like she had been holding for much too long finally fell past her lips as she tried to compose her emotions. She felt like a fool in the moment, having her boyfriend see her in such a state of distress.

“Sorry, sorry.” He backed out of his embrace, trying to act as if nothing had happened, “I’m fine...everything’s fine.”

“I want you to know that it’s okay to be upset, or frustrated, or afraid. I want you, and everything else that comes along with you, I just want to help, that’s it.” Harry tries to explain to Y/N.

Sh nuzzled her face against his shoulder blade, “Thank you.”

He kisses the top of her head, wrapping his arms around her shoulders “Don’t thank me.”

-----

“Y/N! Are you coming?” The booming voice echoed up the stairs, making Y/N snap her head towards the sound.

She was currently trying to put her last earring in her ear and put her small black heels on at the same time. They were already late, which was not a good first impression when your family is possibly about to be living in the whitehouse.

She hurried herself downstairs, but not before grabbing her phone off the charger and shoving it quickly in the dainty clutch she was planning on carrying around with her for the night.

Once she got to the bottom of the stairs, she stopped in the foyer to look at herself in the mirror, she felt two hands hold onto her shoulders from behind, “You look beautiful, sweetie, now come on, we have to leave.” It was her mother.

Their whole family was supposed to be dressed to the nines for the fancy dinner they were attending. Ever since the first time her grandfather ran for senate, the night before election day, the whole family would go out to a family dinner for good luck.

And it seemed to work, because her grandpa had won every election he’d ever ran in. But this was definitely the most important, because he wasn’t just running for senate, or congress, he was running for president.

It was nerve wracking to say the least.

When Y/N and her parents finally made it out the door, they were met with the signature black SUV in the driveway, along with two big buff men in fancy black suits standing near the doors, preparing to open them for the family.

The entire way to the restaurant Y/N’s mother gave her the same speech she gave her anytime they went to a function involving her grandfather and his career.

‘Be polite, don’t say anything out of turn, do not act foolish, do not throw food, do not act up with the cousins...blah blah blah.’

Waking into the large ballroom where the dinner was being held was absolutely insane. The first things that had caught Y/N’s eyes were the large chandeliers that had been hung all along the ceiling, one above every table. The glitter that covered the dance floor along with the arched balloon entrance made the entire space look like an old fashioned masquerade, and it was absolutely beautiful.

“Wow.” She gasped as her mother pulled her by the hand, leading her towards the large table in the center of the others, where her family always sat. “This is amazing. You planned this, didn't you?”

Her mother smiled brightly as she nodded, looking around the room with a proud look on her face. “Have you met me, daughter?” She then smirks.

Y/N laughed, deciding to begin walking around to look at all of the decorations around the large ballroom. Of course Y/N and her entire family had known of Y/N’s mother to be very over the top, but this year’s fancy dinner was nothing like the ones of previous years.

There were cakes, desserts, and balloons everywhere you looked. A large banner that said “congratulations future Mr. President!” hung up along the large wall in front of their families table.

As Y/N continued to look around, she noticed the overwhelming amount of people, to which her mother told her “We invited everyone who had ever had anything to do with Pop’s success.”

It was sweet, seeing all new people who were there to support her grandfather.

“Y/N?” She hears a familiar voice call quietly from behind her, she whips her head around to see who was speaking. “Hi baby.” Harry whispers.

“Oh my-” She cuts herself off, looking at her boyfriend with wide eyes. “What are you doing here” She asks in a rush.

“My parents got invited, said that your grandpa was an old friend of theirs.”

“What a small world.” Y/N smiles, hugging Harry quickly as to not draw speculation before pulling away. “I'm sorry i have to be so discrete, it's just that- well, my parents are luring around here somewhere and-”

Harry cuts her off, “I know, Y/N, I know.”

“You know what,” Y/N grabbed his hand, pulling him along with her.

“Babe, what are you doing?” Harry asked with a light smile as Y/N got closer and closer to where her family was sitting. He was starting to get nervous, not knowing what Y/N was planning on doing.

A few moments later Y/N seas standing at the edge of the table where her family was sitting, hand in hand with Harry. A few of her cousins gav them confusing looks when they saw their intertwined hands, but most of the family didn't even notice, only exchanging hellos quickly.

“This is Harry, he's my boyfriend.” Harry almost choked on his own spit when she said it, especially so suddenly.

There were some shocked expressions and some were confused with how the two even knew each other, but for the most part, the reaction was pretty positive.

“Oh really?” Her mother asked, looking up at Y/N from where she was sitting. “I've met Harry's family, only heard good things about him.”

Y/N let out a sigh of relief at her mother's support, that was before she looked over at her father.

His eyebrows were furrowed with a sour look on his face, “I don't understand how you think you can go and get a secret boyfriend, date him for weeks, or months, or whatever, without my knowledge and think it's okay.”

“Dad-” Y/N was cut off.

“This is not how I raised you, keeping secrets like this.”

“Honey,” Her mother looked at Y/N’s father with a stern look on her face. “She's telling us now, you can't expect her to tell us every single thing about her life. Like I said, I've only heard good things about Harry. You should just be happy that your child is happy.”

His face seemed to relax a bit, Y/N’s hand suddenly holding Harry's much tighter in fear of what he was going to say next. “You treat my girl alright?” His question was directed towards Harry, making him fix his posture and look at his girlfriend's father personally.

“Dad-” This was not how Y/N wanted this conversation to be going.

“Of course I do, sir.” Harry cut her off, making her father nod.

“Good.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows, “good?”

“As long as you're happy, angel” It was shocking to Y/N how understanding her father became so quickly. She was expecting it to take at least a couple weeks.

“thank you, dad.” She wrapped her dad in a hug, finally feeling relieved.

“of course, pumpkin.”

-----

“Well that was fun, wasn't it?” Harry laughed as he and Y/N danced together.

Y/N nodded as she laughed, “Yeah, it definitely was.”

It was getting close to the end of the night at the dinner party. Everyone had eaten dinner and had their dessert, and now was the relaxing part of the night where everyone just hung out, danced and had a good time.

Y/N’s hands were on Harry's shoulders, his hands on her waist as they swayed gently to the music that was playing slowly throughout the room.

Harry had been admiring the dress Y/N was wearing for quite some time now, she looked beautiful. The dress she had chosen was a gorgeous, golden ball gown that flared at her waist and ruffled all of the way down to her ankles. You could also see the sleek, while stiletto heels on her small feet.

“You look absolutely stunning, sweetheart.”

A small blush quickly rose to the girls cheeks, “Thank you.” She smiled back at him, “You look great too, you should wear suits more often, they look really good on you.”

Everyone looked so happy, including Pop, who had come up to Y/N and Harry during dinner to congratulate them, which the couple found pretty ironic that the (hopefully) soon to be president was congratulating them at his election dinner party.

But Y/N was especially happy among the room full of people, standing here, dancing with Harry like she had always wanted. The life that she had always envisioned with Harry was finally being pieced together, no more secrets, no more hiding.

They could just be Them. Harry and Y/N.

“I love you.” Y/N’s eyes widened when she had registered what she had just blurted out, her hand falling over her agape mouth.

All Harry did was smile though, kissing her on the forehead before softly saying, “I love you too.”

Thank you to the anon who suggested this! i really love it and might make it a series? what do you guys think?!<3

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles blog #harry styles x ofc #harry styles imagine #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #solo harry #presidents child! Y/N

[vivian24l]

DamiraeWeek2021

Day One: Family/In-laws

The Second Wayne Reunion

Damian tapped his fingers against the wheel.

“Anxious?” asked Raven.

“You know how last year turned out. I was surprised Father agreed to another reunion this year.”

One year ago, Dick had come up with the idea of having a family reunion. He had invited the whole Wayne family together under one roof once again. The results of the party didn’t end so well. Dick clearly wanted to make the reunions annual, because he once again invited everyone.

Damian took another left. They had to drive across Gotham to reach Wayne Manor. After getting married, he and Raven bought a stretch of land on the other side of Gotham. Together they designed their house and hired people to build it.

Damian let out a sigh. “That bastard, Grayson.”

“Language,” said Raven.

He glanced at the rear view mirror. Their daughter, Rashida, was asleep in the back. Although, she could be pretending. Rashida is an intelligent child, more mature than her actual age. However, she does tend to do dangerous things.

They pulled up at Wayne Manor at long last. Rashida woke up instantly.

“We're here!” she announced. The five year old got out of their car immediately to stretch her legs.

“Rae! Watch this!” shouted Mar’i. She flew up into the sky while Rae watched from the ground. Mar’i shot a green starbolt at a low cloud. The cloud lit up in green light before evaporating into thin air.

“Impressive,” commented Rae. She joined her cousin in the air. The two girls turned the clouds green and purple.

Sitting in deck chairs, Raven and Koriand’r watched the kids flying around.

“Did you teach her that?” questioned Raven.

Kori let out a laugh. “Of course not, Mar’i and Jacob discovered it. Speaking of Jacob, where is he?”

It was Raven’s turn to laugh. “I saw him with Jackson, they were building something out of Legos. How do you not know what your son is doing?”

“I’ve been very busy lately,” Kori defended herself.

“Hey sisters! Mind if I join you?” Stephanie didn’t wait for an answer, she took a seat in a chair across from Kori. “Cass and Babs will be here with the food in a few minutes.”

“Is Valkyrie joining us this year?” asked Kori.

“She sure is! Val better not drop out last minute,” said the blonde. “I can’t believe Dick allowed her to skip last year. I mean, like seriously? This is a family reunion and therefore Val can not be missing out.”

“She was on a mission,” said Raven. “Then again, you can’t blame her, this family can be quite a handful.”

“Makes me wonder how we are able to put up with them,” joked Stephanie.

-

“How’s the cooking going?” asked Raven.

Damian turned around to face his wife. “Fairly well,” he answered.

Raven nodded. She took in the scene. Pots and pans were on the stove. A large bowl of lettuce sat on the counter. Nearby stood a container of tofu, waiting to be opened.

“Where’s Richard? I thought he’d be cooking as well,” said Raven.

Damian let out a “tt”. He stirred the soup inside a large pot. “Grayson left an hour ago, he said something about napkins.”

“You do know that not everyone here is vegetarian, correct?” questioned Raven as she noticed that there wasn’t a single speck of meat in any of the dishes.

“I also know that they will have to pay for making me cook a meal for twenty people.”

“21, actually,” corrected Raven. “Valkyrie’s running late.”

“And there I thought she would skip like last year.”

Raven grabbed a spare apron. “I suppose it’s up to me to save everyone from eating tofu turkey tonight.”

“How heroic.”

-

“Mother? Father?” called Rashida.

“We’re in the kitchen, ibna,” answered Damian.

“What are you making?” Rashida stood on the tip of her toes and watched as Raven mixed together the stuffing for the turkey.

“Dinner. Would you like to help, love?” asked Raven.

“Actually I can not,” said Rashida.

“And why is that?”

“Mar’i and I are in need of some pots. We’re going to make popcorn the old fashioned way! But instead of making a fire, we’ll be heating it with our powers,” explained Rashida..

“Is anyone supervising you?” asked Damian.

“Of course, Uncle Jason’s helping us.” Rashida pulled a large pot out of the cabinet. “This will do perfectly,” she said. “Good luck on your cooking!”

“Should I be concerned that Jason is overseeing their popcorn-making?” asked Damian.

“You should have some faith in him,” said Raven.

-

“I think we’re done here,” said Raven.

Damian nodded. “This should be enough food for the whole family, including leftovers for everyone to take home.”

They have made a total of twelve different dishes, two-thirds of which are plant-based. Raven have also made five different types of pastries for dessert.

They left the kitchen to join the rest of the family in the living room. Selina was reading a book to her grandchildren. Rashida, however, was not with her cousins, she was throwing knives with her uncle. They took turns throwing from different positions, each time getting bullseye on the target board.

“Why couldn’t our daughter have some non-violent interests,” sighed Raven.

Damian smiled. “She’s the granddaughter of the first Batman and Trigon, and great granddaughter of Ra’s Al Ghul. And I should add that her adoptive grandfather also happens to be Superman. So I would say that throwing a few knives is perfectly fine.”

“I just want her to have a childhood full of peace and innocence, unlike ours,” Raven murmured.

“She is habibti, she is.” Damian held his wife close. They seated themselves on the couch and silently watched the scene before them.

The peace in the room could not be contained for long. Dick burst through the door holding a large bag.

“Guess what I got?” he sang.

Rashida didn’t even spare her uncle a glance. “A bag full of games,” she answered.

“Uh, yeah. Great guess, Rae,” stuttered Dick. It still intrigued him how she knew what was inside. Well she is her parents’ daughter.

Dick laid out the contents on the table. There was a wide variety of games from classic card games to Twister.

The doorbell rang as soon as he took out the last game.

“That must be Val!” Kori rose to answer the door.

A minute later, the said woman arrived in the room. She could’ve been a younger version of Cassandra, except her features are more sharp. The youngest of the Wayne siblings, Valkyrie was adopted at the age of thirteen. That was ten years ago.

She came just like her oldest adoptive brother, holding a large bag. All the kids, including Rashida, ran over to see what was inside.

“Alright, settle down first,” Valkyrie said. She pulled out four colorfully wrapped boxes and handed one to each of the kids.

Mar’i opened her box and gasped in surprise. “Thank you so much Aunt Val! They’re beautiful.” The twelve year old has received silver bracelets, similar to her mother’s, but with detailed markings on them.

When Jackson opened his box, his jaw dropped. Inside was a Build-Your-Own 3-Dimensional Holographic Projector. “Thank you Aunt Val!” said the eight year old.

Jacob’s gift was eight limited edition action figurines. “How did you-? How is this-?” The boy was so shocked to see eight expensive figurines, that were probably worth a hundred dollars each, in front of him.

“I have my ways, little one,” answered Valkyrie.

“Thank you so much,” he said, giving Valkyrie a big hug.

“Your welcome, and please I’d like some personal space.”

Rashida slowly opened her box. Inside was a white cloak. The fabric was quite unusual. It was soft, stretchy, thin, and light. Yet the fabric also felt strong, and sturdy. The bright ruby glowed in the golden clasp. Unlike Raven’s cloak, this one had sleeves. The hems and cuffs of the cloak were embroidered with intricate designs. Rashida slipped on the cloak, it fitted perfectly. “Thank you, Aunt Valkyrie,” said the five year old.

“There are no gifts for your siblings? Wow, how kind of you,” spoke up Jason.

Valkyrie smiled. “Of course not, only ones for the kids,” she pulled out two more boxes, “and the parents.”

Selina and Bruce gave her their thanks then  proceeded to open their gift. Silent received a full set of cat themed jewelry, while Bruce received a grey tie.

“I actually needed a new tie,” he said.

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