#can you imagine if you and your father were both in your 20s or 30s At The Same Time

[designernishiki]

ok gonna be real I’ve never understood the “daigo is like a son to me” route that the writers took with kiryu. they’ve never, at least for most of their time knowing each other, felt like they’ve had a father and son dynamic– an older brother/younger brother one sure, or maybe a young uncle/nephew one. because I mean? they’ve known each other since they were both kids and they’re literally only 8 years apart in age. in y0 it’s implied that kiryu played with him and babysat him more or less when he was around 16-20 and it just doesn’t feel like a Dad sort of thing At All. kiryu was also a kid. just an older kid. daigo was a little brat to him just like an annoying little brother while secretly thinking of kiryu as a Cool Teenager he looked up to and wanted to be more like. it feels way more like an older/younger sibling sort of thing or something akin to that and it only starts being a little more like a father/son dynamic some time after daigo loses his father and feels the need to fill the void– which he couldn’t even begin to do until at least ten years later because kiryu was in prison. and it’s not particularly in a healthy way either, considering. well. like I said. kiryu’s never actually been like a father to him. I don’t even mean that in a negative way in this case, it’s just literally not the role kiryu fundamentally had in his life (especially because their age difference is a good 10-20 years too close to be that of a parental relationship.) so idk. having kiryu say all of a sudden that he sees daigo as a son (especially rather than as family in some other way) just feels kinda. wrong. and jarringly unfounded.

I mean shit, even majima would be more of a dad-ish figure to daigo realistically considering kiryu basically assigned him to look after daigo for like. years. while kiryu just kinda left without any known plans of reconnecting at all. or even kashiwagi on a certain level because of how he stepped in alongside yayoi after sohei’s death. kiryu has barely been around, hasn’t really showed any interest in legitimately being in his life, and has barely had any deeply personal interactions with him since they were basically both kids. and as much as I think how long they’ve known each other and what they’ve both been through is a means for a familial bond of SOME kind, there just seems like no room or evidence for a paternal role being taken on.

at least nothing healthy in that regard; if kiryu’s like a dad to him then he’s undoubtedly a deadbeat one and perhaps feels like a dad to daigo in a way because daigo’s paternal model (his birth father) was also emotionally (and probably largely physically) absent and near-impossible to live up to. that’d at least make sense, regardless of how unhealthy it’d be, but it STILL really doesn’t explain kiryu saying he thinks of daigo like a son.

it’s just. it’s such a weird thing to have him say and I wish it was this confusing because of nuance but honestly I just think the writers watered their dynamic down to supposedly father/son because it seems more emotionally impactful for kiryu to say “you’re like a son to me” than anything else he could’ve potentially said about their bond.

#kiryu #daigo #rambling #sorry this is out of nowhere I just was thinking about their dynamic in y0 and it really hit me that like #yeah they’re. not that far apart in age. #kiryu was 7-8 years old when daigo was born. not exactly Father Age #and moreover it’s the fact that they grew up together As Kids to an extent #can you imagine if you and your father were both in your 20s or 30s At The Same Time #that’s. not a big age gap #also let me be clear I don’t think majima’s a paternal figure to daigo that was just an example to say like. even He has more basis in a way #for that to make sense #but even with majima- the age difference thing still kinda gets me because they’re only like 11ish years apart #like yeah majima’s significantly more mature don’t get me wrong but. #daigo’s dad is of a dad-like age to majima as well if you wanna put it in perspective. #makes it less weird when he highkey flirts with/sexualizes daigo in dead souls. like it’s okay. they’re not far apart in age enough to where #it’s Super Uncomfortable or something #another way of looking at this stuff is just considering that daigo and kiryu are both technically in the same generation #doesn’t particularly mean much but it’s still interesting to consider. they’re both solidly gen X (despite daigo absolutely feeling like he #should be a millennial). #majima’s technically (though just barely) a boomer so do with that what you will. that’s unrelated I just wanted to mention it cause it’s #funny to me #anyway I got off track. I hope any of this made sense

[midnightblues444]

Lustful afflictions |

Priest nanami x brat! fem reader

Warnings: age gap (readers in her 20s and hes like 30 something), perversion of Christian faith, corruption, m receiving, sacrilege ,

Notes: fell off the face of the earth for 2 months now I'm back so enjoyy <3

Imagine driving priest nanami to temptation and making him lose his mind remembering it all during a prayer for forgiveness

"I confess to my sins of lust" he recounts, knelt in prayer

From the moment you walked into his cathedral he could sense trouble

"the source of my sinful affliction, that of a girl who wondered into my very own church"

You'd giggle in his sermons, and look at him with a sparkle that he couldn't quite place. Your words dripping off your tongue like melted candy, he can only recall how the sound of his name from your lips sent jolts of an unfamiliar feeling through him.

"A walking temptation she was.."

the way you're dresses were always so short and tight, there was disrespect that radiated from your very being yet it wasnt the biggest issue

He could see it when you listen to his sermons, not with intent but with amusement more so seductively studying him, often catching himself losing his focus if he made eye contact with you.

It was most apparent when you came up for communion, staring up at him with doe eyes as you ate the bread slowly, smirking when he couldnt keep the eye contact . Turning back ever so slightly with a giggle as you made way to your seat.

"I repent, I repent"

Hed prided himself on always being a man of honor and more importantly a man of god, hed thus expected the unholy thoughts to go away on their own.

Though he took a concious effort not fall into the temptation you dangled before him and keep composed.

"It was in this very confessional where the affair began"

To his suprise you came to confessional one afternoon. Skipping down toward the box, the apparent click of your heels hitting the tiles of the church floor made his heart pound in his chest.

"She spoke things I'd never heard before, she promised to help me in ways the lord couldnt"

"Lust is natural for all of us isnt it nanami"

He cleared his throat, at the sugary way you said his name

"Lustful thought" you'd sighed, "though I think we all struggle with lust, do we not?"

"I suppose so, but we thus practice abstinence" he replied

"I should've abstained..."

"But do we really need to abstain from what we truly desire" you said , trying to push your luck "I mean I see how you look at me father nanami"

"I am a holy man though how I acted was not a reflection of that"

He slid your side of the confessional door open staring down at you with a faint blush. The priest was undeniably a beautiful man, his defined face and toned body that peaked under his black attire but was noticeably when he fidgeted with his white collar.

"So what do I do about it?"

"Take a seat" you purred

"I wish to repent and continue a life in your light"

He was clutching a rosary while you were on your knees, the priests cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly.

He barely held it together, muttering forgive me lord under his stuttering breaths. He whined under your every touch, finding himself pleading for release, as the feeling of your throat was warm and unlike anything hed ever felt

begging for more, with his deep grunts as he thrusted unconsciously harder

"Forgive me I have sinned"

"Nggh" he breathed out, while you hummed and massage his balls, cumming down your throat with a deep whine

You wiped your mouth and stand, kissing his cheek sweetly. Straddling him with affection.

"You're not wearing panties" he said bewildered

"Didnt think I'd need em" you giggled as you slowly slid onto him. Both moaning out at the sensation. You began to move slowly adjusting to his girth, his head laid back as he breathlessly panted

"No no, look at me, look how good you make me feel" you said as you gently cupped his cheek

There is something so powerful about unraveling such a large man.

"So tight," he heaved tinted of blush across his face. You grind into your spot, moans filling up the small confessional space.

"Mmm so good, you're doing so good" you purred into his neck

"Forgive me because I find myself addicted to the feeling of her around me"

His thrusts grew sloppy, his grip on your hips stutter

"Forgive me because this addiction has costed me certainty in my faith"

He released into you for the second time, slumping into your plush chest, as you stroked his hair comfortingly.

"Amen"

#jjk x reader #jjk #nanami kento #nanami smut #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #jujutsu nanami #kento smut #jjk kento #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut

[shanastoryteller]

Blessed Samhain, Shana! more Lady Mo or something else genderbendy?

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47

Lan Xichen hasn’t seen Wangji this upset in thirteen years and he has no idea what could be the cause. He guides him to A-Yao’s private garden, mind spinning. If Xuanyu were in some sort of immediate danger, Wangji would not leave her side. He’s sure of that and it’s all that’s keeping him from marching back to Jiang Yanli and demanding an explanation out of her himself. He hopes Sizhui hasn’t noticed the commotion, certain it will cause his nephew to worry, but he doesn’t spare too much thought on it because right now his first concern is his brother.

Worryingly, when they come to a stop Wangji just continues to stare at him blankly.

“What happened?” he asks, resisting the urge to grab him by his shoulders and shake him. “Did you and Xuanyu get into a disagreement?”

Perhaps something to do with Jin Guangshan? Lan Xichen has long abandoned the idea that she’s some sort of spy, as has A-Yao, but that doesn’t mean her father can’t want things from her, can’t be trying to make things difficult for her. Perhaps Jiang Yanli was warning her and Xuanyu and Wangji had a fight about it? They fight often enough that he can’t imagine anything that would send Wangji running.

“I’ve done something terrible,” Wangji says tonelessly. “This is my fault.”

Wangji faced down forty Lan clan elders and received forty lashings all without admitting a single moment of poor judgement or regret. Punishments he accepts easily – culpability, significantly less.

“What are you talking about?” he demands, trying to keep the alarm out of his voice. “What did you do?”

“Xuanyu,” he starts, then presses his lips together and shakes his head.

He would not harm Xuanyu. Even that spar that set half the clan to breaking the rules about gossip was not about harm. He’ll fight her, argue with her, spar with her, but Wangji worries and watches over Xuanyu constantly, vexed and surprised by her at turns, and Lan Xichen had felt aching relief when the woman his brother had been coerced to marry had turned out to be someone that Wangji couldn’t look away from.

He forces himself to sound calm. “What about Xuanyu?”

Wangji wets his lips and has to clear his throat twice before he can make himself speak. “She’s pregnant.”

Lan Xichen stares.

The relief is enough to make his knees week and his grip on Wangji’s shoulder doubles as a way to steady himself. “Wangji! You nearly gave me a heart attack! This is wonderful-”

“Wonderful?” he repeats, looking at him like he’s grown another head.

Some of that relief drains away. “Is it not? Is something wrong with the baby? Or Xuanyu? I know she was a little weak when you married, but she’s gotten so much stronger.” A terrible thought occurs to him. “Is she – she’s happy about it, isn’t she? She said that she likes kids and she’s so good with Sizhui, she must be happy.”

“I,” Wangji blinks, “I don’t – I didn’t ask–”

“Well, what did you say?” he asks in exasperation.

“I apologized.”

A-Yao isn’t here, but Lan Xichen feels the familiar urge to turn to him. “You apologized.” Wangji nods. “Xuanyu told you that she was carrying your child. And you apologized. Then left.”

He nods again, slower this time.

Lan Xichen grips the bridge of his nose.

“LAN WANGJI!”

They both turn to see Jiang Cheng headed straight for them, sword unsheathed and Zidian sparking, although that’s not the most alarming part. The last time Lan Xichen saw that look on Jiang Cheng’s face, they were on a battlefield.

This, at least, likely is Wangji’s fault.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #alexseanchai #untamed

[trashogram]

He Chose You (Pt. 11)

Lucifer/Reader: Lucifer chooses you to be the mother of his child. Rated E for Explicit.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

“Adam, for your transgression, you will be dealt with accordingly. For now, you are dismissed.” 

Adam’s voice and demeanor had become so grating to you that you actively blocked out the bitching that followed. You weren’t sure if, when he’d finally stopped having a foul-mouthed tantrum, a lot of time had passed or not. 

It didn’t matter when you were blessed with near silence at last. A slip of harsh gold out of the corner of your eye led you to believe that Adam’s lackey had followed him out. 

“Emily, please follow.”

“But Sera…” 

“No harm will come to her here. She just needs time.”

There was no need to look up, as the fluttering of Emily’s wings were now telltale in spite of how little you’d known her. 

“Go on.” 

You hadn’t seen her go, but it was like all the energy in the air had been sucked out as she left you behind. In her stead was a still, oppressive atmosphere where anxiety lingered to crawl up your spine the longer you sat in it. 

Sera was staring down at you. 

“Why…” Your voice was hoarse, even if you hadn’t been screaming or sobbing as you wanted to. 

Swallowing back the thickness that had built in your throat physically hurt. An errant thought that it shouldn’t (nothing should hurt anymore) passed you by. 

“Why am I here?” You looked up, staring back at Sera. 

The Angel considered you for a long moment. 

“Your place here has been ordained by the Father, a privilege bestowed upon you for your act of service.” 

The words from her lovely mouth didn’t make sense for so long that you almost asked the Seraphim to repeat herself. Your eyes narrowed as your gaze turned roundabout, as if whatever could make sense of this was somewhere in your surroundings. 

“I… Wait, I’d have thought that…” Head shaking, you implored Sera again with your eyes. “What service?”

“You delivered upon the world Christ’s opposing force through your union with —” Here, you saw Sera’s long throat flex with the effort of swallowing.

“Lucifer.” You finished, watching and confirming as Sera’s frame twitched that just the mention of the Devil made this powerful force uncomfortable. 

It was odd, but didn’t take away the pain that just mentioning his name brought. You felt as if a great gaping hole had been punched through your chest, taking with it all your vital organs and the power of your lungs.

Impressions of his anguished face and the sound of Charlotte crying were permanently etched in your mind. You bit down on your tongue, lest you scream your grief. 

It felt like they had died and not you. 

“I’ll never see them again.” Your head fell into your hands as you were overcome. “I barely got to hold my own baby.”

Sera sighed deeply, inching toward the War Table adjacent to you both. 

“I understand that leaving people behind can be painful.” Her great arms reached over the table, motioning until light rose from the board and took on fantastical shapes. “But time heals all.” 

Instead of comfort, her wisdom made you sniffle. You rubbed your eyes like a child to prevent the steady rise of tears threatening to escape. 

Through the blur, you saw Sera smile wanly. “You may feel grateful with time. Staying any longer could have led you further astray.” 

That made you pause between shuddering sobs. 

Fuck, you’d been sobbing on the floor of heaven.

Fucking Heaven. 

“W-what?” You asked finally.

Sera’s idle hands continued to create new sources of light and shape. You rose from the floor of cumulus and nimbus on jelly legs and walked toward her, for lack of anything else to do. 

A perfect sphere rose above the table, with little pinpricks of light surrounding it. It could’ve been anything but you had the sense to imagine it was a depiction of Earth. 

“Had you stayed mortal and lived another 10, 20, perhaps 30 years, you could have become susceptible to the enemy’s mindset.” Sera said. “It’s not unthinkable when human beings are often led by their hearts, even if it goes against their best interest.”

Your heart was jabbed with indignation at that.

“Acts of Service can become Acts of Sacrifice if one veers off the path.” She gently swirled around the Earth with one hand, and it fell into a tilt naturally before rotating among the stars. 

Sera eyed you from her peripheral as you stood beside her to watch. “You might’ve grown attached and… denied yourself.” 

“Hold on, please — just…” You closed your eyes after several moments.  “I’m here, in Heaven, because Lucifer asked that I be let up here when I died?” 

“That is correct.” Sera guided the stars in a variety of paths. 

“And you agreed because having his baby was actually a good thing?” You asked. “But how? Why would God want that to happen if the Devil is his enemy?”

“Life is all about balance.” The celestial took on the role of teacher naturally. “Light needs darkness to exist. This is how it has been and will always be, since He created the Heavens and the Earth.”

“Lucifer has gone on too long without an heir - Hell cannot be unmanned should anything happen to its King. To ensure that this would never come to pass, He agreed to certain terms, which have been abided by — despite Lucifer’s constant revisions.”

At that, the Seraphim looked borderline petulant. Her disapproval was clear in the way the many eyes that decorated her wingspan, hair and crown-like halo shrunk into slivered crescents.

“It’s been centuries since he was ordered to conceive a child. Out of Love, the Father bestowed an exorbitant amount of time on him to make it happen. Once you were found and the contract was signed, your place in Heaven was guaranteed as stipulated.” She halted her recital to spare a glance your way.

“His ways can be opaque, but they are always meant to take us in the right direction.” Sera offered after a lull, to dispel the dumbfounded look on your face. You could see the way her lips pursed, as if daring to question that explanation was an affront to her existence. As if what she’d just told you didn’t change your perception so thoroughly that your head was spinning.

Self-preservation no longer being a factor, you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, ‘God works in mysterious ways’.” You mocked. “People say that when they don’t know what to say. But you actually work under God, don’t you??” 

“That is a crude way to describe my role here.” Sera responded with reproach. 

“But essentially correct.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “You take orders from Him, clearly.”

The Seraphim’s manicured nails pierced through the infinitely shifting stars, fingers curling into a claw as the line of her mouth grew severe. Her brow downturned as she faced you, irritated. 

“Just like Lucifer took orders from Him, I bet.” The pieces were slotting into place. “Until he… until he… did exactly what he was supposed to.” 

You laughed with disbelief at the revelation, hands coming up to grab at your thankfully unchanged hair. The starlight before you began to dim, falling back into the passive marble of the war table. Sera pivoted rather abruptly, a touch of disquiet in her fractured facade as she took in your dysfunction. 

Her gaze became shifty, and you caught it, but it was the least of your concerns. You were in the middle of a manic breakdown for the second time in less than an hour. 

Lucifer didn’t like to talk about Heaven — that was evident from his stuttering when he first revealed himself to you. So, whether it was out of the goodness of your heart or built-in doormat passivity, you hadn’t discussed the place. Truthfully, you’d thought very little of it as a place and more as a concept, even when the Devil came knocking on your door in flesh and blood. 

It was an uphill battle to calm yourself. You closed your mouth to stop the laughing and coughed at the tickle to your throat. You’d never been good at breathing through your nose. Arms slid down to clutch at your stomach and center yourself, frame slowly easing out of the hyperventilation.  

“So… God damned his own son to Hell and made him into Heaven’s Big Bad for the sake of balance… And he wanted that Big Bad to have a child like He Himself did, also for the sake of balance…” 

‘And Lucifer agreed as long as you got to go to eternal paradise…’

Your summation was stated lifelessly, a knife’s edge away from sarcastic. The big secret to Life was out: it was all a fun little show that God put on for himself to stave off boredom. Even those he held closest weren’t safe from it. 

“An-nd you’ve never ever questioned this?” You asked faintly, a crooked smile of disbelief on your face. “Ever?”

A breeze blew back the hair that had fallen into your face.

Sera was suddenly so much closer in proximity, and you flinched back at the power exuding from her like an aura. 

“We do not question the Father.” The Seraphim’s glower betrayed her true feelings toward you. Yet, instead of continuing to back away from the hostility, you forced yourself to stand in place as best you could. 

It gave you whiplash when Sera’s pinched face relaxed. She straightened up with another deep, deep sigh. The danger that felt like static electricity dissipated from your skin, but you held onto the edge of the war table regardless. 

The light show had gone off as quickly as it was turned on. You felt its loss of warmth as sharply as you’d felt Emily’s. 

“Lucifer was unable to fully grasp the Great Purpose.” Sera was imposing as she straightened to her fully height and towered above you once again. “He questioned everything, and for it he Fell.” 

“And I would suggest,” The Seraphim glared at you as if you were an insect she wanted to crush. “that you do not emulate his sin. For the sake of your immortal soul.” 

***

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#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar x you #hazbin hotel x reader #Thank y’all for being patient #good news is there will be more chapters bc I cut this one in half #bad news is Lucifer’s whereabouts are put on pause a chapter longer than anticipated

[soanliawriter]

Everyone never thought you'd get pregnant with Levi's child, cause after resigning from the Scouts since the war has ended, and you two got married, you both simply did not care if he's in a wheelchair, his left leg is the one that couldn't really move, but his right leg still functions, which led them to having passionate sex, since the last one they had was when they were in their 20s and early 30s. Still they both have the sex drive running as if they're still 20. In that case, you got pregnant, and once you announced it to your scouts friends, they couldn't believe it.

Mikasa: Come on guys, of course it's possible Y/n is going to get pregnant.

Eren: How did they do it though?!

Armin: Probably when they're in bed or, maybe in the wheelchair?!

Jean: Never knew at their age, their sex drives are still young

Annie: I'm quite excited to see their child

Gabi: My bet is Uncle Levi and Aunty Y/n did it like old times!

Falco: GABI?!?

Yelena: That's incredibly hot, I'm imagining it now.

Erwin: Congratulations, we'll be expecting a little Ackerman running soon I hope

Hanji: Moblit take notes will ya?! Even if the person is on the wheelchair due to incidents, they can definitely still have sex! Both in the bed or bathtub, and wheelchair!

Moblit: *blushes hard but writes down what Hanji told him to*

Isabella: I want name your child big bro!

Farlan: I think Y/n told me the name they want to give to their child, was it Brandon Ackerman for when it's a boy and Anabelle Ackerman for when it's a girl.

Former Levi squad: CONGRATULATIONS CAPTAIN!!! EXCITED TO MEET LITTLE ACKERMAN SOON!

Zeke: Why do I get the feeling that their little Ackerman wether boy or girl is definitely going to be like their father towards me?! 🥹

Reiner: If Captain Levi was dangerous, I have no doubt that their child will be the same, plus Y/n is 3rd best next to Levi.

Berthold: Can't wait to see little Ackerman🤗

*Later that night*

Levi: Tch, can't believe they thought we couldn't have sex cause I'm on this stupid wheelchair.

Y/n: Levi, come on I don't blame them, not a lot of people who's on a wheelchair can't even do that much

Levi: *touches Y/n belly* hey there little brat, come out soon, we're excited to meet you

Y/n: your father and I, along with our friends made peace with the Marleyans, so no more war, you'll be born into a world that's safe my child.

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #levi aot #anime #aot #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan x reader #aot fanfiction #levi has a dad has been on my mind recently 🥹

[bunnyboyjuice]

Dilf next door

Synopsis: The dad of the girls you babysit is so fine maybe he feels the same way about you..he would never or would he.

Cw: Getou x fem! Reader -explicit content: minors DNI- reader is early 20’s - Getou is Late 30’s- Nanako (age 7) and Mimiko (age 7) -pussy eating,clitoral play, impact play(if you squint), nipple play, praise, unprotected sex,pet names (Angel,babydoll,pretty girl,mama)

Authors note: I had a dream about this so I wanted to write about it because Dilf Getou is so bad.

“Thank you s’much y/n for coming last notice this was the third babysitter that said they “couldn’t make it” or some excuse.” Getou grumbled rolling his eyes at the thought of the other baby sitter’s he had to drop because they didn’t want to deal with his two daughters. “Oh is was no trouble at all Getou.” You knew the only reason you were babysitting these two girls was because of their fine ass daddy he was only a little older than you, this little crush can’t be that bad can it. You lived next door so you knew the family mildly well you always loved seeing the girls play outside in the yard with their father as you walked past to go collect your mail.

“Did they give you any trouble at all today they seem to like you the most out of all the baby sitters we had this week.” A small smile sneaking on to his lips as he leans against the door frame towering over you. His tight black shirt squeezing his toned body his broad shoulders and chest out on display it made you drool as your thoughts ran wild. Little did you know Getou was ogling you as well. That cute tank top showing off your chest and those leggings that showed of your ample curves he was eyeing you ready to pounce.

A shiver running up your spine his eyes darken with lust as he imagines what your body looks like underneath those pesky clothes. “No the girls were little angel’s Nanako’s a bit of a handful but Mimiko was good.” Getou gave a stifled chuckle thinking about the mess the girls put you through. “Yea Nanako gets her attitude from me so she can be a bit stubborn yup that’s my girl.” Getou says as he runs his hand through his hair a stripe of gray running through his long hair smiling proudly at his daughters antics.

You nod smiling back at him “it’s like they say like daughter like father.” “Well I should be going now.” It’s like the girls were listening into your conversation as they come running around the corner with a pout on both of their little faces looking up at you. “Y/N your leaving nooo.” Nanako whined she clung to your leg burying her face in your calves like she wasn’t going to see you ever again.

Mimiko was also pouting but she looked over to her father instead. “Daddy can Y/N stay for lunch pleeeassse.” Getou picked up his daughter in his arms with a smile kissing her forehead. “Mm maybe ..Y/N will you stay with us for lunch we’re probably gonna order out from somewhere.” Getou knew you couldn’t say no a smirk crossing his lips his eyes looking you up and down. “I can stay I don’t mind it plus I get to spend a little more time with my favorite girls! and their father”.

After lunch was served the girls were put down for their afternoon nap it was just you and Getou alone. “So Angel had the maternal bug bitten you yet being with the girls all day.” He says with a slick grin looking over at you he couldn’t take his eyes off of you even if he wanted his mind running rampant with nasty thoughts.

And then one thing lead to another you were pressed against the kitchen island Getou pulled down your tank top greedily pulling down your bra along with it. Your breast exposed him as he licks his lips running his fingers across the pebbled bud “Fuuck mama look at you.” As he latches his mouth to the other one. All you could hear was Getous mhmms and groans his tongue circling your nipples while he pinches the other one eager to hear your moans. “Getou fuuuck..mmmngh” Your eyes flutter as he continues to tease the heat between your legs growing by the second as he lets go of your nipple with a pop! And in a flash you were spread open on the kitchen table Getou pulling your panties to the side seeing your leaking mound wet just for him.

“Oh my babydoll I thought you were a good girl look at how naughty you are all wet and sopping because of me.” He teases as he rubs his thumb on your clit causing you to jolt the rough padding of his fingers against your swollen bud made you shiver. “G-Getou mmng! You try to keep your whimpers down even though the girls rooms were all the way upstairs. Your eyes fluttered as you felt his fat tongue licking at your folds switching his tongue out for his thumb as his lapped at your pussy drinking up your juices.

Your leg twitched wrapping around his head squeezing it between your thighs as Getou devoured your slit. “Getou I’m gonna—Aahhaan!” You felt Getou’s mouth leaving you cunt as he looked up at you with a grin before standing up and pulling you down from the table. He flips you over and begins kneading your ass God, this was a dream come true for him your plump ass was something he saw in his dreams every night and now he was able to fuck it. He hated the way he could look but never touch when you went on morning jogs in those tight work out clothes and when you would wear shorts to go water your front lawn and they would hug your hips.

“Get on your tip toes for me mama.” Getou said his voice husky as he pulls down his sweat pants his length smacking against his stomach a pretty bead a pre cum spilling from his slit. A hard smack hits your ass and another it was Getou’s guilty pleasure watching it jiggle as he kneads his hands into the soft globes his fingers leaving crescent marks as he pressed his cock up against your ass before grabbing your hips as rubbing his length against your puffy slit.

He couldn’t wait any longer as he pushes himself inside your tight cunt your walls gripping at his cock so hungrily you feel your pretty little head spinning feeling one thrust,two thrust,three thrust transforming into Getous pelvis smacking against your butt at a wild pace.

Your eyes fluttering as you grip at the older man’s wrist the ones that are holding you in place keeping you steady your mewls and squeaks turning into full out moans as Getou’s hips snap at a steady pace. “Oouuh goood!Getoo! Aaahaann!” Your velvety walls molding to the shape of his cock as you feel your slit becoming sensitive again “Fuuuccck Getoouu! Lemme cuuum lemme cuuum please!” Your leg buckling underneath you the feeling of your orgasm pooling in your stomach your brain melting into pleasure.

Getou rutting deep into your puffy pussy as his groans grow louder. “Come f’me mama—Hnngh! Cover my cock and show me how good mmmng!..Tell me how this dick makes you..feel I know you’ve been.. wanting this” He looks down at you with a smug smirk. Your brain was turning to mush as your moans grew louder Getou’s cock drilling deep into you each hard smack Getou placed against your buttocks the more your pussy squeezed his length milking it for every last drop. “Hhhooooh my gooood! I’m gonna—Aaahaanng! Your pussy clenched as you squirted all over Getou’s cock spraying the kitchen floor with your essence a hoarse cry escaping your throat.

Getou leaving your pretty as red and stinging as he drilled into you hole plowing watching your ass jiggle when you bounced back against him. “Getoou..Hnngh please i caaant” you whined you looked back at him through your lashes as his length kissed your gummy walls his orgasm was on its way the squelching and smack making his dick throb and pulse it was hard for him to hold back. “Ooouh that’s my pretty girl” he growled looking into your eyes his own pooling with lust for you.

Getou’s hand smacks at your ass again before snacking between your thighs to rub and pinch at your clit again causing your moan to become shrill and high pitched. God, you could barely take another thrust as you came another time coating Getou’s cock in your warm liquids. Then and there Getou’s climax arrived as he slammed into you holding yours shivering hip against his as his cock splurted thick ropes of cum in your sopping wet cunt. “ Ooooh fuuuuck babydoll I haven’t..came like..that in..years.” “That was a work out huh.”He says his breath ragged and heavy.

“If you liked me you should’ve told me so we could’ve done this sooner huh,mama.” Geto gives a grin as he pulls his pants up before taking you by hand looking down at you and leading you to sit with him on the couch your body still coming down from its euphoric high as you sit in his lap. “Also do you think you can watch the girls tomorrow you can spend the night if you’d like since your legs are as wobbly as a new born deers.” Your face flushed as you gave him a smack on the arm. “Yea..yea I can watch the girls hopefully you give me another payment tomorrow.” “Maybe I will Angel you’ll just have to wait and see” he says with a smug grin before wrapping his arms around you.

Authors note: Dilf Getou part two maybe I’m not sure yet or maybe Dilf Nanami we’ll just have to see!

#jjk #jjk Getou #jjk smut #jjk x reader #geto x reader #dilf Getou #getou suguru #getou x reader #getou x black reader #Kota ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱

[avelera]

I've been thinking about "Giving Sanctuary" and by extension how I view Dream and Hob as fathers to adult children who have died, and kind of wanted to articulate how I view them in that light, because there's a very specific kind of fatherhood I envision for both of them and it's not the same.

Think of this as sort of a "Behind the Scenes" DVD commentary for "Giving Sanctuary" :)

Dream as a father - so with Dream, I see his marriage to Calliope and his fathering of Orpheus as something he did while he was young.

Now, canonically speaking, Dream is billions of years old and 3,000 years ago is hardly younger within that span if we take that at face value. But if we don't, and we take it more that maybe Dream's maturity is more closely tied to humanity's sophistication, as the lord of their dreams, then bear with me for a second and imagine that in terms of maturity, Dream is roughly in his early 20s when he marries Calliope. (This is also slightly inspired by Tom Sturridge having become a father in his early 20s and my sense he brought some of that to his performance of Dream.)

There's a very specific energy that comes with Dream and Calliope getting married out of a certain "young love" that's technically adult but maybe not fully grown or wise yet. The kind of young love that could absolutely be destroyed by losing a child together. Years later, when Dream rescues Calliope, they feel like a couple now in their 30s who still feel fondness for one another but have understandably remained apart ever since. They're different people now, people who were fundamentally changed by the loss, and the people they are now don't necessarily have an interest in getting back together, even if they can *remember* their old happiness together.

Likewise, to me, Dream feels like someone who lost a child when he was young, perhaps so young that most people of his age (speaking in human terms) have never even had a child much less lost one. He has no peers to share the grief with. Certainly none of the other Endless have families and those that have children, like Desire, don't seem to view them parentally or affectionately, they're just pawns.

So even within his own family, Dream is unique in having had and lost a child that he cared about. He doesn't have anyone to really relate to about it and I personally headcanon that the Dream we know, the dour figure that is weary of life, whom Death is trying desperately to rekindle before he self-destructs from his own depression, came into being with the loss of Orpheus. As an adult, Dream has been shaped by a loss that happened in his early adulthood. It has given him maturity but not necessarily wisdom, rather it has left him bitter, distant, and brittle because he never properly healed from that loss or came to terms with it.

Hob as a father - in contrast, Hob feels like someone who became a father relatively late in life, and after a great deal of planning. He waited until he was well-established, rich, with a knighthood, and able to shower all his life's accumulated achievements on a child that was very carefully planned.

Then, despite doing everything right, he lost that child anyway. His son was an early adult, Hob was at the time of Robyn's death, mentally, I'd argue, a middle-aged man, and it shattered him. He "didn't go out much after that" and it sounds like, if you do the math, he didn't go out much for roughly 20 years. There is a very specific grief one hears about with parents who lose adult children, especially at an age where they don't expect to have any other children, a lifetime spent together, putting your hopes in them. Hob clearly loved Robyn, who was his only son with his by then deceased wife, leaving Hob utterly alone after having such high hopes. Parents you hear about who went through this are destroyed and never really recover emotionally. I could go into some specific examples but first of all, they're all just gut-wrenching, and second I don't want to make light of those losses, but suffice to say those accounts are informing how I write Hob.

Hob and Dream relating to one another as fathers of deceased, adult sons - Now going back into the fic a bit, there is that energy of two men of roughly the same mental (if not literal) age, one of who lost a child as a young man, one almost too young to have a family at that point (again, according to my perception, not the literal numbers) and how he relates to Hob who more recently lost an adult son while more mature himself, having waited a long time to have one.

I think on some level, Hob pities Dream all the more for perceiving that this loss hit Dream while he was almost too young to have fully enjoyed a life himself. Certainly this loss has poisoned Dream for a much longer period than Hob has been poisoned by his own. The bitterness is so entrenched in Dream by now that he almost wishes he *could* erase the memory of his family, because he's lost so much of himself to mourning them, whereas Hob still would not trade their memory because being more mature when he lost them gave him a certain relative resilience and wisdom about the world, he can cherish the memory and mourn them without wishing the pain would just go away.

Hob is also, by extension, in a slightly better place to advise Dream through his grief, even though he's technically younger, because unlike Dream, Hob always knew he'd lose them but Dream very reasonably approached Calliope and having a child with Calliope from the belief that he would never lose them both (it's arguable if he thought Orpheus would be a god or demi-god and thus immortal too but let's say for the sake of argument that he did expect Orpheus to be immortal too). He was even more blindsided by the loss that never should have happened, whereas Hob was blindsided by a loss that happened sooner than he expected.

Dream feels his mistake towards Hob was not warning Hob in advance that to have a wife and child would mean losing them, given the gift of immortality was limited. He has no advice for Hob because the entire exercise around giving Hob immortality was Dream proving the point that no one could suffer through what he has gone through, or survive eternity, without wanting to die. He is, especially within the fic, looking for confirmation of his own worldview that life is unbearable through putting Hob through the same experience. He can try to help Hob by assisting him materially and being there for him as a friend, but Dream is also learning how to do that, how to be an adult, mature partner, as he does so.

Whereas for Hob, looking out for someone else is something he has done as a mature man. He misses being a husband and father. Having Dream to look out for isn't something he has to learn how to do, it's something he has always felt more natural doing and he's restored to a stronger sense of self by having the chance to do so again.

Anyway, that's it, just a little behind the scenes DVD extra for Giving Sanctuary :)

#1689 fic #giving sanctuary #sandman meta

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

What on earth is going on & more inside info from Colonel Douglas Macgregor

We are alive to witness this family's last horrific moments together. 💔💔💔💔💔

Hamas: (your sister) went to heaven

Girl: it is much better for her there (heaven)

Boy: I wanted her to live

Did Hamas murder Yarden? 💔💔💔

This is Shiri Bibas and her children, Ariel (4) and Kfir (9 mos.) from Kibbutz Nir Oz. They were kidnapped Saturday morning along with 100+ Israelis. This is what terrorism looks like. Pray for their safety. Bring them home.

Shiri Silberman-Bibas, 30, was hiding in a safe room with her husband Yarden, their nine-month-old Kfir and three-year-old Ariel when Israel was invaded by the militants on Saturday,” noted the Daily Mail.

“Armed with just a small pistol, Yarden hoped to defend his family and their home in in Kibbutz Nir Oz as villages were raided – in an attack which saw hundreds of Israelis killed and over 100 taken hostage,” it added.

“The father texted relatives ‘I love you all’ as they sheltered, with militants firing semi-automatic weapons outside their window, according to reports. Half an hour later, he ominously wrote ‘they’re coming in’, before communication ceased.”

The family has disappeared and Shiri’s parents, Yosi and Margit Silberman, have also disappeared.

Video later emerged of Shiri holding her two children before they were kidnapped.

https://x.com/IldemocracyHQ/status/1711314337405505976?s=20

A young Israeli couple was able to hide their ten-month-old twins before Hamas terrorists broke into their home and murdered them, the New York Post reported.

Itai and Hadar Berdichevsky, both 30, were attacked in their home in Kfar Gaza, a kibbutz in southern Israel located roughly three miles east of Gaza, the Post reported, citing the Israeli outlet Walla. The parents reportedly hid the infants in a bomb shelter before being murdered trying to fight off the terrorists.

“Israeli troops rescued the unharmed babies about 14 hours later and handed them to their grandmother,” according to the report.

Israeli Ambassador to Colombia Gali Dagan has hailed the parents as “heroes” who did “everything they could to save their children,” the Daily Mail reported.

“They hid their 10-month-old twin children in the shelter while terrorists infiltrated their home,” Dagan wrote on Twitter. “Itay and Hadar were brutally murdered after bravely fighting the terrorists.”

“The babies were left alone for more than 12 hours until they were rescued. Imagine the horror. Two terrified parents doing everything they can to save their children, who are now orphaned. Blessed be the memory of these heroes,” he continued.

The Palestinian terror group Hamas launched an attack early Saturday on Israel, which has thus far killed more than 900 people and wounded 2,500, according to reports. The attack occurred on the Jewish holiday of Shemini Atzeret, the last festival of the High Holy Day cycle.

More than 100 Israelis were also kidnapped to Gaza — including women, children, and the elderly, many of whom were abused during their abductions. In response to the attack, the Israeli Airforce has struck at least 1,000 terror targets in Gaza. Israel has also mobilized 300,000 reservists in the past 48 hours as its forces continue strikes against Hamas terror targets in Gaza.

The Palestinian terror attack against Israel has been referred to as the “worst massacre of Jews since the Holocaust.”

The New York Post:

An Israeli family of five, including twin 6-year–old girls and their 4-year-old brother, were killed by Hamas – a short time after their mom messaged friends that they took refuge in a bomb shelter.

Tamar Kedem-Siman Tov and her husband Yonatan (Johnny) rushed into the bunker on Saturday with their daughters Shachar and Arbel and son Omer at their home in Nir Oz, a kibbutz on the outskirts of Gaza.

The 35-year-old woman sent her friends in Sydney, Australia, a WhatsApp message to let them know that they were safe amid rockets fired by the terrorists, The Sydney Morning Herald reported.

“Hi guys, we got into the shelter in our house, we’re all going (SIC) okay,” the message sent at 2:45 p.m. local time read, according to the outlet.

But when Tamar stopped responding later, her friends Yishai and Mor Lacob began to panic.

“It started to get really scary. We’re trying to call her, message her. We were trying to speak with people there … people we might know in this area, we were harassing everyone,” Mor told the Morning Herald.

The friends Down Under eventually got the shattering news that the entire family had been wiped out in the deadliest attack on the Jewish state since the 1973 Yom Kippur War.

The terrorists had breached the safe room and slaughtered the family in cold blood.

CNBC:

Israel bombarded the Gaza Strip with airstrikes Monday, as it continued its response to a surprise offensive by the Palestinian militant group Hamas that began Saturday morning. Israeli ministers have ordered a “complete siege” of the already blockaded and impoverished Gaza Strip, cutting off supplies of food, water and electricity to its roughly two million residents.

The Hamas attack, unprecedented in scale and scope, is the deadliest offensive that Israel has experienced in 50 years.

More than 700 Israelis have been killed in what Hamas is calling Operation Al Aqsa Flood, with at least 560 Palestinians killed in retaliatory Israeli strikes on the Gaza Strip. The total number of deaths has surpassed 1,300, including foreign nationals.

Kyle Becker:

NEW: Hamas is now threatening to execute civilian hostages and air each execution via live television.

Abu Obeida, the spokesman for Hamas’ armed wing, issued the warning in an audio recording.

“We have decided to put an end to this… we declare that any targeting of our people in their homes without prior warning will be regrettably faced with the execution of one of the hostages we are holding,” he said.

https://x.com/kylenabecker/status/1711435308657426434?s=20

NO WORDS: Hamas Savages Cutting Off the Heads of BABIES and Gunning Down Families In their Beds (VIDEO)

By Cullen Linebarger Oct. 10, 2023

The Gateway Pundit previously reported that Hamas has committed multiple horrific atrocities, including gunning down peaceful Israelis at a dance party, raping and abducting young Israeli women, and beheading Israeli soldiers. Hamas has even desecrated the bodies of their victims.

Now we have confirmation the terrorist group has sunk even lower. i24 news correspondent Nicole Zedek reported that she spoke to Israeli soldiers, and they revealed to her that Hamas terrorists are chopping off the heads of babies and gunning down families in their homes.

Yes, Hamas is literally beheading babies.

Zedek: It’s hard to even explain just the mass casualties that happened right here. Israel military officials say they still don’t have a clear number but I am talking to some of the soldiers and what they witnessed walking through these different houses, these different communities.

Babies, with their heads cut off…families gunned down in their beds. You can see some of these soldiers comforting each other. .. many of them reserves as they left their own families behind not knowing the sheer horror they were about to come to. They say they have never experienced anything like this.

Zedek goes on to say 40 babies so far have been taken out on gurneys.

Famous conservative writer, activist, and radio host Ben Shapiro shared a horrifying picture released by an Israeli artist showing a blood-ridden crib.

The reality of evil is sickening. Look at it, understanding it, and fight it. This is a picture released by Israeli artist Tomer Peretz, from a crib in Kibbutz Be’eri.

This is what Hamas did to babies. Children.

Sunnyside Baptist Church in TN prays for their pastor and family members who are currently traveling in Israel.

#israel #pray for the peace of israel #orphans #hostages #civilian hostages #hamas #ukraine

[everythinglucymaudmontgomery]

A Few Words in Defense of Poor Robin and the Time She Was Living In

It's been really interesting to read everyone's vitriol regarding poor Robin. I remember reading this book through at least twice before and never thinking of Robin as anything other than a fellow prisoner of Jane's. Is she a good mother, by no means, but I've always felt that she's doing the best that she can under the circumstances.

I think that her life is a literal living hell. She has a husband across country that she desperately loves but most likely thinks despises her because I KNOW she despises herself. She is forced to be a social butterfly by her mother and she can't even express her emotions by crying at night in her own room because her mother will be able to tell and will find some new creative way to torture her and, by extension, Jane. Her daughter whom she loves fiercely, evidently looks just like her father and is a constant reminder of what she lost/threw away. She is playing a part in a horrific nightmarish play just to survive because she doesn't know what else to do. At that time, and under those circumstances, I don't doubt that she sees living with her mother's horribleness is her best option for providing for Jane. I can't imagine how many times she has most likely visualized running away with Jane by herself but most likely is more afraid of the two of them starving to death and NO mother ever wants to remotely consider that option.

I'm also pretty sure that the time frame for this book is sometime in the 20s/30s. According to the website for the Canadian Museum of History, Canada was among the most profoundly affected countries. So add that to Robin's fears for their livelihood.

And please let's not forget that, for all of Robin's faults, Jane does not doubt that her mother loves her. I have more to say in defense of her and Jane and their secret ways of expressing love but since I don't want to give away any spoilers to those who haven't read it yet, I will refrain.

Another thing that I have found is very interesting about how Maud wrote both "The Blue Castle" and "Jane of Lantern Hill" is that she writes more strictly from one point of view. As common as that is in many books, one thing I always liked about the Anne books was that you got all of these wonderful insights into the minds of other characters. I have seen it a precious few times so far in Lantern Hill.

The reason I point this out is that most of how we are seeing Jane's life play out is from the perspective of an 11 year old. Don't get me wrong, a very perceptive (at times) and wise beyond her years, 11 year old, but an 11 year old, none the less. They are not known to be the most broad minded of people and have a tendency to color the world with a narrowness that can alter reality to some extent. We do have to take a lot of her experiences and outlooks with a grain of salt giving others the benefit of the doubt at least.

I have often found it very difficult bordering on impossible to read books from other time frames without being influenced by the modern sensibilities and customs I am used to. For example, how could Cinderella's stepmother get away with taking her own house away from her after her father died and treating her like a slave? Oh wait. This was not the 21st century, orphans were not looked at the same. In fact, most people looked at orphans as if it was THEIR own fault that they were orphans, like losing your parents makes you a bad person and not worth time or pity.

Am I excusing Robin's behavior? As a mother, NO. Do I think the grandmother should be excused. HEAVENS NO! But I do try to put myself in their shoes as much as I can and remember that this was a different time and place. Not to mention, as a sufferer of mental health issues and knowing that that was something that was not touched with a ten foot pole back then and good lord knows what genetic predisposition they had in that regards on top of living through WW1 and the Great Depression AND the Spanish Flu Pandemic!!!!

Anyway, I hope this makes some semblance of sense to my dear fellow lovers of L.M.M. It's been so interesting and enlightening getting to hear the different thoughts and outlooks from fresh readers of this little known but wonderful book.

#lantern hill book club #lucy maud montgomery #lmmontgomery #l.m. montgomery

[skz-with-stay]

hi! this is my first post on here, so please bear with me 🙂🙂.

dad!changbin head canon; 1

warnings: none

style: changbin x reader(afab), fluff, dad!changbin

word count: 530

lets go!

imagine coming home from the grocery store after a long day at work. the house is silent, which is odd because it’s only 7pm. you set the grocery bags on the kitchen counter, putting them away item by item. as you were putting the refrigerator and frozen item away, you heard soft singing coming from upstairs. once only dried goods were left, you went to go see what was going on.

turning on the hallway light, you turn the knob for vienna’s room, cracking the door open silently; only to see your husband cooing your guys’ 8 month old daughter to sleep, his back towards you. he turns on the sleepy time music machine, and progressed from soft singing, to humming, to rocking the sleeping baby back and forth in his arms. he sets her down in her crib ever so softly, not to wake up the infant that’s been cranky all day.

once she’s out of his arms, he watches his feet on the creaky floorboards beneath him. he places his foot carefully, sees the light from the hallway, looks up and sees you standing there, admiring him so dearly. you turn off the hallway light and open the door for him to exit vienna’s room. you close the door gently and walk away without saying a word. you two are now in your guys’ bedroom, sitting next to each other on the bed with a sigh.

“how was she for you today?” you say after a 20 second moment of silence.

“she was super crabby, cried about 30 times today, she ate fine but didn’t want to play, just wanted to be held… i’m surprised she didn’t take a nap today, with all of the crying, ya know… i tried to put her down to sleep around noon but she didn’t want to, you know how much i hate it when she cries because i don’t know what’s completely wrong, it pains me to hear my little girl cry… but, i love her to death, and that’s all that matters at the end of the day”

“thank you for being an amazing father to our child, i mean that… seriously, you deal with her better than i do, you have magic dad powers or something”

changbin smiles at your kind words, finding them hard to believe. you wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

“i mean it, i seriously do, you’re the best dad in the entire world, she loves you so much, i love you so much, i can’t say it enough but it’s true, we both love you so much”

he smiles again and kisses your lips. you return the kiss, smiling against his lips.

“now please rest, she’s asleep after this rough day, there’s still some groceries i have to put away, and if she wakes up, i will get her”

“i can help you with the groceries, then we can watch that movie we wanted to watch”

“i’m not asking you to rest, i’m telling you to… i wont be long now… while i’m down there, you can set up the movie”

you exit the bedroom and he smiles once more.

“god, i love you woman” he says softly while reaching for the tv remote.

#skz #dad!skz #dad!changbin #skz imagines #skz soft imagine #skz dad imagine #changbin dad imagine #skz headcanons #changbin imagine #changbin soft imagine #kpop imagine #kpop soft imagine #changbin headcanons

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Fuck it Friday!

Thanks for the tag @honestlydarkprincess @spotsandsocks ☺️☺️☺️

It feels very odd having actual writing to share with people rather than me just posting half finished paintings or embroideries 😂

This fic has me in its strangle hold and has gone from what I thought was going to be a fun little 20-30k 15 chapter fic to mark my entrance as a fic writer, to a full blown monster that looks like it will be closer to 100k and 30 chapters - make of that what you will!

Again it is unedited at the moment, but here is a little section from chapter two when we meet Margaret and Philip Buckley and yes they are just as terrible in my fic as they are in the show!!

As expected he was met with the unimpressed stares of both his mother and father. Daniel was nowhere to be seen and Buck assumed he was breaking his fast in his bedroom, tired out from expending his energy in attending the ball last evening. Buck perused the sideboard and selected what he wanted for breakfast before taking his seat at the centre of one side of the table, his mother at one end, with his father at the head. A servant stepped forward to serve him coffee before withdrawing back to stand next to the sideboard. Buck began to eat his selections while he waited for one of his parents to strike the first blow of their vitriol over his behaviour. 

He didn’t have to wait long, he was just buttering his breakfast roll when his father turned  and signalled for the servant to leave the room before turning to Buck and asking  ‘what were you thinking, leaving the assembly as you did last night and walking home on foot?’ ‘Do you deliberately spend you time coming up with new ways to vex us Evan’ his mother chimed in ‘waking home in the middle of the night, you could’ve been mugged or kidnapped. you have no compassion on my nerves and no consideration for how we appear to society with you galavanting about as you do.’ Buck looked at her as she built up a head of steam, before turning back to look down at his bread roll, when she got like this it was better to let her get it all out. He was in for a long morning.  'We are here for Daniel, to improve his health, and you constantly going off without a thought for anyone. You should be focused on helping him and putting your energy into making sure he gets well. You abandoned him at the Assembly rooms - what if he had a turn?’  

His parents continued to expound how much of a failure and a problem Buck was in their eyes, his mother getting increasingly distressed and her admonishing tone increasingly shrill while his father just sits there looking disappointed and displeased.  ‘This is your last warning Evan’ his father finally says ‘you cannot keep behaving in this manner, distressing your mother when she has enough to worry about with Daniel. You are supposed to be here looking after him and his health while we try to fins a cure and if you can’t do that I will send you back to Boston and have you put under the care of Gerrard.’ Buck looks at his father, who returns his gaze with a hard stare and Buck knows he will make good on his threat. Mr Gerrard is his fathers steward and Buck has never liked or got on with him.  A former army man, he is set in his ways with a hardline and barbaric attitude who has clipped Buck around the ear at any and all opportunities since before Buck can remember and Buck has seen him beat servants for the smallest thing. Gerrard has never had the time of day for Buck, his beady eyes always searching for any minor transgression that he can use to persuade his father of the need for punishment. He rules through fear and with the rod and Buck is fully aware that should be sent back to Boston, Gerrard would take great delight in beating Buck for any transgression, real or imagined. 

‘I’m sorry’ he says, ‘I promise I’ll do better’ ‘See that you do’ His father says over his mothers sniffing.  Having lost his appetite, Buck asks to leave the breakfast table and when his father nods as he returns to his newspaper Buck quickly gets up and leaves the room.

I hope you're enjoying these little snippets. I don't know when I'll post this to AO3 - it all depends on how productive i am becasue I don't want to start posting and then not be able to keep to a schedule 😬 or leave it as an unfinished fic!

Tagging anyone who has something to share this fine friday and hasn't been tagged!

#kym tries writing #fuck it friday #fanfic #my writing #buckley siblings time travel au #911 on fox #911 fox #evan buckley #911 abc #911 fanfic #911 fic

[kittryn]

Death

I had a nice conversation with my dad today. Growing up, I always knew he had lost a lot of people. When I attended the annual reunion for the neighborhood he grew up in, he’d always show me the memorial wall and tell me about as many people as he could. Despite there being 500+ people he could name just about everyone. He’d tell me about my grandparents I never met, about my God father, his best friend, that died when I was two, about all the kids he grew up with. I remember vividly when both he and my mom would tell me that I would’ve been the “apple of my grandparents eye”. It never really sunk in. I knew that they both, especially my dad, grew up in communities stricken with addiction and that they were old so it made sense that they knew a lot of dead people. I never understood what it must feel like, even after my mom died.

Recently, sooner than I had ever expected, I learned what it was like. Losing two younger cousins and three friends all under the age of 25 in the last two years was really sobering. I dunno I felt like I shouldn’t be seeing people die until I was at least 30 (a silly notion given that both mine and my husbands mothers died when we were young). Just last week my husband learned that one of his high school buddies, one of the only people who had treated him as an equal, had OD’ed (why is it always the good ones?).

Talking with my dad today I realized it won’t end. That as I get closer to his age, I’m 20 and my dads 66, that I’ll only lose more people. It was a pretty sobering thought. One day I’ll be the parent telling my kids and grandkids about the friends I grew up with. Especially now that I’m married and thinking eagerly about kids do I understand what having kids without my mom there will be like. I’ll tell them that would’ve been the apple of her eye (and it will be so true) and they wouldn’t really get the depth to it. Our kids won’t ever get to meet either of their grandmas.

Still, it was a nice conversation with my dad. We talked about my mom and the he went on to tell me how much of her he sees in me. It was over the phone so I did my best to not let him hear how I was totally crying (we’re not very touchy-feely lol) but it was a nice reminder that there’s still a bit of her living through me. After we got off the phone I thought about it more, about how much I learned about my grandparents through my parents, how many people I’ve told about my cousins and the wonderful people they were. I still can’t imagine living the rest of my life without these people, not getting to see them get old, but I think if I can keep their memory alive just a little bit, by remembering the good times, I’ll make it.

Death is apart of growing up, and I hate it, but the little things made it a little better. Remembering a trip to the beach or making my moms stupidly sugary smoothies keeps a little piece of them with me. Husband and I were just talking about my mom and by the end of the conversation we were both in stitches remembering her antics.

If you haven’t already today, tell your parents you love them. Call your cousin you haven’t talked to in a few months and catch up. Be grateful for what and who you have because one day one of you won’t be there. Life on this earth is too short to hold grudges and not answer calls from your dad.

#ramblings #death #family #getting older #wow I finally got around to saying how old I am lol #also #remember kids #fuck drugs #seriously not only will they ruin your life but the life’s of those you love #just go to church instead lol #also forgot to mention #but Jesus is my ultimate comforter #he’ll always be there to take the pain

[highwaytothedangerzone502]

India Lima Yankee - Chapter 31

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 3498

Warnings: Mention of death

Summary: Juliette Kazansky discovers Maverick is back in town for a special training detachment, but she's more than a little blindsided when Rooster arrives too. Having not spoken to him for almost ten years after their less than amicable break-up, Juliette can only imagine how the next few weeks are going to play out when she remains head over heels in love with him while he wants nothing to do with Juliette other than to forget her.

Or so she thinks.

Notes: Chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: Bring Me Back to Life Without You

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Juliette

Two days.

That's how many were left before the pilots shipped off. As Juliette helped her mom prepare the large meal to feed 18 mouths by setting places at the table, the sinking feeling settled in more and more. One or more of these people may not be coming home, Maverick now being included in that group. Juliette knew she'd had a part in that, even if it was Cyclone who made the final decision. Still, he never would've made it had she not suggested it.

At the thought of Maverick, she wondered where he'd gone. He'd arrived early with Juliette to help prep for dinner. Twenty minutes ago, Mav said he needed the bathroom and had yet to return. Glancing around the kitchen, dining room, and living room, even outside on the back porch, the aviator was nowhere to be seen. Juliette slipped out of sight from her mom and brothers and down the hall to the bathroom, just to make sure he wasn't actually still in there. She doubted it, and her feeling had been right. The door to the bathroom was open, and so was, strangely, the one to her father's office, albeit only slightly cracked. It'd been kept shut ever since Ice had died. 

Juliette poked her head into the room. In the golden light of the setting sun filtering through the semi-opaque blinds, she saw Maverick sitting in her father's chair, staring at a group photo of them back when she was in college. It was at her graduation. She was flanked by her father and Maverick. Bradley hadn't been able to come because of training, much to his dismay, but he'd surprised her the following week by showing up on her doorstep with flowers and tickets to a Rascal Flatts concert.

Juliette stepped inside the room and shut the door to give them some privacy. She grabbed a chair and sat across from him. "Talk to me, Mav. What's on your mind?" 

"I remember that day," Maverick said, nodding at the photo. "Your dad was so proud of you for graduating top of your class and having a job lined up with Lockheed. I remember him telling anyone and everyone on base."

Juliette smiled. "I could hear him yelling from the stands when I walked up on stage. You too."

"I was proud of you too. I think I was even prouder when you slipped and landed in a kneeling position and threw your hands up like you'd fully intended to do that."

"Whoever thought putting a tarp on the ground when girls are walking down a steep ramp to get to it in heels was a dumbass!" Juliette defended with a smile.

Maverick chuckled. "You had a hell of a bruise on your knee from that."

"I did. Rooster even asked me about it the following week."

"I'm glad you two are back together. You both seem to be better because of it."

"I think we are. He's been my rock since Dad-" A knot formed in her throat, effectively stopping all words. Rooster had spent each night with her since they'd gotten back together. Between having him around and working during the day, Juliette hadn't had time to think much about her dad or the hole in her heart from his death. It came back with a vengeance now. 

"Whether you realize it or not, you've been mine, Jules. I wouldn't have gotten that plane if not for you, nor would I be where I am now. I know it's because of you I got my position back, and-" Maverick eyed her knowingly- "I'm pretty sure you're the reason I'm flying as mission leader. Cyclone wouldn't have considered the idea unless someone brought it up to him, considering his opinions about me."

"I don't want you up there, but I know it's what you wanted. I'm not as worried about the pilots having you up there with them." Juliette clenched her jaw, her anxiety rising at the thought of her following words. "What scares me is knowing you'll do anything to protect them. Especially if you send Rooster."

A heavy silence fell between them, both thinking about the impending mission that Maverick and the pilots would deploy for in just a few days and the ramifications that could come from it. Juliette studied Maverick's face, noticing his green eyes welling with tears. Seeing him about to cry made the knot return, and it took a Herculean effort for her to speak in a steady voice. "What is it?"

Juliette followed his line of sight to another photo. In it stood Bradley and Jules, flanked by Maverick and Iceman, respectively. It was from Bradley's high school graduation, one of the last times the two men had been on speaking terms. "If I send him on this mission..." Maverick began, sniffling. He could barely look Juliette in the eye. "He might never come home. And if I don't send him, he'll never forgive me. I don't know what to do, Juliette. I know now is not the time to be thinking about this because we're about to have this dinner as a- as a way to decompress from the stress of the mission. Still, I see this photo, and I see a man who I consider my son. I see you and realize you might never see him again if I send him up, and I can't do that to you. You would never look at me the same, and I don't-"

"Mav-" Juliette reached over and placed her hand on his knee- "listen to me. Don't think about me when choosing whether or not to send him up. In the event you do, and in the unlikely event he doesn't make it back, it would not change how I see you because I know you would've done everything in your power to save him. It's not time to make the decision yet, but I know you'll make the right one, and if you need me to help you make it, I'm here."

"I know you are, but you shouldn't have the burden of helping me make that decision on your shoulders. It's not a light one to make."

"It's not, but I wouldn't offer it if I wasn't willing to help carry that burden. You don't have to bear it alone."

Maverick rested his hand atop hers. "You've done so much for me already, Juliette. I can't ask you for this too."

"You're not. I'm offering."

A ghost of a smile tugged on his lips. "Be on standby for my call when I'm on the carrier. If I need a shove to make the right decision, I know you'll do it."

"Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I've got your six, Mav. Always." Juliette squeezed his knee reassuringly, heart aching at the vulnerability in his face. She wished he didn't have to make the decision at all because he'd been through enough when it came to Bradley. Now, he had an opportunity to reconcile with him, but it came with a near impossible decision.

The doorbell rang, breaking the moment. They stood up, but before leaving, Juliette pulled Maverick into a hug, hoping to convey her support and sympathy for him through the gesture. 

"I love you, Jules. Thank you for everything," he whispered.

"I love you, too, Mav." They broke apart. "What do you say we both push aside our worries for tonight and focus on having fun?"

"Sounds like a plan." Maverick and Juliette left her dad's office, and she shut the door behind them. While Mav went to the kitchen, Jules opened the door. She found the twelve pilots and Hondo on her front porch, all carrying a homemade dessert save for Rooster and Phoenix, who both held bouquets.

"What's all this?" Juliette asked, looking at the food and flowers. 

"We wanted to bring flowers for your mom," Phoenix said, glancing at the arrangement of white roses and blue irises. It reminded Juliette of the bouquet she'd received from them, and she had no doubt the color scheme chosen for her mom was intentional. "Rooster thought it'd be nice to bring some for you too, as a thank you for the invite. The rest made desserts."

Juliette quirked an eyebrow, unable to imagine some of the pilots baking the desserts they'd brought, especially Hangman, who appeared to have made a pecan pie with the nuts placed in a neat and orderly circle spiraling outward. 

"This is absolutely amazing, and the flowers are beautiful," Juliette said sincerely, taking the bouquet from Rooster. "You didn't have to do all this, but it's very much appreciated. Come on in. We can put any desserts that need to be refrigerated in the outside fridge."

One by one, the pilots stepped inside and made their way into the kitchen. Juliette introduced her mom and brothers to each aviator, keeping a careful eye on Joey. Her eldest brother smiled as he shook each pilot's hand, but she could see the calculating look in his eyes, analyzing how much she meant to the pilots and if it was equal to how she felt about them. Joey was no idiot, sadly, and he knew there'd been an ulterior motive to this get-together. As Juliette walked past him to put her flowers in a vase, she warned him, "Play nice."

"Don't worry, Mom already warned me," he mumbled, reaching over her head for a drinking glass. Juliette took a deep breath, forcing herself not to let her brother get to her. She planned on enjoying tonight and letting his words annoy her would do nothing to help her endeavor. 

"All right, everyone!" Sarah clapped her hands, garnering everyone's attention. Grab a plate and help yourselves!"

"Cooks go first," Rooster said, motioning at the Kazansky's to dig into the array of food. The rest of the pilots agreed, so Juliette, her mom, and her brothers chose not to argue. Everyone piled their plates with food and crammed together at the table. Juliette sat between Hangman and Rooster. Maverick, her mom, and Hondo sat across from her. For the next hour, everyone ate, drank, and chatted. Even Joey, who had gone into this dinner with more than a few reservations, was joking and grinning alongside the pilots. Juliette mainly talked to those around her until she heard Payback and Fanboy mention her name.

"Are you gossiping about me down there?" she asked, staring pointedly at them.

"Just telling Joey here that you're the reason we had to do two hundred push-ups our first day of training," Payback said drolly.

"It's the last time we ever make a bet with you," Fanboy joked, pointing his fork at her. "Never underestimating you again."

"You'll never underestimate Maverick again, either," Juliette said, smiling proudly at the man across from her. 

"You had too much glee in your voice when I got shot down," Hangman remarked, smirking at her. "How'd you know Mav was going to use the sun as a blinding technique to get behind me?"

"How do you think I got the idea?" Maverick said, grinning.

"That wasn't my intention. The nickname slipped out because you-" Juliette looked up at Hangman- "were way too happy during that first fight."

Hangman snorted. "So what you're saying is if you hadn't been there, I might actually have shot Mav down?"

"Don't flatter yourself that much, Sunshine. He still would've kicked your ass."

"You sound very confident about that."

"That's because I am."

"All right, Maverick-" Hangman turned to his instructor- "one day, I want a rematch, and I want Princess here with you because whoever shoots down the other first has to do two hundred push-ups."

"Got yourself a deal," Juliette declared, offering her hand to the pilot. He shook it. "It's a good thing you work out a lot so you can handle all those push-ups."

"Dude, I'm sorry, but I'm putting my bets on Maverick and Princess," Omaha said. 

"No faith, huh?"

"Well, yeah, but it's in Mav and Jules, not you."

"Rooster tried to warn you," Maverick added, chiming into the conversation, much to Juliette's surprise, "but I interrupted him. I couldn't let him spill my secret."

"I know what you're capable of," Rooster replied, shocking Juliette even further. Her boyfriend typically tried to avoid any interaction with Maverick outside of training. For him to willingly engage in conversation with him gave Juliette the slightest hope that perhaps his resentment was slowly melting away. 

"You've all come a long way from the first day of training. I'm proud of all of you," Maverick praised, looking each pilot in the eye, although his gaze rested a fraction longer on Bradley. 

"I'm glad you and Jules are both still here leading this training detachment," Phoenix remarked, smiling at them.

Joey frowned. "Were they not supposed to be?"

Shit... Juliette hadn't told her mom or brothers about Maverick being temporarily removed from his position, nor had she told them that she'd helped him commandeer an F-18 to prove a point. Her mom and Jack would understand, but Joey would throw a fit.

"Cyclone grounded me for a day, and Juliette helped me get my place back," Maverick answered swiftly, meeting her gaze. She could see that he recognized her family didn't know what she'd done and that she wanted to keep it that way. She shot him a grateful smile.

"Still don't know how you pulled it off, Juliette," Payback mused, shaking his head. "God help the poor souls who owed you favors."

"Who on base owes you favors?" Joey prodded, locking eyes with his sister.

Juliette didn't back down. "They weren't mine. Dad told me about them in case I ever needed to use them. I simply cashed in on them."

"I still want to know what kind of favors these people owed you that let you take up an F-18 at the last minute without Cyclone's approval," Harvard added. The others, save for Maverick, Hondo, and Rooster, nodded in agreement.

Jack choked on his drink while Sarah Kazansky raised her eyebrows at her daughter. Meanwhile, Joey demanded, "You stole an F-18?" 

"No, I called in a favor with someone other than Cyclone who could get us the plane. It was all done by the books. We merely took a different, more discreet route to do it."

Jack snorted. "I'm sure Cyclone wasn't happy about that."

"No, he was not, but it's all fine now. Maverick is back where he belongs."

"So are you," Maverick said, smiling appreciatively at her.

Hangman lifted his glass. "To Maverick and Juliette!"

"To Maverick and Juliette!" the other pilots cheered, lifting their glasses. Rooster discreetly placed his hand on Juliette's leg, smiling adoringly at her. Her heart soared at the toast. As sweet and simple as it was, it meant the world to her.

The rest of the dinner went off without a hitch. Joey remained relatively quiet after discovering how Juliette helped Maverick, but she didn't care. She was having too much fun with the pilots. After picking up the dirty dishes and placing them by the sink to be cleaned later, they played a few rounds of volleyball until they'd worked off dinner. Then everyone piled their plates with different desserts and migrated back outside to the fire pit. Juliette and Rooster snagged one of the love-seat Adirondack chairs, trying to sit close enough that they could touch each other but far enough away that no one got the wrong idea about them, even though it'd actually be the right one. Juliette still didn't want them knowing she and Rooster were dating, afraid of being accused of favoritism when it came time to choose them for the mission. 

Still, as the night wore on, and as she watched the pilots laugh, joke, and chat like there wasn't a care in the world, Juliette found herself spiraling more and more at the thought of losing any of them.

Juliette couldn't stand the idea of not seeing Hangman's cocky smile or Phoenix's sly smirk that suggested she knew the secrets of everyone here. She couldn't stand the thought of not hearing Bob's sweet southern drawl or Coyote's boisterous cheers when he scored a touchdown in dogfight football. Juliette couldn't fathom not listening to Fanboy ramble on about Star Trek and all his other favorite shows and movies or Payback humming the song 'Payback' ever since he discovered that's what Juliette's ringtone for him was. She dreaded the idea of not hearing Omaha try to convince everyone that his hometown of Omaha was a great city, or Harvard and Yale playfully bickering about which of their alma maters was better, or Fritz complaining about his tech issues on his too-old laptop, or Halo gushing about her nieces and nephews.

Most of all, the ones that nearly paralyzed her with fear were the ideas of never having Rooster or Maverick around again. Juliette couldn't bear never again receiving one of Maverick's fatherly hugs and hearing stories of his antics from his younger years, or never seeing Rooster belt out to 'Great Balls of Fire,' of never seeing her boyfriend swagger into the room in the Hawaiian shirts only he could pull off, of never having Rooster's arms around her again and making her feel like she was home. 

Heat rose in her cheeks, and it had nothing to do with how close she sat to the fire. Juliette quietly excused herself, stating she needed the bathroom and was going to get more dessert. No one batted an eye, continuing on with their conversation. It wasn't exactly a lie. She did need the bathroom and wanted more dessert, but Juliette didn't head back out the moment she'd completed what she'd gone inside for. Instead, she began unloading the dishwasher, needing to give herself a mindless task, something she knew the outcome of, in order to lessen the anxiety of the unknown ending of the mission.

While Juliette put a new load in the dishwasher, she heard the sliding glass door open. If anyone asked, she already had a plan to tell them she saw the dishes and simply wanted to help her mom by getting another load going. That plan flew out the window when Rooster entered and said, "I came to check on you. You've been gone a little too long for a bathroom break and to grab some dessert, and judging by the fact you're cleaning-"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Juliette countered a little too quickly.

"You clean when you're anxious." Rooster joined her side and, much to her relief, didn't prod about what was on her mind. He probably already knew anyways. It's what was always on her mind: the impending mission and her dad's death. Instead, he silently helped her finish the dishes and clean more of the kitchen. On the one hand, Juliette wanted him to pull her into his arms and hold her, letting the stress she was holding in momentarily melt away. On the other hand, she knew if Rooster did such a thing, she would most likely break down with the thoughts that had just been in her head mere minutes ago, and she didn't want anyone walking in on that.

As they finished up and were about to head back outside, their group entered, yawning and stretching.

"I think we're going to head back," Phoenix said, setting her plate down next to the sink. "Do you need help with anything before we leave?"

"Absolutely not," Sarah Kazansky declared, shaking her head. "I want all of you to go back to base and get some rest for training tomorrow. You have a big mission coming up, and I want all of you at the top of your game for it."

"Yes, ma'am," the pilots echoed.

"Rooster, you're staying, right?" Jack queried casually. "We still need to catch up. It's been too long."

"Wait-" Coyote motioned between the two men- "you know each other?"

"Yeah. We go way back." Jack walked past Juliette, winking at her on his way as a silent 'You're welcome.' She smiled gratefully at him. They could be the best of friends or the worst of enemies, and tonight, Jack was on her side. 

"We're all old friends," Juliette added, wanting to avoid her brothers spilling the beans about hers and Rooster's past. The pilots didn't need to know that. Not yet.

With that said, no one else inquired about Rooster's relationship with the Kazanskys, and the pilots bid everyone goodnight. As they shuffled down the sidewalk, Payback and Fanboy shouted over their shoulders, "See you at training, Princess!"

"See you tomorrow!" she hollered back, grinning. While her mom, Rooster, and Jack returned inside to continue cleaning the kitchen, Juliette and Joey remained outside. They stayed there until all the aviators had gotten in their cars and drove out of sight. Then, as Jules shut the door, Jack asked, "Can we talk?"

***

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6/24/2023 DAB Transcript

2 Kings 6:1-7:20, Acts 15:36-16:15, Psalm 142:1-7, Proverbs 17:24-25

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Amelie looked to her brother, her fingers twisting in her dress.

"And you are sure the skies are clear?"

Neculai glared at his sister and didn't bother to respond going back to the book his hands. He ignored the slaves that tended to them. Nessanyn clicked her tongue at Neculai who smirked at her.

Nessanyn rolled her eyes moving to Amelie's side as she looked to the wide open darkening skies.

"If these dreams mean anything Amelie I am sure it will come true. You must be patient."

Amelie sighed and shut her eyes, easing herself into a chair.

"We spoke only a few weeks ago in my dreams. He says he wants to take me to Spring. Oh Neculai can you imagine all the beautiful flowers there??"

Neculai exhaled and regarded his sister for a long moment. He knew it was Nightborn tradition to be wary of family. But he didn't want to cultivate that belief - not yet.

Besides, he liked his sister even if she was a little too soft. Maybe perhaps she was too soft. Prythian would be good for her.

"You vow to me that if he hurts you you will call for -*

"Cobalt isn't like that! He wouldn't -"

"Amelie. He's an Asteri, his bloodline isn't easily forgotten. Vow to me."

He remembered when he went to the Blood Rite. He hadn't fought for the Crown that could have been his. He had fought for the money given to his family - his parents struggled being from a small city far from the capital. He didn't want his siblings to grow up in the hell he had.

He refused it.

30 years since Viscerys had rose to power in Prythian and brought more Asteri there. 30 years since he and the other Champions had taken their thrones. 20 years since Amelie had been born and he'd demanded his family come to court.

She was too gentle for his court, too naive. Nessanyn's mask of soft sincerity was deliberate. No one who went through what she had stayed that kind and open. Not unless they were in denial or stupid.

His thought stopped with the sudden silence, the freezing of every Valg around him Turned and otherwise. He finally rose moving to the window.

Cobalt had his father's dark hair, but the eyes he raised was all Cassandra's - a crystal, steely blue. There was no madness in his eyes but perhaps something else. An ancient power awake and searching. Both he and it stilled when Amelie made a soft noise.

The rings on her hands glinted as she touched her face.

"Oh he's filthy! Neculai order servants to run him a bath. He -"

He caught her wrist and Cobalt moved not toward the doors but directly to him.

Gaurds moved, arrows and magic pointed at him.

"Release her."

Amelie twisted to look at him where he hovered by the window. The light brighter around his body now. Neculai shoved against the magic demanding he obey, demanding he submit and kneel.

He would never lower himself before another Asteri.

"Vow to me Amelie."

She whined reaching for Cobalt. But he held firm. She twisted looking to Nessanyn. But that mask has slipped and she only stared at her coldly.

"Do as he asks Amelie. You cannot trust them."

"Are you questioning my commitment to my mate?"

Cobalt asked, his voice like gravel grinding together. He turned to Amelie his aura softening for a moment.

"I'd never harm a beautiful flower like her."

Nessanyn rolled her eyes.

"Sweet words from a bloodline of slave masters."

Amelie looked close to tears. She glanced at Cobalt.

"I don't mean these next words but I must say them. I will not alienate my blood. Yes Neculai, I vow it. I vow to call on you if - only if he harms me."

Neculai let her go, the bargain gem flaring on their wrists. A blood red gem, one to symbolize family, love, retribution.

Cobalt stepped into the balcony opening his arms as Amelie ran to him. Neculai rolled his eyes and turned away.

"Lower your weapons. I doubt they will stay."

His soldiers would not lower them till he gave the command. And Cobalt hadn't glanced up from her. Though he dragged his eyes at that. The aura and magic around him finally went away.

"May I stay? I - my parents speak fondly of your court Neculai. I - I apologize but I - "

"It's in your nature to rip the world apart? Yes we are aware of what you Asteri are like."

//For Nessanyn!!//

Had the promise not to whisk her away to the Spring court? Did he not already break that promise by wanting to stay? Fickle, reckless. She stood silence a few steps back from the scene before them, she allowed her mask to slid back into place as she centered herself.

Slowly she moved forwards, her hand resting upon Neculai's arm as she settled beside him. Her fingers gently squeezed, her gaze rose to his as her tone became low so only he could hear.

"I would not give him permission to stay beyond the pair settling, I know you love your sister, but they do not belong here." She also did not want the challenge for the power they held. Amelie needed to leave with Cobalt, he should fulfil his promise.

"After all, did he not promise her Spring."

#Muse | Nessanyn

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My Hair Journey

I was born with a head full of hair. Until puberty, I had so much hair that I couldn't grasp my ponytail in one hand. Then hairfall started. But everyone gets hairfall. It's natural to lose up to 100 strands a day, right?

Until I went to my aunt's wedding. And her brother, who saw me after a long time, literally gasped at the volume of my braid. "What happened to your hair?" I probably showed my dismay. My grandmother, bless her kindly heart, said, " Oh, she just has soft hair like her mum." That stopped the discussion, but the hairfall went on.

Then, about a year or so later, a family friend had the same reaction. " You are practically bald on the front of your head. What happened?"

I was a teen with a healthy amount of pride. I went overdrive in haircare. My mother, whose idea of haircare was oiling, tying a tight braid at night and shampooing once a week, took over. Nothing helped. Then my sister took me for a hair fall treatment in a salon. First time for me. It did help, but for a short time.

I started my own ideas. If it has been on a beauty magazine or on a website under "reducing hairloss," I have tried it. Onion, ginger, fennugreek, hibiscus, amla, henna, egg, yogurt, rice water, essential oils. Too much protein, too much moisture. Shampoo, low poo, no poo. I have spent a fortune on customised hair care and salon treatment. Then someone said getting her hair straightened reduced her hair fall. So, I subjected my fragile hair to heat and chemical. Everything makes sense when you are 20.

Why did I care? You see, I am, after all, a dark-skinned South Asian woman with large front teeth, a broad nose, and poor eyesight. Relatives were concerned about how my poor father would ever marry me off. (My 'poor' father was worried about getting me in med school. I'll give this to him. He wouldn't treat any son any better than he treats me.) Anyway, my dark skin I was born with. I mean, when a dark woman marries a very dark man, you'd think them having a fair child would be more worrisome. My teeth are not big enough for an ethical dentist to fiddle with, but it's definitely big enough to deter potential mothers in law. Same about my nose or eyes. I can't fix them. But I can fix my hair. Or so I thought.

My mother blamed straightening my hair. I couldn't make her understand that after 5 years, I didn't have any of the original straightened hairstrands. We blamed bad water quality, weather, tying hair, keeping hair loose, oiling, not oiling, shampoo brands, conditioner brands. I kept wasting money. Every salon worker would gasp when they touched my hair. I had given up by I was 30.

Then I started Minoxidil. And it worsened my hairfall. You know if you have hair fall and you wonder if you have got a baldspot after taking a shower, so you ask your roommates to have a look? Now imagine your roommate tells you don't have a specific spot, your whole scalp is bare. It's that bad. I decided to give up after 2 months. But I didn't. Then, after 3 months, my hairfall stopped. Like literally all of a sudden. My hairbrush is clear. I can run my finger through without any loose strand. My forehed is visibly shorter due to new hair growth. And I am ecstatic.

Now, don't go buying minoxidil willy-nilly. It's a medicine with clear cut indication, contraindications, and side effects. Talk to a doctor before you start any medication.

That is not the point. My parents are both health care workers. They could have taken me to a doctor anytime in last 20 years. They have taken me to a lot of doctors a lot of time gor other unrelated things. I could have gone to a doctor myself earlier. But we didn't. We knew it wasn't normal. But we accepted it as inevitable. We asked for solutions, but not from the right sources. And when that didn't work, we accepted it as "it is what it is."

Big deal, right? Hairfall. Who cares? Nobody got hurt. Except, people do get hurt. Replace hairfall with eating disorders, depression, neurodivergence, self-harm, bullying, and poor grade. Anything that can affect a teenager that parents don't quite corelate, can't get a quick solution for. So they learn to cope while grasping at straws for some sort of a solution. It's often times the teen's fault, if not by causing the problem, then at least for having the problem. You see, we adults, we don't like being disturbed. We don't like going out of our beaten track. We don't like to have more things to worry about. I know you can't help having a problem, but I have to spend money and time after it. And I don't even understand what the problem is. How it affects you. Why nothing is working. Especially when we are trying so hard. And I genuinely don't know how average parents can do any better.

Anyway, something that genuinely made me unhappy as a teen got solved. I hope what made you unhappy as a teen gets solved, too.

#hairfall #mental health