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Safe Haven (M) ~Bang Chan | Epilogue.

Pairing: SpaceRebel!Chan x WitchQueen!F.Reader Themes: Fantasy AU | Sci-Fi AU | Royalty AU | Soulmate AU | Slow Burn | Mutual Pining | Angst | Smut | Fluff. Series Warnings: Third person POV · Very loose and liberal usage of Star Wars concepts (mostly to refer to weapons and tech). you don’t need to know anything about SW to read this, trust me · Physical descriptions of the main female character such as: can visibly blush, having long hair, and being short · Violence · Swearing · Mature themes and language · Original characters · Graphic smut (later chapters) · Mentions of the members of other groups (later chapters) · No one is straight, beware · Each chapter will include its own individual warnings. Chapters marked as M (Mature) either include highly detailed violence, or smut.

Chapter Warnings: mentions of death · mentions of alcohol consumption · graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut). Word Count: ~8k | AO3

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for a 18+ audience only. Minors do not interact. ✰This chapter has been reworked as of 16/08/2023

Previous Chapter: Day 159. | Series Masterlist.

Author’s Note: i’m gonna tear up, i can’t believe this series is fully posted now. this was probably one of my most ambitious projects yet, it started as just an idea and next thing i knew three months had passed and the series was over 100k words long… anyway, if you’ve been reading as i’ve been posting, or if you’ve been reading after it was all posted, thank you ! i hope you enjoyed the ride and i hope you had as much fun as i did with it :) (don’t shy away from dropping in my ask box any comments or curious questions you might have, i love talking about safe haven and its lore lol).

Smut warnings: handjob · nipple play [F.Rec] · fingering [F.Rec] unprotected penetration [piv] · cockwarming · creampie.

Disclaimer: the story presented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

“Chris… Wake up”.

The Queen was frantically trying to wake Chan up, which only made him whine and turn around away from her in his sleep.

“Christopher Chan, wake up!” With a tight grip on his shoulder, she started shaking him, which finally got his attention.

“...What, love?” His words came out slurred, and his voice was groggy with sleep.

The room was still dark, save for the twin moons’ light filtering through the drapes hanging over the windows of their chambers. Her Majesty stood up from the bed. The sudden lack of her warmth next to him shocked Chan’s senses, finally waking him up. “What happened? Are you okay?”

She hastily got herself into a robe, and tied it messily around her waist. “The Frequency’s calling. A baby’s been born into the royal line”.

Her words came down on him like a bucket of cold water, waking him up fully. He flung himself from their bed to get into a robe of his own right as she was darting out the door. Freyja just looked at them from her corner of the room, where she’d been sleeping before the ruckus, looking utterly offended by their interruption.

They ran through the corridors of her wing, although Chan wasn’t really sure where they were running to, he just followed her wherever she went. As they moved, her words sunk into him…

A baby…

Sure, they had discussed babies–adopting one, mostly, if a kid ever needed them. Considering how dire the last biological child of a ruler went, the Queen was adamant on not having children of her own. Which was fine by Chan. Even if he loved kids, he had no real desire to bring a child of his own into this world, he was truly content with his life just as it was.

Regardless, as they had explained it to him, the High King was the one in line to adopt the next ruler that was born into the royal family. Which was information he was glad to have. Had he not known, he would’ve been shitting bricks at this very moment.

They were about to turn left around a corridor when the High King himself suddenly appeared out of it, and Her Majesty crashed into him with a loud ‘Oof’. He was also just wearing a robe, clearly having been woken up in a similar fashion to the Queen. Hoseok was right behind him, also half naked in the middle of the corridor.

Holding the High King’s upper arms tightly, the Queen’s eyes frantically scanned his face, just as her words rushed out of her mouth. “You’re gonna be a dad”.

“I’m gonna be a dad”, he repeated, with wide eyes. His voice was slightly airy. “Holy fucking shit, I’m gonna be a dad. What am I gonna do? I’m a horrible person! I can’t have a child!”

Hoseok was about to say something, but his words died on his tongue with the sudden loud smack that resonated in the corridor. The High King brought a hand to his face, where the Queen had slapped him.

Her Majesty brought her hands back to His Majesty’s shoulders, and gripped him tightly. “Don’t panic. You’re gonna be a great dad. You love kids, you’re responsible, and caring in your own way”.

Wrapping his arms around the High King’s waist, Hoseok pulled His Majesty to him. With his chest flush to his back, Hoseok rested his chin on the High King’s shoulder just as the Queen moved away from them.

“We are going to be dads. You’re not alone, sweetheart”, Hoseok sounded much more confident than His Majesty did. His eyes were glossy and sparkling with love and adoration when he reassured his partner.

“Holy shit, we’re gonna be dads”, an incredulous laugh passed His Majesty’s lips, and he turned around so he could hug Hoseok tightly against him.

Chan felt warm, and his eyes watered slightly at the sight. Draping an arm over the Queen’s shoulders, Chan pulled her to his side and placed a kiss on the top of her head.

“You are gonna be an aunt”, he whispered against her hair.

Her Majesty chuckled, turning in his hold to hug him close by the waist and murmur against his shoulder. “And you are gonna be an uncle”.

Chan and the Queen weren’t married, but they might as well be.

They had discussed it many times in the past, but it was something they just hadn’t done to this day. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to, they just never truly felt the need to.

Everyone already knew they were together–or, at least, Chan hoped everyone knew, considering they’d been very publicly together for four years already. He was even living in the castle, sharing her chambers, and, in a way, filling in the role of Prince Consort for political affairs when needed, even if they hadn’t married yet. Which was extremely amusing to him, since he was still pretty much working as a ship repair engineer with Talboot.

As it turned out, just as the Queen had predicted when they had officially started their relationship all those years ago, Chan was really good at filling in that role. It wasn’t that different from being the leader of a rebel unit, if he were honest.

He had the advantage of having Hoseok there with him. Since he’d gone through the same changes, the man was able to point Chan in the right direction when needed. He wasn’t sure if it was the same in other monarchies, but when it came to his Queen and her brother, it was just so easy to fall into their dynamic, to follow their lead and guidance when needed, that Chan felt no reservations when he started to be more present in their numerous commitments.

“Holy shit, we need to go”, the High King removed himself from Hoseok’s frame, and turned to the Queen. “We can’t go like this, my dear. We should at least get presentable”.

Her Majesty chuckled, shaking her head slightly. “Fine. Let’s meet in thirty minutes here again. It’s gonna be quite the trip… Seems like it’s further north, isn’t it?”

He hummed, and his eyes zeroed in on Chan.

“Channie, you’re coming, right?” The High King’s eyes were pleading, which almost made Chan laugh. He hadn’t really thought if he was supposed to go or not, but the man clearly wanted all the support he could get, and who was Chan to deny him of that?

“Of course I will, Your Majesty”, Chan answered confidently, tightening his hold around the Queen.

The dungeons of the castle were by far the only unwelcoming place within the structure. They were dark, musty, and the air was heavy with magic.

After four years of living surrounded by magic, Chan had somewhat become attuned to it, even when he wasn’t a magic wielder himself. It wasn’t like he could sense magic per se, but he could always feel the Queen’s magic around him, and this place was full of it.

There weren’t many prisoners in the dungeons. In fact, there was only one–the Charmer himself, Ike.

Chan had come here only a handful of times throughout the past four years, and he did it only because he wanted to be there to give some emotional support to the Queen. Every time she talked to the man, it was as if her old wounds opened again, as if she regressed back to her teenage years when he had killed her parents, when he had almost killed her, so Chan couldn’t bear to leave her on her own.

Even if the last thing he wanted was to see the Charmer’s face, he would always ask to go with her. Which was why he was here right now, standing by the dungeon’s entrance, with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes trained on the Queen as she walked towards Ike’s cell.

“What do you want?” Her tone was flat, if only a little harsh when she addressed the man.

Ike was sitting on the ground of the cell with his back against the wall. He’d been well fed all these years, but he’d clearly lost a good amount of muscle mass, which left him looking just like a regular dude, if only a bit too thin for someone his height.

As the Queen had explained it to Chan, the bracelets around his wrists, the anklets around his ankles, and the thick choker around his neck negated his magic completely. They made it so he could no longer pull from the moon–nor any other element–to harbour his power, which was probably why he had become so withered.

“Ah, you’re still carrying around your foreign lapdog?” Ike was eyeing Chan with a wicked smile on his lips, almost snickering. “How’s daddy?”

Sometime after he was imprisoned, Ike had learnt about Chan, about his past and the Charmer’s own involvement in it, and since then, the man made it a point to remind Chan and the Queen of what he’d done to Chan’s family any time they were in here.

Chan clenched his teeth, noticing the way the Queen’s hands curled into tight fists by her sides, and, as he looked at her, he didn’t care about the Charmer’s taunts, all he cared about was for her to not let his words affect her. Sure, Her Majesty had finally gotten full control of her powers, so she no longer had random outbursts when provoked, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t actively try to hurt him.

“What do you want?” She asked again, her tone still flat. “I don’t have all day, Ike”.

“So, a baby…” Ike let out a wicked laugh. “Whose will it be? Yours? Or my dear little brother’s?”

The Queen tensed a bit, but her tone didn’t relent. “It’s none of your business. You left, remember? You killed our parents and left. Whatever happens with the royal family, with my family, is not of your concern”.

Ike chuckled. “Oh, but how could I not be curious when the Frequency still reaches me?”

“It only does because you’re here. It doesn’t mean anything”, Her Majesty was tense, but she was speaking with confidence, and Chan felt a great deal of respect towards her for it.

“Maybe you’re right”, he shrugged as his fingers lightly drummed where they rested on his bent knees.

“Is this why you so eagerly asked to talk to me? For family gossip?”

“Yes, family gossip. But not about the royal baby”, Ike took a deep breath. “For the record, I still hate you. I still think you don’t deserve to rule, much less harbour the Shadows–”

“That’s bold of you to say, considering I’m standing here, harbouring the Shadows because they accepted me, because I am them, while you’re sitting in there”.

“–But, all this talk about babies…” Ike disregarded the Queen completely, ignoring her comment altogether. “Made me realise I do have one regret in life…”

Her Majesty tensed, and Chan had the urge to walk closer, but he resisted it, knowing she didn’t want him to be too close to the man in the cell.

Ike scanned the Queen’s face from where he sat, keeping silent for a moment before he finally spoke again. “I laid with a Liralean woman who had migrated to Ursis, and she had a son five years ago. My son. I left them a few weeks after he was born, so I assume he doesn’t know who I am. I wanted to come back once I had fulfilled my goal… Clearly, I couldn’t do that after you so rudely ambushed me”.

A deafening silence fell in the room. Chan’s eyes widened at the confession. When they were on their way here, the Queen and Chan had discussed that perhaps Ike was going to ask to be released–again–or that maybe he’d just try to get her to have an outburst, but this was something they clearly didn’t prepare for.

“Why are you telling me this?” Her Majesty’s voice was barely a whisper, clearly taken aback by the whole thing.

Ike shrugged, and his face was completely serious. “If I’m going to rot here, at least I want to see my kid. Even if just once”.

The Queen turned around, and started walking towards the exit without saying another word. Chan knew that face, it was her guarded face, and she was clearly making an effort to not let her emotions show when she spoke to Ike. Right as she reached Chan by the entrance, Ike spoke again.

“What? You’re not gonna give a dying man his last wish? How rude…”

She stopped, her eyes found Chan’s, and she took a deep breath. He reached for her hand to hold it in his, and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“You’re not a dying man”, the Queen turned to look at Ike, her hand still in Chan’s, slightly trembling–whether it was because she was nervous or because she was completely furious, Chan couldn’t tell.

“Yes, well… Sitting here, I might as well be”.

“If you really care about this child of yours, the best thing you can do for him is never meet him. He’ll grow up just fine without having his crazy, murderous father by his side”, she turned back towards the exit, holding Chan’s hand firmly and tugging him forward as she walked.

Just before they reached the stairs, they could faintly hear Ike shouting in the background ‘Have you got no heart, wench? At least think about it’. Tugging on her hand, Chan walked towards the stairs and started climbing them to get as far away from the man as possible.

“Well… That was certainly something…” Chan commented as soon as they were back outside, squinting slightly, since the sunlight was almost blinding him after spending a while down in the dungeons.

“What a fucking jerk… How convenient, now that a royal baby was born he suddenly wants to reunite with his son? Bullshit”, Her Majesty moved forward with heavy steps, still holding onto Chan’s hand.

He followed suit. “Are you gonna tell your brother?”

“Hell, no. At least not yet. He’s got more important things to worry about than Ike’s mind games”.

Stopping his movements, Chan tugged on her hand to get her to stop as well. “Don’t let him get to your head, love”.

Her eyes scanned his face for a moment, and her façade eventually crumbled under his gaze as worry finally painted the features of her face. Moving closer, she wrapped her arms around Chan’s waist, and buried her head in the crook of his neck, just as his arms came to rest on her shoulders, and pulled her closer to him.

“Thank you for coming with me…”

Chan chuckled softly against her hair before he moved to press a kiss to her forehead. “How could I not? I must fill in my role as your lapdog!”

“Gods, don’t even joke about that”, she let out a tired sigh. “I almost blew his head off, I swear…”

Chan laughed at that, pulling himself out of her hold. “Come on, let’s go to the Bloom Bakery and stuff ourselves full of sugary treats. We deserve it”.

After taking a hold of her hand, he pulled her along, leaving the entrance to the dungeons behind them.

As it turned out, the inclusion of a new member of the royal family was one of the few things that were actually celebrated extensively throughout the whole planet.

Especially designed banners hung from every lamp post, some people even hung them from their house’s windows, and different types of desserts and spirit drinks were prepared throughout the towns to welcome the new member of the family.

When the four of them had travelled north to meet the baby, they had found her being taken care of by some old ladies in a temple. With a mop of black hair and tanned skin, the royal baby reached for His Majesty as soon as he hovered over her little cradle.

‘She’s so small…’ The High King had mumbled back then, bringing her into his arms right after. He was a tall, bulky man, which certainly made his daughter look incredibly tiny in his arms. That fact was highlighted even more the moment Hoseok, who was also tall and bulky, stood by his side to coo at his daughter as well.

Chan must admit that he might’ve shed a tear or two at the sight, completely endeared by the entire thing. Much like it happened to the Queen and the High King–and those before them–her mother had passed shortly after birth, so that same night, they had taken the little baby back to the castle with them.

It was tradition for a grand ball to be held when a new member was born into the royal line, so the High King and Hoseok–as the fathers of the baby–had prepared just that. They invited people from all over the planet to the castle so they could celebrate the birth of their daughter together.

Food, music, fancy and not so fancy dressing gowns… It was quite the event. Those that arrived much later and couldn’t fit inside the ballroom, settled to celebrate in the castle town. The place was booming with life as people drank, ate, and danced all around.

Chan was, admittedly, a bit overwhelmed by the amount of people and the noise. The Queen had to greet a new group of people that made their way into the room, and seeing the look on Chan’s face, she simply smiled at him and told him she’d be fine, that he should leave for a bit if he wanted–which he was immensely grateful for.

So Chan left the ballroom, moving around the ocean of people to find a less crowded area in the castle.

As he moved along, he stumbled upon a man, and just as he was about to apologise, he found himself staring at Skallarg, that old man that almost chopped his hands off on his first day here.

Chan being Chan, regarded the old man with his best shit-eating grin, offering a ‘Ah! Skallarg! It’s good to see you again’, relishing the way the man visibly gulped and his right eye started to twitch.

‘Ah, Chan, wasn’t it?’ There was restraint in Skallarg’s voice, and Chan was admittedly having a field day.

He simply hummed in response, nodding in Skallarg’s way and regarding him with a ‘I must go now, but I sure hope you continue to enjoy the celebration of my niece’s birth!’ before he went on his way.

As he walked away, Chan couldn’t help but revel in how the man’s face went red with rage when he said that.

He crossed many corridors, each a bit less crowded than the last, and when he thought he’d found the place he was looking for, he stopped in his tracks at the sight of Wang Eun and Minho eating face behind one of the wolf statues.

‘About damn time’, Chan whispered to himself when he started to backtrack.

Minho and Wang Eun had gotten extra annoying lately, with their painfully obvious flirting, and the cryptic phrases thrown at one another.

Until one particular day Changbin got fed up and told them to ‘Just fuck already and stop making me watch you make a fool of yourselves’.

If there was anyone in this world that could keep up with Wang Eun’s philosophy around relationships, it was Minho–or at least that was what Chan thought, so he wasn’t really surprised to see them there.

Removing himself from the crime scene, Chan made his way to the furthest corridor he could find next instead. Until, he finally found an empty balcony where he could enjoy some of the cool evening breeze.

He didn’t know how long he stood there, just enjoying the sight of the twinkling stars, and the two almost full moons in the sky. Noise and ruckus could still be heard from far away, but it wasn’t overwhelming or bothersome, so he quite enjoyed the almost silence of the night that mingled with that ever-present hum in his ears at this moment.

After a while, Chan felt a presence approaching, but he didn’t really need to turn around to know who it was.

As he rested his elbows on the stone balustrade of the balcony, a pair of arms sneaked around his waist. The sudden warmth against his back was familiar and welcoming.

“Hey”, the Queen whispered in his ear, resting her chin on his shoulder.

Chan brought a hand to one of her arms, and softly caressed her skin. “Hey, you”.

With her chest pressed firmly against his back, Her Majesty tightened her arms around his middle. In this position, a quick flashback of the night they first kissed in the castle’s pool played back in Chan’s mind, bringing a smile to his face.

“You okay?” She pressed a soft kiss on his neck, and goosebumps immediately rose under her lips.

Pulling on her arms, Chan exerted just enough pressure to get her to release her hold, enough for him to turn around. His hands rested on her waist briefly, only to slide them down to the small of her back almost right after. Her arms crossed behind his neck, letting him press her closer to him.

“I’m fine”, and he was, truly. “Just wanted some fresh air”.

The Queen hummed, scanning his features for a moment, until her eyes settled on his lips. “You sure?”

Chan just chuckled, and leaned in to kiss her.

It was almost crazy to him how even after four years, he could still hear that hum intensify in his skull every time she came close, and how his heart would flutter. Even now–as their lips moulded together, just like they’d done countless times already–her warmth spread to every fibre of his being, from the crown of his head to the tip of his toes.

The light scratch of her nails on his scalp as she threaded her fingers in his curls made him hum, and that fire deep within him suddenly ignited. With the first tug of her hand on his hair, Chan pulled away from her lips. The kiss was getting into dangerous territory, and they unfortunately still had a long night ahead of them.

A pout formed on her lips, which made him chuckle.

“Needy, love?” Pressing her further into him, Chan’s hands dipped lower on her back, just the tiniest bit.

“Maybe”, she pressed a trail of kisses from his cheek, to his jaw, to the soft, tender flesh on the back of his ear.

The action made Chan inhale a shaky breath, and his fingers lightly dug in the small of her back. “You’re dangerous, witch…”

The Queen chuckled, and her breath fanned over the skin of his neck, raising goosebumps upon contact.

“Isn’t that why you love me?” She pulled away from his neck to look him in the eyes, with a soft smile lighting up her features.

“One of the reasons”, he admitted. “Why? Do you want a list? I can pull out my list right now if you want”.

“Depends. Is my bum on the list?”

“It’s in the top 5 for sure”, Chan was serious when he spoke, which only made her laugh. The sound, coupled with the mirthful look on her face, made it so Chan couldn’t hold it in anymore, so he broke into a laugh as well.

As their laughs died down, a comfortable silence settled between them, and, for a moment, all they did was look into each other’s eyes.

Chan could feel the words bubble on his tongue, the question that had been floating around in his head for a long time, but he hadn’t gotten the courage to ask.

Maybe it was the joyous celebration that’d been taking place the past few days, or maybe it was the influence of the twin moons on him. Regardless, he felt courageous tonight.

“Would you like to be fully bonded to me?”

There was no hesitation in his voice, he was completely serious, and the moment the words left his mouth, it felt like a weight had finally been lifted off of his heart. Now, it was up to her to decide.

Chan and the Queen had known of their bond for a long time, since even before Chan moved in to the castle.

One night, during one of their many pillow talks on their now shared bed, Chan had told the Queen how he’d often feel as if there had been a bee floating around in his head whenever she was close, to which she responded by sitting up suddenly, and with shocked words of ‘You feel that, too?’ flying quickly past her lips before she frantically scrambled to her feet and out of bed.

A quick look at an old book forgotten in her study confirmed her suspicions, which made her literally facepalm herself at how long it’d taken her to realise.

The act of bonding was something solely reserved for people like Chan and the Queen–or like Hoseok and the High King.

Only those who’d been granted a bond by the moons would be able to perform the ritual. Bonding with someone was something that went beyond marriage, and that was recognised as such.

So, bonding with the Queen would mean that Chan would become part of the royal family. He’d officially become Prince Consort, he’d be added to the royal tapestry, and Hoseok’s title would change to High Prince Consort. All of which, Chan didn’t give two shits about.

He didn’t care about titles, nor having people recognise his union with the Queen. All he cared about was her, of being tied to her for the rest of his days. The moons had been calling him lately, igniting a primal need within him. And if they were calling him, they were surely calling her, too.

Her Majesty looked at him for a moment, with her eyes round in surprise, darting all around his face as if to make sure he was serious about it. Chan’s heart was beating fast in his chest, and the silence was deafening as he patiently waited for her response. Right before his brain hit the emergency button, he saw the genuine smile light up her face–only for a brief moment, though, since she connected their lips immediately after.

With her kiss and her tightening hug he could hardly breathe, but Chan didn’t care. Even if the Queen hadn’t given him an answer, he already knew. He could feel it in every graze of her tongue, in the way her hand gripped his shirt, in the all-consuming warmth emanating from everywhere she touched.

The Queen pulled away from the kiss, but kept her face close, gently brushing her nose against his. The tender gesture made his heart swell in his chest.

“Are you sure? You’d have me on your skin forever… Forever’s a long time”, her voice was barely a whisper, the implication that she’d think Chan wouldn’t be happy with that decision pulled at his heartstrings, almost unpleasantly, but he decided to ignore it.

Chan kissed her, a brief, chaste kiss. Instead of answering, he decided to ask, “what do you think about it? Or rather, how do you feel about it?” He added, lightly drumming his fingers on the small of her back.

Her Majesty went quiet for a few moments as she gathered her thoughts, keeping her hand on the back of his head, mindlessly playing with his hair.

“When I think of you having me on your skin forever…” She pecked his lips briefly. “Makes me feel warm. I feel like my heart grows ten sizes. And knowing I would have you on my skin forever… feels like that tenfold. Bond or no bond, thinking that I’ll be spending the rest of my life with you just makes me feel so full of love… so full of you”.

Chan hummed, lightly brushing his nose with hers before leaning in to press a kiss to her lips.

He wholeheartedly agreed with the Queen’s description of the feeling, since her words expressed his own feelings perfectly.

Chan had no doubts in his mind, he’d never had them. He was certain that he’d never get tired of this, of having her close, of being able to display his affections, of her.

So, he pulled back from the kiss, confidently, lovingly, adoringly looking her in the eyes. “Then you know my answer to your question, love”.

Her Majesty giggled. Her eyes were full of love and care, and her face glowed with joy.

“I do want to, Chris, my darling. I’d love to be fully bonded to you”.

The bonding ritual was to be performed in a very specific spring up in the mountains. So, in the afternoon, before night fell and the two full moons were going to be shining bright in the sky, Chan and the Queen hopped onto a speeder, and made their way through the forest and up the mountain. Chan drove until the forest got so thick they had no other option but to walk.

“Jeongin’s finally getting his engineering licence”, Chan said as they walked through the trees.

“About damn time”, the Queen chuckled. “He’s smart, but my Gods is he lazy sometimes…”

“Yeah… At least now he can actually work on ships instead of doing paperwork only. It was eating him alive, and Talboot was getting tired of his whining”.

“I’m happy for him, though”, the Queen smiled as she swatted a tree branch away from her face. “I saw Felix this morning, by the way. He needed some help with this potion he’s developing. I’m still amazed at the ingredients he uses, sometimes I don’t even know how they actually work that well”.

Felix had moved to a town further south to become the apprentice of a friend of the High King’s. There, he’d been mastering his potion skills. Funnily enough, Felix was quite adept at potions–even if Chan still held a grudge from that time he dyed his hair fire-red by mistake. Felix had really come a long way, and he genuinely felt proud of his friend.

Chan ducked under a few branches as he kept moving. “Did you shadow travel to him or…?”

“Nah, he appeared here for a bit and then left again. He was sad he couldn’t see you”.

“Well, if only he didn’t come when I’m at work every time then maybe we could see each oth–Shit!” Chan tripped with one particularly thick root, and almost fell on his face.

“Gods, my love, you okay?” Chan simply let out a breathless ‘M’fine’ to answer the Queen’s question as he straightened himself. “I don’t like this. Wish I could shadow travel to the damned cave. At least we’re close-ish…” she said simply, trying to not fall as well with all the intertwined tree roots littering the ground.

By the time they’d reached the cave they were looking for, it was already dark out. The Queen conjured a bunch of orbs of light to illuminate their path, and the things finally settled around the walls of the cave once they entered it.

The cave was spacious, with walls carved in the shape of pillars. Towards the farthest end, there was a wall covered in runes. Water was spilling from random holes in it, and falling into a spring right below it.

It felt slightly humid there, but the gaping hole in the ceiling of the cave kept the area well ventilated. The hole also provided a lovely view of Lira Le’s evening sky, twinkling stars greeted them, and half of one of the twin moons showed its head.

The Queen briefly looked back at Chan with a smile on her lips, only for her to look forward towards the spring right after, and started to slowly remove her clothes. Her shirt came off first, and just the view of her nude back already tempted him to reach out and touch her, but he stayed put. Her boots and her trousers followed soon after.

The sight of her completely naked was, still to this day, a treat to Chan’s eyes. It caused blood to rush from his head to his already interested cock.

Since Her Majesty had successfully harboured the Shadows, and her magic was no longer volatile, the tattoos all over her body had become less dense. Chan could now see more spots of bare skin peeking between the runes that spread over her form. These days she kept her chest and neck almost entirely bare, most of the ‘ink’ was spreading over her limbs and part of her back.

Chan honestly didn’t have any strong feelings about the change. Covered in runes, bare, he truly just adored any and every one of her facets equally.

As soon as the Queen got rid of her clothes, she dived into the spring, and resurfaced moments later to look at him, regarding him with a teasing look in her eyes.

“What? Are you chickening out already?” She taunted, which only made him scoff as he snapped out of the almost trance he’d been in.

Chan removed his clothes in record time. His hands were slightly trembling with excitement as he got himself bare. He realised then just how much he wanted this, to formalise their relationship forever–not like he didn’t know it before, but being here solidified his decision completely.

The moment Chan dived into the spring, he started to feel tingly all over, and he wondered if it was part of the whole experience, just like that ever-present hum now reverberating a tad louder in his skull might’ve been.

The water was warm, much like the castle’s pool usually was. It was a perfect contrast against the cool evening air coming from the hole in the ceiling of the cave.

Chan broke the surface to find the Queen’s form already in front of him, and his hands found purchase on her waist to pull her body flush against his. Their lips connected almost immediately, their tongues found each other, and moved against one another with practised ease as her fingers threaded in the hair at the back of his head to tug him even closer to her.

Pulling back from the kiss, Chan’s hands moved from her waist to rest on the curve of her ass, while her hands moved to his shoulders, and the Queen started gently massaging him, just like she often did.

“So, now we just wait?” Chan asked, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

“Now we just wait. Both moons need to be at their highest, we need to be able to see them both from the hole above”, the Queen pressed kisses on Chan’s neck, and goosebumps rose on his skin wherever her soft pecks landed.

Chan hummed. He, admittedly, got a bit distracted when his hands started massaging the supple flesh of her bum, especially when her grip on his shoulders tightened the slightest bit while he fondled her. Her shaky intake of breath didn’t go unnoticed, and the action fuelled a wave of lecherous thoughts that clouded his reason immediately. “What should we do to pass the time, then?”

With a chuckle, the Queen pressed a kiss on his jaw before moving her mouth close to his ear. “Play a game of charades, clearly”.

Her palm pressed against his erection, and his hips instinctively bucked forward to get a bit more friction. Chan turned his head, so their mouths could meet in the middle in a heated kiss, just as she wrapped her hand around him.

Slow, languid pumps teased him, his senses zeroed in on the feeling, and she tightened her grip just slightly, in the exact way she knew he loved.

One of his hands stayed on one of her buttock, massaging and groping the flesh as much as he wanted, while the other moved further up, until it found the soft skin of her breast. He squeezed the tender flesh briefly, just before the rough pad of his finger grazed her jewelled nipple, making her moan softly, almost quietly against his lips.

It didn’t matter how many times he heard it, every time she moaned, groaned, or cried out from his touch, his heart would overflow with joy, and his cock twitch. The Queen knew it, too, so she let herself enjoy his touch and show him how much she liked it every single time.

“What a weird game of charades”, Chan mumbled when their lips disconnected, just as his thumb and index finger pinched and twisted her nipple in just the exact way he knew she loved.

Her laugh melted into a strangled moan, and her hand stilled around him. Meanwhile, his fingers continued their attack on her chest, his other hand soon joined the fun as well to provide equal attention to the unattended breast.

“Fuck, I…” She was trying to come up with a response, he knew it. But the words died in her throat the moment he dived in to press kisses on the sensitive curve of her neck. While his hands worked her chest in unison, his hips lazily moved to get some friction from her now still grip around his length.

“What was that?” Chan couldn’t help but tease her, and his lips moved up from her neck to find the shell of her ear and lick it softly.

“I–Ugh… I don’t–don’t even know anymore”, she pouted, taking in ragged breaths.

“Always so sensitive, my love…” Chan chuckled, placing a soft kiss on her cheek bone. The gesture was tender, even if what was happening below the waterline was anything but.

“Just love it when you touch me”, she whispered against his mouth, just before she leaned in to kiss him.

Chan hummed in agreement. He loved to touch her, too.

Placing her free hand on his shoulder, Her Majesty used it as leverage to hoist herself up, releasing him from her grip with the movement. Her legs wrapped around his middle, her arms rested on his shoulder, and pulled him close. Chan’s hands moved from her breasts with the motion, his arm came to wrap around her waist, and he pressed a hand between her shoulder blades to pull her flush against him.

Their kiss was slow, sensual, expert tongues moving against each other. Their noses brushed slightly, tenderly, with every change of angle. They just kept it that way for a while, savouring one another, sharing their love, just like they had done countless times in the past four years.

Eventually, Chan moved, his hands found purchase on her bottom, and he made a beeline to one of the protruding surfaces on the side of the spring below the water. He carefully placed her down, and her legs loosened their grip around his waist a bit so she could get comfortable in her new seat.

Chan released her mouth, and moved to press a tender kiss on the apple of her cheek. His fingers teased her slit with slow movements, until he finally found her clit and started drawing circles on it.

“It’s crazy to think this place was built to fuck”, his lips attached to her neck. With his free hand, he started teasing one of her nipples, pressing kisses wherever his mouth would fall.

Her Majesty chuckled, slightly breathless as the movement of his hands picked up. “We don’t have to fuck, you know? It’s not like it’s mandatory”.

“Oh, but we will”, Chan laughed, starting a trail of kisses from her neck, all the way up to her ear. He tugged on her earlobe with his teeth, and the hand on her clit finally moved lower to stuff her full with two of his digits.

Her mouth seeked his, and he turned his head to catch her lips with his own as kept stretching her open. Soft whines spilled from the Queen’s lips, his fingers on her chest continued gently pinching her nipple, while his thumb started to rub her clit.

Every graze of her tongue against his own further kindled that fire within him. Every whine, every moan, and her tight, warm walls around his digits tempted him, and the need to have her crumbling under his touch was certainly increasing by the minute.

When Chan pulled away from her mouth, he felt air escaping his lungs at the sight.

“So pretty, my love…” He pressed a loud kiss on her lips, making her laugh breathlessly while his fingers worked her up.

“Darling, please… Wanna feel you…” She whispered against his mouth, between pecks of her lips.

“What? Are my fingers not enough?” His fingers curled up to hit that area within her walls that had her moaning and squirming with his touch.

“Shit…” The Queen chuckled, sinking her fingers into his shoulders, gripping him tightly. “I can’t believe you’re trying to tease me when we’re about to bond”.

“Tough luck, love. You’re about to be stuck with me forever”, Chan chuckled, pulling his fingers out from her core as he pressed kisses around her face.

“Willingly and proudly”, there was a soft smile on her lips when she said it. She brought one of her hands to the back of his head, and pulled him closer, finally sealing her words with a kiss.

Heat spread on his face, but he decided to ignore it. Holding his length in his hand, Chan gave it a few pumps, pulling away from her kiss to line himself with her entrance.

Slowly, his cock diligently stretched her walls, while he looked deeply into her eyes, and relished the feeling of her wrapping snugly around him, relishing the look in her eyes as he did. The hold of her legs around his middle tightened, bringing him even closer, and she pressed a brief kiss on his lips before pulling back to look him in the eyes again.

One of the twin moons came fully into view from the hole above their heads, illuminating the space completely. The orbs of light conjured by Her Majesty were now perched only towards the entrance of the cave, further away from them.

Right there, naked under the moonlight, stuffed full of his cock, the Queen was glowing. Her twinkling eyes looked at him with such care and love Chan thought he might’ve blown his load right then and there.

“You’re so warm”, Chan pressed a kiss on her lips, making her chuckle. “So warm, and tight, and beautiful, and mine… Driving me fucking crazy, fuck”.

Neither of them moved, Chan stayed buried to the hilt in her, while her legs around him kept him in place. They kissed as much as their hearts desired. There was no real rush to get anything done, for the time being, they just enjoyed the feeling of their naked flesh against one another. It didn’t matter if they’d done this countless times before, it was still just as fulfilling and satisfying every single time.

“I still can’t believe you let Wang Eun pierce you”, Her Majesty said when she pulled away from the kiss, bringing her hand to Chan’s chest and lightly flicking his jewelled left nipple, which made him chuckle. The sensation was still oddly pleasant to this day.

“Remind me to never get drunk with him again. He’s dangerous”.

“Oh, really? If I recall the story correctly, you asked him to do it. Insistently, even”, she leaned in, and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“That snitch…” Chan chuckled against her lips, moving his hands up and down her thighs underwater.

“You know… Whenever we do it on a surface like this, in this position…” She commented when Chan’s lips moved from hers to instead press gentle pecks on her shoulder. “I always remember that first fuck on the table”, she added with a giggle.

Chan laughed at that, looking her in the eyes again. The memory was still fresh in his mind, as if it’d happened yesterday. It always brought a bashful smile onto his lips, and spread warmth deep within him. “I still can’t believe you let me fuck you on the table that day”.

“We’ve done it in much worse, much more uncomfortable places since then, haven’t we? Besides, if you hadn’t fucked me on it, I would’ve certainly fucked you on it”, after bringing her hands to cup his face, she squished his cheeks, making his lips pout.

He couldn’t help but giggle, especially after she’d placed a kiss on his lips. When she pulled back a bit, her hands rested on his shoulders again, and she softly caressed his skin.

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you this before”, Chan’s hands lightly massaged her thighs. She squirmed a bit whenever his fingers dug into the flesh. “But that day, the moment I saw your flushed face looking up at me, with your cunt stuffed full of my cum, I realised I was madly in love with you”.

Chan felt her inner walls clamp hard around him when the words came out of his mouth, which both amused him and made him leak fluids inside of her.

The comment made the Queen chuckle. She intertwined her fingers at his nape, and finally loosened the hold her legs had around his middle.

“Wanna know a secret?” She asked, kissing the tip of his nose.

Chan made an act to gasp. “Always”.

“I realised I was in love with you after you kissed me in the pool the first time”, her words took him by surprise, his eyes opened wide at the confession, and his cock twitched involuntarily.

“I never told you, but, when I left that night, I was so panicked I ran to Sol’s chambers and woke him up. I think once I spoke to him, he figured out that we were destined for one another, but he never said anything… Oddly enough, even without mentioning the bond, he was the one who helped me understand back then… Understand whatever it was I was feeling. You know I can be a bit clueless with these things…”

“Wow”, Chan moved his hands from her thighs to her waist, and gripped her tightly, pulling his hips back a bit, only to thrust forward, starting a slow rhythm. “That long, huh?”

“Don’t–Don’t look so smug”, her eyes fluttered closed when he started to move, he pulled his hips back until he was almost all the way out, only to thrust back in as deep as it would go. “As if back then you weren’t drooling over my cleavage the entire time”.

“Mmm”, Chan’s lips attached to her neck, and he started suckling purple roses on her skin. “Prettiest tits in the galaxy”, he brought a hand from her hip to pinch one of her nipples. “Truly the luckiest guy in the whole wide universe”.

Her Majesty let out a breathy laugh, bringing a hand to his hair as he rested his forehead on her shoulder and his hips kept the slow pace.

Her confession made him reflect briefly, even among the current hazy state of his mind. At the time, it’d been hard for him–for both of them–to cope with their feelings, they’d pushed them aside for the greater good. Chan felt truly grateful now that, at the very least, they succeeded, and have been able to make up for the lost time in the past handful of years.

Straightening himself, pulling away from her shoulder, Chan looked the Queen in the eyes. His pace didn’t relent, he continued to move in and out of her, and a pink flush spread over her cheeks under his heavy gaze.

“I love you. I’m utterly, madly in love with you. I’m going to be until the day I draw my last breath”, her inner walls clenched hard around his length, with want, with need, and her eyes started almost sparkling when he brought a hand between their bodies to rub that sweet bundle of nerves between her legs.

She leaned in, and kissed him, moulding her lips to his. Chan felt the urgency in the Queen’s kiss, he could feel all her feelings pour into him, and he hoped she could feel his pouring into her. Even if his hips kept that tantalising slow pace, his thumb was moving a bit faster, making her whine softly against his mouth.

All of a sudden, he felt movement in the water, and bubbles started forming over the surface as the twin moons of Lira Le shone their light into the spring.

The sudden movement didn’t really take Chan by surprise, he already knew this would happen, just like he knew what would happen after. For once, he’d picked up a damn book and informed himself on the matter…

The water bubbled for a while, his thrusts and the movement of his thumb on her clit picked up. The Queen held onto his shoulders, and her hips rolled to meet his movements–or, at least, as much as she could move while being slightly pinned down by him–enhancing every graze of his length against her walls.

Chan felt the itch come after a few minutes of this, once the twin moons finally conceded their bond. The bubbling water drew shapes against him, and he started to feel a sharp tingle on the skin of his chest, right above his quickening heart. Her Majesty took in a shaky breath, separating her lips from his to look at him, to really look at him.

Chan couldn’t look away from her, and the Queen couldn’t look away from him. The movement of his thumb quickened when he felt his own release edge close.

The hum in Chan’s head rang especially loud at this moment, just as he focused on every scrunch of her nose, on every clench of her walls, on every moan that fell from her lips. He knew the Queen was close, and he just needed her to let go.

“C’mon, love. Wanna feel you come around me, please”, Chan’s voice was barely a whisper, words of encouragement started falling from his lips left and right as he finally quickened the pace of his hips. At least, as much as he could with the resistance of water around their bodies.

After one particularly hard thrust, she gave him a warning before she came undone, and a groan of his own escaped his lips when he felt her walls spasming repeatedly around him. Her legs were trembling a bit, but she did her best to keep them in place around his middle. Bringing both hands to her hips for leverage, he started to chase his own high.

“All for me, all mine…” Chan whispered against her lips, pressing pecks as his hips continuously collided with hers.

“All yours”, the Queen whispered against his lips, and her hand found its way into his hair to tug him gently. “All mine”.

“All yours”, he reassured, moving faster.

The expression on her face and the feeling of her around him brought his release closer by the second, and her soft ‘I’m so, so in love with you, my love, my life…’ was the final push he needed to finally let go. With an appreciative groan, he finally came, pumping her full of him.

The bubbling of the water around them started to die down, while the two of them sat there, catching their breaths.

Chan opened his eyes–he had honestly not even realised he’d closed them–and looked at her, really looked at her.

In the Queen’s eyes, he saw all the love, all the want, all the appreciation and the respect she had for him, and, when his eyes moved lower, he saw the new, fresh rune painted on her chest, right above her heart, just as she looked at the matching one on his chest.

Cupping her cheeks, Chan brought her to him, kissing her deeply as so many different emotions bloomed within his entire being. He felt impossibly full–full of love, full of admiration, full of her.

When he pulled back from her lips and looked her in the eyes, he saw his own feelings reflected in the Queen’s eyes, and her genuine smile rubbed off on him. He couldn’t help but let out a goddamn giggle just at the sight of her.

Even when they’d spent years together already, Chan was excited at the prospect of this new chapter in their relationship. One he hoped would be full of happy memories, one filled with much more fortunate encounters, one filled with love and respect, and, most importantly, one that would last until his final day.

Author’s Notex2: just as a fun fact, i’ve been using Chan and the Queen as my characters for writing practice, so i have a shit-ton of drabbles within this universe (things that happened within the story, things that happened between the main story and the epilogue…). i’ve written the Queen’s POVs to certain situations, i’ve written about the development of their relationship, and i’ve written about them fucking in any way i could think of hahaha (and i’ll probably continue to write things with them every once in a while !) so if you’re interested in those, let me know ! i might post them once i get time to clean them up (if i do post them, i might just post them on my AO3 account, i haven’t decided yet). Once again, thank you for reading my self-indulgent mess !

Update: i’m posting the drabbles on AO3. here’s the link- post story drabbles/One Shots.

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I saw fanart today labeled “don’t tag as ship”. The characters literally had their faces smashed into each other’s necks. Idk about y’all but although I’m quite an affectionate person, I don’t generally chew on my friend’s occipital lobes. Regardless of whether trapezius-huffing constitutes platonic affection, I’m of the opinion that if you choose to put something on a public platform like tumblr, Twitter, etc. etc., you lose all rights to whatever people are writing in the shares. This might seem harsh, but you should be happy someone is rb-ing your work.

I checked the artist’s ‘carrd’ (that word is always a bad sign) and it said that they “legitimately don’t know the difference between ‘pro’ and ‘anti’” and then said “I don’t support pedophile or incest ships, including aged-up characters”…. Idk man, sounds like you *do* know the difference, you just don’t want to be labeled an anti because you know exactly how stupid and nonsensical it is to police FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.

(Also, this is the Witcher fandom, and let me just say that I get fucking mad whenever someone calls Eskel, Geralt and Lambert “adopted siblings”. I’ve called my significant partner “bro” before. Does that make it incestuous? We’re childhood friends. Does that make it incestuous?? BRB, gonna go tell them that we need to both be arrested for illegal ship crimes. …I don’t even think these three could even be considered “found family” considering Lambert does not seem to want to be there, and only winters in Kaer Morhen because he literally has no place to go. Anyway I’m off to go write Eskel and Geralt fucking, and make it underage and blood-related AU for good measure!)

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About your ppgxrrb post, as someone who’s in the shipdom for years but now only like it because of certain famous fic, I agree.

Pretty sure some of the shippers would agree with it too but a lot of them are excusing their toxic behaviors as just the boys being toddlers + doesn’t know any better since most of the fics takes place when they’re teenagers/older. I disagree with the whole “they’re kids they don’t know any better” excuse cause they’re fictional characters and they’re just born bad/evil, and its not that deep

…I ended up writing a whole lot and I’m gonna cut it just so I don’t clog up everyone’s dash with my Deep PPG/RRB Opinions. 😆

Yeah, ugh, it wouldn’t bring me down so much if what you said wasn’t such a prevalent line of thought, but if there are some shippers who would agree with what I wrote before… I don’t understand what would compel them to ship the characters in the first place! I can’t understand it! I’m not saying, “You’re a bad fan/person if you ship [XYZ]!” I know people who genuinely love the original PPG series, people who I also genuinely love and cherish and think are amazing and wonderful and yet… they ship it, to my constant confusion. For years and years. 😂 I’ve even read that one fic and… I swear, I tried, I wanted to like it, I was told it was written true to the show and I Wanted To Believe… but how can the main premise be “true to the show” when it’s already 100% antithetical to who the characters are in canon in the first place? I sadly could not enjoy it. Like I said in my post, they would never be the redeemable bad boys because they’re literally pure evil. And I get suspension of belief in fan creations, I understand that fanfic is people’s way of… I dunno, indulging their fantasies in their favorite media or whatever, and I’m not vilifying anyone for daring to commit the ~atrocious~ sin of… wanting their faves to find true love. 🤣 …but what’s the point if the characters you write just turn out to be shells of how they actually act? At that point you should just go for it and make up your own original characters. Embrace the cringe!

A while ago I got really inspired and wanted to write a PPG fanfic for the first time in a million years, and since most of the story in my head included the villains in a large way, I felt kind of forced to try to add the boys (because, speaking of things that get me down, you will never get any substantial visibility on AO3 or whatever if you don’t at least include them in the tags, no matter how creative or novel your fanfic may possibly be) so I started thinking about this whole idea of how they’d really act towards the girls all grown up. I never wrote down anything substantial because I abandoned the fic, but I came to a general conclusion that 1) Brick would be complaining that the girls weren’t following traditional gender roles (i.e. the ones made up by creeps involving sandwiches and ladies making them in the kitchen for him), 2) Butch would be foaming at the mouth to sex up any girl that moved (wham, bam, thank ya ma’am… his love of carnage and leave ‘em for dead mentality would get reflected in his mixed up hormones in the worst possible way), and 3) Boomer would be the white knight who would complain and cry and eventually flip out Bubblevicious style about why none of the girls were dating himmmmmm and whyyyyy oh my goddddd he was so niiiiice to themmmmm so because of that THE THOTS MUST PAY! 🤣 They are the examples of “toxic masculinity,” like… true toxic masculinity. They canonically thrive on the toxicity. That’s why attacks against it weaken them! It‘s never suddenly changed their bad behavior for good ever. They could be beaten again and again and, instead of accepting that maybe their worldviews are bad, maybe applying some self-introspection to their awful ways and adopt any sort of good behavior, they would always ultimately double down. In the fic world, they’re grown guys, and they should know better, but it would be against their basic canon nature to want to.

…again, I’m not trying to be a downer on anyone who indulges in it, this is just an explanation of why I really can’t gel with it and just my thought process behind why that is/how I think they’d actually act. The popular depiction of them as ultra hottie bad bois who secretly have true hearts of gold under all the blatant misogyny just feels so untrue to canon to me that suspending my disbelief whenever I see the kajillion fics and fanart out there of them successfully winning the girls’ hearts is… tough.

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Sideline Love ~ Chapter 22 ~ ... Wonderful

Pairings - NFL! Chris Evans and OFC Rebecca Rooney

Series Summary: All football player Chris wants is to play football with his best friends in the NFL. But the night before he meets someone who could change his life... if she wasn't the bosses daughter. Can Chris change her mind with a little sideline love?

Word Count: 2.6K

General Warnings: smut! angst, cheating, parental interference, fluff, football Chris has beard ( 😏 ), injuries during the game, special appearance (don't @ me lol); labor and delivery

A/N: Penultimate Chapter but baby Evans arriving...

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Becca Rooney and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer

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And just like that, Becca was nervous. It was a month later, now into her sixth month, Becca was nervously getting ready. She pulled her blonde curls to the side, pulling a hair tie as her engagement ring blinked at her. She took a steadying breath as she looked in the mirror. Her brown eyes sparkled even with worry etched in her face.

“Angel? Are you ready?”

Becca looked up at Chris and took him in. The man lived in sweats and t-shirts, so it was truly shocking to see him in a blue button down and slacks. Her libido shot up and Chris could see it in her eyes. “Angel, we have to…”

“We have time,” she pouted. She placed her hands on his chest, sliding them around.

“No, we don’t. I promise, after.”

“We have lunch after,” she whined.

Chris chuckled. He wrapped his arms around his fiancé, his baby momma. “Promise, if you are a good girl, I’ll do the thing.” He kissed her sweetly.

“Promise?”

“Promise Angel. Now, c’mon. We’re gonna be late.” Chris helped Becca down the stairs where Charlie was watching cartoons, Dodger’s head in her lap. “Let’s go munchkin.”

“But daddy…”

“No buts. Everyone is waiting for us.”

Charlie huffed as she got off the sofa and put on her sweater with an assist from Chris. “Why do I hafta wear a dress, Daddy?”

“It’s a special day peanut,” Becca explained. “I’m wearing a dress.”

Charlie pondered that for a moment before nodding and heading for the door. “Can Dodger come?”

“Not today”, Chris said as he grabbed the keys and the family made it out the door. Twenty minutes later, they made it to their destination and walked up the steps where Robert was waiting for them.

“Hey guys! I’ve got all the paperwork. You ready?”

Chris smiled. “We’re ready.”

Shoes clicked against the marble of the lobby as Robert directed everyone to the right room. When they entered, Becca stopped. It was full. The courtroom was full of their friends, family and teammates. Chris squeezed her hand and pulled her forward. They sat at the table in front, Charlie in Chris’s lap.

All rise.” The bailiff called out to the court. Everyone stood up as the judge entered.

“Please be seated.” The judge organized his papers and when he looked up, Becca recognized him as the same judge from the custody hearing. Her grip on Chris’s hand tightens slightly and he looked down at her with concern. She shook her head slightly and she stared at the man. The judge smiled when he saw Becca. “Miss Rooney, I’m glad to see you here under much more pleasurable circumstances.”

She didn’t make a sound, but the judge chuckled. “Don’t worry, I am happy for this outcome. Now, let’s get to business. Is the child, Charlotte Julia Rooney, present?”

Robert whispered into Charlie’s ear, and she nodded. “Present!” She raised her hand, to the chuckle of the entire court.

“Excellent. And the adopting parent, Christopher Robert Evans?”

“Present, sir,” Chris said.

“All documents are in order?”

“They are, sir,” Robert said. “The home study, financial review and consent to termination of rights from the natural father, Thomas Brady.”

“Just confirming that the natural father understands that he no longer will have any rights to the child in question as of today?” The judge turned his head to look at the crowd, causing Becca to frown. Until she heard…

“I understand, your honor.” Tom stood up in the court. Becca held her breath. “I just want what’s best for Charlotte and that’s Mr. Evans.”

“That’s very noble of you Mr. Brady. Ok, well, that part is settled. Mr. Evans, do you accept responsibility for the upbringing of Charlotte?”

“Yes, I do.” Chris beamed at the judge.

“And Miss Rooney, you are ok with Mr. Evans taking on a permanent, parental role for your child?”

“Yes,” she whispered. She cleared her throat, “yes, sir,” she said louder. It was overwhelming, Tom’s admission on top of this day finally happening.

“Excellent. Very well. In the case of adoption for Charlotte Julia Rooney, I hereby grant full parental custody to Rebecca Ann Rooney and Christopher Robert Evans, effective immediately. I have also included an order to have her last name amended so she will be known hereafter as Charlotte Julia Evans.”

He paused and he looked at the couple. “It’s rare to have a family custody dispute end with consent from the natural parent and with enthusiasm but it’s clear that you three, well, four are a family. Congratulations on your new arrival and your impending marriage. This court is adjourned.” He hit his gavel and the court erupted in cheers.

Chris wrapped his arms around his girls and Becca cursed her hormones as she began to cry. The nightmare of Tom’s custody battle, the fight for Chris’s position on the team, the possibility of leaving home, their surprise baby and now having Chris actually be Charlie’s father had gotten to her. She sobbed as Chris rubbed her back. “Its ok, Angel. We made it, don’t cry.”

“Don’t cry Mama. I love you.” Charlie petted her head, being up higher than normal to Becca.

Becca calmed and Scarlet pulled her away to give her a hug and to wipe her face a little before releasing her to her family. Lisa had Chris and Charlie wrapped in a hug, while her parents were hugging each other. But Becca could see the one face that was still in the room, smiling but a look of pain in the eyes. She walked over careful. “Hi Tom.”

“Hi Becca. You look beautiful.”

“Thanks. Umm, you didn’t have to come down here.”

“Yes. Yes, I did. I wanted to say sorry again. For putting you through all of this. It wasn’t fair on anybody.” Tom bowed his head.

“I forgive you.” His head snapped up and saw her smile. She extended her hand and Tom shook it.

“If you need anything, for yourself or Charlie, just let me know. I may not be her father anymore, but I still want to make sure you both are taken care of.”

“I appreciate it.” She turned to see Chris looking at her curiously. “I better get back.”

“Right. Well congratulations on everything. He’s a lucky man.” Tom nodded to Chris and walked out of the courtroom.

“What did he want?” Chris asked, wrapping an arm around Becca’s waist.

“To say sorry and congratulations.” Becca leaned into her fiancé. “Said if Charlie ever needed anything to let him know.” She shrugged. “If it helps his conscience…”

Chris frowned. “You know I’ll take care of my family, right?”

“Of course, Chris. I’m not worried about that.” She looked up at him and could see something in his eyes. “Baby, you have taken better care of us than anyone else bar my parents. I wouldn’t have said yes if I didn’t think you would be the best parent or husband. I love you.”

“I love you too Angel.” He sighed and kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry for being an idiot.”

“You’re forgiven.” She looked around the room. “I guess we need to get to celebrating with this lot.”

“Yeah, your dad organized a luncheon at the team facility and Ma is going to take Charlie with her tonight.”

“Have I ever mentioned how much I love your mother?”

Spring turned to Summer and the end of summer brought in a new season of football. Chris and Becca spent the summer planning their wedding, selecting a Saturday in April, two years to the date of when their first met.

Now she found herself in her last days of pregnancy, walking with her daughter and fiancé to the stadium. It was the home opener once again and Chris was nervous. He always was until right before when Becca would call and remind him that she was in his corner, always. As he walked his heavily pregnant fiancé in, he asked her question after question. “Are you sure you’re ok? Do you need anything? Its going to be ok that you’re here, right? Because I don’t want you to go into labor and…”

“Christopher!”

He stopped. “Again with the full name,” he sighed.

“Baby, you’re driving me crazy. Listen, please do no worry about me ok? Your mom, my mom, my dad, Scarlett, Lizzy and Ashley are all going to be in the box with me. My maternity bag is with me just in case. I promise, they will call to the field if, and only if, that happens, so don’t call after every series. Your head,” she tapped his forehead, “is in the game until otherwise, you hear me?”

“But…”

“Ok, I’m going home where no one will be.”

“NO! No, ok, I’m sorry. Just worried about you and our peanut, ok?”

“I know. And baby, there is an ambulance here, just in case, so it will be fine. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He sighed and pressed his forehead to hers. “You and Charlie and Peanut are the most important things to me. I’m sorry.”

“Its ok baby. Throw a touchdown for me, ok?”

He smiled and kissed her forehead. “You got it Angel.” He looked up to see her father waiting. “Thanks for getting here early.”

“Not a problem Chris. Less mob is less stress. Have a good game.”

The family made sure Becca was comfortable, well as comfortable as being nine months allowed her to be before kick-off. The Steelers had won the opening season game against the Ravens on the road but now hosted the Dallas Cowboys. Chris was brilliant for the first half, throwing one touchdown and running in another. He called up during half time.

“Are you…”

“You finish that sentence Evans and we’re getting a divorce.”

Chris chuckled. “Can’t divorce me if we ain’t married yet Angel.”

“Try me. I’m fine. You are doing great. How’s the shoulder?”

“Feels good. Thanks Angel. I’ll see you after. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

As she hung up, Becca felt a twinge in her abdomen. It stopped her for a second but then went away. She shook it off and continued to watch the game. About half way into the third quarter, Becca stood up to get a water but doubled over in pain, crying out. In a flash, Avery and Lisa were at her side. “Becca?”

“I’m ok, but… owww! Ok,” she panted, “I think this boy wants out.” She looked at her family with tears in her eyes.

“Alright, lets get to the cars,” Avery said as Ashley scooped up the maternity bag.

“Charlie?” Becca called.

“I have her Bex,” Scarlett replied.

“Let me call down to the field.” Rick turned to the field phone and called down for Chris.

She tries to listen as Rick talked to Ben, but the pain drowns everything out. “Daddy?”

“Ok baby, Ben is getting Chris.” Rick took her hand. “You squeeze if you need to.”

“It hurts, daddy,” she sobbed as she tried to walk down to the exit. The pain gripped her again, weakening her knees.

“Avery, get the paramedics up here!” Rick yelled as security cleared the people around them and laid Becca down. “Its ok baby, its gonna be fine. Just breathe.”

It took the paramedics two minutes to arrive and put Becca on a stretcher. “She’s going to Mercy. Anyone riding with her?”

“I am,” Avery said as they rushed to the ambulance. Just as they pulled away, Chris came running up, still in his uniform. “What the hell happened?”

“She went into labor, and she was in a lot of pain,” Rick explained. “Go get changed and I’ll drive you.”

Becca could swear that she was being torn in half. As soon as she arrived at the hospital, her water broke, and she was 8 centimeters dilated with no sign of Chris. “Momma,” she pleaded with her mother. “Make it stop. He’s supposed to be here.”

“He’s coming Becca.”

“I need him, I… oh god, I think… I think I need to push.”

The nurse overheard her. “Ok, let me grab the doctor.” She ran out of the room as Becca began to cry.

“Why is this so fast? I was in labor for 26 hours with Charlie,” she cried.

“I don’t know, honey, just stay calm. It’s gonna be ok.” The door opened and the doctor came in.

“Becca, I’m gonna check, ok?” Becca nodded and the doctor did his exam. “You are at 10 centimeters and fully effaced so its time to push.”

Becca shook her head. “No, I can’t. My fiancé, the father, he’s not here yet.”

“Becca, I’m sorry but your body’s gonna do this regardless.” He turned to the nurses. “Let’s get prepped for delivery.”

She looked up at her mom. “He can’t miss this.”

“He won’t. He’ll…” the doors opened, and Chris ran in, still breathing hard from running.

“Did I miss it?”

“Chris!” Becca cried, tears of pain, joy, frustration, relief at the sign of her love finally with her.

Chris ran to her side and took her hand, kissing her sweaty forehead. “I’m sorry Angel. Traffic was a nightmare. Where are we?”

Avery smiled. “We are getting ready to push. Just in time.”

“Alright. You must be dad?” The doctor smiled. “Alright Becca, next contraction, give me a big push.”

Becca took a breath and bear down, pushing as hard as she could. She breathed hard, looking at Chris. “You are never touching me again.”

“Whatever you say Angel. C’mon, one more time,” he held her hand and body up to push, smiling to himself.

After 20 minutes, Becca stopped. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can Angel. You are the strongest woman I know.” Chris leaned down to her. “You are my Angel, and you can do anything. One more, baby, give me one more.”

Becca gritted her teeth and pushed. “The head is out,” the doctor announced. “One more push!” And suddenly a wail filled the room as Becca laid down.

“Congratulations, a perfect baby boy!”

“He’s here?” Becca looked at Chris and then her chest as her new baby was placed on her. “Hi! Hi baby! Hi!” As tears streamed down her face.

“Oh my god, Becca, he’s beautiful.” Chris stared at his son as his own tears fell. “Thank you, Angel. Thank you.” He kissed her forehead as his son began to settle with the warmth of his mother.

“Ok, mom, we need to take some measurements and get you cleaned up so we need to take him.”

“Take him?” Becca panicked. “Chris?”

“I’m going with him. Relax Angel. You did amazing.” He kissed her softly and then followed his son to the other side where he was measured and weighed. As they cleaned up the goo on him, Chris couldn’t explain the feeling of warmth spreading in his chest. It was just like with Charlie, a pure love that was just there now.

“Ready dad?” The nurse smiled as she picked up his son.

“Yeah, I…”

“Open your shirt so he can feel you. Skin to skin is the best bonding right now.” Chris did as she said, and she laid this tiny human onto his chest.

“Hi son. Hi.” He cradled him as he settled against him.

“Does he have a name?”

Becca smiled. “Benjamin Richard Evans. Ben.”

“Well happy birthday Ben.” The nurse produced the Steelers signature towel, the Terrible Towel and placed it over the baby, a tradition at Mercy. “Welcome to Steelers Country.”

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bonerot19 · 3 months

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finally caught up to seventeen going under… I don’t have an ao3 account so I’m gonna leave this here.

i love that Jason’s anger is described as cold. imo it’s so often ignored that his anger is a special brand of calculative bitterness. he’s exaggerated to this anger issue guy when that’s closer to Bruce. everything we see in utrh suggest that this guy is a very intelligent planer, and that his anger doesn’t exist despite it but fueling it.

i love that Jason’s angry at Bruce and co waving around the rich privilege. it’s so in character for someone used to unfairness to be stubbornly against using that unfairness for his benefit, at least someone morally righteous.

also, not writing the family apologizing after their fights rang so true. I saw your note and idk if it’s just you and me but I can tell you we don’t really apologize with words after fights, and it strikes me as strange when people do in fiction. I think it also depends on how close you are with your family members.

the part with Jason helping Alfred cook and dicing a pepper made me laugh lol knowing you’ve been struggling with writing about cooking 😭

Jason adopting children everywhere is also SO in character. idk I have my own aus and hc and he’s one of the batfam characters I can see adopting children the most.

lastly thanks for Steph’s outburst! in general Steph and Jason’s friendship is so underdone I love them they have every reason to meet

anyways my little guys I hope they feel better soon .. I might be back if I think of smth else I hope that’s ok

you are making me SO HAPPY HOLY SHIT I wish I could hug you

I totally agree with the anger thing! I also think that a cold anger is more restrained, channelled inward. boiling rage is all fine and good when you have the luxury of reacting but most people from shitty homes will say, you often don't get to react the way you want to and that kind of anger manifests a lot differently. the anger you can't let you. it's not the throwing things, breaking dishes, screaming anger.

I feel like Jason is a character that follows his own morals pretty strictly and he doesn't appreciate corruption in any sense. so to him, it's just as bad even if it would be in his favor, I'm so glad that rings true!!

I too feel uncomfortable when there are perfect apologies in fiction. like, I get that we get to write the apologies we wish to receive, but they feel so unrealistic. sometimes they're realistic, but usually not, especially when they happen right away.

jason doesn't know how to dice a bell pepper, I don't know how to dice a bell pepper, neither of us know anything about food 😂😂

I love Steph. adore her. she's so interesting and complex and underutilized! definitely working on expanding on her and having more of her in the secret third thing I'm doing a bad job keeping secret

message me anytime buddy, I love talking about this shit and it feeds my life force to have people interact with my writing

#I-just-want-to-see #I love you internet person #my fic!!#seventeen going under #sigh no more

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justkeepwalkingnothinghere · 1 year

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Luz, Willow and Raine for the ask!

I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG MY BRAIN REFUSED TO WORK!

Luz:

Sexuality HC: I could feel her bi disaster energy long before Thanks To Them.

OTP: LUMITY ALL THE WAY! I’m gonna be in a wheelchair hopefully 70 years from now shouting ‘Lumity for life!’, recalling the kiss once more!

Brotp: Luz and Hunter Noceda. End of story. Noceda-Clawthorne-Whispers if Eda and Raine adopt Luz at the end.

Notp: Lunter. Also end of story.

First HC that pops to my head: Unfortunately I got nothing.

Favorite line: Literally everything she’s ever said because it is impossible to choose and it would be a sin to do so. I LOVE HER SM!!

One way in which I relate to her: Nearly everything. The nerdiness, the cheery attitude, almost everything she does and says is exactly what I do/say, we would 100% be BFFs if we met, and I relate to her more than any other fictional character in existence. I HAVE STRONG FEELINGS ABOUT HER OKAY?

Things that give me second hand embarrassment: Despite never experiencing it myself, I could feel her pain throughout the Tunnel of Love. I could feel it deep in my soul.

Cinnamon roll or problematic fave: Give this girl all the cinnamon in the world, cause she deserves it!

Willow:

Sexuality HC: I’ve never really thought about that until now. And my brain’s got nothing.

OTP: (chanting) Huntlow! Huntlow! Huntlow! Huntlow!

Brotp: WILLOW, LUZ AND GUS BEST FRIENDS FOR LIFE!!

Notp: Boschlow. No j-just no. And I have to ask…why? Why would you do this?

First HC that pops to my head: Once again, got nothing. (I’m not very good with headcanons)

Favorite line: “These past few months have been weird but look at all the new memories we have now. It's been nice to finally spend some time together.” -Thanks To Them

One way in which I relate to her: This girl’s determination is ON POINT! When she sets out to do something, she does not give up!

Things that give me second hand embarrassment: One word: Nothing. Mostly because I can’t think right now.

Cinnamon roll or problematic fave: One of the sweetest cinnamon rolls in the Demon Realm!

Raine:

Sexuality HC: Always been torn between Bi and Lesbian. And it looks like I’m never going to choose.

OTP: YOU KNOW IT, YOU LOVE IT, IT’S THE LEGENDARY RAEDA!! MY OTP, THE OTP, IT IS THE BEST!!

Brotp: Raine and Darius! I need their history from Hexside! I need to see them get a little bit more on each other’s nerves! And I would LOVE to see Raine and Luz bonding! Like Raine teaching her bard magic and Luz teaching them glyphs! Hopefully we get a little bit of that in the finale.

Notp: Nothing comes to mind, unless you count Raine and Terra. After everything Terra has done to them, keep them apart for the rest of their lives!

First HC that pops to my head: THEY. ARE. SO. SNUGGLY!! A complete snuggle bug! And I love this!

Favorite line: Tied between “How’d you become the Owl Lady with your stage fright?” and “Is it so unbelievable that I wanted to keep you safe? But in typical Eda fashion, you’re not going to stop until you make things right.”

One way in which I relate to them: I know the pain that comes with the social anxiety. I can feel it deep in my soul every time.

Things that give me second hand embarrassment: “Trying to…mute the magic of our hearts? -distressed groan-“ Ooowwww…

Cinnamon roll or problematic fave: THE SWEETEST ROLL ON THE ISLES I LOVE THEM TO DEATH!!

This was actually pretty fun to think about, ngl! Thanks for the ask!

#asks #toh #the owl house #ask game #luz noceda #willow park #raine whispers

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iwillstabyou · 5 months

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WELCOME to pick 3 fictional characters to survive the apocalypse with, GHOSTS addition! (but in this case any ghosts are alive)

First pick your characters, and then answering the following:

a. which one accidentally attracts zombies the most

b. which one are you gonna get romantic with

c. which one ends up being the designated cook?

d. which one goes to gather supplies the most?

e. which one has no survival skills and is purely mooching off the rest of you but you love them anyway

f. which one has the map

g. which one borrows the map and loses it

h. which one almost gets killed early on

i. which one adopts a wild animal and what animal is it? (can include lost pets)

j. which one leads you all to safety

Oh my god this looks so fun! Thank you so much for sending me this anon! You are the best! Sorry it took me so long to answer, I just kept forgetting to do it (adhd yayyyy)

Right so I’m gonna pick Robin, Julian & Pat (yes it did pain me to not pick the Captain. I chose not to only because I am literally so similar to him that there’s no point having us both) Okay so…

a. Probably Julian. He’d just never shut up, even though he’s fully aware that he’s probably attracting zombies with the noise. He just can’t resist talking. Robin is loud too, but he has enough experience hiding from bears that he knows how to shut up when he has to

b. Pat for sure (I mean, I’m basically the captain and I 100% ship Patcap so it just makes sense)

c. Definitely Pat. This one’s a no brainer - the guy literally runs food club. Plus, I don’t think Julian is capable of cooking anything more complicated than beans on toast (he’s a spoiled rich kid - you really think he knows how to cook?). Also, even though Robin has experience in foraging, Pat knows how to make it actually taste good

d. Robin. He’s got the most experience in surviving out in the wild after all

e. 100% Julian. Like, look at that guy… there are absolutely zero survival skills in that man. He is absolutely useless in the practical sense, but he keeps us all entertained, which is honestly just as important because we’d all die of boredom without him

f. Definitely Pat - he just wants a chance to relive his scout leader days. In fact, he’d probably treat the whole situation like a scouts activity

g. Julian. I feel like he wouldn’t even know what the symbols mean but he’d pretend he does so Pat would let him hold the map (BIG mistake). He would then lose it within 10 seconds

h. Hmm. Idk. Maybe Pat? It would be for a stupid reason though, like a tree almost falling on him or something like that

i. Robin would adopt some mice (yes, the mouse family are getting a mention. And yes, they survive the apocalypse). They are a very important part of the group and he treats them like his own children

j. It’s really close between Pat and Robin, but I think I’m gonna have to say Robin. Pat is important for the navigation aspect, but Robin is the only one with good survival instincts, so it’s thanks to him that everyone is still alive - there’s no point in knowing how to get to safety if you’re all dead

That was so fun! Please send me stuff like this more often, I really enjoyed that :D

#bbc ghosts #robin the caveman #julian fawcett #Pat butcher #apocalypse #robin bbc ghosts #pat bbc ghosts #julian bbc ghosts #julian fawcett mp #ask game

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spacerangersam · 6 months

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WELCOME to pick 3 fictional characters to survive the apocalypse with, GHOSTS addition! (but in this case any ghosts are alive)

First pick your characters, and then answering the following:

a. which one accidentally attracts zombies the most

b. which one are you gonna get romantic with

c. which one ends up being the designated cook?

d. which one goes to gather supplies the most?

e. which one has no survival skills and is purely mooching off the rest of you but you love them anyway

f. which one has the map

g. which one borrows the map and loses it

h. which one almost gets killed early on

i. which one adopts a wild animal and what animal is it? (can include lost pets)

j. which one leads you all to safety

Hmm, think I’d go for Pat, Fanny and Robin. Pat’s got some basic survival skills, he knows how to put up a tent etc so he’s a good choice, and while his asthma could slow us down, I mean, I had asthma as a kid and my lungs are still terrible so at least we could be slow together. Fanny is fairly smart and sensible, and I imagine she’d be good at keeping tracking of supplies and figuring out safe spots. Robin’s probably fairly decent at hunting, so him too.

A - I love him but probably Pat. He’s chatty so I imagine he’d talk a bit too much and a bit too loud, and especially if he started getting squeaky… Fanny would probably attract her fair share too though while complaining loudly about something

B - no one. Even in a hypothetical zombie apocalypse, i’m still aro

C - Robin. I’m not sure he’d care much about seasoning though, so Pat would probably have to sneak some in while Robin isn’t looking.

D - Robin again. He’s pretty quick and quiet, though he would probably get distracted multiple times, take way longer than needed, and show up with things no one needs or asked for, but he thought looked cool.

E - Me asdfgh. Fanny technically has no survival skills, but she has the brains so she’s certainly not mooching. I, however, am a writer whose past weekly guide sessions involved sitting in one room playing games or doing something with chocolate, so I’m basically useless.

F - Either Pat or Fanny. It’d probably be passed between them, with them both working out where best to go.

G - Probably Pat. He wouldn’t mean to, but he’d put it down somewhere while talking or in the middle of sorting something else out, forget it, and not realise until way too late.

H - Also Pat. Asthma is a bitch

I - Absolutely Robin, and absolutely a mouse. A whole mouse family, in fact. Neither Pat nor Fanny would be fans, but oh well.

J - Either Pat or Fanny.

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9centjefferson-blog · 1 year

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I am collecting like-named individuals of fiction for the purpose of a funny little list (numbered but not in any order). So far, I have found the following characters enjoyable enough for one reason or another to include:

1. Nash from Lawbreakers

Look at this little robot! He’s got a big shotgun I can’t find any good pictures of that fires in a 3x3 grid. He’s basically just Chappie but reprogrammed by an action movie line lover instead of Ninja and Yo-Landi (honestly that gives him less personality). I love him. He’s trans(humanist)ition goals.

2. Charlie Nash

I don’t like Guile. I don’t like how Nash plays. But I like his look, so I like him. He’s not even really called Nash, but hell, I still like him.

3. Nash Bridges

The man, the myth, the unfortunately a cop from a 90’s police procedural, Nash Bridges drives a car I don’t personally care for, but I owe him the name, so oh well. Nashman is pretty cool I will admit.

4. Walter Nash (Valkriya Chronicles)

I love him. I love him. He wants to open a bakery. He’s an optimistic nihilist. He carries a big anti-tank bazooka. He has a charming accent. I love Walter.

5. Nash (Starman)

I know very little about her because I have never cared for Starman, but she can turn into mist and she’s got a cool little haircut / goggles combo, so yeah. Also she’s canonically dead, so I can adopt her.

6. Brother Nash

I’m in the process of trying to acquire these comics so I can read them, but he’s a werewolf! I love werewolves. Plus, from what I’ve seen, his personality is fun. And he’s a trucker. Love a good and simple character who isn’t.

7. Nash Latkje (Suikoden)

Look at that scarf! Look at the stance! Look at his smile! Love him. I can barely find anything about him, but the sparse gameplay videos I’ve seen of him make him out to be pretty fun. If anyone could explain more about him, I’d appreciate it.

8. Nashi (Magic: the Gathering)

I don’t know where in the story he went from a teen or young adult to a little kid, but I’m just gonna kind of ignore that and focus on the art. Name’s a slight stretch, but I love my rat-boy-on-his-third-mom and all the weird shit he tinkers up.

9. Nash (Yu-Gi-Oh)

Have I ever really been into Yu-Gi-Oh? No. Have I watched any of the shows? I watched some scenes of Nash and that one episode with Pegasus, but otherwise no. Do I still love how he looks as well as the Yu-Gi-Oh duelist look in general? Obviously! Look at how cool he looks! Wish he didn’t use sea creatures, but beggars can’t be choosers when the presented option is this good.

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That’s all I have right now, but I’m keeping an eye out for more.

#Nash #Lawbreakers #Street Fighter #Nash Bridges #valkyria chronicles #Starman #Brother Nash #suikoden #Magic: the Gathering #yu gi oh

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the-underworld-aes · 2 years

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Mafia 3

Okay so I’m gonna take the L and admit I’ve never played the other 2 games, I just watched the cut-scene movies on YouTube, and while I enjoyed the story and characters of the first 2, when I watched Mafia 3′s it DID something to me. So I actually went out and got the game so I can play it all myself.

First things first, I’m gonna wonder why people seem to hate this game so much until the day I die, sure it’s glitchy but not as bad as any Bethesda glitch I’ve seen and nothing game breaking, more or less just funny stuff like “lol that cop car exploded in the middle of the street. I’m gucci tho.”. I really like the time-period cause I actually like learning about the 60′s in American history because SO MUCH important stuff was set in motion back then. Others seem to not like how it’s nt focused on the Italian Mafia anymore and...sure?? I guess?? I mean they’re still there, you’re allied with some Italians while taking out the bigger Italian crime family (I think they’re mad that the protag is black and it’s an important part of the game tbh) And another complaint I see a lot is the games too repetitive, I think that’s the lamest excuse personally. I played this after I beat Far Cry 6, and honestly? It was NICE! I like being able to sneak and take people down, or just blow up everything! Maybe it’s cause I’m autistic perhaps (ASD gang rise up!) but having a pattern was nice for me, I have a specific way of playing and it was fun. Hell, I’ve beat the game twice already cause it felt nice to play.

I know this game came out in 2016 and I’m way late to the party, I became aware of the Mafia series in 2021 and finally played Mafia 3 in March 2022. And I need to be physically restrained from playing it a third time lol.

Anyways onto the story and characters (SPOILERS BTW)

The story is so 😩👌💦💕 I love crime stories, I love historical fiction (sometimes...), I love seeing racists get CRUSHED, I love the time period, I love the music. It’s just AAHHHH so good!!!

Sure I guess a black Vietnam vet cruising around in 1960′s New Orleans isn't what you’d think when you imagine “American Mafia” but that’s a you problem at this rate, I’m having a great time.

I did like Tommy Angelo, and Vito Scaletta too, but Lincoln Clay is honestly my favorite of the 3 and I wish people looked at him and appreciated him more. Imma say something real controversial here: I know Vito is the fan favorite, he’s unofficially the face of the series now and while I DO LIKE HIM, I think... he makes a better side character in Mafia 3 (also low-key irritated Lincoln gets thrown to the wayside while everyone rushes to Vito). That’s just my personal opinion... also my man aged like milk, how is he 10 years younger than the Irish man dying of liver cancer and yet Burke has his hair color still while Vito looks so chewed up? lmao anyways yeah I do like Vito, when I pick up my kickback from him I always leave saying “Bye Peepaw!!”

Anyways, Lincoln comes back home from Vietnam and is ready to see his adopted family again, Sammy and Ellis Robinson (Father and Brother), Father James Ballard (Raised him in the orphanage before he got adopted and sticks around) and his other friends, Danny Burke and Giorgi Marcano. Without getting too much into it, Giorgi is the son of Sal Marcano, boss of the Marcano Crime Family (Which has power over Sammy Robinson and his Black Mob). Giorgi was friends with Lincoln, Ellis and Danny, but this whole time Sal had him playing the long game of eventually screwing them all over. It ends with Giorgi, Sal and an associate of the Dixie Mafia betraying them all after a job they did together (For Sammy to pay back Sal). Giorgi shoots Lincoln in the head, leaves him for dead, kills Danny, Richie Doucet (Dixie mafia) stabs Ellis to death and Sal shoots Sammy in the back. They burn down Sammy’s bar and in the flames Father James ran in looking for survivors and found Lincoln clinging onto life. Lincoln survives, but he lost his family, friends and was betrayed by someone he thought he could trust. And now he’s got the scar to prove it.

This ignites his revenge quest to wipe out the Marcano Crime family, and all the damage they’ve done to him, his community (Delray Hollow) and eventually the mess he’s made for his soon-to-be under bosses. And while he’s doing that he’s sworn to build up a crime family of his own and needs people he can fully trust.

When he’s recovering from the gunshot wound to the head, he tells Father James to call his old friend and contact from Vietnam, Donovan, who is currently working for the C.I.A. He drops everything and shows up willing to help Lincoln with his goal (btw their friendship is so great, it’s so sad Lincoln lost everyone but he’s got Donovan still and the writers did so great with their chemistry *chefs kiss*). While Lincoln’s recovering, Giorgi lets the Dixie Mafia move into Delray Hollow and turn it inside out. Donovan tracks down possible allies for Lincoln to get in touch with by the time he’s recovered.

The Under bosses:

Delray Hollow: Ran by Cassandra and her Haitian mob. (She’s also called the “Voodoo Queen” btw and she runs a Voodoo shop) You meet Cassandra first and it’s a shaky start, Sammy’s Black Mob has been fighting with the Haitians beforehand so she has many reasons to not trust Lincoln, but since then now the Dixie Mafia took over, thanks to the Marcanos and is greatly harming the community with human trafficking and she wants them wiped out and she can’t do it alone. Cassandra has some painful history with the Dixie Mafia and she wants nothing more than to see them all dead.

River Row: Ran by Vito Scaletta and his Italian mob (that's loyal to him at least). After everything that happened in 2nd game, Vito found his way down here and had to work with Sal Marcano as one of his lieutenants, Vito’s miserable and Sal hates him but can;t do anything about it cause Leo Galante put him there. Sal did put Grecco, his nephew, into River Row to mess things up from the inside and make it look like Vito’s fault so Sal can finally have an excuse to put a hit out on him to not anger the Commission. Being screwed over and wanting to get back, Vito agrees to help Lincoln because this is personal for him too.

Point Verdun: Ran by Thomas Burke and his Irish mob. He did have a deal worked out with Marcanos prior, but at some point there was a failed shipment of Burke’s end and that made Sal insert someone else to take over his rackets, Barbieri, who brutally took over a crippled Burke’s leg. And after Danny, his son’s murder, Burke’s been spiraling into alcoholism and constant grief. He wants nothing more than to make Barbieri suffer for what he did to him and for the Marcanos to burn for murdering his son. Which makes him eventually side with Lincoln.

Thoughts and extra on the bosses: They all got folks that work under them as their own lieutenants, Cassandra has Emmanuel Lazare, Vito has Alma Diaz and Burke has his own daughter, Nicki Burke. Unlike the other 2, Lincoln is actually friends with Nicki and they all used to hang out together. She’s mourning the loss of her younger brother and it’s clear there’s some tension between her and her father.

Nicki’s actually a lesbian and comes out to Lincoln, she even has a girlfriend. Burke already kind of knows somehow and does not approve of it, but they still have to work together, so it causes inner personal problems. ALSO SIDENOTE: It was kind of refreshing seeing gay characters in a crime based video game, Nicki is a lesbian, Lincoln is a supportive ally (may or may not be bi/pan himself cause of his response to Nicki after she asks him about his thoughts...) and in one of the DLC’s, there's a side character named Oscar who’s a gay Vietnam vet and Lincoln gives him a job at the renovated Sammy’s bar.

While they may be side characters, I still appreciated it, and because of that dialogue between him and Nicki, it does strongly suggest he might be bisexual, so I’m def taking it and running with it. You can play a bi protag at least and I love my bisexual headcanons.

The Main Antagonists:

Sal Marcano: Sal is the Don of The Marcano Crime family. He does have a pretty interesting history and how he got to where he is now. I won’t deny that, but he’s a master of fucking over people he works with just because they were deemed useless. He did it to Sammy, once Sammy was having problems with the Haitians and short on his kickback, that was his death sentence along with his sons. He was doing it to Burke, who had a shipment go missing and that was a sign he needed an immediate replacement. Working on Vito, who just hated him and was willing to mess up his whole rackets just so he can be allowed to put a hit on him. And let’s not forget his racism at all, he knowingly works with the Southern Union and the Dixie Mafia that do lynchings/hate crimes and specifically target the black folk in New Bordeaux. He keeps using slurs when talking about Lincoln. So...yeah. This dude sucks lol.

Giorgi Marcano: Sal’s only son and the Under boss of the Marcano Crime Family, unlike his dad, he was given his life on a silver platter and is a typical spoiled rich kid with a gun who thinks he owns everyone. Hey may have been Lincoln’s “friend” at one point, but either he was playing a long game or that friendship was truly one sided if he could be fine with shooting him in the head when the time came. (I’m looking at everyone sideways who stan him btw). He worked with Ritchie Doucet, the leader of the Dixie Mafia and let them take over Delray Hollow to abuse and traffic folks in the community there after he thought Lincoln was dead. Racist little spoiled brat with access to weapons and a Daddy’s boy. I hate this rat. In his dying breath, he could have tried to make peace with Lincoln and apologize or something, but it was clear he never saw Lincoln like that at all.

YES I AM LOOKING AT PEOPLE SIDEWAYS IF I SEE PEOPLE STAN GIORGI, SHIP HIM WITH LINCOLN OR TRY TO SOFTEN HIM UP IN ANYWAY. I’VE HAD IT, YOU’RE ALL ON A LIST NOW!...anyways. There’s a whole lot of Capos and Lieutenants that work under them but I’m not really gonna get into em all.

There’s other characters and the DLC’s now I can get to instead.

Father James Ballard: Ran the orphanage before it got shut down and has known Lincoln since he was a child. Kind of an Uncle figure. WW2 Vet and kept close to the Robinson’s. Now....why I understand why he doesn't want Lincoln to go down the path he does go down....cause seeing a loved one do that kind of stuff is painful... I also...REAALLLY...don’t like him. A whole family got wiped out, Lincoln lost so much and is scarred from it, the people that did the killings are also ruining the Hollow and making it worse. If Lincoln did just, after healing, decide to listen to Father James and not do anything, things would have been WORSE. The Marcanos would have full control, the Dixie Mafia would have free reign, The Southern Union would have gotten stronger. AND IT’S DOUBLY INFURIATING IN ONE THE DLC’S: THE SIGN OF THE TIMES! Lincoln’s adopted family was killed, Father James knew them, sure they were a mob but they were still individual people who loved and cared for each other. And yet he wants Lincoln to let go of his revenge and just leave. BUT THEN THERE’S THIS CREEPY ASS WHITE SUPREMACIST CULT THAT FUCKS UP A WHITE GIRL WHO’S A COMPLETE STRANGER AND THE JAMES IS LIKE “Okay Lincoln, take them out.” AND IT’S JUST SO-...no diss to the white girl though, Anna, she was a victim and it’s tragic what happens in her story, but idk man. James bothers me.

John Donovan: I already talked about him a little bit, but him and Lincoln met in Vietnam where Lincoln was assigned to work with him on an ops mission for the C.I.A. Lincoln learned a lot, including psychological warfare which he uses against the Marcanos later. They eventually got really close, to the point that John dropped everything and ruined his C.I.A career to work with Lincoln in building his own crime empire. He’s a fun character, he’s very chaotic, and him and Lincoln bounce off each other really well, no wild card/straight man dynamic, they’re both wild cards in their own right. I think the game is trying to frame Father James and Donovan as the Angel and Devil on Lincoln’s shoulders and, like, sure, okay, Father James is like “Don’t do it!” while Donovan is like “LETS FUCKIN GOOO!” and neither character really likes each other. James is priest and John is an atheist so the usual clash there too. I’ve made my thoughts clear on James. Donovan though is just willing to do the most for Lincoln and in a DLC he asks him for his help with his own problems that’s started before they even met. And Lincoln gladly helps him. It’s a real “I’m here for you and I hope when the time comes you’re here for me” kinda friendship. Anyways, despite leaving the C.I.A and becomes involved in criminal organizations, John is dead-set to find out who really organized the JFK assassination and finds that Sal Marcano has ties to politicians and others in the country to he goes off on his own manhunt. It’s a fun time. Good time. Don’t watch live political hearings on TV at the time though cause you might see someone get blasted.

The DLC’s

Sign of the Times: A creepy cult called the “Ensanglante” infests the burned remains of Sammy’s bar and Lincoln and Father James discover this on their way to pay the old place a visit. A young girl runs out terrified and men chase after her. After James takes the girl to a safe place and Lincoln investigates what they were doing in the bar. The learn the girl is named Anna McGee and the cult was doing a ritual in the bar because of the past human suffering in there, the murder of Lincoln’s family. The Ensanglante preforms rituals in places where people have suffered, like old slave market areas, a middle school that burned down, a plantation house etc. It’s run by a woman named Bonnie Harless who indoctrinated Anna into the cult through manipulation and promising she’ll be loved. It just left Anna abused and out of her own mind and miserable. This side story isn't really crime orientated, but it’s taking down a creepy racist cult and it gets really trippy sometimes. In my Father James bit I said a little about this already. Bonnie is a creepy bitch and off her rocker, Anna’s story is so tragic what happens to her. The cult does get wiped out and after that Lincoln meets with his aunt Lily and they restore Sammy’s bar into a functioning club again and as a memorial to Sammy and Ellis.

Faster, Baby!: You go to Sinclair Parish, a sun-down town outside of New Bordeaux that’s run by a corrupt Sheriff “Slim” Beaumont, who wants to keep the town white, even if that means making people who oppose him disappear. There’s civil rights activists who are ran by another of one of Lincoln’s allies in the main game, “The Voice” (Charles Laveau). One of their members who was carrying the evidence that they compiled against was murdered by the sheriff and they need to get it. The Voice’s daughter, Roxy joins and works alongside Lincoln to take down this entire corrupt police force with the help of her friend, M.J, another Vietnam vet who just wants to see his hometown become better. A pretty fun DLC, a lot of car chaos and destruction, brings ACAB to a whole new level. Lincoln and Roxy kinda got a thing going on (I think Lincoln likes girls who bully him lol), and it is pretty cute, especially near the end of the story, Lincoln hears something he really needed to hear to give him comfort and it’s pretty sweet (WELL IT WOULD BE SWEET IF ROXY DIDN'T IMMEDIATELY LEAVE BACK FOR GEORGIA RIGHT AFTER SHE GOT SOME DICK FROM HIM 😭). Not crime focused either, but a lot of fun and with M.J you can actually grow weed and make new strands to actually sell to the districts you take over in the main game. Roxy’s cool, even if it does kinda hurt if I think too much that she just said all the right things to get into Lincoln’s pants but....I’m not gonna judge her either cause he really...👀💦. She’s got a really cool car you get when you beat the story. M.J is cool, Vietnam vet, turned pot smoking/growing, racism fighting hippie. You also get a hippie van from him later when level up the grow operations, and I love me some hippie vans.

Stones Unturned: Donovan calls onto Lincoln for his help once someone from his past starts showing up in New Bordeaux and stirs up some shit. You meet one of Donovan’s old allies, a former C.I.A agent now turned bounty hunter Robert Marshall and he joins in the hunt down for Conner Aldridge. You learn more about John and Connor’s history, they used to work together and be friends but Connor turned his back on America and started feeding intel to the NVA. Eventually John found out and they had a violent falling out. Aldridge’s face got scarred and Donovan’s hand got really messed up. Aldridge’s main goal is to sell information on the U.S to all their enemies, from Vietnam to Cuba. There’s a lot of heavy weapons in this DLC and military grade vehicles. You even leave New Bordeaux to somewhere in Cuba to infiltrate a bunker to get the warhead and hunt down Aldridge. Very much more of a war/action plot than a crime plot, even though I guess John’s brand of shady is better than Connor’s brand of shady (??), still very fun to see more interactions with Lincoln and Donovan. Lincoln even forces him to open up more, that’s how we learn more about Aldridge (I still think he’s hiding more from Lincoln cause that anger felt more visceral...hmm). You first reach Cuba and it’s BEAAUUTTIFULLL, the water is so blue omg it’s so pretty. Robert Marshall is a weird guy, I see why him and John are friends. He’s a little unhinged but over all he’s friendly??in his own weird little way. You actually get bounty hunting missions from, only 3 though, once you’re back in town, and he offers this pretty handy sniping service. Connor as a villain is something alright, not saying he’s a bad character but I do wish there was more information you could have uncovered with Donovan. And he’s pretty nihilistic about the war and America and stuff and as someone who personally is pessimistic about how America is now...uhh...can’t say I blame him. Though selling weapons to people who wanna blast us to the Fallout Universe, that’s not cool. Nooo nope no sir, don’t like that. Anyways, the DLC is a good time. Less of a heavy story than the other 2 which is good cause I don’t wanna feel totally miserable lol

The order in which the DLC’s came out isn't an indicator of a timeline either, there’s no real set timeline in the game. Just the main plot begins during Mardi Gras in 1968, Lincoln needs his time to recover, and the only other indicator is on Anna’s gravestone so I’m assuming at least Sign of the Times is the first one and takes place when Lincoln’s trying to get his under bosses together. That’s a me thing tho, I’m a stickler for timelines and stuff like that.

BUT ANYWAYS I TYPED A LOT SO MUCH OMG I JUST WANTED TO GIVE MY THOUGHTS ON THE GAME AND THE BASIC RUN DOWN OF THE STORY AND CHARACTERS LOL

MAYBE I’LL SHARE MORE HEADCANONS LATER AND SHIZZ CAUSE IT’S SUCH A HYPERFIXATION RIGHT NOW AND EVEN ON MY ART BLOG I MADE SOME FANART K BYE

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