#let my precious babies LIVE DAMNIT

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Ok ok ok, so…hear me out. (TW: death, and suicide at the end)

Let’s just say Leon’s kids (maybe they’re a teen at this point) ends up captured by some evil bioweapon lab. The ransom note is essentially ‘leave us alone to do our science or we kill your kid’

I can see this playing out two ways.

The first, Leon tears apart the world. He sees red and essentially blacks out until he’s reunited with his child/ren. He’s awake for the entire time it takes to find them. The only time he actually ‘rests’ is when his body physically crashes and passes out. Even then, he gets nightmares. What if they’re too late and his kid/s become twisted creatures? What if they’re already dead? What if he has to put a bullet in his own precious baby because they were reduced to a shambling zombie, just like RC?

He wakes up screaming. Crying. Sobbing.

Even if he gets to them in time, they’re undoubtedly traumatized. They won’t be child/Ren anymore. They would have been exposed to how fucked the world really is. He starts thinking he’s a failure. He’s failed to protect his kid/s. The ones he loved the most in the world have had their innocence ripped away.

But damnit, when he finds them, you bet your ass he’s not letting them go. He hugs them tightly. Almost too tightly. Leon starts sobbing. They’re unharmed. Untouched by evil science.

When it comes to the escape, he holds their hand. It doesn’t matter how old they are, he’s going to hold onto SOMETHING. They aren’t coming out of his sight ever again. Not after this.

Second scenario, Leon IS too late.

He sees what USED to be his kid/s. If he stared hard enough he could see them, under the shambling, the growling. They were still in there somewhere.

But he was too late. Even if they could get a cure, the damage was done. His child/ren were gone.

The world goes quiet for Leon. His only focus would be on them. All he could hear is his own heartbeat. After he ends their pain, I don’t think he’d go home.

The official report be KIA, but anyone else who was on the mission would know the truth. Leon didn’t want to live without his kid/s.

BUT THEN ITS ALL A NIGHTMARE BECAUSE I MADE MYSELF SAD TYPING THIS AHHHH IM SORRY

cw: religious imagery, mentions of gore and violence, suicide attempt

Hey, angsty anon, I know you remember sending this to me when I was at work and it fucking upset me but I said I would make it worse...well I'm making it a tad bit worse by adding my thoughts to this. Apologies in advance, and of course if you don't want to read some sad shit, don't read it. (I was half asleep writing this so my bad lolz)

I think Leon's family becoming involved in the horrors of bioterrorism, the very thing he's trying so hard to protect his loved ones from, is one of his biggest fears. In this field, he's seen people he cared about, good people, who were abandoned by those meant to protect them and had to alter their bodies to try to feel control. Although Leon does everything to ensure his family is protected, he still falls short when his child gets taken away by an enemy and is used as collateral.

The entire aspect of finally being able to have a life gets to Leon. To have a chance to settle down and have a family of his own which is now being threatened, turns Leon into this vindictive monster just motivated by revenge. On prior missions, he's usually calculated and knows what to do, where to go, and what to bring. But now that his child is involved, his own flesh and blood, yeah he blacks out for most of the mission and is going off of instinct.

He doesn't give his partner much of an explanation when he just says he's going to leave and that he knows he's going to bring his family back together. He can't promise anything, can't promise if he'll come back in one piece or at all, but he will bring his child back home. If being a federal agent working in bioterrorism has taught him anything, is that not everyone comes back. Sometimes he just gets lucky and the cycle repeats.

Leon does not sleep, does not eat, and much less gives a shit about his own safety and health. As far as he knows, he's on a witch hunt to kill the bastard that threatened his family and his happiness. The entire time he's trying to get his child back, his mind goes back to the horrors of all of his missions. He thinks back to the fear he felt in trying to save Sherry, he remembers the way his mind went all hazy on his mission to Spain and saved the president's daughter.

It's all the same. But it has to be different right?

He doesn't consider himself to be a religious person, he used to be back in his youth. But as this rogue mission goes on longer and longer and he spends more time without his child, he starts to silently pray that they're alive, that they haven't been ruined like everything else in this rotten world.

Let's say he does find his kid in one piece, scared and traumatized, probably tucked into a corner in a dingy cell in some run down lab. Leon wrapped his arms around them, apologizing over and over again, looking for forgiveness, and blaming himself for putting his child in danger simply because of the life he was forced to live.

He does get back home in one piece with his child in his arms and eliminates any other possible and future threats so he never has to worry about that again. The people who even think about hurting his family will regret ever doing so. As long as his child is safe and back at home, he thinks he's achieved the impossible and is protecting all that he holds dear.

But let's go on the opposite end of the spectrum. What will happen if Leon doesn't get there in time? If he finds his child turned into some monster as revenge? It would tear him apart, and he will consider this to be his karma for even wanting a better life for himself, a life he doesn't deserve. The person or thing in front of Leon wasn't his child anymore, it was a mess of torn-up limbs and cut skin, and he couldn't feel his child's presence anymore.

His soul is empty as he raises his gun to shoot towards the monster, putting them out of their misery, and the last bit of humanity Leon has left goes with the dead body hitting the ground. He still has a mission to complete, a society to protect, so he focuses on that and refuses to give himself a moment of grieve.

Later he says, I have time later.

He's detached from his reality throughout the remaining time he gives himself to finish off this mission, his last mission. When all the threats are eliminated, he walks around aimlessly, his spirit has run dry and he knows the gaping hole in his chest is too much of a burden to handle. He doesn't cry, he's done enough crying in his life and frankly, he doesn't have any more tears to give.

I've failed. I've failed you. I'm sorry.

The words repeat in his head and he pretends his significant other somehow gets the message that he's not coming back home. He wonders if God will come to save him from this blasphemy, but this is the price he had to pay for having too much blood on his hands, blood he did not want to have.

His hand is steady as he puts the gun to his temple, finger on the trigger and he hears it click, nothingness comes right after. He doesn't feel pain, doesn't feel much of anything, and surprisingly he feels calm...at peace.

Things can't be different. Not this time.

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Chapter 24

@journeythroughjourneytothewest

WUKONG YOU ABSOLUTE ASSHOLE XD HE SO MEAN I LOVE IT

Wukong: You had a wild night didn't you Bajie: This is kosher being tied up!!

Even Wujing has to tease him there is no mercy for the middle child vibes

Precious

I like how they ask Wukong when they might be going there and they listen to him seriously. Like they know he is the strongest there and that he has been all around the world. Poor Sanzang being human has no idea when he could make it, whether in this lifetime or the next. But Wukong putting that tidbit of determination and will is actaully really sweet that he thinks Sanzang has a chance.

Haha Equal is Earth

Creepy fruit, however living to 47,000 is also kinda dope. Like that a fuck ton of years

These guys are just around Wukong's age. 1,212, and 1,200

These shits are like "But we Daoists and they Buddist why would we welcome them?" their teacher has to be like "Cause he a nice guy assholes now shut up and do it"

This guy is pretty generous but also what an ass. Oh sure, Sanzang gets 2 Fruits that like 94,000 years of life for his past life, TEN LIFETIMES AGO. And Wukong, Bajie, and Wujing getting nothing for being 'rowdy'

Even Wukong says this guy is full of himself which is saying SOMETHING from him.

Wukong has to pull a Sanzang life all over again and make sure no one eats his baby. These Fucking brats really are just as bad as they are in the Movies Not a single ounce of respect for Earth Even Wukong is behaving better than them

Wukong calls them FLIMFLAM

TARADIDDLE! BULL SHANK! THIS IS AN OLD MAN!

Also love that Sanzang is trying to change the subject else these two brats rile Wukong even more. Like Sanzang becoming a master of trying to dodge topics

I like how Sanzang is more worried that these brats are going to start some shit to rile Wukong up rather than Wukong actaully being riled up. Like he knows he talked to some brats but he can't change that XD just like customer server. I love that Sanzang just straight-up makes plans to fucking leave. Like "we can rest here but yeah lets gtfo" And now these boys are like "no please come in we were told to serve only you"

Bunch of two-faced assholes

Probs not even then, they represent hard Confucianism where Daoism and Buddhism are not meant to interact with one another and not even respect one another. Wukong is a legit representation of fighting that stereotype by being a symbol of both and achieving true immortality for it. Honestly, Sanzang refusing to believe those aren't real ass babies makes me wonder how fucking close to babies these fruits actaully looked liked. Like Sanzang the most gullible and naive of them all refuse to believe those are actaully ass babies XD That says something

I mean if I was eating something that looked too human I would also probs pass on it

This is honestly my favorite arc cause it is just such a 'boys will be boys' like the idea was Bajie's but he shared it with Wukong who was 100% on board, he didn't need an ounce of convincing, he just said "fuck yea, fuck those brats lets get that fruit, I'll do it myself" and then they just get Wujing his own too cause he just that good of a homie Like..... sometimes it's the stupid stuff you do together that makes it all the more memorable. Crimes committed together are enjoyed together.

WUJING WAS SO EXCITED HE WANTED TO TRY. WUKONG REALLY IS THE BEST BIG BRO HE GOT HIS HOMIE COVERED

I have to admit calling someone a baldhead is be fighting words indeed

Sanzang like: Hey even if they did commit the crime let's watch the fucking language

it's like breaking someone's sports car and being like "well we can at least say sorry, that should be enough" LIKE IF THAT IT SANZANG'S PHILOSOPHY NO WONDER HE LETS PEOPLE GET AWAY WITH SO MUCH SHIT DAMN And he still like: hmmm, doesn't sound like my boys

HE TRUSTS HIS BOYS He also got to love the homies for agreeing that snitches get stitches and that they should all lie together damnit

True brotherhood

#jttw #book club #journey to the west

[carnivoreofthesea]

in your swap AU; how does pike wizard/amber, slime wizard/goobert and most importantly (the precious and need to be protected) lonely wizard would look like ?

are they now grimora's pupils now or still with mags but they are now undead ?

HI OK IM SO EXCITED TO ANWSER THIS BECAUSE I AM SOOO SO NORMAL ABOUT IT HEHAHDJAKDJADJ!!!

THERES A LOTOF STUFF UNDER THE CUT

So with magmento (mags), I did originally plan to have his pupils be in the crypt but it was getting too long. They're grimmoras pupils traits, But they have His students names and a few key features.

Pike wizard -> Decapitated Scholar

"Do not pity me, It was all worth my while."

Being a mortician before she died, She had made new ways to cremate the dead and be preserved longer. However she ended up dying from a mixture of chemical poisoning after inhaling some of the ingredients used in said embalming and an unfortunate accident. Her skin had become more frail and she had restered her head on one of the spikes on her fence. Poor baby got impailed without even realising it :[. She hopes that she could use her body to make a less deadly way of preservation, To no avail yet. She looks pretty similar to normal Amber but instead of a helmet she wears a mourning veil! Also her little spike is a singular fence post that looks a lot more fancy. She has the same concept as Amber, Hurting herself to be more appreciated by her scrybe (although its more the concept of death she was trying to pay respects to) and still being in servitude when the player comes.

Goobert (my baby boy <3) -> Goo pile

"Please, Please! Arghhhh... Battle me! I'm promise I am more than just a gnarled mess!"

Died in a horrible accident, Something that contorted and squished him past being recognized. His death was more famous than the life he lived, So now he strives to be remembered for something other than his death! He's trying so hard, please just give him affection :[. a lil kissie on the head for always trying new things and working to be good at them! He looks pretty similar to goobert, if not more. Gross <3. I’M SORRY BUT HE WOULD BE NASTY… He would be a pile of just random sludge and liquids, if you’re lucky you could find bits of melted skin? Purrrhapes his ghostly body would piece itself together but even then he would look like a nasty little pile of grossness. I love you babay… but you are nasty.. I would still hold him though!! Just put the goofy goober in a jar again please.

Lonely wizard (ALSO MY BABAY!!) -> Loney Dominguez

"PLAY A GAME! PLEASE?! I need something to do!"

He was quite young when he died, Being a coma was terrible considering he was such a rambunctious kid! He couldnt see or hear or move, but he could feel his body and think. Even when he died, Magmento trapped him in his coffin out of fear. He's not good with kids... Especially ones that are 6 FEET TALL. That may have been related to his death but I haven't decided yet. Also think of just a huge coffin that's hidden away under the main room, the player finds it and he’s just like. “Oh yeah, that's the crazy kid, He bites. I think.” And then you just see the coffin violently shake and scream. He has normal anatomy and would just be a very VERY rotting body. Like yes, he has formed, just melty and turning into goop. Maybe a few bugs live with him so he isn’t as lonely… Also think it would be funny if he still had a hyper fixation about wizards out of spite. Let my baby like his wizards damnit.

James cobb -> James Hobbes

"Oh neat. A player, Let's do it."

A mellow player who died... How did he die? His tombstone says he drowned but he doesn't have any signs of it like the others do. In fact he might even tell you that it's fake. He won't tell you how he actually died but as long as it solves the puzzle who cares? He's probably the most normal guy you'll meet, Also is very tired. Like. let the guy nap. please. strangely modern. Uses slang and sometimes makes suggestive comments but he's a baby girl for that. He’s actually a fairly healthy corpse, Only slightly pale and occisonally goes stiff. His hands are deathly cold but at least his hair is still a bright red. Good for him! Good for him :].

GRIMETHS ARE SO SILLY PDSUIAUFHIUFHW MANIC LAUGHTER

James Cobb -> Kaycee Cobb

“Don’t you wonder what’ll happen? C’mon, I wanna find out.”

IM TALKING F. R. E. AY KAYYYY. SHE IS MY FAVORITE CAN YOU TELL BATTING MY EYELASHES SO MUCH WHEN I TALK ABOUT HER. ANyways she’s the sillayest wizard ever. She doesn’t take herself seriously and just straight up tells the player that she enjoys being stuck in there. Its literally her dream and she uses magic to fuck herself up. She can finally have gender goals of occasionally turb herself into whatever the fuck she wants! Don't like feeling of skin? SIMPLY BECOME A SKINLESS BEING FOR A LIL! god i love her sm… She definitely indulges in the whole wizard shit and has a whole over the top outfit. other than that still very greasy <3

Lonely wizard -> Royal Wizard (GOD I LOVE HIM)

“YARGGGG! WATCH ME SKILLS, YE LANDLUBBER!!”

Oh my god. Peek tism. Category five tism events. He's a pirate obsessed wizard who has a problem with summoning things. Specifically. a ford f150. vehicular manslaughter never ends. He's very confident in his skills and thinks he should be a head wizard or at the very least a card, However he can only do a few spells… God he’s so silly I love him. He's a low poly pirate that I’m thinking of making black. give mah boy some pirate dreads!!! Why? Because IT LOOKS COOL. Anyways he locked away in a ship in a bottle by Grimeth as a “final test”. He's never getting out.

Goobert -> Stinking mass

“Ohhhh… Yes… Perhaps I’ll cast a spell that will finally make me disappear..”

Oughhh… Gender dysophoria baby… I love you poor baby. Turned himself into a pile of… Something? Honestly he doesn't even know. His final test is to turn back, And he’s trying real hard! The thing is, It would probably be easier if he was going to transform into who originally was but he didn't like how liked he looked… He wants to transform into something better to prove himself to be better than how he looked. god my baby. i need to hold him.

Bone lord -> Eye.

Need I say more? Its a painted eye in a black room that speaks in fucking wing dings.

#inscryption #inscryption au #inscyption #inscryption swap au #swap au #au #alternate universe #oh my god i love them #ALSO ALREADY DRAWING BABAY GURL KAYCEES #I LOVE HWR SM #you dont understand #I LOVE HER #ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!! #THIS WAS WONDERFUL ANON KISSING YOU!! #anon ask #anonymous #go submit asks!!! #ask #ask me anything

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OF ep 2 watch through part 1

ok! ok. ok. goddamnit this show has me wrapped around it's pinky. this got long so I am cutting it in hopefully only two

come relive with me let's talk about this beast

#1 this scene does so much so fast to establish:

mew again as someone with his own agency...the way he talks about top is like surprisingly? healthy? idk I'm glad they're making these characters so smart and nuanced you know they're feeding us well

ray's feelings for mew as (again, surprising to me) relatively pure seeming. he's going to suffer but he's not going to take it out on mew he's probably going to take it out mostly on himself and secondarily on people he doesn't think matter to him (*cough* sa– *gunshot noises*) also ray starting this scene day drinking alone 💀

the power play is so loud in this laser tag arena. why do I feel like top is going to get hurt and they're going to make me care. I don't want to care

side note but very distracting to me personally isn't anyone going to fix mew's one squished up ear? bookie that's not uncomfy??

same ray. god they're both going to get hurt so bad

ok we're in the club now. can't believe the one frame of ray smiling at the dancer is the only moment he's acting to hide from sand and not trying to crawl out of the scene. they were really playing us with that trailer huh. also ray being so polite to everyone there even though they're all just in his way hashtag not as much of an asshole as he'd like to think

lots to say about bostonnick but more importantly about mark pakin eating this pose for breakfast

boston is a rich boy too? did we know this? he's definitely a terrible person playing with nick's insecurities "if you weren't cute I wouldn't sleep with you a second time" boston shut tf up. lmao I'm sorry but atp I love neo in this role so much I'm just enjoying it

not sand this invested in what ray thinks of his wine and ray this flattered by him calling him someone with good taste. now sand likes ray's music too, or at least his dead mom's music. "how and when did your mother die?" sand back off a little baby

okay the cut from the bottle and glass next to her body to him drinking? yikes. I bet we're going to learn more about this and I'm ready and already torn up about it. was it an accident? was it intentional? or mirror on the secret third thing where ray is self-sabotaging himself into oblivion because wealth and privelege don't make you happy but do give you the tools to feed your worst tendencies

not to detract but on the first watch I was so hyped up and fully did not get that was supposed to be baby ray and was like: murder suspect? no it was the maid???

sand noticing he introduced too many feelings and going to lighten the mood: cute. correct

sand starting his forecasted "sugar daddy" storyline by saying very loudly that he doesn't want to call ray sugar daddy but also, you know, he would, you know, if he had too, but only if he really /had to/, you know

this totally-uninvested-gaze lasts for so many frames my screencapping fingers got lazy

okay we're at the water now. some people are shirtless and some people look hotter than they should in rash guards (*cough* khaotung *cough* nonnie wtf)

this devastated me I had to pause and add precious seconds to my live watch to recover

ray is really one of those people crashing through life taking psychic damage at every turn huh. I'm sorry I am so weak for characters that think they are terrible people

april and namcheum interactions so cute. april unfortunately looks and is styled so much like my ex in these scenes that I'm having trouble seeing objectively

this is so intriguing god damnit. boston is playing aggressor but top is into it? a little? swear he's smiling in this scene. but also not engaging. does he want it a little but not as much as he wants to not wreck things with mew? did something else happen in that photo booth? how does he like it

...top secretly loves to bottom and boston's going to woo his seme-acting ass by seeing through to the real him

jk jk.

or? 👀

yeah same top honestly. I don't trust either of y'all

📣 multiple types of queer sex on screen 📣 p'jojo we love you!

oh god the friends with benefits vs fuck buddies talk. Nick's going to get so screwed. does he already know this? he sort of knows, right

the problem is that even though they are clearly winning the most-uneven-investment contest I am enjoying both these characters more than top and mew atp. maybe just because I enjoy a trajectory I can visualize a bit even if it's fucked up who knows

alright we're back at the bar and ray is trying to pick up a girl with his plant line. this is relatively wholesome but ray is not watching the show he's in. buddy you only get to sleep with people if at least one person is going to be fucked up about it

(part 2) (all ofts watch throughs)

#ofts #only friends the series #ofts meta #raysand #sandray #fair warning my bias will show up here #but I am loving every bit of this show so far god damn #ofts watch through

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Insight and Discernment

So. Day before yesterday, I got to see Dune with Zendaya and Timothe Chalamet, and yes, I INSTANTLY fell in love with it. My ADHD ass went “ooohh, new hyperfocus! Yes!” That’s why my blog instantly had a steady stream of Dune media content. This is my first exposure to the Dune franchise. And I NEEDED MOAR. So to AO3 I went. to find more Paul/Chani content. And then decided I needed to make some too. (chococlate cake theory) Also if you want to go to this story on AO3- here you go. 

And me being, well, me, the lemon flavoried factory that I am. I just had to write a little something something if you know what I mean. DESPITE having one hell of a bad weekend (and it’s only half over!) My inspiration went- “Yeah, I don’t care if your life is a burning dumpster fire, I have A STORY YOU NEED TO WRITE LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON  IT, THE MUSE IS HERE BABY, QUICK, BEFORE I VANISH FOREVER HAHAHA.” And I was like...damn you muse, ok ok ok. 

Also in my bit of research, Fremen is based off of Arabic and infact uses A LOT of it directly. And what is the Arabic name for ‘My Beloved’? Muhbubi. Yes, laugh now. To American accented people it sounds like ‘my booby’. But damn it, it’s meant to be sweet and endearing and intimate when until the very end of the movie, he didn’t even KNOW HER NAME. This is supposed to smut with feelings ok? I had to use something. So..Muhbubi was basically it. Is it used in the books or other media for Dune? No clue. Don’t care

Also if you’ve seen the movie, this happens after the second Spice (aka Space Acid) induced Vision, when Paul and his mother are hiding out in a tent in the desert after their family was betrayed and overthrown and Paul is, rightly, freeking out at seeing ‘a war that burns through the universe like fire, a holy war waged in his name’. To the point he uses The Voice on his own mother like a wild animal lashing out in anger and pain and anguish. Which, I’ll be honest, hurt like hell. It was very well done. However he was cool calm and collected in the morning. So that is where I am taking my artistic liberty and inserting this dream sequence between him falling asleep in the tent in the desert with his mom and waking up the next morning and coming to terms and understanding and making sense of what he was shown in said visions. 

Enjoy. 

Insight and Discernment 

Paul was used to prophetic dreams, having had them for most of his life, it was something he thought he was used to. Visions however, were new thanks to exposure of Spice. Seeing multiple possibilities for the future and learning and gleaning knowledge from said multiple possibilities of the future was something, that thanks to the enhancing properties of Spice was not only useful but poignant, but when all those possible futures had to be closed off, cut off, because of other’s people’s choices and having to react to their reactions, there was a sadness at the loss of the possibilities. Of what could have been but couldn’t be. 

But dreams, enhanced with Spice, if his dreams had always felt real before, now they were just as vivid as real life, if not more so. Touch, taste, scent, sight, sound, all of his senses were enhanced now, the visions, the dreams, they were starting to blur into one and the same thing now. 

Before the exposure to Spice, she had always been helpful, kind, sweet even, allusive, flirtatious in a way that hinted at intimacy but never close enough to be so, he could hear her voice and knew it as well as his own, or his mother’s. A close friend and companion that his entire being told him that she was his destiny, his everything, but one that he didn’t know the name of yet, but a face he could sculpt from clay with his eyes closed, or draw in a notebook from seeing it countless times, from caressing and holding it countless times too. Those blue in blue eyes that hypnotized him every time he saw them, a smile that beckoned him, intrigued him, motivated him to do whatever it would take to see just one more time. A body that was still so hidden by loose, billowy garments that only made her more ethereal, a form whose outlines were blurred by sands and dust and stark sunlight, but her skin, soft in places that weren’t exposed to the ever blowing and downright corrosive sands, but on her face, where skin should be softest, was rough, rough from the sand blasting it, rough from tears collecting dust, grit and sand as she cried over the fate and oppression of her people. The skin under her eyes, puffy from lack of sleep and having to constantly be on the move, but even still, to have lips softer than the pillows he usually slept on and a taste he found impossible to describe or even have a point of reference for- usually had him eager to go to bed, eager to see her again, be with her again. See her smile again, feel her touch and hear her voice and smell her scent again. See a world that was foreign but was becoming more and more familiar to him. 

That’s why the vision at the first exposure of spice- of his beloved- stabbing him, didn’t make any sense. She had never shown any aggression towards him before. Finally getting so close to the edge of intimacy only to be betrayed, to be stabbed in an embrace, one he had thought would have been out of fondness, affection, dare he hope- love? It’s why it hurt so bad and why he was left, powerless, barely upright on his knees as if the air had been pulled right out of his lungs and power from his legs. Because what could a giant sandworm do to him that would hurt worse than her betrayal?

But after the second vision, the one where he saw a war burning through the universe like a fire, a war waged in his name. Which at the time terrified him- but to see her, his beloved, at his side through all of it, despite the horror of the violence, her presence brought him peace, confidence and comfort.  

But what comforted him the most, almost as much as his mother- as his mother had tried to do when he was awake only moments before- when he was alone with her, hiding in a tent in the ever rising sand, reeling from the sudden and tragic catastrophes- was the simple fact that once he fell asleep, he was finding himself awake in a new dream, and being with his beloved, it was her- his nameless, but almost all too familiar companion, his head in her lap, a tent, similar to the one he had fallen asleep in this night, but now the tent itself was slightly different but it surrounded the pair like a protective cocoon, as he was laying on a rather uncomfortable bedroll in the sand, but the discomfort was only because it was not the same soft mattresses he was used to sleeping on before. 

But her presence more than made up for the stark contrast, he could be lying on a hard rock with his head in her lap and be infinitely more comfortable there, than in all the fancy mattresses and beds he had grown up sleeping on- but sleeping in them alone, because what could the comforting, wonderful presence of his beloved compare to a bed? A bed was just a bed, but the more he dreamed of her, envisioned her, she was becoming synonymous with the sense of the term home- than any actual place. As if wherever she was- was where he was meant to be, and where he belonged. 

The sound of winds whipping the sides and sand flying through the air outside was a soft roar he was trying to tell his brain to put into the background as his ears and concentration focused his ears to strain to hear for her- hear for her breathing, hear for her voice, her wonderful, soothing voice that his heart yearned for his ears to hear more of.  

The space was small yet not at all constrictive or claustrophobic. In fact it was cozy, comforting, intimate even. A scent, spicy, almost like cinnamon, almost peppery, maybe a little sweet even. Again something he only knew in these prophetic dreams but nothing he had ever experienced in the waking world before coming to Arrakas, and coming into contact with Spice first hand. All the dreams had given him a small sample of it’s scent, it’s taste, like smelling the perfume from someone passing you on a walkway, only getting a hint, a passing inhale then gone just as quickly as it appeared and only lingered in your nose and memory but gone with the next inhale and exhale. Before though, Spice had come with consequences, visions. But now, it only acted to enhance the atmosphere, like incense, it was pleasant actually, as it seemed to dance in both his nostrils and on his tongue. But he could clearly differentiate between the scent of theSpice, the scent of the atmosphere, and the scent of her, his beloved. Again, a scent, his heart yearned to smell in the waking world until he actually did and once he had a name for it and point of referance it was one that was both forign yet all too familiar.  

But here, he had taken up a familiar stance that he had walked in on seeing his parents take up, when his father’s head would be in his mother’s lap as she would gently stroke his head and comb her fingers through his unruly hair and gently scratching his scalp, an intimate, comforting, familial moment. One that showed how close and comfortable his parents were with each other. 

Now his beloved was doing the same to him. Her fingers were rougher than her mother’s ever were but that was because her mother was a priestess and a highborn lady, a concubine of a Duke who never knew hard, manual labor, where as his beloved’s hands had known nothing but. Her fingernails -much shorter than his mother ever kept hers for the same reasons. But he wouldn’t have his companion’s features changed for anything. He liked them and preferred them because they were her features, which made her unique and made her, her. 

“You stabbed me.” He found himself accusing her in a soft, petulant whisper as she frowned and tilted her head and raised a quizzical if not disbelieving brow at his accusation.  

“I did? When?” She asked, her voice soft, soothing but still alight with amusement. 

“I don’t see any stab wounds.” She noted as she gave the rest of his rather bare body laid out before her as he looked down and indeed did not see any sign of a stab wound. 

“I...I had a vision, you went to kiss me and instead you stabbed me.” Paul tried to recall. 

“Ah I see,” she nodded in understanding. 

“I had a vision you betrayed me,” he repeated with a pout. 

“By stabbing you, pretending to kiss you and stabbing you instead.” She repeated for clarification. 

“Yeah.” He nodded. 

“I thought not all your dreams came true?” She questioned. 

“They don’t. At least, not like I dream of them or not at all, they are...premonitions.” He clarified. 

“And your visions? Have they come true just like you vision them?” She questioned. 

“I...I’ve only had...not that many. I don’t know.” He frowned. 

“Hmm, is this one of them?” She asked, tilting her head in the opposite direction to change her point of view of him. 

“I...I don’t know.” He confessed. 

“Well, there were days when your arrogance and your entitlement, your whining and complaining- irritated me to the point that it did make me want to stab you.” She confessed with a sigh and her voice hitching higher as she fought back a gigle but an amused grin and playful delight danced in her eyes all the same. 

“However, that was only in the beginning, I like to think you’ve grown up and out of those habits and have matured past that.” She reminded him. 

“When I first saw you, you were an outworlder, a boy in a foreign, and hostile place. You had already been betrayed by the people you never thought would, so you were especially suspicious of everyone. And I think your vision then was trying to warn you that the people that you think or thought rather, that you could trust implicitly were going to betray you, but they simply used my face, because it was my face you were the most familiar with and trusting of- in your dreams. Because as I have told you before and I will tell you again and I will continue to repeat it until there is no doubt in your mind, heart and soul, that I will never betray you, either in faith, confidence or any other way you can imagine. You have my heart, mind and soul just as much as I have yours. Why would I hurt the one person that I want to protect above all else? And the one person who I know in every drop of water in my being and theirs, feels the same way about me?” She questioned him in all seriousness, her previous amusement gone, replaced with a gravatas in only a heart beat of time. 

“You’re right,” he conceded, feeling peace that that particular vision had come true in a prophetic way, but not in the literal way of how he had seen it or envisioned it and she made sense. She was perfectly logical and reasonable in her explanation of his vision. And he appreciated her clear insight and discernment into such matters because of how objective her point of view could be.  

“I always am.” She softly giggled with a bright smile, coming from those blue in blue eyes, the weight of seriousness lifting in a flash and the freeness and ease returning to the air around them. 

“You are.” He readily agreed as he reached up to palm her cheek, smiling when she leaned into his touch as he did the same, letting their shared touch ground each other before she moved to lay next to him but grabbed both of his hands with her own. 

“See? No crysknife. No harm, only pleasure.” She insisted as she looked from their intertwined hands between them then craned her neck to bring her face within kissing distance of his as he eagerly met her kiss and kissed her. Really kissed her, kissed her with all of the pent up passion and adoration, appreciation, reverence and desire he had for her as he was the first to break his hand’s union with hers in favor of wrapping his arm around her tight as the other hand held her head, his fingers threading through the hair on the back of her head to keep her face next to his as his body was now flush with hers he could feel the heat of her body as much as he could sense the desire her body had for his, which was only eclipsed by his body’s need for hers as the kiss deepened. To taste her, his beloved, was a wonder of the universe. It was both too much yet not nearly enough. He wanted more, needed more. More of everything, to see her, to hear her, to feel her, to taste her, to smell her, To be drowning in her. To be perfectly overwhelmed by her. His beloved. 

Side by side, her leg hiked up over his hip, their little pieces of clothes that had been worn earlier now vanished as his arm that had been wrapped around her to keep her close, was now greedily exploring, claiming and possessive in his sense of touch. She was his and he was hers. Two became one and the universe for being so big and so expansive, was now shrinking down to the confines of this tent because nothing outside of this private, personal, comfortable, intimate space mattered and didn’t seem to exist in this moment. 

“Mahbubi,” his beloved keened when he rolled over her and thrusted his hardened member into her core, her essence in anticipation for him, making it a smooth glide as the feeling of being filled helped her feel whole, complete, with him. 

“Mahbubi.” He mirrored in a coo in turn, his voice soft, velvety deep and sultry and it made a shiver go down her spine. It was a word that meant ‘my beloved’ to her, in her native tongue. And one that they often used for each other, to each other. Like how one would say ‘Honey’, ‘Dearest’, ‘My Love’, an affectionate term of endearment. This- ‘mahbubi’ was theirs, when names were not known so could not be used, but often didn’t need to be used either. 

Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders now, even though he was always on the lean side, the strength and stamina in his body was usually always underestimated because of the lack of bulk in his muscle but that did not make him any less strong, or quick or powerful. His smaller frame was actually a blessing. Because he did not dwarf her. His body never intimidated her. But rather, she felt as an equal in his presence, if not more precious, because he thought her so. He knew she was strong and powerful in ways he would come to fully understand one day and wanted to imitate. But who she was to him- his precious beloved, his. It was a powerful idea and notion and one that she yearned for as well. To be seen by him- as herself, cared for, by him- as herself, loved, by him- for herself. It was all she wanted and all she wanted him to and know was mirrored and returned by her in every drop of water in his being. 

His arms reached under her, his forearms under her shoulder blades, his elbows planted on either side of her ribs, his hands curling to the soft appearance of her equally underestimated strength she carried in her shoulders, with weight that she carried in them that he was just now only starting to grasp, a burden he would share and make lighter for her as she would do the same for him. 

Her legs, lean but powerfully strong, had parted to make room for his body to be in the cradle of her own body, a place she wanted him to find comfort, love, appreciation, solace. Then she had planted her heels into the bed, right behind his legs, just above his knees but on his lower thighs, that were planted into the bedroll itself to gain traction and footing, to keep his body close, but also to allow his lower body the freedom of movement to power stroke after stroke into her, her smaller, humble breasts were pushed against his chest as his it rocked against hers, her skin starting to perspire precious beads of sweat, making it so his skin ever so deliciously glided against hers, his weight a comforting and grounding force on her. His kisses to her mouth, her cheeks, her jaw, her neck, her shoulder, her chest, each one precious, powerful, meaningful. His tongue tasting those precious beads of moisture, appreciating and carving it’s taste into his brain as her taste, added to the taste of her mouth. Precious, delectable flavors he hungered for as she did the same to him, biting his earlobe as her hands made fists into his curly, unruly hair to keep his head right where it was just as he was using his elbows to lift himself off of her by a few precious centimeters just to lower himself down to suckle at her breasts, the sensation striking her own prophetic notion of their children latching on and feeding her nourishing milk that she would make for them someday in the near yet distant future. 

But now, the sensation only brought her pleasure as her back arched off the bed to push her breasts into his mouth that much more as he went from one to the other so that neither felt neglected as he left a wet trail of his saliva on his mouth’s journey on her body before he removed one hand from her shoulder to lick at his dry fingers and put his fingers between them, in the midst of the protective tuft of hair to keep her sex safe and protected and to keep any moisture from escaping such sensitive and delicate tissue, to find her clit, her nub, to circle it, press it softly at first, his touch growing in firmness until her body answered with how much pressure his touch needed to please her best- as her body wrythed beneath him when he found the right pressure, the right speed, the right spot to work his fingers because he was dangerously close to finishing and the shame of being so selfish as to find his ecstasy without or before she found hers was too great a burden for him to bear, his father had imparted such knowledge many times before for him to not know how to pleasure the one person who mattered the most to you. 

“Mahbubi” he grunted, almost growling and snarling in a possessive, powerful yet needy tone in her ear as he continued his ministrations on her as her voice was helpless to do anything but moan and keen in return, the pitch and volume betraying how much pleasure he was giving her and how oh so close she was, just a little more, just a little longer, he could hold back his own pleasure, only to ensure her own. 

“Mahbubi!” She cried as her hands almost became clawed at his back as her whole body began to tense and she arched her back again and canted her hips to feel the friction and angle of him inside of her that much more keenly before she reached her peak, a sharp gasp, a keening cry of release as her legs suddenly clamped tightly around his waist as her hips ground into his and his fingers and prolonging her orgasmic release that much more intensely and longlasting and just as her body was starting to relax as she was riding the slow decent of the back of the wave of her orgasm did he pull his hand away to place his hands on either side of her head to really give himself the traction and support his body needed to power into her almost animalistic strokes as her essence made her canal especially slippery and within a few short minutes with his faster, harder strokes did he finish himself, pumping her full of his seed which he would be reserving for her, only her. His beloved, his Mahbubi as he pressed his hips into hers as hard as he could, delivering his precious seed as deep into her womb as he could. Knowing one day, eventually that seed would take root before he collapsed onto her. Letting his body relax fully onto her, feeling her still being able to breathe easily under him as she held him close, cheek to cheek as they both tried to catch their breath again before she rather absentmindedly started to gently run her rough fingertips over his back, the feeling soothing him further as the soft stroking turned to scratching, with what little tips of fingernails she had, which his body happily welcomed. 

“That feels wonderful, thank you.” He thanked her appreciatively as he reached up and still held his cheek to hers but held the other side of her face with his hand before softly stroking the rough apples of her cheeks with his thumbs before petting her head and hair, in an equally comforting, soft, gentle, comforting and nurturing touch. 

“Thank you.” She mirrored with a pleased murmur as she stopped her scratching to hug him tightly for a moment before his softening and shrinking member broke the seal it had created between the head of his cock and her womb before he rolled off of her but went to lay down beside her, facing her as she rolled with him, keeping face to face before she scooted down, her head turning upwards so that her ear was pressed to his chest, his heartbeat, while still faster and harder from his exertion gradually slowed as a soft blanket that had been laying on the edge of their bed roll was unrolled to cover the lovers to keep out the chill of the night was starting to come in. 

“Rest Mahbubi.” She urged him as sleep beckoned her mind and body. 

“The best rest is in your arms Mahbubi.” He answered her with a fond but sleepy grin as he let his arm be her pillow and wrapped the other around her possessively as she had curled the arm of the side she was laying on to rest under her breast but the other was wrapped with equal possessiveness around him. 

Because in these moments, he didn’t belong to any prophecy or any grand design or to anyone or anything outside of this tent, he only belonged to her. Wholly and completely, unquestioningly and faithfully. In mind, body and spirit.

#Dune #Dune 2021 #paul atreides #Cheni #Paul/Cheni #new otp #Yes I know from the synapsis from the older Dune media that she dies giving birth #I'm hoping the new movie will change that damn it #let my precious babies LIVE DAMNIT

[astaroth1357]

AYE requests briefly open you say? Then here ya go: MC (female or gn) turns into a child for a day courtsey of Solomon (maybe around 5) with the Brothers. I think it'd be adorable, what with finger painting on spell books and things, but there ya go!

The MC is Now Five Years Old, Thanks Solomon...

Oh boy…. A little kid in Hell sounds like a train wreck admittedly, but at least they'll have some pretty strong guardians right? I heard It'll Be Okay by SMLE & Helen Tess and decided that was JUST the feel this sort of request needed.

Intro:

Solomon really doesn't mess up spells often. He's been doing this for a while (at least as far as my headcanon is concerned) so he's gotten pretty damn good at magic over the years. It takes a looot to make him mess up. Like say, a natural disaster, an unexpected surprise… or a whole-ass MC getting knocked into what sigil he's using at just the wrong time. Yeah. That'll do it.

How in the world is he going to explain this to the brothers…?

Lucifer

His anger toward Solomon is quite severe… tempered only slightly by how utterly adorable kid!MC is. (Well all know he's got that soft spot for cute things 🤭) It reminds him so much of his brothers at that age…

The man basically reverts back to being Dad!Lucifer sooo fast.

He's the one tying their shoes, checking on them throughout the day, making sure they're not running with scissors… that sort of thing.

Weirdly enough he's not that bothered by it… In fact, his brothers find it a little unnerving just how at peace he seems when he's keeping track of kid!MC doing this or that… It's like he's just put on an old pair of gloves and found out they still fit.

Speaking of his brothers, Lucifer can't turn off "Parent Mode" so it starts spilling over to them too...

When he started telling Levi "It's bedtime" and used a napkin to wipe Beel's face for him in public, they decided to hold an informal intervention. They're grown demons now, damnit!! 😖

Mammon

The first thing kid!MC did when they saw Mammon was fling themselves at him while screaming "MAMMIE!!!" at the top of their lungs… Regardless of his confusion, the man could probably die happy now.

He only gripes a little bit about being saddled with babysitting duty… Because everybody knows he's not the babysitter now. He's the playmate.

"Mammie, I wanna play House!!" "I ain't playing House with ya, kid. How 'bout Tag?" "No way, you're too fast!"  "Hide'n Seek?" "Luci said we can't play that no more…" "Well don't hide in the oven again!" "You didn't find me!!" "That was the problem!!!"

Pretty much the Man-Child/Actual Child Duo. He's perfect for keeping up with them and they'll whine incessantly when they can't find him for too long...

Totally the brother to take them to the amusement park or really any of those super fun places kids love. He will be just as excited as they are to be there, too.

It's not uncommon to find Mammon passed out on a couch or something with an equally exhausted kid!MC sleeping on his back. The two can really wear each other out…

Leviathan

He's probably the least perturbed by this change. Sudden de-aging of characters is a pretty popular anime trope, after all...

He's not all that taken with kid!MC though to be honest… Largely because he's too worried about keeping his stuff out of their grubby mitts. 😖

"Levi, what's this?" "GAH! Don't touch that!! That's my limited edition Ultra☆Rainbow Witch figurine!!" "I wanna play with it, though!" "It's not a toy!!" "That's not fair! You have nothing but toys, Levi!! You need to share!!" "NO I DON'T!!!"

In those times where Lucifer forces him to share, Levi goes full neat-freak. He handles all the discs and games himself, everything gets practically sterilized, and kid!MC HAS to wash their hands before they touch ANYTHING (especially the game controllers). He ain't risking any random kid-gunk getting on his precious possessions… 😰

He does enjoy playing games with them well enough, at least. No one's going to pass up a game of Devil Kart after all!

Sometimes he'll let them win just to see how happy they get… Though, then they start getting a big head about it so he has to remind him who the actual gamer is with another string of losses... Sucks to suck, kid! 😌😏

Satan

… You know, five year-olds ask a lot of questions… A looot of questions…

"Satan, what's that?" "An umbrella. You use it so that rain doesn't get on you." "Where does rain come from?" "Evaporated water collects in the atmosphere and-" "Is rain like the sky peeing?" "...." "Satan? Does your face hurt?... Satan?"

Please Lord, they may not be on speaking terms, but someone has to have mercy on his patience...

In truth, Satan's kind of charmed by how curious kid!MC is, he just wished they'd listen more to his boring explanations…

"Satan? Why does everyone listen to Diavolo?" "Lord Diavolo is like a king to us demons." "Where's his crown?" "He doesn't wear a crown." "Oh… You don't wear a crown and people listen to you. Are you a king too?" "I mean, you're not wrong… 😏" "Satan, get back to work."

Eh, maybe having a little MC isn't all that bad. They don't lie, after all. 😌

Asmodeus

OMG he hasn't seen a child this cute since the twins were in diapers!!!!

If Mammon isn't around then Asmo takes over babysitting duties (like an actual babysitter) and he's more than happy to do it. It reminds of him of taking care of baby Belphie!

If kid!MC has any interest at all in makeup then he's happy to foster it. He won't give them the good stuff of course, but he'll show them how to do blush, eyes, lipstick, nail polish, whatever!

He also dabbles in a bit of facepaint so do they want to look like a kitty, panda, or dragon? He's got them covered.

Asmo just likes to let them be creative in all forms, really. He's going to be the one to break out the paint and markers and just the kid!MC go to town! (hopefully not on the walls…)

Takes pictures of whatever they draw, good or bad, and happily displays them to everyone. There's not a big enough fridge to hold all the art he's going to collect (and zealously protect).

Beelzebub

Playmate #2 right after Mammon, but he's the less excitable, more responsible one.

"Beel! Beel! Watch me jump off this slide!!" 😰 "Please don't… You could hurt yourself… You slide down slides. That's why they're called that." "*GASP*... That's right! You're a genius!!" *sits back down* "Not really, but thank you." 😊 *waits for them at the bottom*

If the MC is with Beel, they're doing one of two things. Either they're playing together or gorging themselves on junk food.

Beel actually likes "domestic" games like House and Tea Party because it's an excuse to raid the kitchen. He'll play "house-husband" all day as long as he gets to actually eat at every imaginary dinnertime.

He'll play active games too, of course. Especially action-oriented ones like "Cops and Robbers" or Superheros. No one's better at roughhousing than Beel! Though he'll go easy on them, cause they're small and all… 😅

Everyone can always tell when Beel's in charge of them because he carries them around on his shoulders. He's the tallest one of the family so it's like getting to be a giant!

Belphegor

Belphie was introduced to kid!MC when they started crying during one of his naps. They couldn't wake him and they thought he was dead… Followed directly by them declaring their tears were magic when they noticed his eyes opened.

He proceeded to close his eyes again and purposely play dead just to get them all worried again. It was the smile creeping up onto his face that eventually gave him away… 😏

He likes to play with kid!MC and Beel but he's not going to let it get in the way of his nap schedule or anything. When they play "Knights" he gets to take the role of the world's laziest dragon… Rawr.

Kid!MC will only settle down for naptime if Belphie joins too since he'll read them a book like he used to do with Lilith.

Satan's usually the go-to guy for storytime, but Belphie's a close second (largely because he just imitates what he remembers Lucifer doing for him, voices and all 🤭).

He deals with their myriad of questions by just making shit up and pretending he knows what he's talking about. It's around the time that he told them that little men live inside the freezer and shave ice cubes to keep things cold that Lucifer started getting on his case about it… Killjoy. 🙄

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios

[adhdslugcrimes]

More Souyo headcanons because I sold my soul to the fox guardian to max out their soul link. But like,,, adding more of the friends and the ships I ship with them lol

Yosuke and Yu have their own sets of nightmares, Yu needs skin-on-skin contact like holding a hand or resting his forehead on Yosuke shoulders (Yosuke wears loose shirts so his shoulder is always showing), as where Yosuke just needs grounding words and sometimes to be hold.

Their friends have their own ways of going through all of the things they went through with the murders, tv world, and such.

Though Yosuke's confession went off the plan, Kanji finally building up the courage to ask out Naoto in a cute but painfully awkward way, but none of them has anything on Chie's confession to Yukiko was... Memorable. Chie had lost her ability to speak due to the fears of ruining their friendship (even though everyone who helped her practice said Yukiko actually liked her back and to go for it), became frazzled, yelled she loved steak, ran away, it started to rain, Yukiko chased after her, multiple people in the group slipped on their asses, and then chie did confessed finally in the rain however leaning down for a kiss Yukiko loses balance and both get covered in mud, goes to the inn for everyone to wash up and the next day they all caught a cold except for teddie.

Their sexuality and gender identity (my opinion, if yours is different that's cool please share 🥺)

Yu- Pansexual because of course he didn't see gender, he saw husband material in the trash, and Genderfluid because I don't care that cross dressing moment awakening this part of him and like terrible timing in the middle of a murder cases but gender identities don't come in good timing. Pronouns: he/she/they mostly he and they.

Yosuke: this man is bisexual, first nobody calls their friends partners ironically unless you are not straight and don't bring up cowboy movies into this there are gay cowboy films, v-necks all season long, talks about yu a bit much, headphones, has zero balance, his room being a mess, in mostly all of Yu's dancing scenes and his dance scenes too, your affection, and lastly he rolled up his sleeves. He's a disaster bi and I will die on this hill.

Kanji- pansexual, I know him being straight and liking stuff that normally label you as gay and I got to agree with that like whatever you want, however I love him as pan because it feels right to me.

Naoto- Demisexual, I am a firm believer that Naoto is Demi and when getting to know Kanji they fell in love with him. They are non-binary, pronouns are she/they tho since she/they are not called they as much I'll be referring to them as that because my reasons.

Chie- lesbian. I ain't got to say much, she's totally a lesbian and is in the middle of butch and femme presenting.

Yukiko- also Lesbian, I'm sorry I can't see her liking a guy and like,,, we all saw her's and Chie's shadow scenes and them rescuing each other like,,, not a hetro explanation to be seen.

Rise- graysexual, she felt attracted to Yu but like she could see how much Yu liked Yosuke but little hurt feelings she's fine, beside she doesn't really need any partners as badly as she puts on sometimes her friends and family are more than enough! She's also mtf trans because fuck you I say so let me just have my trans babies!

Teddie uhhh well Teddie is Teddie he doesn't have a sexuality if you are pretty or even handsome he'll flirt with you, also I am sure he has no gender but he present male because it feels right and like he was really comfortable in the cross dressing moment so like he just exist to be a one-of-kind Teddie.

Speaking of Teddie, this man lives with the Dojima's to protect Nanako as a big brother! Yu is very proud of him and grateful for him wanting to protect his little sister/cousin.

Yu, Yosuke, and now Teddie can sing the Junes store theme by heart. It's still Nanako's favorite store and yes she's disappointed in her big bro and Yosuke getting banned for one.

Kanji becomes a fashion designer and he makes his friends wedding attire and clothes for Nanako and send them to her because she deserves cute dresses for her family and damnit she's so cute and when he visits he goes to her and just makes her look even more ADORABLE and send pics of her new outfits to Yu and Dojima and listen okay, these two have been seen crying at their phone because NANAKO IS JUST SO CUTE AND HAPPY AND THEY JUST WANT HER TO PROTECT HER PRECIOUS SMILE AND JUST SHUT UP NANAKO DESERVE TO BE SPOILED AND HAPPINESS FOR YEARS AND YEARS AHHHHH

Yukiko and Chie's cooking has gotten better, Yu are Kanji helped them not make anymore mystery food x again. Yosuke stutters at the utter mentioned of that name.

Yu looks calm, but he's holding back his pure feral rage. He keeps it inside him and then he'll die.

Kanji and Yosuke 🤝 getting bolder around their loves

Yukiko and Yu have thrown movie nights in where they kidnap their friends, use teddie to get through the tv world, and watch movies together and nobody else question it.

Rise came out on her being tran, and Yu became her bodyguard because he saw half the hate by some fans and like she has some already but no he literally placed a hand on her shoulder and said "I want to go with you." and he did went and broke a few knee caps and def met Ryuji and yes in pq2 he def remember Yu because you can't forget someone with a silver bowl cut busting someone knees (Ryuji is trans too btw, because) ((also no knee busting, he wanted to but legally he couldn't... Lol new au delinquent! Yu the true delinquent but yeah he was just there making sure Rise tour was safe so he didn't have to worry about her))

Yu is a mama bear, he calls up everyone ever once in a while and kill not think twice about murdering you if you decided to choose violence towards his friends.

Yu also takes being an uncle seriously, he has Dojima has an uncle he has standards to meet.

Kanji saw Rise new costumes line and he said "these are ugly give me three days" and now he makes her costumes.

Kanji also personally tailors Naoto's clothes because they are still so short-

Naoto gets top surgery, shut up let me self-project here.

Chie also gets top surgery, she loves her chest flat she's more confident and like,,, men shirts,,, a new possiblity.

Yu unironically sings the little mermaid under the sea while cleaning and nobody knows why.

Everyone makes Naoto eat because they just forget to being so deep in a case.

Yosuke and chie 🤝 sleeping in weird and almost uncomfortable looking positions

Yu and Yukiko 🤝mildly worried about their partners.

Kanji reads to Naoto as a thing that relax them and like cuddling with Kanji is like heaven (get it?)

Yukiko has a Halloween type of stuff for the inn's to gain more tourist but like there's three levels of being scared. 1. Very small that won't cause heart attacked, 2. Middle scare, 3. HOLY SHIT level.

Yosuke can draw but like only his friends know this, and like in the crushing years there's a sketch book that is just Yu, everything Yu, and like Chie found it and like impressed but also like felt it because she has written C x Y since like middle school okay.

#yosuke hanamura #yu narukami #souyo #kanji tatsumi #naoto shirogane #kannao #rise kujikawa #chie satonaka #yukiko amagi #yukichie #teddie #p4 #p4g #my headcanons #nanako dojima

[stray-kids-react]

Having stretch marks

M.list

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Bang Chan

° Likes to trace them while in the shower, his lips pressed against the middle of your shoulder as his finger trace up and down the stretch marks on your stomach.

° Finds them very cute to be honest, like a birth mark or some freckles. And always brings you up, when you are feeling down about your stretch marks.

° Will call out anyone who tries to make you feel bad, asking them what they get out of making fun of someone so innocent and kind. They never know how to answer.

° Almost died of a cuteness overload when you dressed up as a tiger for Halloween, Felix taking the opportunity to take pictures of his priceless reaction.

"I was thinking of getting cream to remove these ugly marks."

"But you're my precious tiger baby~"

Lee Know

° Loves how they resemble cat stripes, so you better be prepared for random cuddles just because you showed a bit of your stretch marks.

° Once places glitter over your stretch marks while you were asleep, and it is now his wallpaper. Showing off his piece of art to anyone he can, even your family.

° Is ready to throw hands at anyone who talks bad about you in general, but someone will have to physically hold him back if they comment about your stretch marks.

° Has grown a habit of unconsciously tracing some prominent ones on your sides when cuddling, even if you aren't showing any skin. He'll just trace them through the clothes.

"Is that still your wallpaper Lino?!"

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be my cute kitten?"

Changbin

° Smothers you with compliments everytime you hang out, fully aware that you become a flustered mess each time. But he wants to build up your self confidence.

° When he's getting out of the shower with you, he'll stand you in front of the mirror and tell you all the reasons your stunning. Always including your stretch marks.

° Once cried because you called yourself ugly in a serious tone, Changbin never understood how you could ever see yourself from anything less than perfect.

° Likes pressing kisses to the stretch marks on your stomach, complimenting you in his high pitched aegyo voice. Never failing to send your heart into a fluttering frenzy.

"Y/n, you are so cute it's not fair. ~"

"Binnie stop, my heart can't take this."

Hyunjin

° If you even try to bring yourself down, he'll tackle you in cuddles and give you the most confused expressions when you try to explain your reasoning.

° Likes when you embrace your marks, loving the confident essence that comes off of you whenever you feel good. He wants you to love them just as much as he does.

° Won't let the person who insults you even finish, they won't win against his remarks. He always knows how to shut idiots up and won't hesitate to when they aim at you.

° When you're trying to sleep and having trouble doing so, he'll place soft and gentle kisses against the marks that are places across your neck and shoulders.

"How am pretty in your eyes? I can't see it."

"How are you not? You're a literal angel."

Jisung

° Will be so loud and dramatic with his compliments that it sometimes embarrasses you, he only ever goes that far when you're being too hard on yourself though.

° Will lose his train of though and focus when you sit in front of him, all of his attention going towards you and your adorable stretch marks.

° Falls asleep tracing your marks, always waking up with his arms wrapped around your chest as his face is buried into the crook of your neck.

° Calls you his zebra baby, due to the fact that you are adorable like a baby and have stripes like a zebra. Making a bright grin spread across your face everytime.

"No one is aloud to touch my zebra baby."

"No one can touch my quokka either then."

Felix

° Will sometimes just stare at you with a soft smile, always answering with a cheesy compliment when you ask him why he's staring. It always makes you blush though.

° Likes to playfully bite you, and if he bites somewhere will a stretch mark he'll trail gentle kisses along the mark. Soon biting you once more, always giggling cutely.

° Doesn't let anyone talk down to you, and people learn not to mess with you the hard way. It's not you there scared of, it's your boyfriend who's ready to throw hands.

° You like to play connect the dots on his freckles, while he plays snakes and ladders on your marks. Wanting you to see your marks as positively as possible.

"Damnit I lost again..."

"How'd you lose at a game you created?"

Seungmin

° Doesn't want to put much attention towards your marks, since he worries that you'll become overwhelmed with the attention and become nervous.

° When he compliments you, he is never specific on what part he likes. Because he lives every part of you, including your adorable stretch marks which he adores.

° Is more worried on your state whether then getting revenge on someone who was rude to you, he'll step in and tell them to get lost. But his main focus is always on you.

° Cheers you on and becomes excited for you when you decide to embrace your marks, such as the one time you wore a more revealing swimsuit.

"Do I look alright Min? Is it too much?"

"You could never be too much, trust me."

Jeongin

° Noticed them when you reached up high and your shirt rode up, he turned quite bashful with a face full of blush. But he also couldn't help but swoon over your marks.

° When he's extremely bored, he'll sometimes count how many marks you have inside his head. Looking away before you can catch him staring for too long.

° While cuddling, his hands always reach towards your thighs. Tracing the stretch marks, and gently massaging the soft and delicate skin.

° Will literally place his hands over your ears when someone dares to insult you, he'll tell them to get lost and let Minho roast them instead. Cuddling your sadness away afterwards.

"You didn't tell me about your new marks~"

"Innie... I don't keep track of them."

#stray kids #kpop #changbin #skz scenarios #stray kids reactions #han jisung #hyunjin #jeongin #lee know #bang chan #skz seungmin #felix stray kids #Lee felix

[escaping-explosions]

Tease - Aizawa Shouta x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, daddy kink, creampie, smut up the ass, teasing, choking, sex toy use, sexting

A/N: I’ve been obsessed with the idea of Aizawa being tortured by his SO and then fucking them furiously so I made it and I definitely wrote it all in one night so there’s probably a lot of mistakes so pls be kind I haven’t written in a long time ;-;

You were about to be murdered. You definitely had the feeling that you were going to enjoy what whatever was coming to you but you were definitely going to die sometime tonight.

Aizawa’s eyes were burning holes into the sheer blouse that settled gently around your shoulders but you paid him no mind, continuing to prattle on whatever ridiculous subject Nezu had requested you speak about. All of Aizawa’s students paid rapturous attention, leaning forward in their seats as you spoke. The thoughts of the number ten hero, y/h/n, were important stuff after all.

“Okay, does anyone have any questions?” your perky voice shook Aizawa out of his stupor. Shame, anger and arousal crawled over his skin in turn as he lifted his gaze to meet your piercing y/e/c eyes. Try as he might, Aizawa couldn’t shake the vision of the filthy fucking photos you had sent him right before you entered his classroom. Unsuspecting of your true intentions, he had opened the files and choked on his coffee. The chatter of the classroom had stilled as a few of his students asked frantically if he was okay. He brushed them off as he scrolled through the photos you had sent him. The first ones had been innocent enough pictures of you getting dressed but the next few were… lewd to say the least. In one, you were flashing the soft dove grey lingerie set he had gotten you for your birthday to the camera, breasts pushed high by the bra. That was enough to make his mouth water but the next photo was you lifting the long, modest skirt you were wearing to show your fingers pressed against your dripping, wet pussy. The lacy thong was dark with your slick and you had evidently been playing with your pussy for a while because your fingers were wet up to the knuckles. He had shivered at the image, cock already getting hard as he yearned to take a taste and it took everything in him not to lick the surface of the phone itself.

The last photo was the true reason why he was currently so feral and why he was rock hard under his black joggers. It must have taken you forever to get the angle right in the mirror but you had bent over, hiked up the skirt and peeking from underneath the lace thong, was a gold princess plug with a red stone on the end. You had taken the photos this morning right before leaving the house and made sure to hit send to Aizawa before you walked in the room just to rile him up. You knew exactly what that would do to him: the thought of you pressing the plug into your ass and then strutting into his classroom like you owned the place. You hoped it would drive him wild and by the absolutely irritated look he had on his face when you walked in, you accomplished your goal and then some.

Aizawa ground his teeth together as hands shot up into the air, clenching his hands at his side. The softness of his pants grounded him reality. He was about to crawl right out of his skin if he didn’t get his hands on you like, yesterday, but these damn brats won’t stop asking questions. He didn’t blame them for being starstruck, you were pretty incredible but lord help him. He instead focused on how your voice sounded as it cheerily and sweetly answered all the inane questions that the brats asked, focused on how your eyes sparkled with pure, liquid evil, focused on how he was going to get his revenge on you later.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After class was dismissed for the day, Aizawa had requested that you meet him in his classroom so you could have go home together since you took the bus over.

And, you hoped, for a naughty rendezvous in his classroom.

You rubbed your thighs together in anticipation, the cool, wetness between your legs only hastening your stride. You had been toying with this idea of teasing Aizawa at school for a few months now so when Principal Nezu called to ask if you could speak to the class, you accepted without hesitating. The purchasing of the outfit and the plug were a little difficult since you lived with your boyfriend and his prying eyes but thankfully you had a very deep hall closet where things tended to get… “lost”. The get up for today had been squirrelled away and had been thrown on in a rush as soon as Aizawa had left to teach this morning.

Judging by the thunderous expression on your boyfriend’s face as you entered his classroom, you were going to get exactly what you wanted.

“Hi baby!” You strode across the room and fell into his lap to give him a kiss but he pushed you away. Hurt bloomed in your chest. Was he… That upset about the photos?

Aizawa closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, his brows knitted together in annoyance. He inhaled deeply, exhaling through his nose, a clear sign that he was stressed beyond measure. Your heart stuttered in your chest, suddenly regretful and unsure of yourself and your behavior today. Was it too much? It was probably too much.

“I fucking hate you.” You flinched at his words, a cold slap of words shocking you. Your head dropped in shame, the burning spreading across your cheeks and threatening to spill out of your eyes. Damnit, you really miscalculated this one.

“Get on the fucking desk.”

Your head snapped up, shocked as hell.

What?

Black, burning eyes met your gaze when you lifted your head. Aizawa’s eyes burned with fury, desire, and a hunger you’ve only seen a couple times from him. Boy oh boy, did it make you weak in your knees and your thighs squeezed together in reflex. With just with one look, your boyfriend already had you in the palm of his hand, dripping wet to the point you could feel strings of your slick sliding down your thighs.

He clicked his tongue in exasperation. “Kitten, I don’t like repeating myself. Get on the fucking desk or you’re going to be punished even more than I had initially planned.” Aizawa impatiently thumped the surface of the desk with his fingers and you didn’t hesitate to scramble up, crossing your legs as you did so but your boyfriend shook his head at this. “Don’t be shy now kitten, spread your legs so I can see that fucking pussy.” His voice was low, almost a growl as he ordered you to expose yourself to the cool air of the classroom. As he spoke, he smoothed his large palms up your calves. You shivered at his touch, tensing up slightly in anticipation of what was to come. Aizawa slid his hands under your skirt as his hazy black eyes zeroed in on your legs, pushing it up as he caressed your thighs in almost worshipful tenderness. Your heart softened for a second: he was always like this, touching you like you were something precious and delicate.

The soft touches quickly turned rough as your boyfriend forced your legs apart and hooked his fingers into your lacy thong in one motion. His voice hardened as he spoke. “You’re such a fucking slut, Y/N. Coming into my classroom with a goddamn buttplug in, talking to my fucking kids about school when I know all you want is to be plugged full of my fucking cum.” You shivered as you let out an involuntary mewl. Your boyfriend was the best at dirty talk and when he was furious like this, it only increased a hundredfold.

“Oh come on baby,” you tease breathlessly, your pussy clenching as your panties were pulled unceremoniously off. “You know you-“ The rest of your sentence was choked off as your boyfriend brought the completely soaked material up to his nose and inhaled the scent of your arousal. You whimpered, wishing it was your pussy next to his mouth. His tongue slipped out from between his lips and he lapped at the slick that coated the lace trapped between his fingers. His eyes fluttered shut as he could taste how turned on you were.

“What a filthy fucking slut. You’re so wet, look at you.” Without preamble, Aizawa dropped his hand to between your thighs and shoved two of his long fingers into your sloppy cunt causing you to throw your head back with a groan.

Oh fuck. Aizawa’s fingers filled you up in ways you had been needing all day and you rocked your hips in desperation, trying to get him to move them inside you but he remained still.

“Shouta plea-“ Your pleas were cut off by Aizawa’s sudden grip on your throat. Your breath caught and your eyes widened as you felt his fingers flex in a silent threat. “If the next words out of your mouth aren’t ‘please’, ‘more’, or ‘Daddy’, I don’t want to fucking hear it, kitten,” he spat out, his face twisting with lust and anger. “Got it?” You nod furiously, thankful that he was holding onto your throat or you would have been crying for his fat cock. Already, the slight lack of oxygen was making your head swim in the most delicious way as Aizawa gently leaned you back onto the table. He released you for a brief moment to snag a hair tie from his desk. With the darkest, smoldering look in his eyes, he tied his long hair back into a loose bun and renewed his grip on your throat.

Slightly reclining, his forearm was pressed against your chest to ensure that you didn’t move and that his grip stayed on your throat. Aizawa lowered his head between your thighs and you could feel yourself get wetter as he exhaled on your pussy. He admired the glistening shine of your arousal that coated your thighs and was leaking out of your pussy before diving in. Your shout of surprise turned into a cry of pleasure. Your dark haired boyfriend ate your pussy like a man starved, tongue fucking you as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. His tongue was slithering up and down your slit, dipping into your hole as his fingers pulled out. Occasionally, he would give a gentle suck to your clit which made you thrash, threatening to throw his hand off your neck.

“D-Daddy,” you whimper, slapping your hand over your mouth in hopes of strangling the cries before they came out. Aizawa pulled away from your pussy and in a low, dangerous voice that sent shockwaves straight to your pussy, he said “Don’t do that, I want to hear you cry.” His piercing black eyes latched onto yours as you shakily let your hand fall from your mouth. This entire time, he hadn’t stopped fingerfucking you, the desk slightly squeaking across the linoleum from the force of his pumping. You nodded at him and let out a high moan, the wet squelching of his fingers in your pussy sending your hormones through the roof. Your orgasm rapidly approaching, you let your head fall backwards and your eyes rolled back, fingers grasping at the loose fabric of your boyfriend’s black sweater.

All of the sudden, you were too empty and your eyes flew open.

“W-Wha, Daddy! Please!” You stuttered in betrayal at being brought to the edge and then left hanging. You were so close to cumming, you would have done anything but Aizawa had other ideas. His expression was cool but his eyes still burned with the same anger and lust from before as he sat backwards into his teacher’s chair.

“Filthy slut, you don’t get to cum before I do.” Your breath caught in your throat as you watched his heavy cock spring free of his sweats. His cock looked angry and dark, head purpling and wet with precum and you couldn’t wait to get it inside of you. Aizawa lazily picked up your abandoned thong, still soaked with your arousal and gripped it in his palm with his cock.

Black eyes bored into your own as he began to stroke his cock with your panties. The slick sound of his cock against the fabric was so hot, you were surprised that you didn’t burst into flames. As much as you wanted to reach for him, you knew that he would continue to deny you your orgasm if you misbehaved so you fidgeted in your spot, wishing it was your cunt wrapped lovingly around his cock, slicking it up with your wetness instead.  Aizawa let his head drop back, letting out a guttural groan as he stroked his cock, already imaging your tightness wrapped around him.

“Fuck baby, do you know what the fuck you did to me today? How badly I wanted to fuck you all fucking day?” You whimpered and snuck a hand between your thighs, a couple of fingers pressing deep into your pussy hoping to take the empty ache away. The soft wet noises of you both touching yourselves filled the room. “Your slutty little cunt is just waiting to be filled with my load, isn’t it baby?” Aizawa grunted, twisting his wrist a little as he continued to jerk off. “You want to be bred, baby? You’ll really be able to call me Daddy then, won’t you?” You jerk your head in agreement, desperately scissoring your fingers inside yourself as you tried to find that spot in you that would see stars.

“Come over here baby, come ride Daddy’s fucking dick,” the dark haired man growled, tossing your panties to the side and you threw yourself off the desk and into his lap. With one fluid motion, your boyfriend had turned you around and spread your legs. You marveled at his strength, he had your leg hiked up in the air with one arm, exposing you to the silent room. With the other hand, he grabbed his cock and gently tapped it against your slit, the tackiness of your slick dripping down his cock. You helped him guide his cock into your waiting entrance and let out a long, low moan at the feeling of your boyfriend’s fat fucking cock stretching your tight cunt. As soon as he got the head of his cock in, Aizawa got impatient and dropped you onto his cock, punching a shout of surprise from your lungs.

You hooked your arm around his neck so you could see his face as you experimentally rolled your hips. Both of your eyes rolled back as you started to move, your tight channel sucking him in deeper and deeper and his girth stretching you in ways you had been craving all day. As he filled you, you could feel the plug that was in your ass moving in tandem, seperated from his cock by only a thin layer in your body. You were so full but you couldn’t help yourself, you kept fucking yourself back on his cock. With every bounce, you jostled the plug inside you and it just felt so good to be so full that you continued to ride your boyfriend. The lewd slapping sounds of your bodies moving together made you both moan in lust. Aizawa attempted to muffle his moans by sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, grazing his teeth across the skin. This earned him a high pitched whine from you and you bounced even harder on his cock, feeling your orgasm nearing.

“D-Daddy,” you gasped, sparks firing off low in your belly.

“Yeah, yeah baby, you gonna cum?” Aizawa panted, reaching around and gently stroking your clit. “Cum on baby, cum on Daddy’s dick.”

Hearing your boyfriend give you permission to cum was all you needed to push you over the edge. You screamed as the force of your orgasm hit you like a truck, slick squirting out over Aizawa’s fingers and dripping down his cock. Your boyfriend wasn’t far behind, biting into your shoulder to mask his cry as he came inside you, the pulsing of his cock almost arousing you again.

As you both came down from your highs, you could feel Aizawa laughing into your shoulder.

“Nasty, naughty fucking girl.”

#aizawa smut #aizawa x reader #BNHA imagines #mha aizawa #tw: daddy kink #tw: choking #tw: sex mention #my hero academia aizawa #aizawa shouta

[beclynn-herondale]

Falling like the Stars

Jace was organizing papers: putting them into specific categories. He accidentally cut his finger on the edge of a piece of paper.

Involuntarily, he said, "Ouch." 

His daughter, who had been coloring a picture for Clary, jerked her head up. "Who hurt you?" her sweet little voice asked in a fierce and protective tone.

It took him a moment to answer, he loved his baby so much and when she did things like this it made him want to fall to the floor. "No one, Celery. I just got a paper cut," he said, tears forming in his eyes. "But, you're so protective and I love you."

She smiled like the sun. "Love you, too, dada," she said. "Can I beat up the paper?"

He laughed. "You can't beat up paper."

"I can."

Yes, she has the stubbornness of both him and Clary, both their babies did.

"How about instead we go start dinner," he said, "I'm kinda done with this paperwork."

"Yay!" she was beaming.

Jace always included his children when he did things like cooking or baking or when he took care of the plants in the greenhouse. It allowed them to spend time together but also he wanted to teach them these things, to pass things onto them so they'll remember forever, and to share memories that they'll hold with them forever.

He also taught these things to his nieces and nephews.

"Alright," Jace said, pulling a stool up to the counter and picking his daughter up and placing her on it. "What do we want to have?"

"Mommy said she's been craving the chicken stir fry you make."

"Has she?" Clary had craved that a lot when she was pregnant with the twins, and even after having them still wanted it often. "Well, mommy has been out most of the day. Let's surprise her with dinner."

"I think she will love that."

Cecie had always been pronouncing words very well for her age, there were moments when Jace wondered if Clary and him had made a genius. Though, maybe every parent thought that. And then Archie had the artistic talent of his mother, Clary had included him in painting since it was safe to allow him to do so, and he was already drawing things very well.

They made dinner and by the time they were finished Clary was back and Archie was back from playing soccer with Max and Rafe. Clary tackled their daughter with kisses while Archie ran up and tackled Jace's leg. "Hey, buddy," he said, while ruffling his son's red curls. Archie took after his mom in looks while Cecie took after him, except their eyes, Cecie had her mom's eyes and Archie had Jace's eyes.

"Mom, you gotta hear what happened to dada today."

"What?" asked Clary.

"A paper cut him," Cecie said, "I threatened to beat it up." She sounded so serious it made Jace want to laugh.

Clary stared at their daughter with a look Jace knew well, it was a look of holding yourself back from squeezing one their children into a hug too tightly. "You're so precious," she said. And hugged her with tears of joy in her eyes.

Jace watched them for a moment with adoration. Archie appeared to be trying to decide if he should tackle them both. Jace picked his son up and then went over to take both his daughter and wife into his arms, three of the most important people in his life. They both laughed and kissed him on his cheeks. His little family.

After dinner they put Cecie and Archie to bed.

"Read this one to me, da," said Cecie.

Archie nodded.

Jace was never able to say no to them. "Alright." He'd lost count of how many times he had read this book to them. It also happened to be the same book Max was obsessed with when he was younger, Jace looked at the book, The Very Small Mouse Who Went a Very Long Way.

Alec couldn't look at the book without remembering the many times he himself had read it to Max. Funnily enough, Alec had regifted it to Jace and Clary when Celery and Artichoke came along, Jace believes this gesture had hidden intentions. Aunt Lily also read it to them, though she also threatened to eat them because they were so cute and sweet, Alec told Jace that Lily didn't actually mean that, and he knew that as well.

After reading it to them twice, they both finally fell asleep. Jace gave them both a gentle goodnight kiss on the head and shut out the lights.

He headed to his and Clary's bedroom. Once you became an adult and a parent sleep was very much welcomed.

Clary was in their bathroom combing out her wild red curls. "Are our little Shadowhunters asleep?"

"Yup," he said, "after reading that book two times through."

"I do believe Alec gifted it to us as a way to secretly torture us."

"I think you're on to something, my love," said Jace.

She gave him that smile that was for only him. "How was your day?" she asked.

"Good. Celery really did threaten to beat up a piece of paper."

Clary laughed. "How did we get so lucky?"

"I don't know. But I know I can't imagine our lives without those two."

"Me either," said Clary.

They both got ready for bed and went to sleep.

——

Clary was walking toward her desk to get a pen: she was signing official Clave documents for the Clave in exile.

Sadly she still had clumsy moments and even more sadly she was barefoot, she stubbed her toe on the foot of the desk.

"Ow. Damnit!" she said, then covered her mouth as she remembered her two year old was in the room with her.

"You okay mommy?" Her daughter asked.

She looked down at her daughter, her big green eyes were full of concern. "Mommy is fine," she said, "just hurt my toe on the desk."

"Damnit! Stupid desk," said Cecie.

Fuck! She thought. "Sweety, please don't say that."

"Why not?"

"Well, uh, because it's not a good word."

"But you said it," said Cecie, looking confused.

"Yes. And mommy shouldn't have."

"Okay." Cecie shrugged.

"Hey, mom?"

"What?"

"Do you want a candy to help you feel better?"

Clary teared up. "Yes, I'd like that."

"K, I'll get you one."

She dashed out the door, while Clary clucthed her heart and sat on the floor from how much she loved that little baby.

At that moment Jace peered his head through the doorway and instantly his face changed from amusement to concern.

"Clary, are you okay?" he asked, voice anxious.

She waved a hand at him. "I'm fine. Just lost the ability to stand from the love I have for our daughter."

"Ah," he said, "did she threaten to beat something up for you?"

Clary nodded. "I stubbed my toe and she looked like she was going to fight the desk. Where's Archie?"

"He's getting paper and crayons, he immediately ran to get them when we got back. Saying something about how mama needed a drawing," Jace said. "Our Celery is becoming quite the protecter."

"Yes. And caring, she went to get me a piece of candy to make me feel better. And Archie is becoming quite the artist and kind boy."

At that, Jace looked like he too may start crying from the love for their daughter. "She's such a good Celery," he said. "Archie is a good Artichoke as well."

It was funny how Cecie was like the protecter and Archie was healer, the twins were opposites but loved each other to the moon and back.

Jace had nicknamed their daughter Celery and their son Artichoke after they were born. Clary being exhausted and knowing her husband and that there was no use in arguing with him on these nicknames, gave in and grew to love them for Cecie and Archie as well.

Jace had a thing with giving the kids he felt affection for or loved a nickname, and he of course gave much thought to the nicknames for their children, listing the benefits of them. Clary found it sweet, but also realized Jace was definitely secretly a plant and health nerd. He'd grown a lot from when she had first met him, he was more open with his love now, more open with his gentleness. He still had moments where he fought back reacting the way he used to but he had learned to fight them back, she was extremely proud of how far he's come. Then again, she was always proud of him.

Cecie came running back into the room, dodging Jace's reaching hands. "Hang on, dad," she said, "I gotta give momma this first."

She handed Clary the candy, then kissed her on the cheek. She then ran to Jace's still outstretched arms, and hugged him tight.

A moment later Archie came running into the room with paper and crayons.

"My celery," he said. "How was your day?"

"Good," she said. "Mommy got hurt though." She looked back over to Clary, who was on her feet now, and picked Archie up. walking toward two of the loves of her life.

"Mama's fine," Clary said, ruffling her daughters hair with her empty hand. then kissing Jace's cheek. "Now, we do need to get ready for Magnus' dinner party."

"Ah, yes," said Jace. "That's tonight. He'll be very dramatic if we are late."

"Uncle Magnus is awesome," said Cecie.

"Uncle Alec is awesome too," said Archie. Archie was always following his uncle Alec around, watching him closely. Clary wondered if he wanted to be like Alec. Jace of course thought it was the most amazing thing.

"Yes," Jace agreed. "But, uncle Magnus is also dramatic."

"You're one to talk," Clary teased.

They all laughed.

"Let's go! I want to see Max and Rafe," said Cecie. Who loved her cousins so much, and would tackle them with hugs when she saw them. Max and Rafe were extremely protective of her and Archie, as well. They would always be there when they were first learning to walk to pick them up and kiss their heads. They had always been gentle with them. And when they had first been born, Alec and Magnus brought them to see their new cousins and Max looked at them and said "I'm gonna protect them like little siblings." Clary started crying and Jace lost it too, it had been an emotional couple of days then. Magnus watched this with a kind of loving amusement and Alec patted his parabatai's shoulder.

It was odd and the most amazing thing, Clary thought. How they'd gone from a bunch of misfits who were fighting a lot in the beginning to a family who would do anything for each other and loved each fiercely. To all being married and having kids. She wouldn't trade this for anything.

"Is pop pop and gammy going to be there?" asked Cecie.

"No, but they are coming to take you tomorrow for a sleep over, though," said Clary. Cecie and Archie had started calling Luke pop-pop and Jocelyn gammy. Luke held the title with adoration and now has a mug  that says "best pop-pop in Brooklyn" ( gifted to him by Simon. his and Izzy's son also calls Luke pop-pop)

They went to Magnus' dinner party. They laughed and had fun and ate a lot. Magnus as usual threw a magnificent dinner party. This was their big family and it was home.

Inspired by an ask I sent @khaleesiofalicante last night

Tag list: @chibi-tsukiko @spotsandclawsthings @megs-readstoomuch @magnus-the-maqnificent @replayfootsteps @simply-ellas-stuff @bookfast-at-tiffanys @jazzkaurtheglorious @my-archerboy

#yes the title is kind inspired from the falling like the stars by james arthur #clary fray #clary fairchild #jace herondale #jace lightwood herondale #clary x jace #clace #celery herondale #artichoke herondale #otp #fluffy fic #the herondale family #the fairchild family #the herondales #the fairchilds #clace babies #clace's kids #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #tmi #the mortal instruments #bec's fanfics #bec writes

[cottoncandyjester]

wait does prince love zeke?? Like keeps him around cause he doesn’t want to let him go and all?

PFFT- absolutely not. At this point their friendship is purely blackmail the love part of it died a while ago

Plus prince can’t handle knowing that zeke doesn’t love him anymore, his ego won’t allow it

Warning this contains: abuse, toxic relationship, talk or murder, blackmail, racist undertones

“I’m actually happy prince. Let’s just stay out of each other’s lives” Zeke said softly as the two watched you chatting with his brothers. He wasn’t sure why even came to the party, it was supposed to be a housewarming party to celebrate you and zeke moving in together.

“I won’t do that, we are two puzzles who belong together.” Prince said softly making zeke scoff “we don’t love each other, you hate me as much as I hate you so do me a favor and stop the ca-” zeke flinched when prince slammed his hand against the wall behind zeke now leaning in close.

“Do they know? About that night?” Prince said softly, watching zeke’s expression shift from confidence to downright fear and trauma. “I have no idea what you’re talking about” Zeke hissed out as he turned his head away only for prince to scoff. “I’m talking about the night you killed a house of over 20 drunk teenagers only to ride my dick and call me your god two hours later, our special night” prince cooed out.

“That night was you, it wasn’t me..they don’t need to know” Zeke said firmly, relaxin when prince pulled away “okay, I’ll be sure to tell them all the details since I guess it doesn’t matter” he said with a smirk before turning away from zeke only for zeke to grab his arm.

“The fuck do you want prince, spit it out” Zeke sneers out harshly his hands shaking at the utter thought of you knowing the truth. “I want you to be my slave” prince said boldly making zeke tense up “the fuck?! Sorry, slavery ended a while back.” Zeke huffed out but the smile on prince’s face was starting to scare him.

“After this party, you are gonna make an excuse to slip away. Come back to my place and let me do whatever I want to you. Afterwards you’re gonna go home and pretend that it didn’t happen, sound good? If you don’t I’ll be sure to ruin your life, wonder what will happen if need got out about you and your family” prince spoke in a cocky tone that just made zeke want to punch him.

“What are you-”

“I mean Dante’s in a gang, mateo is clearly mentally unstable and needs to be in a facility, and Tiago..he already has a record so claiming he did something horrible and illegal won’t be too hard yeah? Then there’s you..mr mass murderer.”

Zeke felt himself spiraling, everytime he tried to get away from prince something like this happens, why was he to suffer like this? “S-stop, please..stop. I can’t do this, please I’m begging you” zeke pleads out, reaching out for prince only for him to pull zeke into a hug.

“Baby, make it easy then. Return to your master. Ditch the dead weight and be my precious little slave forever, think of it as punishment for your crimes” prince cooed out.

Zeke stood there broken, gripping prince’s shirt it wasn’t until he felt you touch his back that he snapped from his trance. “Zeke?” You said softly making zeke turn to you, his eyes filled with stress.

“What’s wrong?” You asked out making zeke glance away “I gotta go, but I’ll be back okay?” He said softly with a smile. “Okay?” You questioned out watching him walk off, confusion in his eyes.

“He fell in the spider’s trap again, damnit” Dante hissed out as he watched the scene unfold. “He was doing really god, is he gonna go back to alcohol again? He was so scary like that” mateo said softly making Tiago hum “let’s watch this play out, we shouldn’t interfere with zeke’s life” he said lowly making Dante growl in rage “Eh?? Fuck that! One call and I-”

“Dante, we are doing nothing. Zeke has to be the one to escape from this web on his own” Tiago said in a tone that made Dante settle down fear swirling his eyes “yeah, whatever..” he grumbled out.

#yandere imagines #yandere ocs #yandere #Zeke #prince

[evapunk333]

Red Rising Thoughts:

Golden Son

Starting with this part that makes me smile hugely and gives me chills!

Damn...like..that's a pretty fucking epic entrance!! For someone who is technically a sidekick, Sevro is just so fucking amazing!! I love everything about this bloodydamn goblin!

Also, the fact that he was obviously in contact with Mustang ahead of time so she could give Darrow a heads up is just so precious. Like, even though Darrow still has some reservations about Mustang right now, Sevro doesn't seem to have the same worries about her and is just like, "Slag that Sovereign bitch, I'm coming for your man, let him know!"

Gross Aja...gross. This is what is so fucked up about this society and why I find Pinks in general so interesting and tragic. I can't even imagine having to live like this, and even trained to do it well. I'm sure some might enjoy it to an extent, but it's hollow. Orgasms let you have momentary bliss...but in a life full of pain, what good is it?

I love how I am imagining this as kind of a sing-songy voice..kinda like 🎶Darrow..oh Darrow🎶 (if anyone can understand what I mean in text form 🤣)

Not that I condone killing kids...but he really should have killed the bloodydamned brat right here...fucking Bitchsander au Lune...😡

Damnit Darrow...I know that, doesn't mean that I still don't want him dead..😒

God Roque..Quinn ain't that great. Like seriously yo... friggin crybaby poet.

😭😭😭 My baby Tactus...he's hurt but is still as just as fiesty as ever. I love this man with my whole heart ❤️❤️❤️

#red rising #red rising saga #red rising trilogy #darrow au andromedus #darrow of lykos #darrow #sevro au barca #aja au grimmus #virginia au augustus #lysander au lune #tactus au valii rath

[lunnanunna]

Thank You

SF9 Extra Member AU

Summary: [Requested] Miyoung sees how the past events with Jin affected Chani.

Warnings: swearing

Taglist: @hyunmijung @galacticstxrdust @gay-jesus-official @precious-seungwooya @helladead-hellaradical @boss-baby-jongho @kimonmars @chagi-nana @wooya1224 @atinygracice @xiaojunssmile

A/N: This was somewhat requested. I’ll slowly write up the rest of the boys that are left on how they are dealing or have reacted to Miyoung’s whole Jin situation. Hope you enjoy!

Requests are open! Please let me know what you think.

Miyoung quietly read over the cue cards for this today’s music show episode. She was asked to be a special MC and join Chanhee, while the other two MCs were taking the week off.

She had been an MC once before and was super nervous, but this time the nerves weren’t as bad seeing as she was going to be with Chanhee.

“Noona, I’m going to go get some water and snacks. You want some?” Chanhee asked from his spot next to Miyoung on the couch of the green room.

Miyoung smiled and nodded. “I’d love some. Thanks, Channie,” Miyoung said and watched as the maknae smiled and walked out of the room.

Once gone, Miyoung went back to looking over her lines. They were simple enough, that she should be able to memorize most of them and not have to look down as much. She continued to read through them, mumbling the words.

“Miyoung-ah?”

The visual startled at the sudden call of her name and looked up to see a man poking his head in through the door. She paused as she tried to recognize the man through the hat and face mask.

The man seemed to notice her confusion and chuckled as he pulled his mask down. He smiled as Miyoung’s eyes widened. “Remember me now?”

“Yah, Hajun-ah!” Miyoung grinned wide, getting up from her seat. She made her way over to the man as he fully stepped into the room. Once she stood in front of him, she playfully slapped his arm.

“Yah! What was that for?” Hajun laughed, rubbing the offended area.

“I haven't heard from you in years, then you just decide to pop up out of nowhere as a-” she paused, grabbing his ID card to read his position, “as a stage light crew? Really?” Miyoung looked at him, raising an impressed brow.

Hajun chuckled, grabbing his card and tucking it in the breast pocket of his shirt. “Yeah, really. Not a bad job, actually,” he said, smugly folding his arms over his chest.

Miyoung shook her head, chuckling. She remembered a scrawny looking boy in high school with a pompous personality swearing he’d make it into show business. He obviously made it, but definitely not how he had originally planned.

“No, stop. Stop laughing,” he scowled, wagging his finger at her. Miyoung only giggled more. “Anyways, look at you! You’re an idol. Who would have thought that shy little Miyoung would be an idol,” Hajun smiled, shaking his head.

“I have no idea what came over me the day I went to audition either, but it happened and I’m glad,” Miyoung said, smiling to herself. Then she remembered something. “How’d you know I was here?”

Hajun sheepishly laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “I only just got the job and I had hoped to run into you at some point, though I figured it would have been during a comeback for your group. But then I saw that you were MCing today, so I looked up what room you’d be in,” he answered.

Miyoung quirked a brow. “Sounds kinda stalker-ish to me,” she said, folding her arms as she chuckled.

“Please don’t say that. I’ll look like a perv,” Hajun said, rolling his eyes, hands on his hips.

“Well are you?” Miyoung and Hajun both looked at each other at the sound of a new voice. Chanhee stood by the door, a seemingly peeved look on his face, and a plate of cookies.

“Chanhee?” Miyoung asked, smiling nervously. He looked kind of mad, and she had no idea why. “Uh, this is an old friend of mine, Kim Hajun,” Miyoung quickly introduced. She watched as Chanhee turned to Hajun. And glared.

“Uh, hi,” Hajun said, taking a quick bow, “Nice to meet you.”

“That’s Chanhee. He’s one of my groupmates,” Miyoung said, motioning towards the maknae. Hajun nodded as he looked at the taller.

The younger stayed silent. He looked Hajun up and down, almost in a challenging way, and Miyoung hoped to God, that he wouldn’t do anything stupid.

When Chanhee’s eyes landed on the lanyard that was hanging out of Hajun’s breast pocket, the latter quickly pulled out his ID to show him.

“I’m part of the staff here, I swear. Just new,” Hajun said quickly.

“Anyone can be a staff and still be sketchy as fuck,” Chanhee growled.

Miyoungs jaw dropped. (What the hell was that supposed to mean?)

“Uh, yeah. I get you. But seriously, man, I was just here to see an old friend. And look, I’m leaving now,” Hajun said, adding the last part quickly when he saw that the younger still seemed unconvinced.

“Chanhee!” Miyoung exclaimed, finally coming out of her stupor. “The hell is wrong with you? Why are you glaring? Not only is he a friend of mine, he’s also older than you. Where’s the respect?” she said, trying to control her anger. She didn’t like how Chanhee was acting.

“No, it’s okay, Young-ah. I gotta get going anyway. Maybe I’ll see you later?” Hajun asked as he backed his way out the door.

“You won’t,” Chanhee said as he pushed Hajun out the door and closed it.

“What the fuck, Chanhee?!” Miyoung seethed. She opened and closed her fists to try and calm herself, but she knew that she was close to exploding.

The maknae gave her a blank look as he handed her two cookies, then sat on the couch. Miyoung glared at him, dropping the cookies on the table and stomping over to him.

“Answer me, God damnit,” Miyoung demanded, standing in front of the dancer.

He shrugged and Miyoung’s blood boiled. “He was sketchy.”

“He- What? What do you mean?” Miyoung asked, her anger was rising.

Chanhee shrugged again, looking blankly at a spot on the floor. “I don’t like the fact that he just showed up out of nowhere. You said so yourself, it sounded stalker-ish.”

Miyoung’s eye twitched. “It was a joke. He was a friend. I know him,” she said.

“Yeah, you knew Jin too,” Chanhee rolled his eyes.

Miyoung froze. (That’s what this was all about?) She looked at the younger who seemed to be avoiding her eyes. “Channie?” the visual called as she squatted in front of him. He side eyed her then looked away.

“Anyone can work as staff and actually be bad. And not everyone is who they say they are. Jin wasn’t and maybe Hajun isn’t either,” Chanhee mumbled, head motioning to where Hajun had been standing minutes before.

He was looking out for her. Chanhee wasn’t taking any chances, and tried to eliminate what he perceived to be a possible threat. Miyoung didn’t know if she should have felt touched or guilty.

“Channie? Look at me, please,” Miyoung begged quietly. He chewed on his lip, but slowly turned to look at her. “Thank you, for looking out for me. It means a lot coming from you,” she placed a hand on his knee and gave it a squeeze. “But you know that we can’t live being suspicious of everyone and everything, right? We’d never enjoy life that way.”

Chanhee looked away then back at her. “But what if something like last time happens again?”

Miyoung watched as he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. She winced as she reached to tug the lip from his teeth. “Please don’t hurt yourself,” she whispered. Looking down, she continued, “I understand where you’re coming from. But what happened last time was not because I didn’t see any warning signs, it was because I refused to tell anyone about them.

“I know now that I should always come to you guys if I feel like I’m in danger, and I promise I will, but I can’t lock myself up and never see anyone again because there’s a chance of someone of them hurting me.”

“I know,” Chanhee whispered, “I don’t want you to feel like that. I just don’t want you to get hurt again. I know that I pick on you a lot, but I really was scared and hurt that you had gone through all of that by yourself. Sometimes I feel like maybe if I were nicer to you, you would have come talk to me-” he trailed off.

“Oh, sweetie no. Don’t say that.” Miyoung got up and wrapped her arms around Chanhee. He buried his face into her shoulder. “I promise you, the reason I didn’t say anything to anyone was because I was scared. Not because I didn’t trust anyone. And yeah you tease me, but I know that you actually care for me, just like I care for you,” she said, stroking his hair. He wasn’t crying, but his fists were wound tightly in her shirt.

“I’m sorry, I was rude to your friend,” Chanhee mumbled.

“It’s okay. I’ll text him later and explain,” she said, pulling back. He nodded then leaned back on the couch. Miyoung sat next to him, head resting on his shoulder.

“I promise to keep a watchful eye, but from a distance. I know that you say that not all people are bad, but I don’t know, I just don’t think I can be that trusting yet,” the younger said, playing with his sleeves.

“I understand,” Miyoung said, placing her hand over his, “Thank you for wanting to protect me. Hopefully there will never be a day where you’ll actually have to, but I feel more relaxed knowing that you’ll be there.”

Chanhee nodded, then leaned over and placed a kiss on her head. Miyoung giggled, looking up at the maknae.

“You’re getting soft on me Kang Chanhee,” she said, poking his side. He grumbled, but smiled softly.

Miyoung’s Masterlist

#sf9 #sf9 au #sf9 10th member #sf9 fanfic #sf9 scenarios #sf9 reactions #sf9 oneshots #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop oneshots #female kpop additions #kim youngbin #kim inseong #lee jaeyoon #lee dawon #baek zuho #kim rowoon #yoo taeyang #kim hwiyoung #kang chani

[mydarlingklaus]

A Very Mikaelson Christmas:

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

I know, it's been forever but I've really just been relaxing and taking care of myself the past couple of months but to all my readers for "Black Roses" I DID NOT FORGET ABOUT THE STORY! I will update as soon as possible and I miss it as much as you all do.

This is part 2 to chapter 10 of my klaroline family drabbles: Meeting the Mikaelsons, and occurs before the merge storyline. Link to my ff page can be found here and at the bottom so PLEASE leave a review!

Happy reading :)

"Alright let's go through the list:" Caroline began checking off her clipboard. "Elijah and Freya are on food duty. Marcel is taking care of music, Josie's bake goods are in the oven, Hope and Hayley are finishing the tree and other interior decorations while Kol and Alaric string up the lights outside. Did I miss anything?"

"Yes, like an explanation for why we are doing all of this tedious work when we could have simply hired professionals?" Rebekah blurted from her chair.

Caroline pointed a fake smile at the blonde Original who was casually sipping on a glass of spiked egg nog.

Given that this was the biggest Christmas party she's ever hosted, Caroline tried not to stress too much even over incompetence. This was a joyous time and was determined to make it special. Being an only child with just her mom Caroline never partook in grand holiday gatherings and now, she had two families coming together for the very first time.

"I knew I forgot something, Rebekah you're on table duty." Caroline ordered.

"The hell I am." She snorted before drinking from her glass again.

The baby vampire breathed in and out through her nose to refrain from her fangs latching onto an 1,000 year old being's jugular.

In an attempt to make everything perfect for tonight, Caroline created a schedule of tasks for all the family members to obey, and hers was making sure everyone followed through with their tasks—she didn't count on confronting prissy Mikaelson behavior.

Over a thousand years of existence and they all acted like they never heard of basic chores.

"Last I checked you're apart of this family too which means you have to assist in some way. You can't just drink liquor all day." Caroline scolded.

"Actually I've been doing that just fine, thank you very much." Rebekah grinned raising her glass to the aggravated blonde. "Not to mention I've spent all morning searching for those impossible snowflake place settings you so desperately desired. You're welcome by the way. So from where I'm seated I've done my part."

"If we're being technical, all you did was pick out the pattern from the comfort of her bed while I was the one who actually had to hunt them down." Klaus announced walking into the room, making Caroline exhale into a smile.

She was relieved and happy to see him, not just because she missed his handsome face but because he was the only one capable of talking Rebekah down.

Despite the minor difficulties, Caroline was grateful the girls insisted on bringing thievery one together this year to celebrate Christmas as a family.

Kol flew in from California the night prior, around the same time Rebekah arrived from New York City on her private jet. Alaric had last minute paperwork to finish before handing over the keys of the school to his right-hand-man, Dorian, for remainder of the break—he drove out early that morning, alone.

Alaric finally accepting Klaus as a permanent factor in both Caroline and the girls' lives made their complex situation more graceful.

"I hardly see how that's relevant." Rebekah retorted with an eye roll, amusing her dimpled face brother walking up behind the chair to place his hands on her slumped shoulders.

"It's relevant, little sister, because you haven't lifted a finger since you've been here. This is a family day which means everyone is pitching in, no matter how much we may not want to. You're no exception here. I assure you arranging a few place settings on the table won't break a nail."

She shoved him off. "Oh please, as if you actually care about the holidays when you haven't spent one with us since Hope was wobbling around in bloody diapers."

"Rebekah—"

"You know Nik, It's okay to admit you're only agreeing to such humiliating labor to impress your precious baby vampire. We all already know the truth." She teased, smirking while finishing off her drink. The expression in her eyes could easily get under anyone's skin.

Caroline pressed her lips into a tight line, already sensing Klaus' annoyance beside her.

After all these years of being in Klaus' life—in some capacity—she figured the vindictive Original would have warmed up to her by now.

Obviously, not so much.

"Damnit Rebekah, stop being a brat and just fetch the bloody plate settings." Klaus groaned impatiently.

He shook his head when she childishly stuck her tongue out at him before standing to make her exit towards the kitchen.

"Where are those bloody daggers when I need them?"

Caroline sighed exasperatedly when placing her clipboard on the piano. "Oddly enough, that doesn't sound too bad. I'll forever deny that I ever condoned that."

Klaus laughed under his breath. "Your secret's safe with me."

The blonde's white teeth nibbled on her rose colored bottom lip. Both hands fisted into his black buttoned-down shirt, fingertips teasing the exposed necklaces before she leaned on her tiptoes for a quick but lingering kiss. Lips barely tasting the other before slowly parting, foreheads resting against each other's for a few peaceful seconds.

"Hi." She smiled.

"Hi." He smiled back while tucking her hair behind her ears. "I don't like seeing you stressed."

"Then you're completely unaware of what it's like to have a conversation with you." She teased, kissing his pouty lip sweetly. "But if you were any different I wouldn't want you."

"And what a shame that would be."

Their lips pecked against each other's again before Caroline let out a deep exhale, looking over their Winter wonderland home to see what else needed to be done—there was quite a bit.

"You're still stressing." Klaus said when observing the stress line in her forehead.

Caroline scoffed turning to face him. "Uh, yeah! The tree is only half done, the outdoor lights are probably just slapped on like a pile of meat and did you not just see me pulling teeth just to get your sister to set a damn table!"

He chuckled to himself, kissing her wrinkled forehead and rubbing her arms to calm her.

"Rebekah is the laziest vampire I've ever known and I'm sorry about her behavior but love, she had point. We could've hired professionals to do all of the decorating and cooking in half the time. I have excellent recommendations from our last gathering. Money wouldn't have been an issue if that's what you were worrying about."

"Seriously? Do Mikaelsons know nothing about traditions?" She scoffed.

"Actually no, we don't. To be fair me and my siblings only began liking one another two years ago."

Caroline's lips pursed as she pushed his hands off of her. "This had nothing to do with money, and this isn't just any Christmas, it's our first Christmas with everyone home together and I wanted all of us to embrace all the holiday traditions as a family. Which includes forcing in-laws to do basic household tasks like decorating a damn tree."

"In-laws?" Klaus smirked.

Caroline's cheeks slightly reddened as she accessed the weight of her words. Her sweaty palms rubbed up and down her burgundy bodycon dress hastily.

"Shut up..." She mumbled, slapping his chest when his smirk grew.

"Look, Klaus I may not have grown up with a huge family but I did have a lot of friends who took that place. We decorated trees, hung lights, ate dinner together, drank more alcohol than legally allowed and enjoyed each other's company." She explained somberly. "They stopped me from feeling lonely every year and I always said when I had a family of my own those traditions wouldn't die, and now I do..."

The corners of Klaus's lips turned up into a soft grin at her shy doe blue eyes staring up at him through her thick lashes.

Klaus stepped forward, grabbing her by the hips. "I like this."

"What, my distress or me bossing you around?" She teased relaxing into his hold around her waist.

"You being in my family." He clarified. "I like that you're mine and hearing you consider this your home. You'll never be alone, love and I'm very much looking forward to many, many more Christmases to come with all the ridiculous traditions attached."

A warm smile made its way to her face as she observed the genuine contentment on his.

It was just as surreal for her too, but for Klaus to go centuries spending every holiday alone to now sharing it with an entire family, she knew how much these moments meant to him. But she was just as eager to spend the rest of eternity with him too.

Her hands reached up to his face to bring him in for a quick but effective kiss

She moaned into his mouth when he unexpectedly gripped her sides, tongues brushing as they stole a few more of these rare moments.

They were both dazed as Caroline pulled away.

"Thank you. I guess I'm kinda into you." She smiled while wiping her lipstick off his bottom lip with her thumb.

Klaus responded with another kiss, this one more urgent and than the last. His hand placements more determined and certain as squeezed her hips, riding up the skirt of her burgundy dress.

Caroline giggled against his lips.

"Nope. We can't right now..." She whispered, trying to show some restraint inspire of her body's craving.

"Come now love, I haven't had a second alone with you all day. Indulge me." He persisted, pulling her closer against his hard chest.

"There's still so much to do..." Her defenses slowly falling.

"That'll all get done momentarily. Besides, we are currently standing underneath a mistletoe. We must comply with all holiday traditions. Isn't that what you said?"

Caroline appeared slightly bewildered when looking up at the festive plant hanging over them, not remembering hanging it up there before peering down at her smirking hybrid. The inner conflict roaming in her head already a thing of the past when her hungry eyes made contact with his full bottom lip.

"Rules are rules." She agreed breathlessly, her arms now wrapped around his neck she happily succumbed to the surrender.

Not beating his tongue from invading her mouth and fingers scrunching up her dress as the oral exchange deepened into a more passionate frenzy.

Her sexual appetite no better than his, especially when being deprived of each other for longer than 10 minutes.

"Oh for fuck sake! Would you two get a room already?"

With a low groan, the couple detached their lips but remained wrapped in each other's arms despite Kol's rude interruption.

"Certainly. Every room in this house belongs to me after all." Klaus announced.

Kol tilted his head with a smile, leaning against the living room's wall with a glass of liquor in his hand and ankles crossed.

"I'm no prude and usually would be helping myself to the view of your public display of affection, however, someone has to save my precious nieces from the emotional scarring." He claimed. "Not to mention, I've been tortured enough today from hanging bloody Christmas lights with that moronic human all day. Last thing I need is a floor show featuring Caroline where I'm not participating."

The blonde's cheeks suddenly a deeper shade of blush pink while she held Klaus back by his chest.

"Say anything even remotely offensive towards her again and I'll rip out your heart through your throat. Understood?"

The younger Mikaelson grin spread menacingly at the beading gold hue in Klaus' eyes.

"Is it a proper Mikaelson gathering without a few death threats? Happy holidays to you too, brother." Kol lifted his glass to the couple before skipping out the room.

"Remind me to snap his neck while he's sleeping tonight." Klaus groaned.

"I don't get why you're still bothered by his remarks after all these years. You know how he is and how much he loves getting under your skin because you make it so easy. He's harmless."

"More like a pest." He scoffed. "And his habitual inappropriate comments towards you doesn't make it right Caroline and quite frankly, I'm over it. Why did you to invite him anyways?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Because I invited the entire family and last I checked he's your baby brother, who you've missed more than you want to admit."

"Debatable." Klaus muttered, causing Caroline to laugh as she trapped his lips with hers for a sweet kiss.

"Better?"

He smirked against her lips. "With you? Always."

Playfully rolling her eyes, she twirled away from his greedy hands.

"And speaking of the girls Lizzie just texted that she and Sebastian are about ten minutes away." Caroline informed, deflating Klaus' smile.

"Yes, how could I forget we allowed our naive 17 year old daughter to go on a solo road trip with a boy three centuries older than her." Klaus muttered.

"She's not alone."

His eyes narrowed at her teasing tone. "Caroline."

She giggled, fixing the collar of his shirt. "Lighten up. I thought we talked about this. You said you were going to stand down as overprotective dad when it came to the girls love lives."

"They're only 17 and 18 years old. They're not allowed to have love lives, especially with boys as old as I am." Klaus scolded.

"Weren't you the one who was more than thrilled to agree to Sebastian spending Christmas here?"

Klaus' face scrunched. " 'Thrilled' is a bit of a reach, love. More like you and Lizzie ambushed me with the invitation. I'd agree to anything for her to be here even if it meant agreeing to undesirables staying in my home."

The baby vampire's eyes narrowed. "Don't you think you're being a bit dramatic?"

"Dramatic?" His eyes widened. "Caroline, this ancient boy popped out of nowhere. Has shown a sudden interest in our very young and vulnerable daughter after knowing her for what, a few days? And has her so mind-warped he even managed to convince her to let him spend the bloody holidays in our family sanctuary. He's a stranger to all of us, so forgive me for being a bit skeptical."

Letting go of his collar Caroline took a step back, letting out a loud huff as she combed her fingers through her golden tresses frustratingly.

"If I say something you don't like, promise you won't throw a fit and ruin Christmas?"

"You think I'm being paranoid." He concluded for her.

She nodded while crossing her arms. "Yes, and unreasonable, and a bit of an ass."

"An ass?" His eyebrow quirked up.

"Very much so. Babe, I love you. I know you have nothing but good intentions when it comes to the girls but you need to stop. You have to trust them."

"I do. I've told you multiple times that was never the issue Caroline and you know it. Can't believe you're still insinuating otherwise." He barked.

"Seriously?" She scoffed. "Klaus look how you're reacting right now. It's Christmas! We're supposed to be cheerful and loving towards each other, not insulting and yelling. You try chalking up this behavior to being an overprotective parent but it's more than that. Deep down you don't trust that Lizzie can handle herself."

"You know that's not true." He claimed defensively.

"When you describe her as 'vulnerable' and 'naive' it sorta weakens your claim. It makes me feel like you don't trust me either when I keep reassuring you that everything's fine."

Klaus' features softened as he observed the clear irritation and concern on her face. The wrinkle in her forehead that swigged out whenever they argued shined in all its adorable glory, but for the first time he wasn't delighted to see it.

There was no one in the world he trusted more.

"Car-"

She raised her hand when he tried to step towards her.

"You're an amazing father Klaus, the best even. 90% of the time you're everything they need, and I try to not be jealous about it." Caroline confessed. "But that 10% is for who they are as young women, the parts of themselves they're not comfortable sharing with you. That's where I step in and give them all the advice you can't, like boys and hormones. Hard to believe but there are some things even Klaus Mikaelson isn't an expert on."

Klaus swallowed, feeling more guilty and ridiculous by the second despite Caroline's attempt at lightening the situation with a smile.

"Lizzie is doing good. She's stable and happy for the first time in so long and has no interests of messing up her progress. I know you worry and want to protect her but if she's ever going to be the free-spirited adventurer you always imagined her to be, you have to let her grow on her own. Let her make mistakes and be as normal of a teenager as she can. Believe me when I say nothing ruins the relationship between a father and daughter more than telling her she can't see the boy she likes."

Klaus winced imagining his bond with Lizzie being served over something as irrelevant as a stupid vampire boy.

Being in control of all aspects of his life was how he refrained from completely losing his mind. He was a leader, King of the French Quarter kingdom but these weren't his hybrid soldiers he could command—they were his family.

He nearly lost one daughter for not being there when she needed him, he couldn't make that same mistake with another—no matter the intentions.

"Bloody hell..." he groaned, tugging at his curls. "I've been a proper prick, haven't I?"

Caroline's eyes shifted upwards, pretending to ponder. "Only a little." She said while making Klaus lightly chuckle under his breath.

Biting her bottom lip she cautiously stepped towards him.

"We're not welcoming him into the family, just getting to know him. He makes Lizzie happy so we owe it to her to at least give him a chance." She said, grabbing his hands into hers and caressing the base with her thumb, feeling all the built up tension slowly being released from his body and the situation.

He tilted her chin up, making her crystallized blues peer into his. Her hands rested on his biceps while his free one tightly wrapped around her waist.

"I do trust you, more than anyone. Please tell me you know that." Klaus desperately pleaded.

Her eyes wandered his worried face and heart ached at his desperate tone.

Over the course of their relationship Caroline felt she had to jump through multiple hoops to smother Klaus with reassurance. Deep down she understood his insecurities about their relationship—if she was confident in choosing him and not hating herself for it—but she had some of her own as well, especially when it came to being a good mother.

Caroline slowly nodded.

"I know, but it's nice to hear you say it too." A soft smile made its way to her face.

Her arms circled around him before pulling her hybrid in for a kiss that dissipated the claustrophobic tension.

Klaus squeezed her hips as the kiss transitioned from languidly and slow to passionate and purposeful.

Their lips, warm and soft as they exhaled into each other's mouths. Standing underneath the mistletoe without a care in the world of who in their nosey family could walk in on them.

They were each other's last eternal love and were not going to hide it from anyone—especially during the happiest time of the year.

Caroline gripped his biceps again, softly moaning as she opened her mouth to him and Klaus was all too eager to comply to the request.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

The doorbell rang before their tongues could even touch.

"Ignore it." Klaus groaned while going in for another kiss.

"We can't just ignore the door." She weakly retorted as their lips hovered.

"Sweetheart there's a at least six other people in this house. Let them feel useful." He mused when his thumb released her bottom lip from the clutches of her teeth.

Caroline was on the verge of complying until the buzz of her cell phone on the piano distracted them both.

"What is with all the bloody interruptions?" Klaus groaned.

The baby vampire giggled as she wiggled out of his embrace to check the bright screen.

"Our daughter is the interruption. She and Sebastian are right outside. Try to play nice." Caroline encouraged, grinning into another quick kiss before walking towards the front door.

Klaus felt a surge of panic run through his body as he watched from afar as Caroline opened the door.

Her face lighting up at the sight of the young blonde girl in the doorway, pulling her teeth in for a tight hug that visibly embarrassed Lizzie but he knew deep down she appreciated it.

A small smile began forming at the corners of his lips watching them together, knowing they were two of the four lights of his life—his forever love and daughter both under the same roof with him again. For the first time all day he felt whole, finally having all his girls together again, even if it was only briefly.

Family was something Klaus never took advantage of, not anymore.

He tried to focus on the tender moment playing out in front of him instead of the the smirking brunette boy standing beside Lizzie in the doorway.

Klaus' smile faded and fists clenched when Sebastian greeted Caroline with a kiss on both cheeks.

This was the first time he had actually seen the other vampire fully.

No denying he was originated from a different era, based on his ruffled white shirt, boots and blazer like a pirate. Lizzie explained that Sebastian was desiccated as a teenager but he still had a mature aura that made Klaus uncomfortable. His features so sharp and defined, it made him seem much older than he claimed. Too mature for a newly 17 year old girl to be with—Klaus thought.

"And these are for you, Headmistress Forbes. Elizabeth informed me that you fancy white lilies."

Klaus overheard the youngster using his charm on Caroline and based on her flattered reaction and an 'aw you didn't have to' quickly following, it seemed to be working.

-I hate this.

Klaus's chest compressed as the three began walking towards him with beaming smiles on all faces except the boy. Instantly noticing the young couple's fingers interlocked together while Lizzie and Caroline talked and Sebastian's eyes wandered around the mansion curiously.

-I really hate this...

He let out a deep exhale as a smile shaped his lips as the enthusiastic young witch skipped into his arms.

"Merry Christmas Klaus!" Lizzie beamed as their hug tightened.

The nerves that had piled up in Klaus' throat dissipated at the warm greeting from just one of the four lights in his life. It was difficult to imagine the centuries he went without physical affection given how habitual the act was now.

It had barely been two months since he last saw Lizzie but it felt like forever now that she was back home—her real home.

Rubbing her back and kissing the top of her head, Klaus slightly pulled away with one arm still around her.

"Merry Christmas sweetheart. How was the drive?"

"Great. I mean, Uncle Damon's burnt down Camaro is as ancient as he is and I nearly broke a nail operating the stick shift, but overall no complaints."

Klaus nodded his head, making a mental note to dispose of the Salvatore hand-me-down and buy Lizzie a brand new car.

"All that matters is that you're finally here safe and sound." Caroline beamed as she hugged her once more. "Everyone else is probably in the kitchen, slacking on their tasks but they'll be happy to see you."

Expecting everyone to follow her to the room but instead stood in confusion as no one moves.

Lizzie's feet stayed planted, biting her lip anxiously while pulling at the fabric of her white sweater like she wanted to rip it in half

"Um actually, before the rest of our dysfunctional family joins in on all the awkward fun that is to surely take place, I want to officially introduce someone to both of you first."

Klaus felt like the wind was knocked out of him when she took a step backwards to join the young vampire's side. Trying to keep his temper at bay when their hands joined again.

"This is Sebastian. He's a new student at the boarding school and my...my boyfriend." She timidly announced.

Another punch to the core.

Klaus' face was neutral but his body was stiff as a board from the pent up frustration that came with watching your child grow up right in front of you.

He tried to keep in mind the conversation he and Caroline just shared—easier said than done.

"It's nice to officially meet you Sebastian. We've heard great things about you. We're glad you were able to spend Christmas with us." Caroline greeted him.

"No, I'm the grateful one for you Headmistress. Not just for allowing me into your home for the holidays but also enrolling me into the school at the last minute. I see where Elizabeth gets her generosity from." Sebastian charmed.

Klaus' eyes couldn't roll harder, even more from how much Caroline was actually being affected by such mediocre charm. Her bright smile and modest blush that were once only preserved for him now being used on a amateur immortal with accent was sickening.

"It's an honor to finally put a face to the name, sir." Sebastian said with a nervous closed-lipped smile, stepping forward with his hand out.

Klaus stared down at the boy's hand, studied it like it was a foreign object as the three impatiently waited for him to make the next move. A handshake was final, a sign of respect and approval—he definitely didn't approve of him just yet.

He didn't like like this boy and if it were up to him his heart would be rolling in the ice cold snow for even gazing in Lizzie's direction. But he owed it to both Lizzie, and Caroline, to prove he trusted her.

Drawing out a dramatic exhale through his nose, Klaus uncrossed his arms as he locked eyes with the immortal boy. His jaw set and body tense when engulfing Sebastian's hand in a death grip, finally reciprocating the formal gesture.

"Um, Lizzie why don't we go find a nice vase to put these lilies in." Caroline suggested.

"You mean leave them alone, together?" Lizzie laughed. "Yeah, thanks but no thanks mom. I would prefer to return to Mystic Falls with my boyfriend in one piece."

Klaus chuckled at the nervous gulp dropping down Sebastian's throat.

"Sweetheart I promise, I won't kill him. Go on." He assured her with a sinister smile he usually wore before ripping out someone's spleen.

Relieved when she reluctantly followed Caroline out of the room, he set his focus back on the bug-eyed vampire in front of him.

"Unlucky for you I'm not big on keeping promises." Klaus gripped Sebastian's hand even harder—making him wince in pain and jerking himself forward.

"Mister Mikaelson—"

"Except when it comes to my family." Klaus added. "You'd be wise to remember the only reason your limbs aren't scattered around the bloody bayou and heart remains in your chest is because of Lizzie."

Sebastian frantically nodded, groaning from the pulsating ache in his right hand when Klaus finally released it from his hold.

Klaus took a step back, dipping his hands into his pants pockets as he watched the vampire boy massage his own hand. The vampire boy who was spending the next couple of days under his roof, charming his family. The vampire boy who captured Lizzie's heart and knowing there was nothing he could do about it—to protect her.

He sighed looking down at his shoes. "Do you care about her?"

Sebastian paused for a few seconds before nodding his head.

Klaus pressed his lips into a straight line as he walked dangerously slow towards the boy. "Usually I wouldn't tell a stranger this but you're not someone I consider a threat, Lizzie means everything to me. There is absolutely nothing I wouldn't do for her and that includes torturing and mutilating anyone who dares to hurt her in anyway. Understood?"

The vampire gulped when he tripped over the carpet, now realizing how close their chests were to each other's and his back to the wall.

"She's been through quite a lot in her short life and doesn't need an ancient delinquent ruining how far she's come. So I ask again, do you care about her?"

"Me and Elizabeth had our issues in the beginning, I'll admit." Sebastian shamefully confessed. "I—I did hurt her, rather cruelly, and by all unknown good graces she found it in herself to forgive me and grant us a second chance. Deep down I know I don't deserve the your daughter's love and care but, she's the first person in centuries who sees me as a man instead of a monster. Who thinks I'm worth a second chance. It'd be senseless of me to not see what this could become and the past couple of months have proven the future to be bright. So yes, Mister Mikaelson I care about Elizabeth immensely and will leave before I ever hurt her again."

The hybrid shook his head, a small laugh following after. "I know that story, all too well." Cleared the emotional lump in his throat.

It felt like looking into the mirror of he and Caroline's journey. How they originated in hate and hurt. The amount of chances she gave him, the way they saw each other in ways no one else could and the frogs she had to kiss along the way before choosing him as her forever.

Not that Klaus was rallying for this boy to steal Lizzie away, but he was beginning to understand the their draw to one another. Thankfully they wouldn't have to face similar challenges but there were sure to be new ones, and he'd be there by her side—if she needed him.

"Well, I will say I appreciate your honesty."

"I didn't want my first impression to be based under false pretenses." Sebastian grinned with a shrug. "Though she tells me not to worry, your opinion about me does matter. The Headmistress as well but from what Elizabeth has told me, you two are quite close. She values your insights and opinions more than anyone's. Given your infamous and intimidating reputation, it was actually less awkward meeting you than the hairy mortal with a crossbow."

Klaus threw his head back, laughing hysterically.

"You should've seen when he actually tried using that contraption on me. Free comic relief. I'm sure he has one with your name on it as well."

Sebastian snickered. "Yes, actually he's already threatened me with it a few times. Threats and all, I'm glad she has a family who cares about her to this extent. It's refreshing...to someone who is foreign to such familial love."

Klaus understood this boy better than he'd ever admit.

Sighing, Klaus placed his hands in his pants pockets again.

"Come on. It's going to be a long weekend and you haven't even scratched the surface of meeting our entire family."

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Sorry, but I called dibs

Notes: Everything else is the same, expect Dorothy is still part of the team (she didn’t “die” or lose her memories) and her and Laurent aren’t a thing anymore, but Laurent is still has some feelings for her

Summary: Dorothy is obsessed with Makoto, in the, mentor and underling mixed with owner and babying/spoiling their cute pet kinda of way. Laurent is jealous and wants a shot with Makoto, but Dorothy already called dibs (platonic Dorothy X Makoto )

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Case 1

As they sat eating in one of the fanciest restaurant in Los Anglos, Laurent watched as Dorothy still checked Makoto’s head for any wounds.

“Aw you poor baby!” Dorothy cooed him “I’m so sorry, maybe hanging you from the Hollywood sign was a bit too far”

“The crane kick was a bit too far!” Makoto glared at Abby, who flipped him off while she continued to eat.

“Laurent apologize!” Dorothy pointed to him.

It took Laurent a few seconds to registered what Dorothy commanded him to do.

“I’m sorry my darling” he chuckled “it seems I didn’t quiet hear you” he smiled

“Apologize to him. I mean it.” Dorothy’s face dropped to a cold stare.

Abby looked at Laurent to see what he would do. Makoto smirked, enjoying the shocked look on Laurent’s face.

“Very well...I am..sorry for having you suspended from the Hollywood sign” Laurent apologized

“Apology NOT ACCEPT!” Makoto growled

Dorothy didnt force, Makoto to accept his apology like she had forced Laurent to apologize. Instead she made sure Makoto ate and enjoyed himself at dinner.

Laurent watched in jealousy of how Dorothy would pinch his cheek, gush over how cute his face or accent was.

Laurent was jealous, but not in the way he thought.

Case 2

“Hey! Hey! Why you did you even go to prison? For being adorable?” Dorothy squished Makoto’s cheeks together.

“Stop that!!” Makoto smacked her hands away.

“Awww! I made him mad!” Dorothy laughed “come on! I’ll make up for it, you like bubble tea right?” She asked walking off with him into the crowd of spectators.

Laurent watched as they walked off. Dorothy had a hand upon Makoto’s shoulder. He felt that jealousy rise again in him. He knew he wasn’t jealous that Makoto had Dorothy’s attention, he was jealous that Dorothy had Makoto’s attention.

After Makoto had left back to Japan, Laurent realized what he was really jealous of. When he saw Dorothy gushing over Abby looking pretty, he wasn’t jealous. When he saw Dorothy and Cythina getting flirtly with each other, when drunk, he didn’t get jealous. When he had to watch and listen to Dorothy pulling a honeypot move, he didn’t get jealous. Every since Makoto walked into his life, any small feelings he had left for Dorothy seemed to finally disappear.

He walked up to them as they chatted. Dorothy grabbed his chin and squeezed it a bit “you are just so cute edamame!! I want to put you in my pocket!”

“Stop! I’m not cute!” Makoto protested.

Dorothy laughed and patted his head “anyways we need to talk your role in this.”

“We do?” Both Makoto and Laurent asked in surprised

“Yes! Because Clark is pretty hot, and if you play your cards right, you might score with him” she teased

Laurent tighten his grip around the umbrella “darling, I don’t see how that’s essential to the plan”

“Well, it’s not really, just a change for edamame to get lucky!” she giggled

“I am not sleeping with a target” Makoto growled

“You don’t have to, but if you want to kiss him, I’ll allow it, and if kissing leads to more-“

“SHUT UP!” Makoto shoved her face away embarrassed.

Dorothy laughed again “awww my little virgin edamame is shy!”

“IM NOT A VIRGIN!”

Laurent watched as the two went back and forth. He made a mental note to beg Abby to seduce Clark so he keep his eyes away from Makoto.

Case 3

“Your first con! I’m so proud of you!” Dorothy hugged Makoto “my little student is growing up, you’re going to make me cry” she sniffled.

Makoto rolled his eyes and hugged back “well..I learned from the best”

“Ok seriously stop! Cause I will actually cry and I’m not wearing waterproof mascara!”

Makoto laughed and got some tissues for her.

It was time to set the plan into motion, Makoto, Cythina, and Abby left. Dorothy decided to sit out, not wanting to distract him in anyway, Laurent of course was not of the plan since Makoto booted him out from the beginning.

Laurent and Dorothy remain alone in the hotel. Dorothy got up to pour herself a glass of wine, Laurent watching her walk from the living area to the kitchen.

“Just cause we’re alone doesn’t mean we’re going to hook up” Dorothy told him “you know why it’s a bad idea that we-“

“I actually have feelings for someone else” Laurent confessed.

“Oh! Tell me!” She rushed over and sat next to him. “Who the lucky person?”

“Take a guess”

Dorothy thought for a moment “mmm, I don’t know, Cythina?”

“Nope, not a bad guess”

“Abby?”

“No way, she have my head”

“Shi-won?”

“Nope, though she is like a fine wine is she not?”

“Oz”

“Ok know you’re just being mean”

“Tell meeeee!” Dorothy whined

Laurent chuckled “it’s edamame”

Dorothy stared at him for a few seconds blankly.

Laurent was expecting more of a reaction from her.

“No.” Dorothy spoke

“I’m sorry what?”

“I said no”

“Why not?”

“I called dibs”

Laurent stared at her after what she said “I’m sorry...you said you called dibs?”

“Yeah I called dibs”

“So you have feelings for him as well?”

“No i don’t. I mean..nah, I love him more in my little precious baby friend I must protect”

“So, I don’t understand why you’re calling dibs if you don’t have feelings for him”

“Because. I just called dibs. So he’s off limits”

“I don’t think that’s fair”

“It is fair, cause it’s dibs” she sipped at her wine.

“I don’t-“

“I think this conversation is done” she got up and headed to the balcony, leaving Laurent bewildered at what just happened.

Case 4

They were on the boat, celebrating their biggest con. Dorothy and Makoto wiped the blood of themselves laughing.

Laurent face was still a bit distressed after their fake death.

Dorothy and Makoto had been “shot” by Casano’s men after “betraying” their word, and fell out the window to their “death”.

To their targets, it was assumed they fell out onto the busy streets of Japan. To TC, they had fallen into the ocean bleeding out.

When they were forced onto the boat by Casano’s and his men, they were surprised to find Dorothy and Makoto sitting there, alive and well, already drinking.

“Man, we really thought you were both shark food!” Kudo chuckled “you gave everyone quiet the scare”

“Consider it pay back for Los Angelos” Makoto chuckled, Abby kicking the back of his leg out.

“What was that for?!”

“Making me think you were dead.” She kicked him again.

Dorothy laughed “come on! Let’s celebrate until the sun comes up!!”

So they celebrated until the litteral day break. Dorothy was passed out on one of the couches snoring. Makoto covered her with his blazer and went to watch the sunrise, Laurent joining his side.

“I’ll be honest, you did really scare me” Laurent chuckled

“That was the plan” Makoto smirked “again, pay back”

“Heh, I guess I deserve it”

“Hey Laurent.”

“Be honest, are you still in love with Dorothy?”

Laurent was a bit taken back, “No, for a while I was, but those feelings are long gone. Why do you ask?”

“Just, every-time her and I are together, I can sense that you’re, umm..well jealous”

“I am jealous” Laurent admitted “but not for the reason you think”

“God damnit” Makoto mumbled “just say it already”

Laurent looked at him confused “I’m sorry what?”

“Just say it”

“I...” Laurent thought for a moment “I don’t think I can-“

“What? Cause Dorothy called dibs? Be a man”

“You know about that?” Laurent asked

“Yeah, Dorothy told me all about it one night when she got super wasted” he chuckled “she said it’s cause she’s looking out for me. And she doesn’t trust you with my heart I guess”

Laurent sighed “well I can’t blame her, there was many reasons why her and I didn’t work out. I believe she is right in assuming the same will happen to us”

“Well it won’t”

“How do you know?”

“Cause I’m not Dorothy. And you’re not the same person you were when you fell for Dorothy” Makoto yawned

Laurent knew Makoto was right but he was still scared. “Dorothy will be mad I didn’t uphold dibs” he chuckled

“She’ll get over it. Plus, I don’t need her to always guide and protect me, and she needs to know that”

Laurent chuckled again.

“So.”

“So.”

They walked as the sun started creeping over the horizon line.

“Can we talk about this after we both gotten some real sleep?” Makoto asked

“Yes, I like that very much” Laurent smiled

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Okay how about I write

Danganronpa Characters sugar

Or, to put it simply, I'll write at least one positive thing about every major character from every game!

Let's go with Trigger Happy Havoc first~

Makoto:

The only male protag who didn't peek on naked girls 👏

Absolutely adorable

He looks like a dummy but he's also somehow smart af. Like damn, if he was real, he wouldn't have multiple lives, limited amount of anwsers, or minigames in his head.

Byakuya

I feel like he actually grew fond of the squad, especially if you look at the photos from his school life

Maybe he didn't save Komaru out of sympathy but he saved her instead of himself. He could just say the operation failed. He either really wanted to make Makoto happy, or is a man of honor, which is both good.

Poor boy deserved loving parents and much less stressfull life

Toko

SO MUCH CHARACTER GROWTH FJXTNBDUJ

Genocide Jil is frickin' hillarious

Deserves all the comforting things in the world

I low key want to read her novels

Kyoko:

She's The Waifu (duh)

Her confidence with the bodies scares me and I love it

Of course real people would be stressed af when put into a killing game. I feel like, despite being a distanced person, she would actually be one of the best people to comfort you and make you feel safe

Her dad loves her so much

Celeste:

Her style is ❤👌

She cares about her cat so much It was on The Warriors of Hope hitlist, haha

What do you mean she's not Kokichi's mom?

Hifumi:

Honestly, he respresents the people who started playing for the waifus

He might be dumb, but he fact that he killed to "protect" Celeste was pretty cool

Yasuhiro

Ok I still have to read Ultra Despair Hagakure to judge him better

But It was cool how he sticked around the island when the Future Foundation was put into a killing game

I actually like him, I don't really have a reason though

Mondo:

I like the fact that even after killing Chichiro he respected his wish and hid his identity

His friendship with Taka is life

He didn't deserve all the stress connected with his brother's death

Aoi:

Makoto's personal bodyguard jdksnwywins

Deserves all the donuts

Her friendship with Sakura is life

How she tried to avenge Sakura seemed dumb, but it just shows how much she believed in her

Sakura:

Buff waifu

Probably one of the most kind hearted and genuine characters in a franchise

Its's just... I can't even describe how much of a good person she is

Her death was the most moving one in THH

Junko:

I'm just impressed how skilled she is in like, everything

Like, she even was good enough to have a second talent when being Ryouko, wow

I wouldn't be suprised if she became the Ultimate Hope (in a maning like Izuru). It would be honestly funny if someone called The Ultimate Hope was actually The Original Ultimate Despair

Mukuro:

Best sis eva

So badass

I loved her after reading Danganronpa: If

DESERVES A LOVING SIBLING DAMNIT!

Sayaka:

Cared about her group so much

Talked to Makoto even before the killing game started and he became usefull to her, which is pretty cute

Left the message to save Makoto and others, which I appreciate

Leon:

Needs to form a band with Ibuki

I like his piercings

Chihiro:

POOR BABY DESERVED TO LIVE

To precious for his own good

I would drown him in compliments

He was SO helpfull even after his death, I love it

Taka:

So clean, so honorable,

Believed in Mondo until the very end❤

I wish my politicians were at least a bit similiar to him

Had one of the best bromances in the game

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