#my girl gets THREE uncle/older brother types because i spoil her

[jacklyn-flynn]

Happy holidays! Here's the first of my Satinalia series for this year, starting with Bull and Preia. Stay safe and be merry!

Trigger warning for non-death loss of a child.

“I can’t believe she’s finally sleeping. Happy Satinalia to us,” Preia said as she sank onto the plush sofa with a tired sigh. “From now on, we need to limit Uncle Varric’s presents. If we aren’t careful, he’ll get her a puppy next year.” Preia snorted, resting her head against his shoulder. 

“My bet’s on pony,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. 

“Cassandra wasn’t much better. ‘Baby’s first practice sword’ looked awfully expensive,” she pointed out. 

“She does like to use ‘born during an assassination attempt’ as an excuse to spoil her,” he agreed. “They all do.” 

“She’s a lucky little girl.” Preia looked up at him with a smile and he tipped her chin up to kiss her gently. She hummed softly and bit her lip. “Think we have time to take a bath before dinner?” 

Bull snorted, then kissed her again. “I’ll suffer Josie’s wrath if we’re late.” 

“Good, because I still have a present for you to unwrap.” She pushed herself up off the sofa.. 

“Is it the same one you get me every year? Because that’s my favorite.” The look he gave her when she glanced over her shoulder at him made her heart flutter. 

“Not getting tired of it?” she teased, opening the wardrobe to retrieve the box containing the lacy smalls and matching lingerie she’d gotten for his present this year. 

“Fuck no,” he said quickly, “never.” 

Just as she got her hand on the package, someone knocked on their door. Bull groaned, head falling back. Preia looked down at the loose shirt and leggings she wore. Figuring they were presentable enough, she opened it to find an apprehensive Josephine. 

“Preia, I’m sorry to bother you. A young man just arrived and is demanding to see you but he won’t say who he is.” Realizing she was wringing her hands, she dropped them to her sides. “I can’t even get him to say why he’s here, he just-” 

“Preia!” Her name echoed up from the bottom of the stairwell. She inhaled sharply, eyes widening. 

“Andraste’s ass, that’s my little brother. Let him up,” she called down and immediately heard footsteps running up the stairwell. “Josie, is it too late to add another setting for dinner?” 

Josephine was clearly relieved to find this wasn’t some poor attempt to get the Inquisitors attention, or worse, another attempt on her daughter’s life. “It’s never too late to add a seat for family. I’m sure Cullen’s niece will be thrilled to have someone her age to talk to,” she said with a sly smile. Josephine greeted the teenager when he made it to the top of the stairs, panting. “Young master Trevelyan.” 

Pressing a hand to his chest, he bowed. “Lady Montilyet.” 

She nodded to Preia and then headed back downstairs. He straightened and threw his arms around her. Still in shock, she returned the embrace. “Maker’s breath, Calder. Why wouldn’t you just tell her who you were? Do you have any idea the type of security we have here? What are you doing here? How did you get here?” 

“On a horse.” He pulled away, grinning. Preia was suddenly struck by how much he’d grown since the last time she’d been allowed to see him. Calder was as tall as she was and perhaps even had an inch or so on her. There was no denying they were related with the same red wine stained hair and stormy blue eyes. 

“I think she means how you convinced your parents to let you come. Are you by yourself?” Bull asked. 

“Bull!” the young man said, clearly excited. They’d met exactly once three years ago when Preia had been forced to return to the Trevelyan estate to tell her parents to stop arranging marriages for her. She’d been disowned completely during that trip upon finding out she’d essentially married a ‘brutish bull man.’ Her brother had been fascinated by her mate and asked endless questions which was to be expected from a sheltered and isolated child. 

“I didn’t even ask them. I just came. I’m old enough to be out on my own. Older than you were anyway,” he said to Preia, crossing his arms over his chest. He certainly didn’t look like a child anymore with a fighter’s body and towering height. 

“They’re going to be furious.” Preia groaned, running her hands down her face. 

“They?! I’m fucking furious!” he blurted out, throwing up his arms. “I thought you stopped writing after the whole Corypheus thing-good job by the way-but they’d figured out how we were communicating and stole the letters. I had to find out from a stable boy that you’d even survived! Our parents wouldn’t say shit, like you didn’t even exist.” 

“Shocking.” Preia’s deadpan face made her brother scowl. 

“They told me why you ran away,” he said quietly. Preia felt the blood drain from her face. “Not directly, but I’m not stupid.” 

“Fuck,” Bull said from the sofa, shifting forward to rest his elbows against his knees. “You okay, kadan?” 

She nodded dumbly, locking her knees to keep them from shaking. “What did they say?” 

“I told them there was this girl I liked, but they forbade me from even talking to her because her ‘station’ wasn’t good enough.” He said the word ‘station’ with a mocking tone, rolling his eyes. “I guess I was talking back too much because mother suddenly shouted that she raised me better than you and she wasn’t going to get rid of another bastard child.” 

Preia drew in a shaky breath. She jumped, startled, when Bull’s hand landed on her shoulder. He squeezed gently, lending his reassuring presence. Calder looked sad, and a little guilty, at her reaction. 

“That’s when I realized how fucking terrible they really were. I asked more about it but mother just ignored me and father told me to drop it. I thought you left because they have unreasonable rules and expectations. But that? I was so mad I had to leave and come find you. I have to know if it was true. Did you have a baby?” he asked hesitantly. “Did they-did they take it from you?”

Her throat was so tight she couldn’t speak so she just nodded. 

“I fucking knew it!” he raged, hands clenched into white-knuckled fists. 

“I’m sorry,” Preia managed to murmur.

“Why?” His brows furrowed and some of his anger melted away. “It’s not like you incited a rebellion or started a war with Tevinter. Having a baby outside of marriage isn’t some grave sin, unless you’re maybe a princess or something. We’re just a middle-of-the-road house in one state of the Free Marches. At best, it’s a mistake or poor judgment. It isn’t a character flaw that could possibly warrant having your-” he stopped, chest heaving with every angry breath. 

“Maker-damned pieces of shit! I’m never going back there. I don’t care if they disown me too. If I stayed, it would be like condoning what they did. I’d rather be exiled with you. They don’t deserve either of us. Fuck ‘em.” Calder took a deep breath, frowning. 

“Agreed,” Bull mumbled, squeezing her shoulder again. 

Calder saw the tears in her eyes and his shoulders dropped. “I’m so sorry…I should have waited to talk to you about that. I’ve been so mad. Absolutely fuming the whole trip here. I didn’t mean to ruin your Satinalia.” 

“Oh, Cal, you didn’t!” She threw her arms around him again. “I’ve spent so many nights wondering if I should have taken you out of there. I’ve been waiting for the day I would be able to see you again, whenever we wanted. It just came sooner than I thought.” 

“Does that mean I can stay with you and Bull?” he asked against her shoulder. 

“Absolutely,” Bull answered when Preia wasn’t able to immediately. A sudden cry came from the nursery. Calder straightened, looking between them, jaw dropping. “I’ll get her,” Bull said, kissing her temple. 

“Who’s that?” Calder looked at Preia in surprise. She was smiling again, glancing over her shoulder as Bull emerged from the side room with their daughter. “You had a baby?!” he exclaimed, excitedly holding out his arms. Bull handed her over and the toddler looked up at him in wonder. 

“She’ll be two in the spring. I wrote about her, but I guess that was after they found the letters. Her name is Nyx.” 

She had her father’s gray skin, though it was a bit paler and had more of a lilac hue. She also had his black hair, with two darker spots on her head where her horns would eventually grow. As Nyx looked up at her uncle, he grinned. “She’s got our eyes.” 

“Sure does,” Bull said with a chuckle. “Pretty like her mom too.”

“I get to be an uncle for Satinalia!” He was so elated, Preia was finally able to relax. The brother she adored hadn’t been swayed by her parents' hate. He didn’t judge her for the mistakes of her youth. She certainly had no inclination to send him home. Calder was right, he was old enough to make his own decisions and she was overwhelmed with joy that his choice was to get to know her. 

“I just have one more question,” he said, without looking up from Nyx who was giggling happily. 

Preia leaned against Bull who wrapped his arm around her and squeezed her tight against him. “What’s that?” she asked, smiling. 

“Can you tell me more about this niece of Cullen’s?”

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dai #satinalia week shorts #jacks does satinalia #the iron bull #bull x preia #preia trevelyan #calder trevelyan #introducing nyx! #teenagers amiright?

[flowerwrites06]

break my mind’s eye I — jjk

Plot: Jungkook thinks marriage is the only way to seal a deal. 

Pairing(s): Druglord!Jungkook x Fashion Designer!OC (Name: Belle) 

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Parts: Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X | Special 

Word Count: 7k+

Genre: Mafia | Angst/Smut/Fluff

Tags & Warnings: drug dealing, marriage through trickery, explicit smut, drug use, dubious consent, prostitution 

Authors Note: finally i was able to conclude that bmme can be reposted!! please welcome back this precious gem of mine 

The first time she saw was before one of her fashion shows. Small event compared to the likes of Gucci or Louis Vuitton but for her the biggest night of her life was about to happen. Unfortunately minutes before the show started, Belle got a call from her uncle to pick Taehyung up from their place and his tone sounded utterly bleak.

Walking away from a highly angered manager she rushed off to pick him up only to find him sitting outside on the porch in the cold wind, laughing a little to himself before swearing at no one. It was the first day Belle found out the things he had been taking.

Weed, ecstasy…she even found a small bag of cocaine hidden in his hoodie after getting him cleaned up.

“Where the hell did you get money for cocaine?” Belle tried to search his expression but Taehyung was too busy stumbling as he finally fell onto her bed.

“I know a guy. I promised to pay him back soon.” Taehyung mumbled turning to rest on his back, his limbs refused to stay still to a point where Belle started to get annoyed.

“Tae, how much do you owe this guy?” She asked, heart thumping a little knowing cocaine especially was not inexpensive and that mixed with other drugs…

His body being ruined was one heart-wrenching thing but she dreaded the amount of money this all cost.

Her brother stayed silent closing his eyes to let out a few breaths which caused her blood to boil even more.

Belle understood why Taehyung turned to something so putrid to relieve him of their recent troubles. There was a moment in time where she even thought to do so, maybe to ease some of the pain of they both went through. But it was getting out of hand.

-

The next morning Belle fixed him up a proper breakfast to distract him from taking another dose of the things he bought. Or was loaned anyway since he didn’t have a job or savings to pay for any of the products she found.

Taehyung didn’t even come to the table.

Instead as she walked towards the bedroom, she found him shirtless snorting something up his nose as he quickly threw his head back. Just hearing his sigh of relief made Belles’ stomach churn to near sickness.

Fuming, Belle grabbed whatever pieces of his stash she could find on the table and threw it in the bin pushing it away when he tried to savor anything that could be fished out. She saw his eyes widen so much that it almost seemed his eyeballs were going to fall on his hand.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Taehyung yelled, voice growly while his nose still had remnants of white powder dripping and his eyes bloodshot more than ever. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to get shit like that?!”

“I don’t care, you’re done with this!” Belle stood her ground but kept her voice calm, her own glossy eyes fixated on his.

“You don’t fucking get it!” Taehyung winced, face contorting it looked like he was about to cry. “I need it, okay? And I got that shit from a guy that works in the Jeon Cartel!” He gestured over to the entrance of the apartment. “I can’t ask for anymore, I haven’t paid for anything.” He yanked at his hair whining under his breath like a spoiled child not getting the toy he wanted.

Belle shook her head slightly, tears forming at the brim of her eyes. “Tae…” Her voice grew shakier now. “How much do you owe them?” Her bottom lip quivered watching his chest rise and fall heavily.

He stayed silent averting his gaze.

“Taehyung.” Her tone quickly turned firm though her heart pounded painfully. “How much do you owe them?” Belle truly hated acting like the oldest between the two.

Taehyung used to take care of her every single day almost more than her own parents since they mostly focused on their oldest son because he had ‘a lot more potential’. Her stomach ached looking at all the potential slowly going down the drain right in front of her eyes.

“A few hundred…six…maybe seven…” Taehyung muttered trying not to look directly at her when he spoke. He probably knew exactly the kind of shock gripped her face and he was damn right.

Belles’ entire body turned cold, her fingers almost wanting to fish out the substances herself just knowing how much money it cost to get it. But she curled them up into fists wanting to look strong. “I don’t…know how it feels…I do know it hurts and I know why you’re doing this but…I can’t lose you too.” She whispered, vision getting blurry as a lump grew in her throat. “You’re my big brother, you’ve always looked after me.”

Taehyung bit down his bottom lip lowering his head in slight shame.

“Please let me look after you.” She pleaded in a whisper trying to search his expression, to see any sense of softness or thought.

Her brother sobbed a little, running his shaky fingers through his matted hair before nodding but still trying not to meet her gaze. “Okay.”

Belle let out a trembling sigh of relief, a tear escaping slowly down her cheek when she finally relaxed. “I have savings you can use to pay for the drugs you asked for.” She stated in a gentle tone this time as Taehyung stared at her, shaking his head.

“That’s your boutique money, you can’t—”

“Yes I can.” She forced a smile across her face to reassure him. “My boutique can wait. I want you to get better.”

Taehyung gulped down carefully padding over his sister before leaning his head on her shoulder at an attempt of a lazy hug. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered against the fabric of her sweater, a light whimper under his breath. “Thank you.”

The chill that spread through her body now warmed up as she wrapped her arms around her brother, feeling like the younger sister if only for a second. “Who do we have to pay?” Belle asked sniffling a little.

“My debts’ too high…” Taehyungs’ grip tightened around the girl. “…the guy who gave me the drugs tells me I need to go straight to the boss for questioning if I come back again.”

Oh god, Taehyung…what did you get yourself into?

-

Much to Taehyungs’ discontent, Belle insisted on coming with him with the envelope of the payment in her hand. She figured cash would be more believable instead of bank transferring especially since there was so much money piled up for just debt. Her older brother looked at her a little surprised at how well she knew how to maneuver these things. “Being in the fashion industry doesn’t just mean I draw and sew clothes, you know.” She replied simply as she drove the both of them to the address Taehyungs’ guy told him to go.

During the trip she wanted to mention how sneaky it was to just give them the address and not come along. But then again…this wasn’t exactly an ethical business to begin with.

Of course it wasn’t difficult in the slightest to find the Jeon household considering it was on the outskirts of the city. A large sandstone colored mansion with vines growing off of the sides and golden detail on the windows and pillars. They drove in front of the closed entrance where Taehyung told them his name and that he was being expected which thankfully caused the large gate to slide open with a painful screech sound.

Heart pounded so hard it could have ripped out of her ribcages, the hair on the back of her neck stood up and her palms a little sweaty. The guards lined up in front of the door with their suits and shades making her homemade white floral dress look like peasants work. Even from here she could recognize that those uniforms were not made from some random ordinary designer. Even though the design itself was quite ordinary.

Taehyung walked out of the car first before Belle followed suit.

As soon as she walked out, one of the guards held his hand out.

“Ma’am, the boss requests that you give away your car in the duration of the meeting.” He spoke in a robotic tone.

Belle wasn’t even sure if he was looking at her directly since the shades were so dark but she gave him her car keys anyway. The feeling of emptiness eerily seeping through her already nerve-wracked body. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how Taehyung must be feeling around all of this.

They were led into the mansion by three guards. The entrance was really just a big hall that stretched across the whole expanse of the building. When they passed a large open archway then Belle could see the furnished details; a few couches circled around in the middle of the large space with the fireplace behind the sitting, a bar on the far right with some maids tending to the dust while there were stairs on the left leading to the upper level.

Why would they want meet them personally for a few hundred dollars? It looked like a small loss looking at the quality of this whole building down to the outfits their guards were wearing.

Maybe it was more greed than the amount of the money.

“Please be seated. Master Jeon will speak to you shortly.” The same guard declared before moving back to his post and standing there like a statue.

Taehyung and Belle sat at the couch that faced the fireplace. Thankfully the maids were kind enough to turn it on since she hadn’t realized how cool it was going to be in the house. They offered them tea which they both turned down. An empty stomach meant less likely for her to throw up from the anxiousness. Taehyung, on the other hand, lost interest for food altogether barely eating anything but crumbs.

She noticed the hollowness of his cheeks and the darkness under his eyes. How long had it been since she saw a smile stretching across his lips? Taehyung used to be filled with light and passion beyond anything Belle had ever seen. He was the reason she pushed herself to pursue her own dreams despite the side-eyes from their parents. He defended her passion. He protected from unfair treatment always giving her shine he thought she deserved.

Now Belle had to repay the favor. She needed to encourage her brother to restart his path back to one that made him happy instead of one that slowly destroyed him to the core.

Footsteps brought her back out from her thoughts, eyes trailing over to the stairs. A tall built figure dressed in an all-white suit with a button-up shirt to match, loosely done up so his gold necklace could glimmer in the light. Belle noticed the gold cufflinks shimmering from his wrists. Hair styled somewhat neatly with a side part and strands hovering his eye when he moved, lips a rosy hue and his face looked for younger than she expected.

When people said ‘drug lord’ she imagined a stumpy old creep with similar attire except traditionally unkempt with facial hair and untrimmed chest hair that hung over their shirts.

Despite his pleasant appearance, Belle was not going to be blinded to the fact that this man thrived off of her brothers’ suffering.

The man finally met her gaze after only glancing a little at Taehyung before sitting down on the couch in front of them. Legs spread apart ever so slightly, he leaned back with one of his arms extended out. “Mr. Kim.” He spoke in a soft tone, eyes going back to her older brother now. “Do you recognize who I am?” He searched his expression.

Taehyung kept his head lowered but nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Who am I?” He pressed on like a father calmly scolding his child.

“M-Master Jeon Jungkook…” He muttered helplessly almost glancing up to meet his gaze but quickly looking down once again.

“So you do know…” Jungkook nodded, pressing his lips together. “Here I was thinking you consider me a joke. Taking bags and bags of my products while assuming I won’t try to track you down. Is that you what you thought of me?” His tone grew firmer.

Unlike Taehyung, Belle kept her head up, maintaining her gaze on the stranger. It seemed like Jungkook had a good eye for noticing when he flickered over to look at her instead.

“No, sir.” Taehyung shook his head frantically. “I-I just n-needed to get my money together.” He explained in a shaky voice not noticing that his precious ‘sir’ was staring at Belle a lot longer than she was comfortable.

Maybe he was waiting for her to duck her head down like her older brother.

The urge to do so was stronger than ever but Belle persisted. Until Jungkook glanced over at Taehyung again.

Her brothers’ fingers trembled violently at this point. Belle itched to comfort him somehow but she wanted him to try and face on his own to some extent. Coming here and sitting next to him was already being far too lenient but she couldn’t let him do this completely alone. Not when the healing process was so fresh and people like Jungkook would do anything to make sure he stayed addicted.

“Where’s the money?” Jungkook gestured towards him.

Belle took a small breath, placing the envelope on her lap onto the glass coffee table. “One of your men said he owed seven hundred.” She spoke up now trying to keep her voice as steady as possible even though her heart was beating out of control. “The envelope has eight just in case he wasn’t accurate.” A chilly feeling brushed over her body when her savings just sat there on the coffee table. Nothing but petty money for Jungkook but to her, it was the only way she could afford the vacant building in the city for her boutique.

“And you are?”

“His sister.” She muttered, glancing over at Taehyung who let out a deep sigh.

Jungkook stared down at the thick envelope for a few minutes with a raised brow. “Jongho…” He curled his fingers in towards a guard who quickly rushed over to stand beside him. “Please escort Mr. Kim to the second living room for a moment. I’d like to have a word with Ms…”

“Belle.”

“Belle…” The corner of his lip curled up before he gestured again towards the man called Jongho and he immediately led Taehyung away from them.

Belles’ heart raced seeing his helpless face looking back at her not sure if he was trying to apologize or if he was terrified of why they were being separated. “Why’re you taking him away?” She asked, being as polite as possible but her tightening fists told a different story.

“I’m not going to hurt him.” Jungkook murmured. He leaned in to rest his elbows on his knees, eyes searching her expression closely. “I thought it’d be better if I had a private conversation with a more steady minded person rather than your brother.” He nodded behind her.

Her brows furrowed glancing down at the closed envelope before staring up at him. “We got you the money, why do we need to have a conversation?” Belle’s voice was low just enough for only Jungkook to hear and no one else. Not that she could raise her voice even if she tried from how closed up her throat was.

“Because I’m honorable to an extent but I also hate people taking advantage of my kindness.” Jungkook shrugged lightly. “Your brother had been freely given all the products he consumed and he waited three months to give me my payment.” He let his sentence linger in the air to add more effect. “Three months of losing product and receiving no profit in return is not a risk I like making, Belle. Nor do I want to make it again.”

“So…what’re you saying?” Belle thought of the worst possible scenarios. Would they take Taehyung away and punish him? Or kill him? Was he being punished right now and Jungkook was just lying to prevent a scene? She watched his soft eyes trail up and down her form trying to be subtle but Belle caught it immediately feeling the urge to hide away into the couch.

“I’m saying the deal’s changed.” Jungkook declared in the most casual way like you would cancel a simple outing to the mall. “Look I can get money anytime I want to…you know that, don’t you?” He tilted his head a little searching her features. “I asked for this personal meeting on the basis of principle. Taehyung and many people like him need to understand that we stand by codes just as much as anyone. I’m not a money pig that just drools and accepts cash when it’s given to me.” He raised a brow.

Belle winced lightly, shaking her head. “Then why are we here? What do you want?”

Jungkook did nothing for a minute and gave her a soft smile. “Something he can take a little more seriously than cash…well—someone.”

Blood drained from her body from her aching head to her toes. Belle pierced into his smug gaze hoping…praying that he didn’t meant what she thought. The last thing she ever looked to be afraid of but now became the ultimate bane of her visit.

A visit thought to be quick and sweet with cash exchanged. How could she be surprised? These people wanted so much but still asked for more. What more could she expect from the man that took just to have the power to take some more? “Taehyung’s a good man.” She whispered. “He won’t do this again.”

“That’s what a lot of people tell me for years about their relatives or friends, Belle.” Jungkook murmured under his breath keeping the conversation to themselves despite the maids and guards standing around. “My grandfather heard it…my father heard it…every single time those people come back begging for more and then we get blamed for the dead bodies.” He sighed in slight defeat but she didn’t buy it in the slightest.

There was nothing noble about this request. If he were any other man gaining the audacity to say something like this, he would expect a hard punch on his nose. Except now it wasn’t just her own safety in question. Nor was Jungkook any ordinary man who could be taken by police or a punch looking at his build. “What am I supposed to do?” Belle murmured, heat flushing in her body making her more exasperated than grateful at the running fireplace.

Once again, a smile stretched across Jungkooks’ rosy lips. If it were taken out of context you’d think he was some sweet boy admiring something. But the reality was far from that lie. “You’re not going to be my prisoner, if that’s what you’re asking.” He smiled a little wider, eyes glimmering. “I’m not that evil.”

Debatable.

“You’re a lot more intelligent than you let on.”

“You just met me.”

“But I meet a lot of people…a little too many. So I tend to rely on first impressions and hope I’m right.” Jungkook shrugged.

“And if you’re wrong?”

He chuckled under his breath gesturing over to his guards. “They’re not there for decoration…and I don’t always negotiate like this. I’m just having a good day.” She saw his expression grow dark but the smile still remained making him look utterly sinister.

Visions of Taehyung tied to a chair, sobbing flashed across her mind making her mentally slap herself back to reality. She couldn’t look weak in front of him of all people. That’s what he wanted…for people to cower in front of him as he spewed his threats around to get everything he asked for. But denying him completely and storming out wouldn’t exactly be the smartest decision either considering she didn’t actually know where her brother was. The mansion was still mystery to her and Jungkook could easily hurt any of them as he so subtly stated with that stupid, fucking smile.

“So…what do you say, Belle? Do we have an accord?”

-

Taehyung was led back into the main living room, slightly yanking off of Jongho’ grasp and giving him a glare when he walked away. He looked over at Belle, her back facing him standing in front of Jungkook. “Belle?”

Belle looked over her shoulder and gave him a smile as she walked closer. She let out a sigh of relief seeing no sign of injury on the older male.

“Did he do something to you?” After the longest time, Taehyung sounded like an older brother again looking after Belle whenever she looked the slightest bit distressed. “What did he say?” He whispered.

She stayed silent, gaze lowered to look at his T-shirt before flickering up to force a smile at him. “It’s going to be okay.” Belle murmured. “He even offered to pay for your rehabilitation and get you back on your feet.”

Brows furrowed now gaining the urge to glance over at Jungkook but he couldn’t seem to stop searching his sisters’ expression. “Why would he want to pay for—”

“I told him to.” Belle gulped, smile fading away into a small frown.

“Belle, we can’t pay him back for all of that.” Taehyung held onto her bare arms feeling the cold skin underneath his.

She nodded. “Yes we can. He’s only asking for one thing.”

“…What?” He whispered.

Belle bit down her bottom lip, chin quivering a little before she smiled again even though her eyes grew glossy. “He wants me.”

Taehyungs’ heart plummeted making his whole body feel heavy. “No…” He shook his head, grip tightening around her arms as if she was going to disappear if he let go. “He can’t do that.”

“I agreed.”

“Belle!” It was more a loud whisper than anything but it managed to turn a few heads. “He’s going t—”

“I know what he’s going to do.” Belle rubbed his chest soothingly. “But this is the only way I can help you.”

“You have the money, why won’t he take it?” He gestured towards the envelope on the coffee table which now looked long forgotten.

Belle lowered her gaze. “Because he thinks you’ll just do it all again. He doesn’t trust you.”

“And you trust him?” Taehyung retorted causing heat to bubble up inside Belle.

“I trust you to do your part in this promise.” She tightened her jaw, wincing as the lump in her throat grew painful. “Unless you have a better idea to escape a pissed off drug lord then you will do this.” Tears flooded at her eyes threatening to escape but her gaze persisted on him. “Please promise me you’ll try to get better from now on.” Her lips quivered. “I didn’t know how else to help you. But now you need to help me. You need to heal and get back on your feet.”

Taehyung brushed against his fingers through the hair rested on her shoulder. “What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me.” Belle shook her head as an attempt to reassure him but he didn’t look at all convinced. “I’ll be fine.” She smiled faintly, a few tears escaping down her cheeks which he wiped off gently.

“I’m so sorry…” He whimpered, fingers curling around her hair. “This is all my fault, I should’ve just come here on my own.”

“He would’ve killed you.”

“But you’d be happy.”

Belle chuckled sadly. “You really think I’d be happy if I lost you?”

“But you wouldn’t be here.” Taehyung side glanced over at the guards who looked completely unfazed by the whole ordeal while Jungkook had his back turned to them, gazing out into the garden outside.

“Everything’s going to be fine.” Belle wasn’t sure if that was directed at her brother or herself. Was this meant to be her big fork in the road? The path she was supposed to determine her whole life. Maybe her parents were right. Maybe she was amount to only one thing… but she’d be caught dead before she cowered begging before people like Jungkook. If he wanted her then he could have her. But he’d be an idiot to think she wasn’t going to use that to her own advantage one day. “We’re allowed to see each other so you’re not losing me, okay? I’ll be there whenever you need me.”

Taehyung sighed in frustration averting his gaze, boring holes in the back of Jungkooks’ head with his glare. “I want to kill him.”

“Then we’ll never get out of here.” Belle replied simply.

Finally Taehyung succumbed to his sisters’ wishes, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead before letting go, physically deflating as he was led out of the mansion by one of the guards.

One of them, same Jongho walked over to her. “I’ll drive him back safely, Ms. Kim.” He gave her a reassuring smile before following Taehyung out of the mansion.

The double doors closed blocking out whatever light that came from it leaving her empty.

“Taehyung will call you when he gets home. So you know he’s safe.” Jungkook spoke up now in a gentle tone but Belle kept her back to him. “And your personal belongings will be moved here in a few days.”

She licked her lips before lowering her gaze, letting a few silent sobs before wiping the tears away. “Where can I freshen up?” Belle looked down at her fingers seeing the light mascara smudges, trying to wipe at the corners of his eyes to wipe any traces away.

Jungkook seemed like he gestured towards one of the maids because a kind looking woman padded over and touched her on the shoulder.

Her grey hair wrapped up in a bun and the smile lines around her face showed when she gave her a sweet grin, making her look like the only person that seemed somewhat trustworthy in this building. “Let’s go upstairs, dear.” She held onto her arms and led her towards the stairs. “I’ll get some new clothes sent up as well.”

Belle didn’t glance at Jungkook but she could feel his gaze on her when she was led up the stairs to the now shared master bedroom.

-

Similar to what a hotel suite would look like, the master bedroom adorned a modern design with an opaque black curtains drawn to keep the room cool and ambient with the warm lights. A king-sized bed with classic white sheets with some gold detail matching the aesthetic of the whole mansion itself. There was a marble partition that had a small gap on the bottom with a modern looking fireplace on to keep the room warm, situated on the immediate left when they walked in.

On the other side of the partition was a desk with a closed laptop and some files. Another open archway on the right that led to a walk-in-wardrobe with lit up shelves that accentuated all the different shoes and shirts.

Upon walking through the archway into the wardrobe, on the right, there was the private bathroom just as big as every other small area in the monster of a bedroom.

Belle was led into the bathroom by the kind maid where she saw a shower that could have been the size of her laundry room, a sink just in front of it with a bathtub on the far end. The white bathtub contrasted against the grey marble floor with a large window that showed a forest-like view.

“It’s an illusion.” The maid explained as if to reassure her that her baths were not going to be displayed out into the world. “The Master asked for a glass case that held shrubs but the foggy forest is an intricate painting by one of the familys’ personal artists. He likes the feeling of being disconnected from the modern world when he’s relaxing.”

Normally the design would impress her greatly. The idea of having the illusion of a calm forest without the hassle of actually moving to one was genius and the greyish light gave the bathroom a relaxing morning feel. Right now however it made her feel more trapped than ever. Even the view outside was just an illusion in her new cage. Nothing felt solid and real at this point like Belle was a ghost floating around in a dream that never seemed to end.

“Your towels are over on the stand there, dear. I’ll have robes and a change of clothes brought to you outside soon.” The maid smiled patting her lightly on her arm. “Don’t fret too much, darling. I don’t think the master has any intention of hurting you.”

“It’s not him hurting me that’s making me nervous.” Belle smiled sadly, grateful that the woman even cared to reassure her somehow.

“Ah…” The maid smiled and nodded knowingly. “I’ll get you some of my special tea…it calmed me down on my wedding night.”

Belle’s heart sank seeing the woman smile at her a little sadly too. “Is the secret ingredient whiskey?” She tried to lighten the mood which successfully made the woman chuckle. Somehow seeing the way the woman helped her in her own way reminded her of why she was in this glass case in the first place. She remembered Taehyung smiling again, throwing away all the things that tarnished all the peace in his heart and being free. She needed to be strong.

“Not really but…I’ll see what I can do.” She whispered the last bit with a cheeky smile before turning on her heel to leave Belle in a few moments of solitary freedom at the very least.

-

It may have been dark by now.

At least when Belle peeked the slightest outside the curtained window, the sun had been dipping into the hills to give the sky a pinkish hue. Her heart pounded at the lack of notifications from her brother. Her body felt fresher now that she had a comfortable long white nightie with a thin robe to keep her arms somewhat cozy. But skin still heated up significantly with her anxiety.

Then minutes passed before her phone buzzed and her heart released a thousand sighs of relief seeing Taehyung’s name.

“Belle?”

“Yes it’s me.” Belle whispered with a biggest grin on her face from the sheer relief. “You went home okay? They didn’t hurt you?”

“No, no they were just… fine.” Confusion trailed in Taehyung’s voice. “That guy has way too much fucking power, they just dropped me off and left saying they’ll come back to drop me off at the rehab center. Normally his men tried to rough me up whenever they saw me.”

“That’s because they knew you’re the guy that doesn’t pay.” Belle cringed mentally hearing herself defend their actions but…she was a little too good at considering perspectives, she guessed.

“I guess…also I’m the one who’s supposed to be asking you if you’re okay.” Taehyung corrected but Belle let his words linger in the air for a moment.

Sitting in the luxury bedroom wearing a clearly quality robe with people working at her beck and call, in a first glance people would call her lucky. Digging deeper into the surface and seeing that Belle was manipulated into being in his position then people would call Jungkook a monster.

Was it only one of them? Was it both? Was it neither? Was this just a game that Belle had no choice but to play for a time until her brother got better? How far did Jungkook even think this through? Why was he so interested in manipulating Taehyung the most? Did he do this to every sister, brother or parent that came around? Did they even come this far?

“Belle, you still there?”

“Yeah…yeah, I’m okay. I’m just sitting.” She quickly explained.

The thoughts crowded in her head making it ache but thankfully the maid—her name she found out was Nana—gave her a piping hot cup of tea apparently laced with some herbs that helped calm anxiety and nerves. It was an ancient herb given to young girls so they could go through their wedding night without having an anxiety attack or breaking down. Blowing away some of the steam, Belle took a few sips ignoring the bitter taste on her tongue.

“I don’t know what he wants yet but I think I have an idea.” Belle spoke solemnly.

“You really don’t have to do this, Belle.” Taehyung whispered desperately.

“We don’t have any other choice.”

“You could just come back home and I’ll just handle it.”

“You had three months to handle it.” Her voice grew firm quicker than she even expected but she kept her head cool. Silence ran on the other end of the line making Belle sigh to calm herself down. “We just need to keep our heads. We’ll be fine.” She didn’t mean to make her tone sound so dreary but this wasn’t exactly the cheeriest of moments in her life. Her fingers absentmindedly played with the fabric of her soft nightie trying to empty her mind for a little while. “I need to go, okay? I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Okay…Belle…”

“Yeah?”

“…I love you. Be safe.”

The lump in her throat grew again suffocating her when she forcefully swallowed it down. “I love you too.” Belle whispered before hanging up. Taking longer sips from her tea now, it took a few seconds for her feel her limbs loosen like ice melting near a fireplace. Her body cooled down from her heated anxiety to a comfortable warmth she could melt into without the worries of the troubles around her.

For a moment, she could close her eyes and relish in the new found relief wanting to silently thank Nana for providing her this cup of momentary tranquility.

The door opened with the familiar white-suited man walking in giving her a glance as he shrugged his blazer off. “Nana got you some clothes…good.” Jungkook muttered, walking into the walk-in wardrobe and placing his blazer back before taking off his cufflinks when he walked back in the bedroom. “Is it comfortable?”

“Yes.” Belle replied, brushing her palms across the smooth sleeves of the robe. She never worked with satin a lot but whenever she felt it under her skin it gave her the tingle of pure luxury. “I just spoke to Taehyung…he came home safe.”

“I told you he would.” Jungkook murmured, unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it off his shoulder before placing into a hamper for the maids to take care of.

Belle noticed the stencil like silhouette of a phoenix etched into the right side of his chest as he walked over to his side of the bed. “You kept to your word. Thank you.” Not that you deserve it but…common courtesy.

She caught a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips while he unbuckled his belt and threw it on the floor.

“Do I sense a little bitterness, Ms. Kim?” Jungkook mused.

“Why? You don’t like a little bitter taste on your tongue?” Snakes must get used to it by now, she thought.

“I know you’re not a fan of me.” He stated the fucking obvious. “But you could say no anytime. I’ll just deal with your brother without bothering you again.”

Belle tightened her jaw, gripping onto the fabric of her nightie averting her gaze forcing a long silence to plunge into the room.

Jungkook finally sighed. “I didn’t mean that.” He muttered but Belle was mostly trying to focus back on the relaxation the tea gave her again. “Our accord is as solid any other contract so I’m not allowed to touch your brother…while you’re still with me anyway.”

“Is this how you get all your girls?”

He chuckled walking over and standing in front of Belle, forcing her to look up at him. “Would you be pleased if I said no?” Jungkook placed an index finger under her chin while his thumb hovered for a moment over her lips.

“Only if it’s the truth.” Belle replied simply, her knees melting into the surface of the bed.

Jungkook smirked moving his hands into her hair. “I don’t invite just anyone in my bed, no. But you’re not just anyone.”

“Why do you think that?” She asked as he slowly leaned in closer, fingers sliding down the crook of her neck letting the sleeves of her robe and nightie slip down with a mere touch.

“Because you were the only one brave enough to come this far.” He whispered pushing down the other side of her sleeves to leave her shoulders exposed. “Girls love the bad boys but never seem to understand what they’re asking for.” Cold fingers brushed against her collarbones, across her chest up her neck until he finally caressed her bottom lip with his index finger.

They want a fairytale. Beauty and the Beast. But eventually they find out that the Beast was never a prince in the first place. They realize that a mere kiss won’t break the curse.

“You know exactly what you’re asking for… don’t you?” Jungkook asked in a tone of a warm coo.

I’m not asking for this, Belle bit her tongue. But I do know what I’m getting myself into. What you gave me no choice but to get into. She stared at him determined to keep his gaze no matter how much she wanted to close her eyes. He wasn’t going to overpower her, not in that way. I received a beast instead of a prince…but you’re not getting any vulnerable fucking princess either. Keeping her eyes on his, she parted her lips and took his finger into her mouth barely waiting for Jungkook to make any move before she began suckling on it.

“Of course you do.” The mere action was enough of an answer for the male as his smirk grew darker. Jungkook took his finger away pushing down her nightie and robe further down until her breasts were displayed to him.

Belle was grateful for the warmth from the fireplace spreading through the room at his point. But in mere seconds Jungkook used his glistening finger to brush across her nipple causing it to stand erect almost instantly. A light gasp caught in her throat as she pressed her palms on the surface of the bed making her chest push out a little. When she threw her head back a little, he quickly took the opportunity to devour her lips, tongue pushing against her teeth which she kept clamp shut.

Long enough for him to get impatient and bite down her bottom lip a little. Then she allowed him to push through and explore her mouth. Jungkook knelt down but kept their lips locked as he sneaked his hands under her nightie, pushing the soft fabric, nails grazing against her skin causing a tingle down her spine.

Belle lifted a little to let him push the dress further up until he completely pulled both pieces of clothing off over her head. Before she could even comprehend her exposure, he picked her up a little and shifted so she could rest her head on the silk pillows. Her heart raced against her ribcages but she stopped being sure of why at this point, instead she thought about the herbs Nana gave her. Maybe thinking about how it can help would psychologically increase its effects? Stupid but maybe.

When she looked down at the male out of curiosity, she saw him discard his pants and boxers before climbing back onto the bed.

Belle kept her legs closed loosely before he pushed them apart, hands gliding down her inner thighs to her panties. His thumb pressed against the clothing right against her hiding nub making her jerk her hips a little at the suddenly awakened nerves.

He didn’t waste any time to hook the hem of her panties and strip it off her before dipping down in between her legs. His mouth feasted on her clit, tongue licking around her slit before sliding in teasingly slow and moving back to suckling on her bundle of nerves.

Her chest rose and fell as her eyes focused more on the ceiling, biting onto her bottom lip, light whimpers emitting from under her breath.

Jungkook released her clit with a pop sound before settling his hips between her legs. His already hardened shaft teased her slit a little more, wet sounds tickling her ears before she felt him stretch her out.

A moan finally erupted from her throat, clenching around him making him groan.

“It’s okay…” He whispered in her ear when she turned her head to the side. “Does it hurt a lot?”

Belle’s head felt like it was trying to find a straight line in a completely scribbled piece of paper. Her core ached for a moment. She felt Jungkooks’ thumb rub at her clit making her walls relax a little as she focused on the light wash of pleasure rushing across her lower body. Slowly she shook her head moving back to face him again. “No…it’s okay.” She whispered, meeting his gaze when he still wasn’t moving. Leaning up she pressed a shy kiss on his lips.

It took mere seconds before Jungkook began moving in and out of her, still slowly rubbing circles on her erect clit.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, their foreheads pressed against each other as he grinded into her slightly nudging the spot that sent sparks through her body.

His pace quickened, both hands pressed down on the surface of the bed as he thrusted into her in a steady pattern letting the sounds of skin slapping linger in the air.

Belles’ skull felt numb, her mind locked up all her thoughts and allowed her body to succumb to his consistent pounding. Head threw back against the pillow as he chased his own orgasm, her own juices spluttering onto his lower belly. She hummed lightly under her breath which seemed to encourage Jungkook to go faster until the bed started to shift.

Jungkook lowered down a bit more, pressing wet kisses on her neck, trying to muffle his moans against her skin as his thrusts grew sloppy.

Belle felt a gentle wave of pleasure before Jungkook quickly pulled out with his release splattering all over her belly. She let out a small sigh, rubbing circles on her clit again to prolong her small climax before her bundle felt too sensitive to touch making her legs close up again. She watched the other male catch his breath still kneeling in front of her before crashing on the space beside her.

Whatever piece of physical satisfaction swirled around her body melted quickly into her chest clenching painfully. It didn’t take too long for her to notice all too clearly what spilt on her skin but Jungkook had already pulled out a wash cloth and wiped her clean. The traces still burrowed in her mind now.

Jungkook threw the wash cloth away before resting back on the bed again, shutting his eyes for a moment. Both of them catching their breaths and finally dwindling back to their fucked up reality.

“I can’t break this deal.” He murmured looking up at ceiling similar to her. “If I do, I’ll have to kill your brother.”

Belle swallowed the lump in her throat, a small tear spilling from the corner of her eye. “Am I supposed to be your sex toy until you’re done with me?”

“Contrary to popular belief, I’m not allowed to have…sex toys.” Jungkook sighed. “There’s another reason why I changed the deal.”

She finally turned her head to face him, brows furrowing. “What did you not tell me?”

The male took a deep breath before meeting her gaze. “My uncle and aunt have been forcing me to get married to someone of their choice. It’s gotten so pressing to a point where they’ve paid them to seduce me so it doesn’t look arranged.” Jungkook explained, running his fingers through his hair before resting on his head on his arm. “My rejections have stopped working. So I thought I should get a courtship with someone I choose before I’ll have to succumb to my uncle and aunts’ wishes.”

Belle could practically hear her own heart slamming out of her ears, more tears burning in her eyes. “So… you just…saw me and decided that you were going to make me your wife?”

“Did you want me to ask for your parents’ blessing or something?”

She averted her gaze back to the ceiling. “My parents are dead.”

“…I didn’t—”

“Of course you didn’t fucking know, we don’t know each other.” Belle inhaled a shaky breath before closing her eyes to calm herself down.

You are a fucking beast.

“Darling I gave you a chance to turn back.”

“So you wouldn’t hurt my brother.”

“Your brother was already dead if he kept going the way he did.” Jungkook winced a little before sighing in frustration. “I told you I’m not trying to be evil. A lot of people look at me when they want to see power. The world I live in chews up people who are too merciful.”

“My brother is innocent.” Belle sobbed lightly, forcefully biting down her bottom lip.

“He’s vulnerable to what I offer. Did you really think he was going to stop taking drugs just because he paid the money?” Jungkooks’ question lingered in the air for a while. “Correction: just because you paid the money.”

“So you want me to be your wife…” She swallowed thickly. “…or you’ll kill my brother.”

“When you say it that way, I do sound evil.” Jungkook pondered. “But yes. Everything else in the deal still stays the same. You’re free to do whatever you want.”

“Except leave you.” Belle corrected.

“Except leave me.” Jungkook confirmed in the most casual fucking tone ever.

Belle did nothing but stay silent and turn to her side, back facing him making the male sigh in slight defeat. She felt his hand on her shoulder squeezing slightly as if it was going to give her any kind of comfort.

“A lot of marriages can be worse than this, you know.” He squeezed it again. “You’re going to have to work with me for this to run a lot smoother, yeah? You did so well today.” Jungkook pressed a gentle kiss on her shoulder. “I promise it won’t feel so bad after a while.”

She knew now. Kissing the beast didn’t break the curse.

It made one.

NEXT CHAPTER >>

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This is so utterly stupid but I have a few HC’s about Muslim Dabi(again obv this isn’t canon I just think it’s funny)

-Dabi would def be the type of Muslim dude who claims to be super religious cuz he never eats pork and “goes to the mosque to pray”(which is actually just code for hitting a blunt in the back of the parking lot w Hawks and Shigaraki💀), but yet smokes^^ and still has hella sex with like every other girl who bats her lashes at him from across the dining hall

-he also is a big cat lover, he claims since the Prophet Muhammad had cats of his own it’s sunnah to keep one

-on Eid namaz he’s the most dripped out one at the session, I’m talking black kurta dress, nice ass watch, slicked back hair...but funny enough, no one has actually seen him in line for the prayers themselves

-if he were back at home with the rest of the Todoroki’s, he’d most definitely be THE MOST spoiled one. Fuyumi would get on his ass for not cleaning the dishes, but he’d wave her off and tell her it’s training for her to be a better housewife for her future husband(cue a soapy sponge thrown at his head)

-Snitches.Constantly. Bro like this dude catches Shoto on his phone when he’s supposed to be doing a dua? Boom, instant callout followed by a long ass lecture about how he’s straying away from his religion and how he’s going to hell just because he spent one measly moment on his device instead of praising da lord

-Hes also always telling fuyumi to cover up her sleeves that come just a bittt before her wrists, claiming that she’s showing too much skin(especially when Hawks is over, that fucker’s got his eyes on every single one of his family members). But she’s quick to point out his secret tattoos, piercings, and hair dyes. He just scoffs and pulls the “women were created lesser than men so it’s okay for me to act a fool but not for you” card🙄stg I can’t stand him

-Since he’s the closest to Natsu, he’s always giving Eid money to him the most. The dude will slouch against his favorite brothers’ door, watching him play 2K. “What do you want?” Natsu asks with no real malice, not taking his eyes off the changing screen, furiously clicking away on his controller. “Mom says you gotta iron your clothes, Fuyumi’s doing her own so she can’t do yours as well. Oh, and Eid Mubarak by the way.” Natsu pauses him game and stands to stretch his arms above his head, groaning at the tendons popping in place on his back. “Yeah man, you too-what’s that?” He points to a fat parcel in Touya’s hand. The white-haired boy grins and chucks the bulging package at him, which Natsu catches easily. His eyes widen when he tears open the cream-colored paper envelope and reveals dozens of bills exceeding the usual 5-10$ family limit. “Yo, what-how-thanks Touya!” He sputters, throwing the package on his bed and throwing an arm around his brothers’ back in a man-hug. Touya rolls his eyes and barely suppresses a smile at Natsu’s excitement,(something he’s always wanting to be the source of) pounding his back to let go before he asphyxiates. He lets go and Touya smirks before heading towards the door, calling out over his shoulder, “Oh, and I’d thank Sho-turd as well while you’re singing my praise.” Natsu stops in his tracks and looks suspiciously at the withdrawing slender figure. “Why?”. Touya’s voice is distant as he moves to close and lock his door. “‘Cuz it’s his money after all.”

-The two brothers are always waking up at Sehri the earliest in Ramadhan, just so they can scarf down a majority of the food in the fridge and go to sleep without having to interact with the rest of their family at sunrise. And in the case that their family DOES wake up in time to see them chomping down food made for a WHOLE FAMILY and not just two boys, Touya is quick to grab his keys and jacket and cackle that him and Natsu are going to iHop to eat some more. Natsu ofc is quick to follow pursuit, throwing an apologetic grin towards his parents and other siblings.

-When they’re at the mosque and Enji has somehow bullied him enough to sit the hell down and actually ATTEND the lectures for once, Touya still has one up his sleeve. Planned out strategically, he always simpers to Rei that he wants to donate to the mosque, causing her eyes to water and a handful of cash thrown his way, her voice wobbly as she praises her son for actually taking the foundations of his religion seriously. Unbeknownst to her however, this just means that he’ll take a little bit more than he gives. Hawks will be standing at the front of the hall, bowing his head and using his silver tongue to graciously thank the many men and women who come forth to drop their allowance into the money basket. When he sees his best man approaching, he has to stop the smug grin from reaching his ears, instead slanting his brows and holding the basket out to the now black-haired thief. “Glad to see you’re taking eternal damnation seriously, for once,” Keigo flashes his perky whites and Dabi drops Rei’s money into the donation basket, dipping his hand a little lower for a second. “Glad to see you’re still standing here like some busboy peasant, as usual,” he fires back, the two boys catching each other’s eyes and stifling their cackles as the patched hand withdraws, a copious amount of bills in his hand, more than what he put in.

-100% steals shoes. Usually you hear about older men doing this, but age aint nothin’ but a number to Dabi, baby. “Nice kicks,” he nods to a boy Natsu’s age, noting the blue and black minimalist patterns adorning the shoes. The boy recognizes Dabi as one of the most revered figures at the mosque (and the most featured by adults. Who’d want their kid hanging out with the eldest Todoroki as an influence?) and bobs his head excitedly, spewing out the manufacture and release dates of the shoes. Dabi looks at the fanboy amusedly, continuing to lean against the shoe rack as more people crowd around and start to push the boy inside. “See you later Dabi!” The eccentric kid calls out as he’s pushed into the hall by grumbling uncles. The ravenette snickers fo himself, “Yeah, but you won’t be seeing these shoes anytime soon.”

-A notorious playboy in the community. Uncles glare at him, unable to scold him outright for his shenanigans due to his father’s close presence, and aunties steer their children away from him at dinner parties. Speaking of, Dabi’s at a dinner right now. He’s lighting up a joint in amongst 3 mesmerized girls sitting on the floor in front of him and 2 jealous dudes his age in a locked room, away from all the screaming little kids. “Wow Dabi, doesn’t it burn?” The youngest of the three girls asks him with imploring eyes. He smiles a charming smile down at her and he thinks he sees the other two swoon. “Nah, sweetheart, you get used to it after a little while. Don’t be like me though, keep yourself pure and clean,” he shoots a wink at them and they giggle, faces turning red. The other two boys sitting at the far end of the bed scowl at his successful flirting, but Dabi doesn’t care for any of them, honestly, they’re just target practice. Right as he inhaled the fumes of another puff, a little body throws itself at the door, banging its fists on the wood. “It’s time for food!” They all jump at the intrusion and chuckle as the intruder runs away, containing to scream about food being served. The group gets up to leave and exits through the door, but Dabi takes his time. He wasn’t done with his joint, and he has to waft the smell away anyways when he leaves. He’s opening a window to let out some air when he heads a soft shuffle from behind him. “Shows over guys, go eat-“ but when he turns around, the oldest girl of the three stands before him, fiddling with her hands and looking at the floor. “Um, Dabi? I know you said not to try it out by ourselves so...I was wondering if you could-if you could teach me how...?” She looks at the half-used roll in his hand, and he looks from the blunt to her face. He looks behind her. A closed door. Perfect. Taking a step forwards, he relishes in how she takes a hesitant step back, the breath in her throat catching but she still doesn’t back down. She looks to him like he’s a god, and he feels like one right now. And so he steps closer until she’s backed against the wall, his lids lowered to her wide ones, and he placed a hand next to her head. “Didnt your mom ever tell you not to take things from strangers?” He ghosts by the shell of her ear, and she shivers. “She never told me the strangers would be this hot,” and he has to laugh a bit at her tenacity. He pulls away and flops back on the bed, signaling for her to join him. “Well come one then, I’m hungry, better hurry up before I change my mind.” And 5 shotguns later, Dabi barely wipes off her bright pink lipstick from his face and straightens his kurta along with his hair before bounding down the steps, eager for food. At his command, she comes down a minute after him as to not cause any suspicion, but it doesn’t stop Rei from shooting him a knowing glare from the living room as he piles his plate with food. He shoves a veggie roll in his mouth as he turns to join the boys in the dining area, but his path is blocked by a large woman. “I know you’re up to no good. The children told me what funny smell was coming from the room upstairs, and I know you’re to blame, Touya Todoroki. I respect your mother a lot so I won’t make a scene here-“ he interrupts her, mouth half full with a roll, “-I mean, you already kinda are,-“ but she continues her tirade. “-I don’t think you’re a good influence on these kids, especially your siblings. What self respecting family would be okay with their son acting like a hooligan, having piercings, smelling like weed?” He smirks and swallows before swerving around her. “I don’t know Aunty, why don’t you ask your daughter? She didn’t seem to mind my, ah, influence.”

-When they were all younger, there was a time where End*avor wanted the boys the toughen up a bit and stop messing around so much. He brought the family up to the mountains in a nice cabin, purposefully choosing an area with farms nearby. It was around the time of Eid-e-Adha, so naturally goats and sheep’s were going to be sacrificed for the family feast. Touya already knew what was going on, so Enji left it up to him, a scrawny preteen boy to take over the initiation. Fuyumi wanted to come to the farm too, but Touya glared at her and told her to stay home because “girls are too emotional for this.”(he really did think that, but above all he held a secret soft spot for his only younger sister). Natsu and Touya both started heading down to the field to pick out a goat, and ofc little Shoto wanted to come along to. He begged and begged for his older brothers to bring him along and to not leave him at home for once, and with a sly glance to Natsu, Touya relented. He leaned down to Shoto’s eye-level and asked with serious eyes, “You sure?”. Shoto nodded eagerly, standing straight up as to look more solemn and mature. Natsu held back a snicker and grabbed Shoto by the collar as they dragged him out to the pasture. Oh, the little boy was in heaven among the bleating sheep and fluffy coats. “Go ahead, pick one out!” Touya said eagerly, nodding to the clueless toddler to choose a sacrificial sheep. And so the heterochromatic child pointed to one, looking to his big brothers for assurance, to which they gave an excited nod. Shoto yelped with glee and spent the rest of the afternoon frolicking with the soon-to-be-mutton chops, completely oblivious to its grim fate and creating a bond with the animal. So when it was finally sunset and the time came to start preparing for the feast, Touya walked over leisurely to Shoto, pushed the grubby hand away from the animal’s collar, and started pulling the creature towards the chopping block. “W-what’re you doing?” Shoto asked uncertainty. “Well, we gotta eat, right? Thanks for picking out such a fat sheep, ‘wonder how it’s gonna taste,”. The eldest grinned with malice at his youngest brother, who started to sniffle and ball his fists. “You’re lying! Leave it alone!” He cried out. “Nope, m’not lying, ask Natsu.” Natsu turns to Shoto and shrugs his shoulders without any real regret. “You’re the one who wanted to come along, right? Think of how proud dad will be of his favorite-he finally sacrificed his first sheep!”

-the first time he was ever asked to lead the namaz, Keigo and Tomura kept kicking the back of his legs so he would fall over while trying to recite the prayers, and in turn he’d immediately whip around in the middle of the whole damn hall and shoot fire at the two howling boys. Needless to say, he was never asked to read again

(one would think since Dabi knows sooo much about being a gOoD mUsLim and how to follow the rules he’d take some of that advice HIMSELF)

#dabi #dabi headcanons #touya #touya headcanons #muslim mha #mha headcanons #touya todoroki #mha crack #bnha #mha #bnha dabi #mha dabi #mha toya #bnha touya

[ayuuria]

Yashahime Translation: Prince Animage May 2021 Issue (Part 1)

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Due to the amount of content in the magazine, I have decided to the split the translation into three parts as follows

Part 1: Elder Son’s Resolve! Interview with Director Satou Teruo

Part 2: We Won’t Give Up On the Future! Father-Daughter Round-Table Talk with Narita Ken, Matsumoto Sara, and Komatsu Mikako

Part 3: The Strength to Overcome Destiny. Interview with Director Satou Teruo

Please note that there are two interview articles with Director Satou in this magazine.

The Strength and Pride of a Beast King

The Beast King of the West’s (The Dog General) eldest son, Sesshōmaru. He is far from the stereotypical image of an eldest son being “A reliable elder brother who protects his younger brother” or “A filial pious male heir”.

He once clashed with his half-demon half-brother, Inuyasha, many times. Also, instead of ruling over the western lands in place of his late father, he continues a wandering journey. However, his outstanding ability and noble mindedness that can overwhelm others is that of a beast king’s eldest son. Always treading the path he believes in, he is an aloof existence who never sucks up to anyone, no matter how backed into a corner he gets. That is the way of life for Sesshōmaru, the one who inherits the blood of a beast king.

That stance does not change, even with his own daughters, Towa and Setsuna. He does not spoil them because they are his daughters. On the contrary, he is sending them on a difficult path. Even when his second daughter, Setsuna, lost her life as result, he never grieved.

At a glance, Sesshōmaru’s actions appear collected, but behind that he must surely be hiding his own conviction. Though we cannot yet see the full picture of what Sesshōmaru is thinking, let us wait for the second chapter (season) while believing in the strength and pride of the eldest son!

Sesshōmaru The Eldest Son of the Beast King of the West. A proud demon with greater demon parents. Though he is not on good terms with his younger brother, Inuyasha, when Kirinmaru tried to fell Inuyasha, Sesshōmaru sent Inuyasha inside the black pearl.

Family

Parents: The Dog General and his wife

Siblings: Younger half-brother, Inuyasha (different mothers)

How He’s Addressed: “Sesshōmaru”

When One Says Eldest Son, (one thinks) “Stubborn” Looks Like He Will not Show Affection for A While?

In episode 18, Sesshōmaru gallantly appeared before Towa and the others as they fell into a tight spot battling Kirinmaru. Even though he fended off Kirinmaru and saved his daughters, he left the scene without a word. There is a glimpse of Sesshōmaru’s obstinate heart when Jaken asks him “What about the two of them?” and he answers, “Don’t say anything”.

When One Says Eldest Son, (one thinks) “Pride” One Who Inherits the Blood of the General of the West

The pride he has for the beast king blood he got from his father is an aspect you can’t leave off when talking about Sesshōmaru. During the time of “Inuyasha”, it was that pride that made Sesshōmaru dislike and look down upon humans and half-demons. However, because of his meeting with the young girl, Rin, and moving with her, a kind heart slowly started to bud within him.

When One Says Eldest Son, (one thinks) “Harshness” Spartan Training for Even His Daughters

Though it was to hide them from Zero and Kirinmaru, to take his daughters away from their mother immediately after birth and imposing a “rite of courage and cowardice”? Even with Setsuna’s death before him, he entrusts Towa with Tenseiga, (a sword) that can resurrect a dead person only once, but the blade is broken… His harsh trial for his daughters will continue in the second chapter (season)?!

Pay Attention to These Eldest Sons Too!

Kohaku Eldest son of the demon slayer clan. During his youth, he had a somewhat unreliable side to him compared to his elder sister, Sango. However now, he has matured splendidly, both mentally and physically. Taking over from his late father, he became the head of the demon slayers.

Hisui Miroku and Sango’s eldest son. He has two older twin sisters, Kin’u and Gyokuto, who do things at their own pace. For a long time, whether it was just from the rebelliousness of an eldest son , he misunderstood his father as a greedy and cowardly person. However, in episode 13, he changed his perception.

Sōta The eldest son of the Higurashi family and Kagome’s younger brother. Towa’s adoptive father. He saw Kagome fighting demons during his childhood, so he more or less does not get phased easily. Even when Towa returned to the feudal era, he gave her a gentle push.

Kirinmaru It is not known if he has other siblings aside from his older sister, Zero, but one can sense the personality of an eldest son from his imposing appearance. Whether it is towards his elder sister, the severity in his roar might even get through to Sesshōmaru.

Eldest Son’s Resolve!

Formerly, there was special regard for the eldest son as the “heir to the clan”. However now, there is a diversity in worth. If there are neets, then there are also vagrant sons and there are even families that are not blood related! Various eldest sons who are each fighting in their own fields, gather around~!

Good Brothers, Good Rivals Director Satō Teruo

— Where do you think Sesshōmaru’s charm as an eldest son lies?

Satō: Even if you say elder brother, Sesshōmaru’s relationship with Inuyasha is that of a half-brother. You may not really get a sense of an eldest son or elder brother but… I think he’s fundamentally a nice person. For the sake of his goals, he’s willing to move (others) in a way that’s convenient for him, whether it be his younger brother or children. However, in truth, it’s also for their sake and it’s like despite everything, he won’t treat everyone badly.

— That’s a little elder brother like.

Satō: He clashed with Inuyasha for a long time but over time, he took action in a way that would become proper support. Although, I don’t know just how far Sesshōmaru planned things. He has a “Whether they live or die is up to them” kind of thinking. It’s possible that the actions Inuyasha chose to take just happened to turn out well.

— In “Hanyō no Yashahime”, there was a phrase that came up for the daughters’ trial = “Rite of Courage and Cowardice”. Could that harshness also be eldest son like?

Satō: Even during the “Inuyasha” era, Sesshōmaru would always back Inuyasha into a corner but Inuyasha overcame and crawled his way up. Not only do I think that Inuyasha was able to grow because he had that high wall known as Sesshōmaru, but if Sesshōmaru hadn’t been there, it’s possible that Inuyasha wouldn’t have been able to battle Naraku. I feel that the two of them are good brothers and good rivals. In that term, I think Sesshomaru has some amount of faith in Inuyasha.

— By the way, are you an eldest son yourself, director Satō?

Satō: I’m the same as Sōta, Kohaku, and Hisui in that I’m the “eldest son who’s also the youngest child”. For some reason, there are many eldest sons who are the youngest child in this work so somehow, I felt close to them. Being the eldest son while also being the youngest child is completely different from being the eldest son and child. Everything is based on the elder sisters’ mood! (laughs) My two older sisters would mimic Pink Lady (translator’s note: A pop duo from the late 1970s) and I would applause as I watched. There’s an image that that’s how eldest sons who are also the youngest child are thoroughly trained on “how to read the mood” (laughs).

— Sōta certainly is able to read the mood. He was completely unphased when Setsuna, Moroha, and the demon came from the feudal era.

Satō: Sōta has nerves of steel doesn’t he. Thanks to seeing Kagome and Inuyasha go back and forth to the feudal era right before his eyes, even when Setsuna, Moroha, and the demon appeared, he just took a philosophic view like “Ahahaha… See, I always told you. There are demons”. Being able to adapt to their surroundings like “that’s just how it is” I think is a trait of eldest sons who are also the youngest child (laughs).

— What about Kohaku’s aspects of being an eldest son?

Satō: Kohaku at present is splendidly carrying on the family work as the head of the demon slayers, though it’s not a large family like in the past. I think while carrying the pride he inherited from both his father and elder sister, he’s trying to protect the work of demon slaying. When thinking of Sango as an elder sister, she seems kind of scary (laughs).

— Hisui also inherited the family work.

Satō: You’re right, inheriting Hiraikotsu from Sango. With uncle Kohaku’s existence, it’s possible that Hisui felt “he wanted to do the same thing” during his childhood days, like how children from kabuki families do so to speak.

— If we’re talking eldest son with an older sister, it’s Kirinmaru.

Satō: That is the case. Kirinmaru was a beast king who ruled over the east and stood alongside the Dog General so he’s already a feudal lord/head of the house. There was the phrase “Don’t get carried away” that he said to Zero. As the head, he was admonishing his sister who lacked a sense of justice. I think that dislike for half-demons comes from their position. In the second chapter (season), a new key person will appear in the story. Kirinmaru’s family relationship will become more complex again going forward so please pay attention to how that relationship in regards with Sesshōmaru’s family will turn out.

#Yashahime #hanyou no yashahime #yashahime: princess half demon #translation

[janeofcakes]

Soulmates: How John Met Sherlock...Again  Chapter 7

Happy Friday, my friends! I'm so sorry for making you all wait so long. It has been a busy week with lots of travel and time with the kids. Parts of me are SO sunburned. Haha! I hope all of you are having as much fun.

This chapter is shorter than some of the others, but it's a good one and I think you'll agree that it moves things in a positive direction. Let me know what you think at the end!

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The fresh produce aisle at Tesco is far too busy for three o’clock on a Thursday afternoon. John Watson inches his way in between two older women to grab some apples with a minimum of dirty looks. Once he extracts himself again, he glances down the way and debates on how he’s going to get his hands on some oranges. After a moment of seriously considering bananas instead, a hole clears out in front of the display and he hurries to it. John just slips in before a woman speaking loudly on her mobile can take the spot and she glares at him all the while until John has his bag of oranges. He knows her type - can’t be bothered to wait for anyone else or show any consideration - so he makes sure to take his time and gives her a false friendly grin as he turns to walk away.

John heads to dairy and the refrigerated sections for milk, cheese, yogurt and eggs. He takes a jaunt through frozen foods and catches the bread before starting down the coffee and tea aisle. Plucking two of his favorite kinds of tea off the shelf, he makes his way to the coffee. How he and Gracie managed to run out of so many things at once, he has no idea.

The coffee section is as ridiculously full as fruit and veg was, so John waits off to the side a minute or two until it clears out. His eyes are scanning the shelves for his brand when the corner of a basket pokes him in the side. When he turns his head, he is greeted by the face of the loud woman from before. John can’t stop the frown on his face and she must remember him too because she gives him a sour expression before turning her back on him. John turns back to the coffee and tries to tune out her noisy complaints to the poor bastard on the line.

John just has the coffee he wants in his hand when a basket shoves up against his back again. The woman’s shrill voice still in his ear, John rounds on her with every intention of putting her in her place. He has dealt with more than his fair share of pompous idiots over the years and will not put up with it in bloody Tesco.

“Do you mind?” John demands, every inch of him exuding Captain Watson, but he stops before saying anything more. The rude woman is a good six feet away and heading up the aisle, nearly shouting into her mobile. It couldn’t have been she who bumped into him. To John’s surprise, directly in front of him and holding the offending basket is Greg Lestrade. John blinks once, a movement mirrored on Greg’s face as they stare with slackened jaws.

“John? John Watson?” a grin blooms on Greg’s face in an instant. He moves his basket aside and offers his hand, which John shakes without hesitation. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Hello, Greg,” John greets warmly. “It’s good to see you. It’s been a long time.”

“It’s been bloody years,” Greg exclaims as he shifts right to let a shopper pass by. “How have you been?”

“Well, bit of a rough start, but good. Very good,” John tells him, angling left for a passerby.

“Glad to hear it,” Greg remarks with a nod.

“What about you?” John asks before Greg has the chance to continue. “I heard you got a promotion, Chief Detective Inspector.”

“I did at that,” Greg laughs good-naturedly. “I don’t get out into the field quite as much. Paperwork’s a bitch, but it gives me time to take a day off for shopping. It’s good for my DIs to muddle through on their own every once in a while.”

Greg pauses a moment to let a woman with a pram pass and John mirrors his motions. The aisle seems twice as full as when John set foot in it.

“And you?” Greg asks when they have a bit of room again. “You’re back for good?”

“I am,” John puffs up his chest, genuinely pleased. He had wanted to move back to London as soon as Mary left. “Sort of inherited a practice from an old friend, so here we are. My little girl and I. Gracie. She’s eight now.”

“Fantastic. You’ve settled in and all? Been here a little while then?” 

Before John can answer Greg, an irritable man pushes past them and they both find themselves a little off balance and cursing.

“Bloody hell,” John says loudly as the bloke hurries on. When he turns back to Greg, the CDI is holding his basket in the space between them to allow more room for people to pass.

“Look, you’re almost finished, yeah?” Greg begins and John nods once. ���So am I. No perishables and you can run yours home. We’ll meet for coffee in an hour. D’you know the Division Cafe?”

“I do,” John replies, relieved for the good fortune of Greg’s picking a place he is familiar with. “Sounds great. I’d like to catch up, but what the hell are you going to do for an hour while I drop this lot?”

“Take a leisurely walk to the cafe,” Greg chuckles as they start for the front of the store to cash out. “It’ll give me a chance to check in on the office.”

“Oh no, don’t do that,” John jokes. “No need to spoil your day off. I don’t want to be responsible for that. How will I sleep tonight?”

“All right then,” Greg tells him wryly. “I’ll just tag along with you. We’ll have plenty of time to get back up to speed before we even get there.”

“If you insist,” John is delighted by the suggestion. He has truly missed the CDI over the last ten years and often considered phoning to talk, but never did follow through. Now with Greg in front of him and plenty of time on his hands since Candace is scheduled to watch Gracie after school, he is loath to refuse his friend anything.

“I do insist,” Greg laughs as he places items on the conveyor belt for checkout, “and I’m buying.”

John grins and shrugs.

“Who am I to refuse?”

The next hour passes quickly as they catch a cab to John’s flat and make their way to the cafe. Not a moment is spent in silence. John tells Greg all about Gracie and their flat in Bath. He touches on Mary and Rosie, but quickly jumps ahead to the move back to London. For his part, Greg fills John in on his biggest cases over the years with an emphasis on those that brought about his promotion. By the time they reach Division and sit down with coffees, Greg has just gotten to the cohabitant Sherlock had mentioned in the park. John has the sneaking suspicion that Greg wanted to wait until he was sitting down before mentioning it, so it should be pretty good.

“I heard you were with someone,” John sips from his mug. “Anyone I know from the old days?”

“Uh, yeah,” Greg answers, running his hand up the back of his own neck and wearing a sheepish smile. “Mycroft Holmes.”

“What?” John’s eyes are wide. His lips remain parted in disbelief as the right corner of his mouth quirks up in a half smirk. Greg shrugs in affirmation. “Now that I did not expect.”

“Five years now. Actually,” Greg hesitates and John can tell he is trying to contain a really brilliant smile, “I asked him to marry me only last Sunday.”

“Oh my god. Congratulations,” John declares. “Greg, that’s fantastic news! Tell me, has he mellowed over the years?”

“He has, actually,” Greg answers, reigning in his laughter. He bites the inside of his cheek and looks John over with trepidation in his eyes. His friend eyes him quizzically from behind his mug. Decision made, the CDI picks up his own cup and brings it to his mouth as he says: “Being a doting uncle helps too.”

John swallows and places his coffee cup on the table between them. His brows arch briefly before falling again.

“It’s hard to imagine,” John says ruefully, not meeting Greg’s knowing gaze.

“No more than his baby brother having a child,” he remarks easily, watching John closely. The doctor shoots him a sharp look and chuckles under his breath as he leans back in his seat. With a sardonic smile, John looks down at where his hands rest on the table with his fingers wrapped around the mug of dark liquid.

“That’s the understatement of the year,” John mutters. He raises his eyes to his friend’s face to see Greg’s lips turned up on one side in a crooked and very amused smirk. John doesn’t say a word, giving him ample time to explain.

“Is it?” is all Greg says, his smirk growing more satisfied. John huffs a quick laugh and shakes his head slightly. Straightening up in his seat and leaning his elbows on the table, John fixes Greg with an incredulous face.

“Come on,” he begins and is unable to keep the touch of a plea from his tone. “You can’t say something like that and not fill in the blanks.”

“What? He didn’t tell you?” Greg replies coyly, turning his cup on the table and picking it up by the handle.

“You damn well know he didn’t,” John huffs again. “We ran into each other at the bloody park after ten years of not speaking.”

“Yeah? And whose fault is that?” Greg mutters grimly. 

John stills instantly, lips parted with words that die on his tongue. Greg doesn’t look angry exactly, but he certainly isn’t pleased. Of all the people John expected to hold onto any animosity toward him, Greg Lestrade wasn’t even on the list.

John takes a shaky breath and closes his mouth. How can he even explain? It doesn’t even make sense in his own mind anymore. He swallows audibly, the very beginnings of sweat blooming at his temples. Greg is asking him to do what Sherlock could have in the park. What he still could, but probably never will. Not the Sherlock John knows.

“Mary was done,” John’s voice is choked and quiet. “With London and the surgery, but most of all with Sherlock. Revealing her secrets to me was the last nail in the coffin.”

“Funny you should say that,” Greg leans forward, his eyes ablaze and his voice low. “She shot him, John. She killed him. Stubborn bastard brought himself back from the dead and for what? His best friend to run off with his killer.”

“She was my wife,” John croaks barely above a whisper. “She was carrying my child.”

“You were married for all of two months,” Greg’s brown eyes are hard and bore into John’s very being like a hot poker. “She was a liar from the beginning.”

Greg clenches his teeth as if to stop himself from saying something and John has no doubt the words would cut him to the core. The muscles beneath the skin stretched across Greg’s jaw work constantly as he struggles to keep his cool in the crowded cafe. He sits back ever so slightly, pulling his elbows closer to the edge of the table, his intense gaze pinning John to his seat.

“When she left you,” Greg growls, trying to keep his voice even, “you could’ve called him. Hell, you could’ve done it before that. You knew where he was. You knew his number. He had no idea where you were and it nearly destroyed him.”

Silence hangs heavily in the air between them, even with the noise of the milk steamer and patrons all around. As much as John wants to look away in shame, he cannot break away from his friend’s furious glare. The source of Greg’s ire is suddenly crystal clear. Sherlock may have refused to hear Mycroft’s news of John’s life over the years, but Greg obviously hadn’t and it fueled his anger as time went on. John clears his throat, wincing at the sting of its sudden dryness.

“He started using again?” John’s heart sinks to his feet as he asks it. He had hoped against hope that Sherlock wouldn’t fall into oblivion without him. Greg lets out a mirthless laugh.

“No, he didn’t bloody use,” the words are a sneer and his lips curl. “But he was miserable. He disappeared into the flat for months and looked like hell when he resurfaced. He worked cases, but he was on auto-pilot until he met Jessie.”

“Jessie?” John asks, desperately curious. This, this is what he wants most to know. Olive’s mother. Sherlock’s wife? Where is she? Who is she? How did they meet? John has a thousand questions and now he knows for certain that Greg holds all of the answers. John need only ask, or so he thinks.

“No,” the CDI shakes his head and leans all the way back in his chair. He chews on his lip and puffs out an angry breath. “If you want to know, you’ll have to ask him. I’ll be damned if I give you an easy out.”

“You’re right,” John breathes out his shame in a sigh. “Anything I want to know should come from him.”

He raises his troubled eyes to Greg’s face and sees some of the anger on it has dissipated in favor of irritated approval. John straightens his spine and scrubs his hands through his short, silver-blonde hair. Pressing his lips in on each other, he inhales deeply and shakes his head. 

“God, how I failed him, Greg,” John murmurs. Words he has thought often and never actually uttered. “I was so tired and felt betrayed and he kept saying I should stay with Mary. That I should forgive her because she’d actually saved his life by shooting him. It’s such bullshit.”

“He wanted you to keep her close for Rosie’s sake,” Greg tells him. His eyes are softer than they have been since they walked in the coffee shop. “And for yours. He knew you would never live in 221B again, but you and Rosie were worth it. I don’t think he realized Mary would convince you to leave.”

“Her final revenge,” John mutters angrily as Greg sighs.

“Just...don’t make the same mistakes twice, John. Don’t shut him out,” Greg advises sagely, finally raising his coffee cup to his lips again and taking a quick sip. “Olive says she and Gracie want to have a playdate at the flat, but you’re holding them up.”

John watches Greg uneasily. Memories of 221B start skipping through his mind and with them, feelings he has left buried for ten years. John shakes them away and wraps his hands around his own mug.

“I don’t know if I can go back there,” John says.

“It won’t be easy,” Greg tells him, placing his cup on the table. He leans in and fixes John with a very serious gaze. “Stop running, John.”

With those three words, John’s mind clears. The simplicity of it is stunning and utterly heartbreaking. How many years would he and Sherlock have been friends again if John had just faced his fears, accepted responsibility for his mistakes and reached out to the detective? What the hell had happened to him and when had he let go of Captain Watson? John had lost half of himself all these years and never seemed to take notice. Sure, he had thought that Sherlock didn’t care anymore, even after Rosie died, but when had the man’s moods ever stopped him from horning in before? He punched him in the face as a cover, fucking wrestled him to the ground because he was angry with the git. He tried to comfort Sherlock when he thought he was in love with Irene Adler, for Christ sake. John Watson...always by his side and ready to kick the shit out of anyone who would touch him.

Filled with a new resolve, John squares his shoulders and meets Greg’s eyes. His own are determined and set, the decision made. He will accept Sherlock’s invitation and take Gracie to his old home. Maybe he’ll even invite himself in for tea and see if the man who was once his best friend will allow him back into his life. Maybe Sherlock will let him try to repair their friendship. God, John hopes so.

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All I can say is Greg Motherfucking Lestrade, the dark horse in this story. Hell, yeah! 

Thank you so much for all the love and support. I definitely wouldn't be here without all of you! Love, Jane

@johnlock-rocks

#Sherlock Holmes #Sherlock #sherlockholmes #sherlock fanfic #sherlock loves john #john watson #johnwatson #johnlock #Johnlock fanfic #John loves Sherlock #Mystrade

[myheartismadeofstars]

More babies for my otps! Scum Villain Edition!

BingQiu:

Now, I have two backstories for their children. One is in an ABO verse, but the other is canon verse. The canonverse one involves LBH and SQQ deciding to have children together. (Well....more like LBH starts getting all wistful whenever they are around children which reminds SQQ of how, though Bingge was never a very present father for his many children...he did love them. And he was always ecstatic to find out he was going to have another, and when he did spend time with them, he enjoyed being around them Airplane didn’t think readers would find children very interesting once they were born and it made him realize that that is still part of who Binghe is and he’d still want a family)

SQQ hated himself for it, but he asked the system for methods to have a child with LBH, and discovered a plant known as the Frog Pomegranate (not to be confused with the Pomegranate Frog, apparently). The interesting thing is....the plant is relatively normal (!!!???) until a specific ritual is done, after which point consuming the seeds of the fruit (and papapaing of course) will guarantee conception (if it wasn’t in such a stupidly remote area...it only grows on a rocky mountainside, on almost a 90 degree slope, far from human civilization, it would probably be extremely popular as a fertility aid!) Of course it turns out the ritual to make the fruit magical requires a *ahem* gift for the tree (and SQQ went alone!). SQQ ended up gathering an armful of the magical fruit, to bring them back to Mu Qingfang. Surely he’d have a use for it!

The result is triplets.

The first child to be born is their oldest daughter Shuilu (”Light Green”) she highly resembles SQQ, and you can really only tell LBH is her father if you have them both together. Otherwise her silky smooth hair and seafoam green eyes are all SQQ. She grows up an independent but helpful child. Able to care for herself young, but always mimicking her parents. Wanting to “work” with them (trying to imitate them doing paperwork, or help LBH cook). She grows up the very image of a princess. Elegant and polite and hardworking and diplomatic. LBH and her have a very special bond and while most tend to favour his son as his heir....privately? He favours her.

The second child is their son: Shuanghu (”Frost Tiger”). He actually resembles Tianlang-Jun quite a lot, though like his father his hair begins to curl as a teenager. He is very much the tsundere type, a bit proud, a fierce warrior since he was young (he often trains with Liu Qingge who had always been a part of his and his sisters’ lives), however he doesn’t get along well with his father. He’s very loyal to him (something a few would be conspirators learn the hard way) because he does love him (LBH is never anything but good to him, just a bit strict and not as bad as LQG is!) they just clash personality wise. Like his father, however, he’s very popular with women...he’s just not very good at expressing himself lol.

The third child is another little girl. She was born so tiny and delicate that even MQF wasn’t certain if she would make it. After a lot of TLC from SQQ, A-Zhen (one character, and it means “to receive blessings in a sincere spirit”). She’s the most even mix between her parents, even inheriting both their signature features: SQQ’s green eyes and LBH’s curly hair. She’s Baba’s special baby, and...admittedly he kinda spoils her a bit. She’s a bit shy and clingy...and a bit of a crybaby. That’s not to say she’s useless! She’s the child with the second closest connection to her 1/4 demon heritage (after her brother. Her sister barely has any such connection and relies entirely on regular cultivation) She simply is mostly a pacifist.

In addition to their three biological children, LBH and SQQ end up rescuing a lot of street children which they teach, and love as their own children.

BONUS: Moshang!

SQH and MBJ have a son a few years after the Bingqiu Triplets are born.

The choice was kinda pressured, and SQH really didn’t think he was really ready to be a parent...but they were basically being told either they have a child, or MBJ will have to take a second (female) spouse in order to have an heir or more. MBJ would obviously have vetoed that with extreme prejudice, but SQH didn’t want to be more unpopular than he already is.

At birth, he is named Fengying (Wind Shadow). SQH, slightly uncertain on how the Lang/Jun suffixes work in this scenario (he’s the heir...but he’s also a half demon?) at first gives him the suffix “-Lang” but MBJ scolds him for trying to deny their son his inheritance. As per tradition, he is called Fengying alone until he’s a teenager, when he officially becomes Fengying-Jun. If/when his father can no longer rule, he will take the name of Mobei-Jun, as his father did. (Random headcanon: MBJ’s given name is actually Ji “Sharp/Fierce or To Incite” and Lin “to tremble in fear or shiver with cold” but also “imposing, cold, austere, majestic, stern, etc” however due to sharing that last character with his Uncle, no one, not even SQH is permitted to call him Jilin-Jun) 

He’s on the short side for an Ice demon, only 6′2 as opposed to his father being between 7-8), he only leans ever so slightly to his demon side, his father’s sharp features being softened by SQH’s human side. Making him slightly more delicate looking (SQH wonders if being so pretty might be a half demon trait now, rather than specific to LBH). He retains most of his demonic features: icy blue-white skin, pale eyes, black hair frosted with white when healthy and pure black when ill, sharp ears (though his are rounder than normal), and a low body temperature, though his is higher than standard. Leading some to be concerned he’s running a fever. He does however, lack his father’s sharp teeth.

His personality is intelligent and he’s pretty skilled with his demon magic considering he’s only half...and he inherited resting bitch face from his father...but he’s actually pretty shy, which he never properly grows out of. He’s even gentle and merciful, which a lot of his father’s court consider an embarrassment, and clearly SQH’s fault. (poor boy has a lot of pressure on him, might have anxiety)

He develops romantic feelings for Luo Zhen, despite her being older than him. And his courtship methods are very human.

#bingqiu #moshang

[marlmckitten]

Mr & Mrs Kitty (An Introduction)

A new Blackinnon series by MarlMcKitten and PadsMcfoot

As so many of you know I have trouble letting go of past plots. And I spent three years working on a beautiful Blackinnon one with a friend. Unfortunately that story has come to a close but to keep it alive I want to share it with all of you. But since I also have commitment issues with writing an entire story at once. This is going to be written differently. It is going to be a number of short or long snippets of their lives in no particular order. This first ‘chapter’ is going to be a short, point form introduction to the version of Blackinnon that I will be sharing with you and all the important side characters that come with it. (Mainly bc my new Blackinnon is sooo different and all my plots are gonna shift a little now.) Thank you!

Marlene McKinnon:

your 70′s bombshell

loud, outspoken, unpredictable, wild

she fell in love with Sirius the day he arrived at Hogwarts on a motorcycle, grown out hair, new tattoos and a brand new family (The Potters)

she didn’t admit it for a while though

eventually they fell in love

she didn’t die with her family

but she was devastated

and pregnant

Bellatrix used occlemency to make her believe that it was Sirius who was killing her family

that was what made Sirius go to Azkaban

Marlene ran away, she made her way because she had to, she was pregnant and that was now the last living member of her family and the McKinnon line

she worked in shops, she kept a low profile and she did not tell anyone who she was

she gave birth to a beautiful young boy and named him Lynx McKinnon

the boy looked so much like his father

she would cry watching over him, her mind so conflicted on how Sirius would do that for her when her heart knew he wouldn’t

it was years before she saw Sirius again, but one day she just had to talk to him so she went to Azkaban to visit him

he believed she was dead and she asked him how the hell he could do that to her and her family in her emotional rant she let it slip that she had his son

this prompted Sirius to break out of Azkaban, finding out that he had a child and that Marlene was raising him all alone

Eventually they met up again, and Marlene ended up believing him. She always knew in her heart it couldn’t be true.

This Marlene was so much more grown up, (being a single mother wil ldo that)

They went into hiding again, now at Grimmauld Place. Lynx was terrified of his dad. It broke Marlene’s heart and she did not know what to do.

Years later, the war ended, her family was back together. Sirius never died and she wanted to add to her family.

They had two more children. Halo and Aurora Black.

All Marlene ever wants is for her whole family to get along.

Sirius Black:

such a rebel

such a rebel

but he has a weakness

blondes named Marlene McKinnon

he’s infatuated

you think James is bad? You should see Sirius around Marlene.

he never thought he deserved a happy ending but he got it with her.

Well- for a while. Before she died and he was framed for the murder of her and her entire family.

What was the point of living after that?

He didn’t see one.

Years passed. Nothing mattered and then one day ... “Hey split ends.”

He has a son.

He would not be the same shit parent that his were to him. He has to get out.

And he does and he finds them. It doesn’t take much convincing. His Marlene always trusted him.

But Grimmauld Place and all those childhood nightmares are back. He cannot be a father or anything to Marlene.

So instead he drinks.

A lot.

Too much.

He feels Marlene getting distance. He can tell Lynx hates him but he can’t stop himself. And he hates himself for it.

He dies. Through the veil .

But miraculously he finds his way out. Just in time to save his Marlene and his son during the war.

Him and Marlene lead all the Slytherin children out of the castle, away safely. (Even Pansy Parkinson.)

Marlene never forgives McGonagall for locking her son in the dungeouns during a war, but Sirius knows she was doing her best.

Him and Lynx never get a great relationship.

They’re always rocky. But he gets another chance with Halo.

This pushes Lynx away even more but Sirius can’t help it.

He tries to make peace with it and then Aurora comes.

And oh Merlin how he loves Aurora.

They have a very special bond.

Sirius is a great father to Halo and to Aurora and he tries to be for Lynx too.

It takes so much time.

But he has his wife, his kids and Sirius gets the life he never knew he deserved.

Lynx McKinnon

Sirius lookalike

he hates it

he hates his father

but his mom is everything to him

She works a lot when he is a kid, so he tries to help her out.

One day he pleads her to go to the fair with him. It’s the last day, all the other kids have gone and she promised. He is only 7 at the time.

He meets a lonely little girl named Juliet.

They become instant best friends and for the rest of his life no one will ever matter to him quite like his Ma and Juliet do.

Then he is sent to Grimmauld Place, away from Juliet. And he is so scared.

His father terrifies him. The house terrifies him. He sleeps with his mom most night.

Hogwarts comes and he goes there, an escape. And there he finds Juliet also. She’s a muggle born witch and the world is restored!

He protects her when he is sorted into Slytherin and she is a Hufflepuff.

But he misses his mom dearly.

He befriends an ambitious and beautiful young girl named Valencia Mae.

They also become close. The three of them are happy with just each other.

One day he realizes that he is in love with Valencia and he asks her out.

She says yes.

She comes from a very rich family so he tries his hardest to impress her.

Lucky for him, she has some daddy issues.

He learns that he is a very talented artist.

When he decides to persue his dreams as an artist Valencia dumps him.

He is left devastated.

Lynx drops out of school, he leaves everything behind. He leaves his home.

He’s a little dramatic. (Don’t tell him that he gets that from his father.

But years, and years later, he is reunited with Valencia.

They’ll get a chance at their own happy ending.

Halo Black

such a mama’s boy

but so protective over his baby sister

loves his dad too

really a family guy

from a young age he wants to have his own family one day

he’s a little spoiled but doesn’t know it

doesn’t like Lynx much, doesn’t get why his brother doesn’t love his dad like he does

Lynx tries to tell him that growing up with a single mom then going through a war is much harder than growing up in a mansion with two happy parents and the Black family fortune

Halo doesn’t see it.

He has a lot of back problems.

He’s awkward and so clumsy it could put Tonks to shame

he looooves his (very much alive) Uncle Remus

He wears cardigans and he is a hopeless romantic, after a girl in his year who he idolizes in his head

they are doomed to always be in love but not have anything ever go their way

truly tragic but the love story Halo always wanted

Aurora Black

if Halo is too much of a mama’s boy he’s got nothing on how much of a daddys girl Aurora is

she can’t function without her father

and her brother

oh boy is she spoiled

and optimistic

naive

honestly just not that smart

but has the purest heart and the best intentions

she is always trying to get along with Lynx even though she doesn’t even meet him until she’s about 6 years old

she loves Lynx’s art

she messages him all the time, and never gets a response

she is bullied a lot for being air headed.

And it gets bad.

Some girls play a nasty trick on her.

She is turned into a werewolf.

It breaks Sirius’ heart the most.

She would have been killed if Halo hadn’t have saved her life.

She then keeps to herself more, believing that she is ugly and a monster.

Remus helps and Tonks helps but she thinks she will forever be alone.

After all Remus was until his late 30′s.

But she still manages to keep a smile on her face.

She really loves animas.

Her life ambition is to open a bakery with her father.

She never wants to leave her family

She can even melt Lynx’s heart when she really wants to

but man is she s t u b b o r n

and as sweet as she is she can piss anyone off with her stubbornness to always get her way and not see anyone else’s

Juliet Buchannan:

Lynx’s best friend

not the brightest, but very honest

she keeps Lynx from going too hard, he keeps her grounded

but they both really like getting high together

and talking about aliens

Lynx around Juliet is very different than regular Lynx

she happens to love Sirius, calls him Mr McKinnon and he loves it

Calls Lynx Kitty.

Calls Marlene Mrs Kitty.

She goes wherever the wind takes her

Carefree.

Despite her very lonely childhood.

Her father was abusive and neglectful.

She spent more of her time with Lynx and Marlene

They are her family.

Works in Disneyland when she is older as a face character.

She literally just wants to see everyone happy all the time.

But she makes a lot of bad decisions and always has the wildest travel stories

Valencia Mae:

the love of Lynx’s life

BDE

she gets what she wants

her family exploits muggles to make their fortune

hardcore business woman

loves fashion

never goes anywhere without her Louboutins

she really isn’t that into the wizarding world and hates Hogwarts

but still gets good grades

ambitious AF

dont mess with her

seriously don’t

she will also stand up for Juliet once she is forced to take her in

dating Lynx means dating Juliet as well

really not the jealous type though so she doesn’t care

just a bad bitch in fancy heels

wine

Lyra

the girl Halo is way too in love with

she is not easy to love

she is so troubles Halo just wants to fix her

they are on again, off again faster than anyone can keep track

she has a small thing for Lynx and also one for Sirius

she has serious abandonment issues

the bottom line is she just wants to be loved and accepted but doesn’t know how to be

she does not have a strong sense of self-identity

Sirius really takes a liking to her, and is kind to her, she misjudges that and develops her tiny crush

but it is always Halo she loves

she just doesn’t know how to

she’s there to create the drama without meaning to

Lynx hates her, but she’s good at art so he helps her with that

Valencia and her would kill each other if given the chance

Aurora adores Lyra

Marlene hates seeing a girl break her baby’s heart

Just so lonely.

#blackinnon #sirius black #marlene mckinnon #au #everybody lives #let's see how this goes #fanfiction #in progress

[alolanrain]

Found Family!AU *Christmas Edition* Pt.2

Imagine Opal dealing with Madam Boss and bby Giovanni

Gio learns all his baking skills from his Aunt Opal

But his mother hated her sister with a passion

So he doesn’t see her often

When Madam Boss dies, it’s a bloody gory mess, he’s the first one to call her

“I have a son.” Is his hello, because I’m not making Giovanni and utter asshole in this AU he’s going to love Ash from a distance and actually steps down from Team Rocket the first time Ash stops him

And Opal is like, “P l e a s e let it be with that Female Kanto Trainer you brought to Galar that one Christmas, she’s such a sweet heart.”

And Opal finds out it is!!!

She puts her foot down on choosing the name bc Giovanni is fucking HORRIBLE with names and Delia was so tired and stressed a lot during the pregnancy to the point she couldn’t get a lot of shit down for the baby’s

Ash forces reluctant Grunkle Kabu to come to Alola for a week to meet up with extremely reluctant Grunkle Nanu

NANU AND KABU ARE EX-BOYFRIENDS

And Ash doesn’t even KNOW

Acerola kinda knows bc there’s this one picture her Uncle Nanu has at his desk at the police station next to a frame of her parents, him, and Acerola as a baby

She never commented on it and catches Nanu either looking at it with such a warm smile or either a really pained look in his eyes

it was a friendly split up

Both got to busy

And just had to let go

But it still hurt them a lot

ALLISTER AND ACEROLA ARE GHOST BESTIES

No but I’m expanding on the relationship of Bby! Ash and Gary with the older Head Chairman, who I’m naming Diego Thorn, and Younger!Rose, and finally Younger!Kabu

I’m hc that the Chairman BEFORE Chairman Thorn was named Theo Grass

So it’s kinda like earth, grass, thorn, then rose

Because it’s the pretty things in life that are truly poisonous

grumpy Grunkles are getting back together with the help of Ash, Gary, and the Ghost baby’s

the only reason why Kabu is considered a Grunkle is because both Ash and Gary seemed to have fucking LOVED him so much and he fathered Delia a lot since her own family was shit

So he’s the honorary Grunkle while Nanu IS Ash’s Grunkle bc yes tf Nanu is Giovanni’s Uncle but he’s really distant so he never actually found out Ash was his great Nephew until Ash at the age of 20-something came stumbling into his police station with wide whisky brown eyes and shocking black hair and a jaw line that seemed to familiar that Nanu could never forget

Chairman Thorn ALWAYS Came down from his work place, dragging Rose and his own assistant/secretary, Milly, to see bby Ash and Gary bc he’s a really big family man and the two boys absolutely adore him as much as Thorn adored them

And Delia was so afraid at first that Opal would nearly be/ or just plain be the same as Madam Boss and hurt the poor girl but it’s quite the opposite

Opal spoiled her SO HARD, she was the one to make sure that Delia and Gio had everything they could need for Bby Ash’s arrival and afterwards

And both women found out that they share a deep love for winter in general

So they start small traditions that they then pass down to Ash and Gary, because the Oaks get sucked into this bc Professor Oak can’t say no and Daisy loves Delia like the mom she barely remembers

And Opal is just like “Yes more great grand babies.”

And she was there for Delia when Giovanni left Ash and Delia, yes she was absolutely ROYALY pissed at her Nephew, but she also knew why Gio did what he did

Because he did the best thing to protect her, Ash, and by extent the Oaks as well

Because he fathered Gary and Daisy as much as Delia mothered them

But it because a tradition to bring the kids up to Galar to see Graunty Opal and Grunkle Kabu and spend the second week of December all the way to a week after New Years there

So like almost a whole month of family lovin’ time

BUT IMAGINE BBY ASH WADDLING INTO THE GYM FEILD AND CLINGING ONTO OPAL WHOS TALKING TO LEON/RAIHAN/OR BOTH BEFORE THEIR GYM BATTLE

AND SHE NEEDS TO GRAB SOMTHING BUT ASH IS CLINGING ONTO HER LEG SO OPAL JUST S C O O P S HIM UP AND HANDS HIM OVER TO THE TRAINER(S) AND IS LIKE “brb gotta go get some stuff before hand” AND JUST L E A V E S THEM THERE WITH BBY ASH WHO HAS JUST STARTED ASKING QUESTIONS AND HAS FALLEN SO HARD IN LOVE WITH POKÉMON

Raihan would just inwardly panic bc he’s never been good with baby’s before

But damn OH DAMN does Leon start bouncing Ash up and down while trying his best to answer Ash’s questions because he absolutely ADORES children at Ash’s age and wants to get better bc his mom and dad are thinking about having another kid and he wants to be the BEST big brother that he can be

Then Gary waddles over bc he couldn’t find Ash and Gary’s suppose to stick by Ash’s side to make sure the younger boy doesn’t get hurt

Raihan would start to panic even more bc there’s TWO babies now

But Leon would be ecstatic because there’s T W O BABIES NOW

HHH SO THEN COUSIN LEON BECOMES A THING

BUT ITS A SHORT THING BC ASH HAS TK GO BACK HOME AND HE DOESNT SEE LEON ANYMORE

but then he comes back with Gou in tow and the first part of the HC happens and then he sees Leon again

And everyone just watches Leon gush’s about how Ash and Gary were so cute as toddlers and then Ash recalls and just screams “COUSIN L!!!!” Because as a Bby he couldn’t pronounce Leon’s full name

And Hop is like “w h a t”

BUT ALSO IMAGINE NEWLY GRANTED GYM LEADER PIERS BEING BROUGHT OVER TO OPALS HOUSE FOR CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEARS BECAUSE HIS FAMILY IS S H I T AND HE MEETS ASH AND GARY

DELIA KINDA SUBCONSCIOUSLY BECOMES A MOM TO PEIRS DURING THAG MONTH AND ASH IS LIKE

“Y A S ANOTHER SIBLING!!!!!”

And then Piers gets abducted every year until Delia and Ash stop showing up bc their busy with work/traveling

Until, again, Ash comes back with Gou in tow and Gary gets guilted to come up to Galar

And he sees Piers and just gives the man a cheeky smile and then sees Marnie kinda hiding behind Piers and thinks “Ah yes, new sibling #5,437”

And Marnie latches on faster to Ash than Piers has seen her ever do to anyone else bc she’s been grown up on the wild things Ash would get Piers and another boy into before he stopped coming back to Galar every winter

Bede also gains Brotherly Love bc his family kicked him out for being trans and Ash was having NONE OF THAT bc he’s trans himself

I’m thinking about having Ash and Gary together since this AU is kinda like my AM!AU but not really

Still debating on that

But no My favorite part has to be the competition between all the League officials, except Rose bc he’s an asshole, to get the best seasonal themed picture/video with the trio bc OF COURSE Gou is immediately adopted into the family and becomes Ash’s little sibling

Even people like Allister and Bae get into it

Like there’s a picture Melony took for Allister that had Ash lofting the boy up so he could place the star on the small Christmas tree at their gym lobby with Gou and Gary helping to place other decorations on it

Or Bae’s selfie of the Trio with her together with a snowman that looks like a certain Galar Champion, stolen cape and all

Gou fears for a while that they were all just being awkwardly nice about it until Kabu find them out at night behind Opals mansion they were staying at and gently nudges the truth towards them that they actually LIKE having Gou with them and participating with their family shenanigans and other shit and that they ARE family now because do you honestly think Delia is going to let go of you know? Because she sure as hell hasn’t let go of Kahuna Nanu in Alola

God when Ash brings all his friends who don’t have Good Families over it becomes even more Chaotic

Opals like “WHAT DO YOU M E A N YOU NEVER BAKED COOKIES UNTIL THREE IN THE MORNING?????”

And Lillie and Melony talk about ice types over a cup of hot coco why Allister, Bae, and a shit ton of other people are loosing their mind over Silvally because it can change TYPING W T F GLADION

and Ash is like “oh it’s Silvally!” And Gary would be intrigued but Ash literally shares EVERYTHING with him so he can meet the Pokémon another time when Gladion isn’t so bombarded by people bc the blonde was so used to people in Alola who are used to seeing Silvally that he forgot Alola is definitely not like everywhere else

Hhh Serena, May, Dawn, Zoey, and a bunch of other girls talking with Opal, Oleana, and other female League members about fashion and the younger girls find out that the Women watch their performances religiously bc Ash flippantly said something and that got them interested now they can’t stop watch them

IRIS AND RAIHAN DUKING IT OUT ON THE BATTLE FEILD BC IRIS SAID HER DEAGONITE IS STRONGER AND BETTER THAN RAIHANS FLYGON AND HES LIKE “B E T YOU TINER FUCKER!!!!”

RAIHAN DUKING IT OUT WITH DRAYDEN, because he’s still cousins with Delia in this AU, AND W I N N I N G

So it’s canon, from the new Pokémon game app, that Iris is Leon and Hops cousin

So now Leon just rounds on Ash and is so confused bc Iris talked about this one boy name Ash with a Pikachu who acts like such a kid over face time but Leon didn’t make the connection it was THIS Ash she was traveling with

Hhh snuggle piles in the living room after a fun day outside building forts and what not

Like Ash is dead center in the kids pile bc he’s a kid at heart and Gary’s legs are thrown over his shoulder a bc Ash is in a blanket fort/nest with the other younger kids while Gary is pressed between Delia and Daisy

Opal is curled with Serena bc she’s currently getting deets in the fairy world in Kalos

PROFESSOR OAK TALKING TO MELONY ABOUT ICE TYPES BC HE USED TO BE AN ICE TYPE TRAINER BEFORE COMING KANTOS PROFESSOR

All the younger trainers are so focused on the movies as the adults just talk quietly in the background

And Gou is laying over Ash’s lap while on their phone and Ash doesn’t say anything even though his legs are falling asleep

Idk I’m gonna have Lance as Delia’s brother in this AU

But that doe NOT stop him from acting like Ash’s uncle because Ash ripped Lances two titles out from under him in three years

Leon has been Champion for 20-something years instead of the in game 10 Years

So that it could be plausible that Trainer!Leon and Bby!Ash/Gary could meet each other

#ash ketchum #gary oak #delia ketchum #professor oak #daisy oak #pokemon gou #pokemon leon #champion leon #pokemon opal #gym leader opal #FF!AU #Found Family!AU #pokemon kabu #gym leader kabu #gym leader melony #gym leader bae #gym leader allister #gym leader piers #gym leader raihan #rival hop #pokemon hop #rival marnie #pokemon marnie #rival bede #pokemon bede #pokemon chairman rose #chairman rose #giovanni #pokemon giovanni #madame boss

[mymelodyheart]

Forget Me Not Chapter 2 ~Homeward Bound~

“For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.”

2015

He cocked his head to listen if anyone was in the corridor. Satisfied nobody was about, he cautiously snuck into Claire's old bedroom and shut the door firmly behind him. After carefully placing a vase of forget-me-not flowers on the desk, Jamie noticed not much had changed in her room since she left Lallybroch. On one wall was a massive poster of the world map, on the wooden beam above, hung an assortment of dreamcatchers, and on her bed was a collection of stuff toys he had given her over the years. After a brief glance at the bookshelves filled with classic literature and travel books, his eyes wandered to her dressing table. Slotted in the frames of the mirror were a collection of photos, and they were mostly of him, William and Jenny. He smiled as he peeked at each snapshot, conjuring memories from their childhood. He wished he had a more recent photo of her, but that was one thing Claire never granted him as she was never keen to have her picture taken. Although she was active on social media, most of her posts were images of places she had visited, wildlife, food and the odd time her feet, to show off her new trekking shoes.

Over the years, he thought of her often even in times when he was in relationships. How could he stop thinking of her when Claire would faithfully send postcards, cards during special occasions and made-up occasions, and also ridiculous souvenirs that served no purpose except to clutter his apartment. But he kept every damn thing she had ever sent him. In return, he would send her favourite hardback books with forget-me-not flowers pressed into the pages and occasionally a bottle of single malt whisky so she wouldn't miss home too much. 

Every Christmas and a couple of weeks in summer, Claire would come to visit Lallybroch, but Jamie was never there to see her, for the most part, because those times were his busiest at work in France. And whenever he came home, either she was studying in Switzerland, or she was on some adventure with her backpack in some faraway places. Once, only once they had an opportunity to meet in London airport for their connecting flights when she was bound for Scotland, and he was returning to France. Even that chance meeting went awry when Jamie's flight was delayed departing Edinburgh. But today she was coming home, and it would be the first time they will see each other in six years. This time she was staying for good and so was he. 

..........

"God ah hate regional trains! Are we nearly there yet?" Geillis muttered as she slumped on her seat and stretched her legs in front of her. They have been travelling on the train from London for four hours already. "Remind me again why we took the train instead of flying."

Claire closed her book and sighed at her friend. "If we had booked a flight, we would have had to wait for two more days, and I can't wait that long. All the cheap flights were fully booked, and I wasn't prepared to pay a few extra hundred pounds to fly from city to city. I know how you're feeling, Geillis... I can hardly wait to get there myself. I'm even finding it hard to concentrate on reading, thinking of seeing my family again. God, I've missed them." Looking at her watch, she smiled. "Not long to go now... an hour and a half... more or less." 

In actual fact, she had been thinking of Frank for the most part of the journey, and the thought of him made her stomach do somersaults. Claire had seen him the summer before when she came to visit Lallybroch, and she couldn't forget the appreciative look he had given her way when they met at the local pub. He seemed surprised as if he was seeing her for the very first time. And if her instinct is anything to go by, Claire believed Frank loved what he saw.

"What's with the secret smile, Claire? Is it Frank?" Geillis cheeks dimpled as her lips curled into a puckish smile.

Claire grinned. "You know me too well. Yes, alright yes I've been thinking about him, but I'm also thrilled to be seeing my family again, especially Jamie...I haven't seen him for years. God, I've missed him." She paused as she summoned memories from the past before continuing. "Just between the two of us, Jamie is my favourite out of the three siblings. I love them all, but Jamie is the best. Maybe because we're closest in age and we get along so well. As for Jenny, she used to fuss over me a lot, and when I got older, it became annoying. Well, Willie is great too, but he was always so grown up. He rarely played with me when I was little, but in my teens, he spent more time with me when ma and da were busy in the hotel. On weekends he used to take Jamie and me to movies and such, while Jenny was more interested in staying at home and pottering about. "

Thinking back to her childhood memories, the Fraser family was the greatest gift her uncle Lamb had ever given her. Although Claire felt like an outsider in her school and was often taunted for being English, the love her foster family had for her outweighed the heartaches. Her happiest memories were within Lallybroch and days spent with the Frasers. Even though she lost her parents at such a young age and then later, her uncle Lamb, in her heart and in her mind, despite what her schoolmates made her feel, she was never an orphan.

"Here, hand me yer IPad. Ah want tae see pictures of your folk again, sae ah ken who is who."

Claire shifted seats next to Geillis, and opening her IPad, she tapped into the gallery icon. After a few swipes on the screen, she found what she was looking for. "This one here is the last photo of all of us together under one roof. This was taken before Jamie went to a culinary college in France. I was sixteen here. Willie here was on holiday from his training as a chef in Italy. And Jenny, she's the only one who stayed at home. She never had any interest in the hotel, restaurant or further studies. Though she did go to University in Edinburgh to study Business Management. Da said she was born to be a housewife because she loved running the household and cooking." 

"So you're the youngest? You look sae different in this photo...maybe it's the glasses ye were wearing and your hair was shorter."

"Yes, I'm the youngest. Jamie is now 25, Jenny 28 and Willie is 30. I was the baby then and was spoiled rotten when I first came to Lallybroch. Yea, I got rid of the specs after ma convinced me to wear contact lenses because I kept losing them or breaking them. As for my hair, I realised the curls aren't as wild if I kept my hair longer. I hated my hair back then and wished I had Jenny's straight hair. " Claire swiped past more pictures to a more recent one. "This one is from last year, just the Fraser kids."

"Holy mammy of God, are these Jamie an' Willie? They're sae tall an' Jenny is sae wee. Mmm such good looking lads if ah may say sae."

Claire laughed. "I don't know why Jenny is so small. Everyone else in the family is tall, even ma. Jenny and Willie take more after da with their dark hair and blue eyes. As you can see here, Jamie looks more like ma... he's ginger just like you, but he does have his father's eyes."

"Mmm...Jamie looks scrumptious, and he's more buff than Willie. Is he single? You wouldna mind if ah tried tae angle for a date? Unless of course, ye want him for yersel'"

"Don't be daft! He's my brother...and if he falls for you and ends up marrying you, it's like we're going to be sisters. Now wouldn't that be fab? And yes, he's definitely single. He broke up with his French girlfriend a few months back. He never really liked to discuss his relationships with me, and all I know is that he reckons Frenchie wasn't the right girl for him."

Claire loved Jamie with all her heart, and she had time and again reminded him that he will always be her best friend. He had consistently made her feel special, especially on the night when Frank cancelled their dance date when she was fifteen. He had planned to go with his friends after the dance, but instead, he went with her and Willie, stopping by a gas station to buy a tub of her favourite vanilla ice cream. When they arrived home, they both tucked into their treat sitting on the outside balcony, wrapped in a blanket and looking at the stars. Claire always loved looking at the stars, and she thought it was the most beautiful thing. Then she remembered him saying to her softly as he fed her a spoon of ice cream, "Next time you think of beautiful things, don't forget to count yourself in." 

"So does Jamie have a type?" Geillis asked as she enlarged a photo of Jamie on Claire's IPad.

"Funny you ask that. He always told me he prefers brunettes, but his past two girlfriends were blondes. Blokes are funny that way, aren't they? They say one thing and do another, and yet Jamie always told me women are the most complicated creatures. Tsk, men!"

Geillis closed the IPad and handed it back to Claire. "Weel 'tis braw tae be back in Scotland an' I'm sae glad ah will be workin' wi' ye and yer family. How is yer da tae work for?" Geillis asked, straightening up from her seat to rummage for some snacks in her satchel.

"Oh, da is great, you will love him. I spent summer as a kid doing odd jobs at the hotel...helping in the kitchen, in housekeeping and such. I enjoyed it so much that I proceeded to study Hotel Management instead of nursing."

Claire and Geillis met while fulfilling their apprenticeship in a five-star hotel in Munich, Germany. Once their training came to an end, Geillis had planned to apply for a job in New York hoping Claire would follow suit. But Claire declined as she had promised Brian, her foster father, she would come back to work for Fraser Manor Inn once her studies and training were over. As Geillis was intrigued by the Frasers' hotel and wanted to be closer to her friend, instead of going to New York, she applied for the Front Office position with the help and recommendation from Claire, which Brian Fraser accepted.

Jamie and Willie have returned home to Lallybroch a few months back to help with the preparations for the Grand Opening after the hotel went through a major restoration. It was a pact they all made that they would one day return home to work for the family business. Claire had, at first, wanted to travel to Mexico after her apprenticeship had ended. But since the Grand Opening of the hotel is imminent, she decided to come home earlier than planned.

Fraser Manor Inn, having only thirty rooms, is not by any standard grand but more traditional of the Highlands. The pièce de résistance  of the hotel was the restaurant, and the food was very sought after for its exceptionally high standard in taste, presentation and creativity, promoting Scottish fresh and local produce. The head chef Murtagh Fraser, god-father to all Fraser children had earned the restaurant a Michelin three stars; hence, his cantankerous manner was put up by Brian and Ellen. Working alongside Murtagh in the kitchen would be the Fraser boys; William as the Sous-Chef and Jamie as Chef de Pâtissier.

"Weel, I'll give it a go for a year, and I hope yer da will give me a fantastic certificate tae add tae my resume. When does the hotel re-open?"

"Hopefully before Christmas. So you'll have plenty of time to familiarise yourself with the locals and local delights. Da says you can stay in Lallybroch until you find your own place. Otherwise, he has a couple of apartments for rent...normally he rents them out to staff. It's supposed to be for one of us in case we tire of living in Lallybroch."

"Oh good, plenty of time to get to know the local boys before we start work. Or let's say, plenty of time to get to know yer brothers, " Geillis said, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

..........

Jamie and Willie were standing on the platform, waiting for the train to come to a halt and for Jamie, it seemed to take eternally before the screeching and clunking on the beaten old track ceased. The air felt nippy, and although it was only mid-afternoon, it was quickly turning dark. It was a perfect homecoming for Claire, Jamie thought, as autumn was her favourite season. He smiled to himself as he thought of Jenny and his mother preparing Claire's favourite meal of Beef Wellington, thick gravy, roast potatoes and vegetables. Willie had offered to cook, suggesting a more elegant dish, but the Fraser women had shooed him away. Earlier in the day, while nobody was in, Jamie snuck in the kitchen and made Claire's favourite dessert of Raspberry Mille Feuille and Sherry Trifle much to Jenny's annoyance. He had to make it as it was the only request Claire had of him when he asked what she wanted when she came home.

The whoosh of the sliding doors of the train carriages brought Jamie back to the present. As his older brother started to move forward, he followed, looking up and down the platform for a ginger-haired lassie and a curly-haired brunette. There were plenty of people disembarking eager to get off, and others, keen to get on board and out of the cold. The brothers strained their necks watching out for the girls, and it was Willie who saw them first.

"Claire! Over here!" Willie shouted as he started to jog forward.

"Oh my God, Willie...I'm finally home! So good to see you!" Claire squealed as she flung herself to his older brother's arms, while the ginger-haired lass stood back and observed the scene with amusement.

Jamie waited patiently, not wanting to disturb their moment as he leaned on a pillar watching the scene before him. He watched her squeal some more and giggle as Claire introduced Willie to her friend Geillis, babbling and swinging her rucksack onto her back as she went along.   Ah Dhia, she's more beautiful than ever.  Gone was the awkward and shy teenage girl he remembered but instead there stood a bubbly gorgeous young woman full of self-confidence and most importantly, happy to be home.

"Where's Jamie? I thought ma said he was coming with you." Claire asked, looking slightly disappointed.

"Right here, Sassenach," he replied, stepping away from the shadows and opening his arms for an imminent embrace.

She spun around to the direction of his voice, her eyes widening in surprise before her face broke into a most stunning smile he'd ever seen. Gone were her braces and in place were perfectly even teeth. "Jamie!!!" Claire wasted no time and ran up to him.

Jamie lifted her and hugged her tightly as they both laughed and spoke at the same time, of how they missed each other. Jamie didn't let go, and Claire wrapped her legs around his waist to keep her balance, as she rained loud kisses on his cheek. "Fancy a piggyback for ol' times sake?" Jamie suggested, grinning.

Claire nodded her head animatedly, her smile never leaving her face.

Without much effort, Jamie grabbed her hips and shifted her to his back without her feet touching the ground. Once she was safely behind him, her arms around his neck and legs around his middle, Jamie grabbed Claire's duffel back and turned around to his brother. "I'll race ye to the car!" Jamie shouted as he ran off.

Willie laughed at their carry on as he watched Jamie zig-zagged on the platform, Claire's laughter echoing in the air while Geillis face was one of astonishment. "Don't mind them, they've always been like that..." Willie confessed, shaking his head as he chuckled to himself.

"Brother my arse...he's got the hots for her," Geillis muttered to herself, as she watched Jamie and Claire disappeared into the crowd.

"Pardon me...you were saying?" Willie turned to pick up the rest of the bags as he smiled at Geillis.

"Nothing."

"I don't want to race Jamie to the car, but you can tell me how your trip was from London..."

#melodyheart #forgetmenot #Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser #outlanderfanfic

[svtegg]

dad!svt (hyung line)

seungcheol:

three kids...he wants more though.....whew

two boys n a girl

minjae, 12, a charmer like his dad, looks exactly like him

rowdy, loud and yells all the time

loves football and is naturally good at most sports

when he went to a cafe with his dad he ordered for his dad and when the barista gave him a confused look when he ordered a double shot dark roast ice americano he said

“i’m not young i’m just really short” making seungcheol who stood five steps behind his son bust out in laughter

chorong, 10, a tomboy who idolized her older brother and wants to do everything he does, she also plays football

her focus is worse than her brothers though so she always finds herself doing other stuff while pretending to play keeper

but don’t tell him that bc she doesn’t want him to know

she’s a very independent woman and gets very agitated when someone tries to help her with what she’s doing

taeoh, 6 BUT HE’LL HAVE YOU KNOW HES 6 AND A HALF actually

a total mamas boy and seungcheol will never admit how jealous that makes him

taeoh is a calm soul and tends to be a little shy

enjoys nature and animals n prefers playing with sticks and rocks over plastic toys

seungcheol is a stressed out parent....kinda like a stereotypical movie soccer mom

stressing over the shopping list at the grocery store n you just have to take a hold of his forearm to tell him that it doesn’t matter if you get taeoh red or yellow socks for his school talent show next week because taeoh is 6 and he doesn’t care

loves his kids more than anything in the world and is extremely supportive and encouraging

isn’t very strict but does have house rules, chores and routines and treats every one of his children with respect and love

almost never gets angry or worked up....only when the kids fight or hurt each other will he slightly raise his voice to assert his authority

but always ends his lectures with an i love you and a big hug

the “that’s my kid!!” type of dad

so so proud of his clumsy, messy and comical children

cheered for chorong when she did a handstand in the goal in the middle of a match

the rest are under the cut...

jeonghan:

“two” children

a two year old son

and another on the way

you don’t know the gender yet but!!! he’s very excited to meet his second child (it’s also a boy shhh it’s a secret)

his son is named haneul and he turned two on the 3rd of may

jeonghan calls him hannie though, passing on his own nickname to his son heheheh

he’s a smart kid

jeonghan taught him all the colors and is very proud of that

when jeonghans mom comes over jeonghan will always pester his son to get him to say all the colors

“what color is this, hannie?” he would ask, pointing to the emerald green mat on the floor with an exited voice

haneul would just give him the stank eye and go back to playing with his wooden moomin figurines

a total daddy’s boy he loves his dad so so much and jeonghan rubs it in your face constantly

hannie co sleeps in your bed,,,,and lemme tell you....that lil boy is wild as fuk,.,.,.hes basically doing acrobatics in his sleep...ends up splayed across both you and jeonghan, cheeks squished into your chest and feet resting on jeonghans stomach

jeonghan is a more hands on parent, always keeping an eye or a hand on his boy at all times

anxious when haneul goes to daycare for the first time

a little over protective almost breathing down the child’s neck when he’s playing with his blocks on the floor

you have to tell him to calm down and give your kid some space to explore a little

calms down a little when the other child arrives bc he finally realizes that he won’t have time to protect his children from every potential booboo

still spoils his kids rotten and leaves it to you to be the strict and stern parent

he doesn’t tolerate any backtalk or attitude however and will discipline whoever it was that gave attitude right away

always reads bedtime stories, even when the children are almost teenagers and whine at him to just get out of their room already

joshua:

two daughters

elisabeth, age 9, her korean name is eunchae

elisabeth’s nickname is ella and both you and joshua never call her by her full name unless it’s to be assertive

ella is an artistic soul and loves to draw and paint, shes a little diva and wants everything her own way

but she’s a sweet girl down deep, clinging to her parents at every chance she gets

emelia, age 5, her korean name is eunbi

emelia has a lot of pet names, she’s the little sweetheart and always sucks up to her parents (josh loves it)

emelia is a little more shy than ella, and follows her sisters footsteps carefully

both the girls look exactly like him, the cat like mouth and the kind eyes copied from his body and onto their faces

both the girls have almost golden toned black hair if that makes sense....

joshua is a gentle parent, letting his girls do their thing while watching from a few steps

he loves exploring with his girls and taking them to parks and zoos and botanical gardens to teach them different animals and insects and flowers

the girls really like superheroes and they will make their dad play avengers with them on the suspension bridge on the playground

he will always have to be hulk and his girls will be captain marvel and groot

is a loving and sensitive father who is very open and emotionally available to his girls

has set house rules, bed times and is very respectful when asserting authority

never raises his voice to his children but guides them with an impeccable patience

the girls have their own bedroom but they often end up in your bed during the night...emelia frequents your bedroom most though

has hearts in his eyes when he watches his kids do anything

that adoring soft smile that makes the edges of his eyes turn up covering his face

jun:

one son

4 year old chaohua......english name...joshua

(yes joshua cried when he found out)

chao may only be 4 but he’s already as handsome as his dad

he’s the most adorable child ever

the kindest soul to ever walk the earth

he loves cuddling and would be content for a good hour just curled up in the corner of the sofa with one of his parents or uncles

he’s already lost his one front tooth and is very proud of it

likes watching cartoons!! especially old pokémon episodes

jun’s so loves animals...all animals,,,and when he found out meat cane from animals he refused to eat it...so now i guess jun is a vegetarian bc of the puppy eyes chao gives him whenever it’s dinnertime

when walking anywhere with his son, jun has to stop every five minutes so that chao can pet a dog or talk to a bird that’s trotting along the sidewalk

the little boy squatting down with his hands around his knees to carefully speak to mr.dove....but mr.dove is clearly a city pigeon

also always nagging his dad for a cat

chao is very good at swimming and jun takes him to his swimming lesson every week without fail

jun is v supportive and sits on the benches along the wall to watch his son

isnt really scared for chao bc he knows his child is careful and smart

so let’s him do what he wants most of the time

jun convinced you to let chao co sleep with you and he still does that

you had to get a bigger bed but no one is complaining because chao is such a cuddle bug it’s a win for everyone

basically chao is just as kind and gentle and loving as his father

and chao being born made jun grow up a little...he’s still goofy happy junhui but he’s just 10 times more loving n doting....towards his child that is

wonwoo:

two sons

twins

taewoo and wonseok, both 5

both complete opposites but still a match made in heaven

wonseok is a carbon copy of wonwoo, even his personality

while taewoo is a carbon copy of just wonwoo’s face

wonseok is quiet, thoughtful, neat and incredibly smart while taewoo is rowdy, loud, messy and lot of fun

wonseok is braver than taewoo however and this way they balance each other out perfectly, one being the life of the party while the other evens out the energy levels a bit more

wonwoo loves his kids so much

his stoic and mysterious image being completely thrown away the second he hears one of them squeal out a loud DAD!!!! when he walks through the front door of your house

the twins are v often perched on either side of his hips, or clinging onto his back as best they can

they love their dad and thinks he’s the coolest person on the entire planet

beside from Captain America©️ maybe

wonwoo is a strict parent, expecting his sons to behave and treat each other with kindness.,,..,,.,,.,,...most of the time

they’re twins so ofc they get on each other’s nerves

wonwoo doesn’t mind a little fighting and crying from the boys....as long as they make up after

otherwise wonwoo would sit then down and have a discussion with the two of them

and bc of this the boys are extremely mature for their age,,,again.,,.,,...,,,most of the time

but they’re wonwoos greatest pride and he loves them so so much

wonwoo will often play board games with his sons,,,,sometimes he becomes a little too invested

taught wonseok how to play checkers and now he almost never gets peace from the little boy who’s constantly asking to play him again

taewoo just wants to play spider-man...which is basically wonwoo lifting the boy up and holding him up to the roof so he can pretend to walk on it...while screaming at the top of his lungs in happiness

he can’t handle bedtime though and so you and him always put them to bed together

soonyoung:

he’s been busy

he has a one year old boy....

and a 3 year old girl

and one on the way,,,,no one knows the gender yet shhhh (it’s another baby boy but i didn’t tell you that)

daehyun and hanbyul

he’s the biggest softest dad ever and cries at every first

cried when hanbyul said her first word...which was apple for some reason

cried at daehyuns f

cried at daehyuns first steps

cries when his child cries

keeps a list on the fridge of funny things his kids say

is super stoked and excited every time his kid learns a new thing, showing it off to every uncle one by one

is also completely on top and updated on what disney characters your daughter likes recently

knows exactly what stuffed animals his son likes and always knows what he needs when he starts fussing

he knows his kids so incredibly well its almost like he can read their minds

plays dress up with byul all the time, his favorite princess is elsa

you would often find him in the signature Dad™️ pose (the lying in the floor supporting yourself in your forearm) on hanbyuls bedroom floor with a tiny elsa costume on smiling like an idiot at your daughter who was explaining how to drink tea like a princess

a whole idiot for his kids, literally in love with them would do anything for them

spoils them rotten and makes sure theyre always happy, healthy and laughing

will never get tired of bouncing his son on his knee just to hear him laugh

his kids adore him just as much back

soonyoung almost has as much energy as his toddler daughter but will often go down as well at nap time

basically having kids with soonyoung is like raising and extra kid (him)

jihoon:

1 daughter

she’s just as badass as him

theyre best friends like actual best friends

she’s already turning into a little sassy savage princess

her name is youngsun (or just sun)

jihoon calls her sunnie or ms young

she’s currently 7 years old, and she has NO front teeth so she has an adorable lisp

she’s good friends with joshua’s girls

the little lady is very well behaved and always listens very well....jihoon likes to think this is bc he raised her to think for herself and respect and treat people like she wants to be treated herself

even though she’s jihoons daughter she is still a little cuddle bug and will savagely call her uncles out in their bull while resting her head on their chest

she’s very small, probably inheriting jihoon height lmao mingyu teases her adoringly by calling her teeny while she jokingly pouts up at her beanstalk uncle

jihoon treats his daughter like an equal, and bc of this they have a very special bond

jihoon and sun often discuss and exchange opinions on various subjects like adults and many people are impressed by how articulate and eloquent the young lady is

but she’s also a mischievous little lady and often pulls pranks on her parents or uncles,

hiding from them and scaring them when she thinks they aren’t looking and then running away with the loudest most adorable giggle leaving her toothless mouth

of course everyone just pretends they get scared but she doesn’t know that and thinks it’s the most hilarious thing

youngsun has a very strong bond with uncle mingyu and uncle seungkwan

the three of them often pairing up to scare jihoon while he’s working on something or spaced out in his own world

sometimes jihoon gives in and plays harry potter with his daughter, pretending to have dueling battles in the kitchen with chopsticks as wands

jihoon would be on the floor yelling out VINGARDIUM LEVIOSAAAAA

and you would be sat in the living room reading, laughing to yourself

you never in a million years pictured this would ever happen

basically jihoon is a very good dad and his daughter loves him,,,you could say she’s a daddy’s girl

#dad!svt #svt #seventeen #seventeen scenario #seventeen imagine #seventeen au #seventeen scenarios #svt scenario #svt imagine #svt au #svt scenarios #kpop #svt drabble #seventeeen drabble #drabble #imgaine #scenario #seventeen bulletfic #bulletfic #seungcheol scenarios #choi seungcheol #seungcheol #scoups #s coups #s.coups #jeonghan imagine #yoon jeonghan #kwon soonyoung #jisoo hong #joshua hong

[gritsandbrits]

Sonic OC Bio

Name: Cameron Segana

Nicknames: Cam

Age: 15

Alignment: Good

Species: Human

Continuity: Mostly games but with several changes

Physical Appearance

- Medium to dark brown skin

- Light brown eyes

- Super curly black hair worn in a short afro

- thin green headband

- Tends to wear green, teal, and coral pink outfits

- SA outfit: green and white sweatpants and short sleeved shirt with sandals

- Single eyelash and almond shaped eyes

- No gloves (they make her hands sweat)

- Bead bracelets

- Seashell necklace

- Beige and green sandals with ankle straps and a slight wedge heel

- Is one of the shortest human characters (by Sonic standards) at just 4'3

Family

- Erin (cousin)

- Nathan (father, whereabouts unknown)

- Karyn (mother, whereabouts unknown)

- John (uncle and Erin's father, whereabouts unknown)

Friends

- Team Sonic

- Amy

- Cream

- Silver

- Blaze

- Big

- Team Chaotix (sometimes)

- Team Dark are more like acquaintances

- Luna and Darcelle (two OCs associated with Team Dark)

Enemies

- Dr. Eggman

- Mephiles and Iblis

- Deadly Six

- Infinite

- Metal Sonic

- Black Doom doesn't exist because I hate them more than Mephiles

Backstory

Originally from an idea I had for a Sonic X reboot, Cameron is a 15-year-old human girl who lives in a secluded cottage with her older cousin Erin. In SA1, she discovers Tails after his crash and nursed him back to health before returning him to Sonic. Because of the badniks invading her home she decides to join up with them to stop Eggman from taking over the city. Along the way she discovers a knack for archery and some clues pointing to the whereabouts of her parents and uncle, who went missing during an expedition to Soleanna a few years back.

Personality

- Shy at first

- Introverted

- Learns to let loose

- Blunt when it comes to her opinions

- Sometimes expresses low confidence at times

- Mellow and soft-spoken

- Plucky

- Claustrophobic

- Bit of a neat freak because she doesn't like to attract bugs

- Expresses a thirst for adventure

- Can be pretty steely when angered

Hobbies and Interests

- Photography

- Swimming

- Surfing

- Collecting seashells

- Pizza

- Root beer

- Onion rings

- Scrapbooking

- Skating

- Works part time at a diner

- Playing her flute and drums

- Archery (she feels like a badass and likes to collect arrows)

- Traveling

- Skinny dipping on a hot Summer's evening or for privacy (her most shameful secret!)

- The colors green and blue

- Lemonade

Pet Peeves and Least Favorite Things

- Pickles

- Badniks invading her island

- Humidity

- Cold temps and snow

- Being underestimated because she doesn't have powers

- Gross things like bugs and slime

- Overly bright colors like neon orange and green (they hurt her eyes)

- Stubbing her toe

- People telling her that her parents and uncle won't come back

- Losing hope

- Closed up spaces

- Her camera malfunctioning

- Spoiled entitled behavior

Powers and Abilities

- Bow and arrow are her main weapons

- Hand to hand combat

- Athleticism

- Power Ups

- Hold her breath for extended periods of time (helping when in water levels; still need air bubbles)

- She can even weaponize her camera by turning the flash up bright to blind enemies

- Not the fastest nor strongest but has a healthy balance to keep up

- Learns to use Extreme Gear

Misc

- Cameron's surname is a reference to SEGA

- Her official ethnicity is African American but for the sake of my sanity her race will not be brought up constantly because I'm not here to earn social justice brownie points

- Cameron wears blue, green and oranges because I noticed how Sonic females tend to wear pink, purple and red and wanted her style to fit the games since there's not a female character yet who's associated with other colors besides those three

- A lot of people think that Cam and Erin aren't related because they look very different (Erin is a light-skinned redhead), which sometimes annoys her

- Out of the characters Cam has the most costume changes as she wears bathing suits, coats and winter gear, and other outfits depending on zone; she even begins carrying a bag to hold her outfits in

- She has a more mellow, humble personality to make her stand out from the other hammy, prideful and vibrant characters

- Cam documents her adventures through scrapbooking

- Her ultimate goal in the series is to find out what really happened to her family. This will eventually be resolved in Sonic 06 (spoilers: there's a happy ending)

- Also, Cameron and Sonic will be a couple but as always for my canon/OC ships, it's going to be a slow burn. Also I might tag as trigger warning for interspecies since some people still haven't got over SonElise.

- In SA1, Cameron received arrows with powers based on the stage. So for example, in Ice Cap she gets ice arrows, in Red Mountain fire arrows, Windy Valley has wind and leaves arrows, and Emerald Coast has her default arrows

- She doesn't have an ability type because I think it's outdated by now and limits potential

- I based her color scheme on the concept of Chromatic Arrangement. Sonic = blue, Tails = yellow, Knuckles = red, so it would make sense for another major character to be green (I don't count Jet and Vector). In SA Amy and Big round it out as "pink" and "purple."

- I guess Cam could technically count as a superhero even though she doesn't have the credentials of one (i.e costume, secret identity, edgy 90s redesign and bad Rob Liefield art)

- I based her SA/default costume from the styles that were popular in the late 90s and early 2000s since that's the era when the games came out

- Cam and Erin splits the bills, which is why they both have jobs since their parents aren't around. They end up getting rewarded money (SA2 by the president) which they then save up to go to Soleanna

- Cameron doesn't really consider Team Dark to be her friends, but she doesn't see them as enemies either

- She doesn't hate Amy either; she's more amused by Amy's worship for Sonic but does try to help her temper the obsession when it gets too much

- Cam eventually starts to see Tails and Knuckles as the brothers she never had, so she's protective of them; although her first impression of Knuckles was "Does he and Sonic fight every time they see each other?"

- I was inspired by Saphira24667's OC Saphira to make Cam and Sonic a couple because while I don't hate pairings like Sonally and Shadamy, I just want to do my own thing. Besides people will still find fault with it because it's canon/OC, so it's not like I have much to lose. No, I do not support beastiality but Sonic is at least sapient enough and people get away with Shadow/Maria.

- Originally my OC was going to be a Caucasian girl with long, wavy orange hair and a more "yoga instructor" design. Her names were also going to be Verna, Jade, Kelly, Celadon or Esmeralda, and her last name was going to be Greene. However I felt that having her be named after a shade of green and have a last name that literally is GREEN would be too much overkill so I changed her name and design. I also added more colors like blue and coral to give her a tropical aesthetic.

- Her theme in the SA games is Lauryn Hill's song "That Thing" which thankfully came out before SA was released in Japan (I tend to go extremely meta with my characters)

- One very old idea I had for her was for her to be a poodle with water powers to contrast her with Blaze; she's still associated with water though she doesn't have any powers

- Another old idea was for her to be a porcupine named Penny who had the power to control metal. The metal powers got carried over to my Shinkenger OC Ayane.

- I intended for Cam to be the total opposite of Chris Thorndyke as she actually has relatable problems, a character arc, and a likable and sympathetic personality.

- Cam weighs 121 pounds, so she has a canon weight compared to female Sonic characters

- In Sonic 06 Cam and Sonic becomes an official item (Amy will still be treated with dignity and respect as I hate ship wars)

- I have yet decided on what kind of power ups to give her

#sonic oc #sonic original character #actually good sonic oc #poc heroine #black female superhero #sonic human #sonic human fancharacter #badass normal #sonic games #good sonic oc

[dark-and-kawaii]

Kuroko Dad Headcanons prt. 1

Sorry these are taking a long time to get out! Here is prt. 1

Hanamiya ~ Kiyoshi ~ Furuhashi ~ Kagami ~ Aomine 

are all on this list!

Please enjoy! 

~Admin kiwi xoxo

Hanamiya

Ya know, most wouldn’t think it but he’s actually pretty decent at this whole dad thing.

In the start he tried to convince you to let him push you down the stairs when you had told him he was going to be a dad. It’s only him and his mother, his dad had left him and his mother alone to fend for themselves… so maybe, just maybe. This was his turn to show himself that not all dads are a piece of shit.

During the pregnancy he had actually gotten another job so you could sit around and take care of yourself. Shocking i know, but he did it.

Not everyday was a happy day, it’s still Hanamiya. There were fights quite a bit, and name calling, but you told yourself it’s because he was working so hard. However one day, your whole relationship almost came to an end. Hanamiya had come home from work one night an hour late. You were a bit concerned, you knew about his past before you… If he would see someone he wanted, he would have them… deep down you were scared that he had gone off with another woman.  “Makoto?” Hanamiya was quiet, ignoring you as if you weren’t there until he breaks the silence. “I don’t think you should have my kid, ____.” Your heart sank. “What do you mean Makoto!? How could you say that! Is it because i’m no longer good enough!?” Hanamiya shot his head up to stare at you annoyed. “Nani? Baka! Stop accusing me of sleeping around! I told you that was all before you! I-....” He had paused to sink down onto the floor. “I don’t think i’ll make a good father. I was out with the guys…”

You fell to the ground with him, grabbing his head in your hands you pressed your lips hard against his. He was always your saving grace, but now it seems like you are his. “Hanamiya Makoto, you will be a wonderful father, please don’t think that way, and i’m sorry for accusing you.”

Hanamiya wanted a boy more than anything, but life had other plans. He was gifted with a little girl, when he had laid his eyes on her she was a perfect copy of you, the only difference was that she had his eyes… and in that moment he knew he would never let harm come to his little girl as she clings to his shirt.

Hanamiya is overprotective as hell, you mess with is little girl, you die… Doesn’t matter who or what.

His little girl was outside playing with a bunch of the neighborhood kids one evening as Hanamiya sat on the steps watching. As they kicked the ball around one boy had accidentally kicked it a bit to hard and it smacked Hanamiya’s daughter in the head. Hanamiya was there in seconds. “You little brat! The hell do you think you’re doing?” Hanamiya had grabbed the small boy by the collar of his shirt shaking him violently. You had to come outside and stop him… His daughter cheering him on from the sidelines. “Get him daddy!”

Hanamiya enjoys teaching his daughter new things, how to play basketball and the things to watch out for if she were to ever run into a team like his. He had no issues teaching her how to be foul in order to protect herself.

Hanamiya and his daughter are extremely close, more so than you and her. Ever since she was born Hanamiya was always there as her personal bodyguard. She even referred his teammates as uncles due to Hanamiya always bringing her with him when he goes to play street ball with them.

Hanamiya used to have an issue sharing his bed with his daughter since she always ends up smothering him, but soon he grew to enjoy it since he knew one day she would grow out of it. 

One thing Hanamiya absolutely loves doing is bringing home some of his favorite chocolates for  his daughter, she enjoys it too because one its chocolate and two she gets to sit on the couch with her daddy to try all the new flavors.

Kiyoshi Teppei

THIS BOI!!!! THIS MAN!!!! RIGHT HERE!!!! #1 Dad.

When you had told him you were pregnant he was overjoyed! He had been wanting to have a child with you for as long as he could remember. Smiling and laughing Kiyoshi grabs your waist in order for him to spin you around the room, “I’m going to be a father, and you’re going to be a mother!” Placing you back down Kiyoshi hurries to the phone so he can call everyone up to let them know the news.

Kiyoshi is the sweetest in the world (who would’ve guessed), while pregnant with his children he carries you around the house, despite you complaining that he doesn’t need to. He just doesn’t want you using any unnecessary strength. “Nonsense, ___. I enjoy doing this for you, let me have my fun.”  He will carry you bridal style or give you piggyback rides around the house. Even on the days you both go to the store with one another. As you both walk home he will spontaneously pick you up and carry you the rest of the way home, groceries in hand and all.

After a few months you’re able to finally feel the baby kick. “Ah! Teppei! They are kicking!” Kiyoshi literally drops the knife he is cutting with so he can run over to your stomach. Kneeling besides you on the couch he places his humongous hand over your swollen belly. Feeling his child kick is magical to him, he thinks how he got so lucky. The woman of his dreams carrying his children, he truly wonders how he got so lucky.

Kiyoshi isn’t the only one who spoils you, oh no. The entire team spoils you constantly. If you’re attending a match you better be prepared for a group hug and excellent treatment. Especially from Riko, she always attempts to make you some type of meal.

During the birth of your children, Kiyoshi is there for you the entire time. He will wipe the sweat from your forehead, kiss your cheek, and hold your hand while giving you encouraging words. The minute you show any signs of distress he will be the first to act, telling the doctors you need more ice chips and narcotics.

After you’ve given birth to your handsome son and daughter, Kiyoshi is in tears. You made it through the rough birthing, his children were safe, and now he could rest easy. “Ah, _____. They look like you and I only smaller.” He had his children in both his arms. Scooting over you have him room to sit on the bed, but Kiyoshi scooted you over a bit more so he could lay in bed rather than sit. Laying down on the hospital bed he placed his son on your chest for you to hold and placed his daughter on his own chest. Together his entire family rested with one another.

Kiyoshi is the best, he really is. Kiyoshi will never puts his children down, he’s always carrying them wherever he goes. Feeding time, he’s there with the pink and blue spoons. Changing time, he pushes you out of the room so he can take care of them.

He loves giving both of them a bath, even hoping in with them as all three of them play in the bubbles. He will turn himself into Santa clause with a bubble beard and his children will smack the water when seeing it out of joy.

As they get older Kiyoshi will teach them how to draw and color, even giving his son a basketball. Though his daughter tends to be more interested in the Orange ball while his son just plays in the dirt.

More time goes by and his kids are both 6. Kiyoshi has realized that both his girl and son will end up playing basketball one day. His daughter loves playing with him, “daddy I can’t reach! Help!” Walking up behind her, Kiyoshi lists her onto his shoulders so she can throw the ball in the hoop. “Daaad that’s not fair! I can’t reach either” his son was pouting holding his own ball. Kiyoshi flings his son over his other shoulder so he too can reach the net.

Kiyoshi enjoys taking his kids to the beach where they can relax as a family and play in the sand. “No! The water is too cold… and it’s scary daddy!” His daughter sits in sand as her father enters the water. “It’s not that bad sweetie, I promise you it’s okay.” Kiyoshi tries to reassure his baby girl, but she isn’t buying it.

His son on the other hand was pointing laughing at his sister, “baby! Hahaha she’s afraid of the water.” Which gave kiyoshi and idea since his son too was sitting in the sand. Sneaking up behind his son, Kiyoshi grabs his son only to throw him into the water, “see sweetheart, the water isn’t scary. Your brother likes it.”

“Dad! That’s not funny! The water is cold!” Kiyoshi and his daughter only smile at the scene. Taking her father's hand she’s ready to go into the water.

Kiyoshi will read his children to sleep, tuck them in, and stay in the small pinky rocking chair until you finally come to get him.

Furuhashi Kojiro

Hmmmmm, this boy right here…. Is a grade A dad, and he will stop at nothing when it comes to keeping his family safe.

“What?” His dead eyes stare directly at you as you explain to him that you are pregnant, “Okay.” You were a bit confused… You thought he would leave, or tell you something else but all he said was ‘Okay’. He glances back at you as he continues to make his homemade bread. Furuhashi clearly sees that you are confused, sighing he takes off his apron. Walking over to you he embraces you in a gentle hug, “Did you think i would just walk out on you? We will figure it out as we go.” “Kojiro…” He had put your stress at ease.

Furuhashi during the pregnancy is actually a lot kinder than you thought he would've been. He makes all your meals by scratch, even runs you a bath time to time, and does most the shopping for the two of you.

Furuhashi keeps his teammates away from you due to him not wanting you stressed. He’s doing everything he can to keep you happy so you don’t whine and moan about everything, and he’s doing a great job so far!

He has a hard time showing his emotions or even talking about them, but he’s found out that he quite enjoys wrapping his arm around your waist from behind. Furuhashi isn’t one to get all mushy, but he enjoys this. It allows him to feel his child growing inside you which he finds unique.

Furuhashi never really liked babies, they’re loud, gross, and just a pain to deal with… but sitting in the delivery room with you, seeing you hold his two girls… he’s realized that not all babies are repulsive.

Furuhashi is extremely, EXTREMELY protective of all his girls, including you. He refuses to let anything happen to them or you. Which is why Furuhashi choose the path he is on now, being the big boss man of the Yakuza allows him to make sure that his girls are always protected when he isn’t around.

Want an example of just how cold hearted this man truly is and the lengths he is willing to go to protect his girls?

Hanamiya got snippy with Furuhashi one day, and it had escalated due to Furuhashi not backing down like he would’ve back in high school. “Hanamiya, you forget who used to cause all the damage, if i recall it was me. Put it simple, you are all brains and nothing more.” Hanamiya was furious which only caused him to threaten Furuhashi’s daughters verbally as he left. “Get out of my way you brats before you die.”

The next day you had walked in on a grotesque scene, Hanamiya was on the ground laying in his own pool of blood. His teeth were missing and he was struggling to move due to his bones being broken. “Hanamiya, you will never threaten my girls again.” Furuhashi had made Hanamiya disappear from the world, he promised he would keep his girls out of harm's way… and he had kept his promise, no matter how dirty it had to get, he would do it for his girls.

Furuhashi not only keeps his two girls protected, but he is there to help them grow like the plants in his garden. He is there to nurture them and mold them into a perfect replica of their mother. He doesn’t want them to be cruel like himself, he wants them to laugh and be able to have fun in life.

Walking through a garden center his daughters notice a few plants and they cant help but scream in excitement, “Can we buy these plants and flowers daddy! Please! We want to learn how to bring things to life like you!” “Yeah just like daddy! Please!” Furuhashi isn’t one to smile, but hearing his daughters talk about gardening warms the coldness in his heart. “Alright. We will get a few.”

Furuhashi and his daughters bond over gardening now, shows them how to tend to the garden and how to keep things alive. Standing up from the dirt, Furuhashi watches his two daughters plant the new flowers they had bought. He’s a proud father, and thinking back about how he “hated” babies causes a ping in his chest. He wouldn't trade being a father for anything.

Kagami Taiga

OH BOY! Baby boy get’s an A for being a good day, and trying!

“NANI!!!!!!???? YOU-YOU’RE- I- I’m…” Kagami was freaking out as you surprised him with the pregnancy test.

“WHAT IF THEY DON’T LIKE ME?! I’m. Me? A dad?” He shakily sat down on the bed as you crept closer. Grabbing his head you leaned your stomach onto his face.

“You will do okay, Taiga. How could they hate such man?” His eyes softened, wrapping his arms around you he pressed his face into your stomach more. Accepting that he will be the father of your children.

Kagami, minus the moment of accepting everything... Freaks out constantly. He is so frightened that he will squish you as you both sleep, scared that he might swing open the fridge door and smack you in the stomach, dear god the stairs! What if you fall while he isn’t home? “We need to move where there isn’t a second floor, ____! No stairs!” You blinked in silence, watching him grip the railing of the stairs. “We are not moving, Taiga.” You continued to read as he wiggled the railing.

Morning sickness isn’t a problem for him, in fact there was a time where he heard you puking and he rushed down the stairs to make you soup. Once the soup was finished he kicked open the bathroom door, soup in hand. “____!!!! I brought you soup! How are you feeling?” Placing the soup on the ground next to you he sits beside you rubbing your back. “I’m here! Is there anything else you need?” His rubbing became more frantic. Not knowing what else he could do as you continued to puke.

Eventually things settle down and Kagami becomes used to everything. He no longer breaks the doors down when you’re sick, instead he sits behind you rubbing your back soothing you. He now will calmly bring you food in bed, lying there beside you rubbing your stomach where his child grows.

During the delivery Kagami fainted… yeah he did. It wasn’t because he was grossed out, everything just hit him at once. This was really happening, he was about to become a dad, one look at him and they might hate him forever. *faints*.

He wakes up heading cries, “Oh! Taiga! Thank goodness you’re awake! He won’t stop crying!” Kagami looked at you wide eyed. He had a son. Collecting himself he made his way to you and his son. His son had a set of red hair as him. Same eyes and all. His son opened his eyes laying them on his father, and right then and there he had stop crying. Picking up his son, Kagami held him tight.

Kagami became instantly attached to his look alike the moment he held him in the hospital. The love he shared with his son was intense, Kagami’s biggest fear turned out to be nothing more than a memory. As he rocks his son back and forth with the bottle, Kagami smiles warmly at his son.

Diaper changes are a bit difficult for Kagami, he just can’t seem to figure it out, some days they’re backwards, some days it’s not on tight enough and just falls off, and other times it get stuck on his hand, how you don’t know.

He found that during the baby stage it just wasn’t meant for him, but when his son got old enough, Kagami knew this was the stage for him.

At age 7 kagami’s son looks identical to him, his defined eyebrows and red hair is radiant in the sun. Kagami has taught his son how to play basketball, during the sunny days they both go out and play on the street. Kagami taught his son all his tricks and was teaching his son how to enter the zone, “Ya know one day you’ll be able to take my place.” His son beamed up at him, “Ya really think so dad?” Kagami just nodded giving his son a thumbs up.

On rainy days Kagami had a basketball hoop duct taped to the back of a door where him and his son could continue to play, and when they aren’t playing basketball Kagami is teaching his son how to cook. Showing him the different knives and techniques to sharpen them. During a night of teaching his son had accidentally cut his finger… which resulted in Kagami freaking out and calling you for help. “Does he need to go to the hospital, ____?” You and your son looked at him blankly… “It’s just a small cut Taiga. He will be okay.”

Himuro and Kagami still are close, and now so are their sons. After playing a game of streetball, Kagami and Himuro’s sons both asked about their necklaces. Telling them the story behind it their sons jumped up saying how cool that is. Himuro and Kagami in sequence took their necklaces off, placing them around their sons neck, they passed their rings on to the next generation. 

Aomine

You were nervous to tell him, this wasn’t easy for you. You had known Aomine to be quite… Aomine. You didn’t know if he would be happy or mortified by the news. So you took a deep breath and made your way to the kitchen. There you found Aomine looking at one of his famous magazines… god how you hated those things. “Daiki… Can we talk?” His eyebrow arched hearing you wanting to “talk”. Shutting his magazine the threw it in the trash thinking you were going to cuss him out about it.

You surprised yourself as you blurted it out, “I’m pregnant!”

Aomine froze, one of his eyes twitching. “Nani?...” You were shaking in fear… here it comes… his rejection. You prepared yourself for the worse but instead of feeling alone you felt warmth. Aomine had embraced you, “When did you find out, ____?” Opening up your eyes you saw he was looking down at you with teary eyes. He was happy? “I found out just this morning….” His embrace became tighter, he was so thrilled to be a dad finally. He couldn’t wait to see what would happen.

Weeks went on and Aomine had become attached to you more so than the last 3 years. He was always there next to you no matter where you went. Aomine would always have a protective arm around you or a hand placed firmly on your ass. He was proud walking around with him, not only due to your beauty but because it was HIS child growing inside of you.

Time goes on and morning sickness isn't exactly his favorite, he tries to be supportive and tries to be there but sometimes it’s just hard for him to get up out of bed to join you. You knew this would happen so you weren’t exactly surprised he chose sleep over joining you in the bathroom. He did other things to make up for it though, like rubbing your back when he wakes up finally or taking your out for some breakfast.

Aomine only runs you one bath during your entire pregnancy, but that’s not really his style. He prefers to have a movie ready for you when you get to bed, awaiting for you  is plenty of kisses and snuggles.

He actually likes that you are pregnant, your swollen stomach is like having an extra pillow. Doesn’t matter if you’re both on the train, if Aomine is tired he will use your pregnant belly as a pillow and drift off to sleep while you play with his hair. Even if his child kicks him as he sleeps on your stomach, he never wakes up.

During the birth Aomine stays next to you as you push, his hand breaking as you squeeze his hand with all the strength you have. My god you are strong…

“Congrats, Aomine. It’s a boy.” The doctor hands him his son, leaving Aomine with his new family.

Aomine see’s that you are passed out from all the hard work you had just done. Patting his sons back Aomine decided to wander off with his son for a while. As you awaken you see that both your son, and love are gone. Gathering your gown you leave the room to search for them. Coming across a small recreation room you find Aomine asleep on a beanbag with his child in his arms.

Coming home Aomine is in full protective mode, childproofing the house, warning his neighbors not to try anything funny, and then pointing at his son, “You may be my son, but don’t think you’ll win over your mother more than me. I’ll share but that one isn’t happening.” You facepalmed, “Did you really threaten our son, Aomine.” Aomine snickered.

Aomine turned out to be an excellent father, he always squeezes his tall frame into the crib with his son so he can sleep next to him. And when Aomine isn’t in the crib his son always seems to manage escaping his crib, growing tired of these antics Aomine finally places a flat card table over his sons crib so he couldn’t escape anymore.

He enjoys picking up his son and tossing him into the air for him to catch. Even enjoys building blocks with his son, it doesn’t last though. His son got his laziness from his father and they both usually pass out with a block in hand.

During one of Aomine’s games his son had managed to get away from you. All the players stopped as they looked to see a child walking onto the court. “Guys! Why did you stop?” Turning Aomine saw that his son was making his way to his father. Running up to his child, Aomine picked him up… “Maybe you should bench me coach for a minute, my son needs me.” If 16 year old Daiki had told himself he would stop playing for his future son he wouldn’t have believed him.

Around the age of 5 Aomine and his son have bounded like none other, always taking his son to games, always teaching his son how to be the next best player. His son loved it, but loved diving under his father with the ball since he was short enough. “Got ya again daddy!” Aomine was proud of his son, “Just wait till you start dunking!”

As years go by his son continues to grow, Aomine buys his son a basketball but to his disappointment his son only wants to play with his mother, you. “Dad, aren’t you a little old to play basketball? Besides mom is better anyway.” Throwing down the basketball Aomine couldn’t help himself, “NANI!? Old? Her? Better?” You giggled at their little argument, “Come on mom! Show this old man how to play basketball!” Aomine was tapping his foot in anger as you walked out of the house, “Tell ya what son, if she beats me you can have her to yourself the rest of the day, but if i win she’s mine.” His son was upset at the bet, he had become a mama’s boy the last two years and he didn’t want his father to win this one.

At the end of the game, Aomine had won, his son was upset but Aomine knew what to do to cheer him up. “Come on, we will all play together.” Peeking his head up his son’s smile grew. There was nothing better than playing basketball with his two parents. Night had fallen and his son and you were both passed out on the couch with Aomine. His arms snaked around the two of you protectively as he too drifted off to sleep.

#knb #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basquet #kurokos basketball #kiyoshi teppei #knb x reader #hanamiya makoto #kiyoshi #hanamiya x reader #hanamiya #daiki aomine #aomine #aomine x reader #kagami #kagami taiga #kagami x reader #furuhashi kojiro #furuhashi #kirisaki daiichi #kiyoshi x reader #fluff #knb fluff #aomine daiki #teppei kiyoshi #taiga

[bolbianddolanhouse]

BNHA self insert AU

Nani the heck is this? Read here!

Chapter 12: Ni es Secreto, Soy un Pinche Chingona!

It’s a few days before Culture Week and I have everything ready for the whole week. Only thing left is to make some treats to sell at the festival, I got permission to use the school kitchen to make conchas and agua fresca for that and got them done the night before day 1. Mimi and Jin get their outfits done and we practiced a group thing to talk about culture shock, it was going to be lit and I was showing excitement.

Day 1: Family and Home culture

I was the last one to leave the dorms to avoid spoiling my surprises. I was in traditional wear of long skirt, hand embroidered shirt and serape. Along with the braids in ribbons pinned up into loops and simple makeup, I looked like a real muchacha. I roll up with the squad in their traditional robes and we didn’t care about the stares we got as we walked the halls. We sat in homeroom just to hear the announcements and we parted to our mini tour of the classes to talk about our culture. I gave my family and home presentation along with a sampling of the conchas I made to boost my sales at the end of the week. I walk to hero class when I usually have that class and run into the Big Three.

“Palma-san! You look so decorated! I always forget that you’re not Japanese.” said Nejire.

“You really do look like a woman from your culture” Amajiki said shakily “so colorful”

“Yes so effortlessly beautiful” said Miro as he grabbed my hand to kiss it. I pull my hand away before his lips met them.

“It’s impolite to kiss an un-courted woman in public in my culture” I said to integrate the theme of culture “Oh but here! have a sample of the treats I’m selling at the festival. I’m raising money to fund scholarships for international students going into hero work and I’d appreciate it if you’d tell your classmates to come and buy from me.”

They take a bite of the concha and their eyes widen “This is delicious! Palma-san you made this?!” exclaimed Amajiki.

“Yes I did! glad you liked it!” I said as I gave a polite smile “well I have to go and give another presentation, hope to see you at my stand later in the week!”

I briskly walk to the class just so I don’t run into anyone else I didn’t want to talk to. Meanwhile in the hero class...

“I wonder if Palma-san made it to school?” said Uraraka concerned “I didn’t see her leave the dorm.”

“I heard she’s here but she’s in full traditional wear” said Momo “I can’t wait to see her! from what Kendo said, she looks like a natural beauty!”

“She’s been so busy lately, maybe she was late?” said Jiro “I saw her car in the parking lot.”

“Class to your seats” said Aizawa “its a bit early but we’re having Midnight and All Might sit in today’s first half of class this week for a special presentation.”

“What kind of presentation sensei?” ask Midoriya “does it have to do with laws?”

Midnight and All Might walk in quietly and shuffled to the back of the room to take a seat as Aizawa spoke “No, not that type of presentation. It’s a peer presentation by somebody you know very little about.”

The class starts to murmur on who it could be, then I slide open the door. Everyone stops to look at me in my traditional wear, the room so silent that you can hear the click of my ankle boot heel on the tile as I walked.

“Buen dia a todos! Thats hello everyone one in Spanish!” I said putting my wicker hand basket on the front table.

“What simplistic beauty you exude Palma-san! OH! what should we call you since your the presenter?” said Aoyama.

“Hmmm, you can call me senorita Palma or Itati, both are honorifics in my culture.” 

“How is your full first name an honorific?” asked Kirishima

“My first name is from a dialect spoken by the natives in Mexico and part of South America, it means flower that grows in the water. We take great pride in our given names that we address each other by full first name basis to show respect to the name and the person.”

“Such beauty and loveliness within the name too!” said All Might “you really grew into your name.”

I blushed and diverted my gaze to my basket “oh please have mercy, it’s superstitious to make an un-courted woman flushed with such compliments! It’s said that if a man makes the single woman flustered with compliments, it will delay further the day they’ll meet their future spouse!”

Midnight teased All Might “Seems like pushed that day too far ey Yagi?”

“Anyways, any body in the mood for a sweet treat?!” I said opening my basket and using my quirk to pass out the conchas and explaining my stand and what I’m fundraising for.

“So soft and yummy! You made this?! Such a talented young lady! Your mother must be proud to have raised such a young woman! I will definitely buy from you!” are all the compliments I got for my conchas. As they were distracted, I loaded up my slide show presentation of home videos and pictures of my culture and family.

“Ok lets get started! As you know, I’m American born but my roots are from Mexico. Today I will be sharing a glimpse into my culture and family and why I am the way I am. Here’s my family, and here’s my family before coming to America. It was just my parents and that little girl right there, that’s my older sister! In my culture, you’ll often see families of 3 or more children. If you want to see it in terms of quirk types, double quirks is a very common thing. The 2 most common quirks are elemental and telekinesis, science believes it has to do with the environment in Mexico but I think it has to do with our lively hoods for survival. Here you see a bunch of men and women fishing, cooking and crafting goods with their quirks...these people are working. Just like how heroes here use their quirks to work, they do too but for more practical reasons. There’s not a huge hero culture in Mexico, we do however have a HUGE tourist culture so all of our energy and business is geared toward the tourists and visiting heroes that come and enjoy our weather and beaches. Here’s a picture of my family’s businesses, on my mom’s side, my grandpa owns a seafood shack and uses his water and low range telekinesis to fish. And one of her uncles owns a denim pants brand and designs them using his quirk that manipulates thread, kind of like Best Jeanist. On my dad’s side, grandpa was a farmer and an english teacher, he had the earth and plant growth quirk to manage a farm and his 8 children. Grandma was a nurse and used her super speed quirk to assist doctors and upkeep the household. My family now, consists of 3 children and my hard working parents. We have a very strong sense of family and dynamic to support each other. My dad would set up heavy things, older sister would help him, little brother would clean the unreachable areas and I would help my mother with the cooking and other housework. I learned how to cook for a large family with all that time I spend in the kitchen helping my mom. I can cook anything and make it delicious for a group of 15 or more with my experience. You might ask, well what about your fighting techniques? Heres a short home video of my siblings and I fighting over who’s turn it was to get on the roof to clean it... if you paid attention, my sister lands some heavy punches on me and my brother but they’re with form and I grabbed her at just the right time to suplex her right on top of my brother before they ganged up and threw me over the garage. They have the power quirks, so I have to get crafty with the fighting moves for the copy or, if my mom shows up to use the erasure, keep fighting without quirks to assure my dominance. In Mexico, these wrestle like moves are called Lucha Libre and it’s become more of a spectator sport than an actual fight technique nowadays. As you see in this picture, these luchadores are masked and in a hero-like uniform, this is all part of the performance/fight. It’s an amazing thing to watch! Heres a short clip of one of my favorite matches as a child...See that freaking finisher?! That’s called the flying golden eagle and I have yet to use it on somebody so who knows! Maybe in our next training session I’ll use it on one of yall. Even though I’m a middle child and in my culture, middle children don’t get married or finish school to take care of their aging parents until they die. I’m breaking that cycle by being here to fully finish school and go to higher education because I crave knowledge. To finish this presentation with something cool, heres a home video of me and my siblings cracking open coconuts with our quirks!”

Everyone claps at the end and I get a bunch of hands up “oh jeez uh I have time for 3 questions, lets go with Midnight.”

“Yes I have a question about Lucha Libre, who taught you how to do the techniques?”

“Oh I taught myself and I practice them on my siblings when we’d get into fights on a near daily basis. Over time I just made it my default to pick up on new moves every other day.” I get murmurs and I pick my next person “next uhhh, Mina”

“What was that meal you were cooking in the picture with your mom? Those were some big pots of food.”

“Oh that picture was when we were cooking christmas dinner! In the pot I was stirring was beans, next to it was fideos or tomato pasta, on the stove is ponche or cinnamon tea with seasonal fruit and the one next to my mom is birria de chivo or goat cooked in red chili paste.”

“YOU EAT GOAT?!” said the class in shock.

“Yes its good meat! always reminds me of christmas mmhm... ok uhhh last question, Todoroki.”

“I don’t fully believe you were the weak one in your family, what are your family’s quirks?”

“Great question! My mom has Full range Telekinesis and Erasure, my dad has metal manipulation, my sister has Rampage and Fire and my little brother has Elasticity and Flight. My mom is the most powerful that she can stop our fighting with just one look! My dad can make anything out of metal, he can do this thing were he takes a small piece of scrap metal, put it in his mouth and chew it around, spit it out and its a whole new thing like a screw or hook. My sister has two power quirks but they’re hard to control because of Rampage, if you didn’t know, thats in the emotionally triggered category and hers is triggered by anger. When you get her angry, she gains super strength and speed plus with her fire, boy you better pray you don’t get on her bad side. My little brother can stretch his body and fly with speed, excellent for air attacks. Though I can levitate, I can’t move at his speed so often if I’m not careful when in the air, he can air strike me down.”

“So what you’re saying is, you aren’t the strong one, you’re the smart one” said Todoroki making sense of it “I understand now.”

“Yup! and that concludes my day 1 presentation. Thank you so much for listening, tomorrow I’ll be doing folklore storytelling so get ready to be enchanted!”

I go to my next 2 presentations then lunch, I met up with Mimi and Jin to wind down a bit. We’re just happy that we’re not wearing pants and nobody is being racist. I go make the rest of my presentations until the end of the day. I drive back to the dorms to prepare and rest for my storytelling portion. I get praise for my commitment from the others and ask if I can make them some of that ponche when it gets colder out. I go to bed much happier than I was a week ago, my favorite parts of me were coming back.

Day 2: Folklore Storytelling

I dress up in a plain orange huipil and a white ankle length skirt with the same makeup look and ankle boots. The braids were simple with ribbon weaved into them and I brought a bunch of small hand instruments and puppets to do my storytelling. Mimi and Jin were doing food presentations and I got a bit booty tickled because theirs are so easy to talk about. I do my rounds and get really into my storytelling. When I get to the hero class, I get a bit more special with the experience.

“Hola clase 1-A! Como estan hoy?” I say in high energy.

“Hola senorita Palma!” said everyone in unison.

“Ok for this presentation, I’m going to need the desks to be pushed back quite a bit and everyone to sit on the floor please.” Everyone quickly does what I requested and gathered around as I finished setting up. “Really quick, Shoji, may I copy your quirk for this one?”

“umm yes sure” he said softly as I put my hand on his cheek. I spout 4 arms and 2 mouths for all the instruments I was going to use. In the other presentations I just used my levitation to do some of the instruments but I couldn’t play the wood flute and talk at the same time.

“Today, I will be sharing some of my favorite folklore from my culture the way a street performer would story tell. Heres the story of the Legend of the two Volcanos, a love story of Princess Iztaccihuatl and Valiant Warrior Popocatepetl.” I hear the soft gasps as I played the music and moved the puppets with my quirk and the shocked expressions when they saw that it was a sad story. “...and today you can see the two volcanos as they stand vigilant as an eternal testament of the love Popocatepetl had for his Princess.” I look at the class and see tears as some of them were moved by the story.

“That warrior is so manly to beg to the Gods to stay by his love” Kirishima spoke up, wiping his tears away.

“Oh my, well I’m glad you were moved by that story! Let me tell you a more light hearted one, how about the patron saint of Mexico Virgin Guadalupe and how Juan Diego’s faith brought hope to the people of Mexico.” As I told the story, I heard the awes and wows from the class as they see the journey Juan Diego went through to bring hope. “...and so on that very hill, you can visit the shrine with the people’s symbol of justice and hope with rose bushes planted everywhere. All thanks to one man’s faith, every year on the day of the apparition, we sing La Guadalupana to show our faith to celebrate our symbol and Juan Diego.” I start singing the shorten version of the song and the class started clapping in rhythm, really getting into it.

“Wow! what beautiful singing” said All Might “as one symbol of justice to another, that was a very touching story.”

“Thank you, thank you for your kind words and claps” I say as I check the time “hmm, it seems like I have time for one more story! What do you want to hear? A ghost story? Another love story? OH I KNOW! How about the tale of the Rabbit and the Jaguar?”

“Yes please! That one!” said the class in unison.

I start to tell the story and I take a quick peek at the audience during the chasing of the rabbit and everyone is intrigued by the puppets and story. It made me really happy that I wasn’t being ignored. “...and legend has it that you can still see the rabbit on the moon, laughing at how he tricked the Jaguar.”

“If I were the Jaguar, I’d eat the rabbit before it tricked me!” growled Bakugo “no way I’d let some cutesy animal get the last laugh.”

“Oh si? Then why do you fall for my tricks mighty Jaguar?” I said snidely as I put the puppets away “I’m the quick witted Rabbit, and you the gullible and cocky Jaguar”

The class went ballistic with that roast, Bakugo got mad that I made a factual point. I say my good byes and set off to do the rest of my presentations. After school, when I got to the dorms, I saved my voice and rested for the next day.

Day 3: Holidays

I woke up extra early to put on day of the dead skeleton makeup and a catrina outfit. I changed up the colors to greens, golds and yellow just to mix things up. I put on a crown of silk sunflowers, posies and lilies on my head to accent my braid loops. I was going to talk about day of the dead and milestone birthdays. Mimi and Jin were doing the same and they were just as decorated as me, you would’ve thought we were aristocrats of our country. As I walked class to class to give my presentations, I played the guitar and sang La Calaca. The sound of my singing echoed throughout the halls that some people peeked out of there classes to see who was singing but I guess I was singing well because nobody asked me to stop. As I made my way to the hero class, the others heard the music softly playing down the hall.

“What beautiful singing! thats definitely Seniorita Palma!” said Hagakure “I wish I understood Spanish to resonate to what she’s singing.”

“I’ve been picking up on some Spanish, I want to make some conversation with her today” said Iida so proudly.

“Are you gonna confess in Spanish?” asked Midoriya.

“nnn-No! I just want to practice is all!”

“Practice for what? to ask her father for her hand in marriage?” said Kaminari “are you going to claim your princess oh valiant warrior! Better say it quick before she turns to into-”

He was cut short as I walked in singing, everyone gasped at the change of colors and skull makeup.

“Seniorita Palma! you look like a spring goddess!” exclaimed Momo.

“Oh gracias! Your compliments on my looks make my heart flutter.” I put my guitar down and start setting up for my presentation. I start of day of the dead and set out the offerings while explaining the history and what everything means. “...for this alter, I’m paying respects to 3 very important people in my life, for my grandfather Joaquin, Frieda Kahlo and La Fiera.”

“Why those people?” asked Sato.

“Glad you asked! Joaquin is my grandpa on my dad’s side, he inspires me to be the very best at what I do and go beyond with education and hard work. Frieda Kahlo is a famous artist that became one to cope with her chronic pain and traumatic events, she inspires me to be expressive as an outlet for my emotions and that even the worst things can be expressed beautifully. La Fiera is a famous and decorated lucha libre westler, I admired his stage presence as a witty and zingy tough guy. I aspire to be as witty and crafty as he is and I pay homage to him every time I fight, I use his spin moves and flying finishers.”

I then moved on to the next few things like Quinceanra, Christmas, birthdays and religious rites of passages. “...and for being good ninos y ninas, I brought some Mexican candy for yall.” I use my quirk to pass out the candy and everyone was perplexed by it.

“Question, this is candy?!” said Iida standing up “this is covered in chili powder!”

“Mine is just chili and lime powder!” said Mineta.

“Thats the norm in mexican candy, spicy and sour covered sweet things. My favorite is the dried mango in chamoy, spicy plum sauce!”

“Its DELICIOUS!” cried out Bakugo with a sandia con chile lollipop “The spice is perfect! I’ve been missing out on this stuff!”

“I thought you might like it!” I said packing my stuff “that wraps up today’s presentation, tomorrow I’ll be performing at the open stage with my squadron and some other students! Sensei will let you know which time slot you guys will see our performance.” I said my good byes and picked up my guitar to sing to my next presentation. When lunch came, I got a text from Iida

[Hola Itati! Puedes comer conmigo hoy?]

I giggled at his attempt [Si puedo, adone?]

[estoy en la patio]

[ok a yi voy]

I walk over from the classroom I was at with my guitar playing Ay Mama Inez as I was walking to the patio. Little did I know, I was being watched from the second floor,

“You’ve been spying on her for a week already Shinso” said his friend Tetsutsu “you should go talk to her!”

“I’m trying to find the opportune time” Shinso said sighing “she seems like a girl of reason, I can’t just go up to her and say that I’ve been spying on her. She’ll get on defense and end me.”

“nah! she’s a nice girl” Tetsutsu said as he took a sip of his drink “when she trained with some of us, we swarmed her with fighting questions and answered all of them with ease and kindness that when we fought, I didn’t expect her to kick all of our asses so brutally!”

“Not surprised, she’s got the guts and beauty” he said as his eyes followed me to the patio to meet up with Iida “seems like I’m not the only one who wants her attention.”

Cut to Iida to the patio and hearing me approach. I do a quick spin as I ended the song. 

“Brava! Lovely singing Ita!” he said clapping.

“Gracias Tenya!” I said leaning my guitar against the tree we were under. “oye, estas aprendieno espainol?”

“uhhh translation? I don’t know that much spanish hehehe” he said nervously.

“You just answered what I asked hehehe, I asked if you were trying to learn spanish.”

“OH! yea I am, I wanted to try my conversational with you, if you’re alright with it.”

“sure! lets start” I said without missing a beat “Dime un secreto”

“Did you say tell me a secret?” he asked as I nodded “ummm.....ok! El jugo de naranja es my gasolina, por esto tomo mucho de eso.”

I bust out laughing “con razon! Ay Tenya es muy chistoso! Por esto es me cais bien.”

“how do I ‘fall good’ on you?”

“Oh its a spanish saying, to ‘cai bien’ means to get along or to be eased by. With us, I get along with you.”

Iida gets a bit blushed “Tu me cais bien tambien Itati, looks like I have alot to learn huh?”

“Why did you pick up on spanish anyways?” I said taking out my tupperware of fruit salad “You tryna get married?”

“WHAT?! No! wait- is that a thing?”

“Yea, if you learn the home language of someone you fancy” I said chewing on a piece of melon “it’s with the intention of asking their parents for their hand in marriage. Thats what the spaniards did to native mexicans post invasion society.”

“Well I don’t know about all that but I just wanted to learn because” he started as his gaze shifted onto me “because I thought it was interesting and I don’t hear you speak it really. I-i really like your accent when you speak in spanish, it’s sounds very warm and inviting.”

I nearly choke on my melon chunk and get flushed. We did more conversation but I had a feeling at the back of my mind that maybe he does like me. But he has a chance to ask me everyday but never takes the chance, I guess I’ll never know I say to myself as I walk to my next presentation. After school, I prepare and sleep early for all the things I had planned.

Day 4: Performance Arts

I get up early to get all my costume changes and instruments ready for my set. I get to school to do a quick sound check and set up. I do a marching band parade kick off, the members are some of my intelligence classmates of all levels and years & the rest were me using a clone quirk I copied from a 2nd year. And of course I was the drum major, big hat and mace fantasy along with custom uniforms for everyone since UA doesn’t have a marching band. I did my songs between acts with costume change.

“I can’t wait to see what senorita Palma has planned for their acts!” excitedly exclaimed Uraraka “I bet its something over the top!”

“I don’t know how she’s going to top herself after yesterday” said Tokoyami “but whatever it is, it’s going to be impressive.”

Everyone gets settled in the outdoor assembly area and Present Mic gets on stage.

“Everybody say HEY!” crowd is slient “oh boy- lets give a welcome to our opening act! Take it away UA MARCHING CADETS!”

In the distance you can hear a booming “BAND, TEN HUT! HoooOOORA!” followed by a 3 whistle blows. The marching arrangement of Can’t Hold Us starts and the crowd was looking around to see where was the music coming from.

“We don’t have a marching band” said Jiro confused “who and where is that music coming from?”

“LOOK! over there!” gasped Midoriya as the parade of 20 people came down from inside the school. Everyone was perplexed by the sound and the in sync all the marching was. The song changed to Funkytown and everyone was getting in the groove. I was doing fancy mace work to wow the crowd.

“I wonder if Palma-san in that group kero?” asked Asui “she mentioned she played the saxophone and knows how to play jazz and blues.”

“I want to know who’s the person in the front” said Kirishima wiggling to the beat “the way they’re twirling that staff is breathtakingly stylistic! I bet that’s their support item!”

As the parade made it up the stage and arranged themselves as the song ended, Mic walked up with the microphone “WOW! That projection! Give it up to our super cool drum major that made this marching display possible, the stage is yours!” he said as he held up the microphone.

“Thank you Mic sensei” I said as a took off my hat to reveal my face and curly hair “HELLO UA! For those that don’t know me, My name is Itati Palma, intelligence 1st year! I am American born with Mexican roots and while in America, I actually was part of a school marching band, I played saxophone and trained to be a drum major. Crazy how I went from a band kid to agent in training huh? I couldn’t do it without the talents of my band members here! Why don’t y’all take off your hats and show our audience?”  

They took off their hats to show that 5 of the members were me. “thats right folks your eyes don’t deceive you! I made 5 clones of myself to fill in the missing saxophone, cymbal, tuba, quad and clarinet players. Everyone else is from the intelligence program across all levels and years! Shout out to them! We have one more song and our first act will start, band are you ready?”

“CADETS!” they shouted as I conducted them to the tune Fly Me to the Moon. The song ended and we got backstage to get my next set ready. After Mimi’s polka dancing and Jin’s mini drama act was my latin jazz set. I played Vida es Un Carnival and Girl From Ipanema with my clones and 2 other members as the drummer and bassist as my ensemble. Next 2 were some folktale acts then it was my classic jazz set, same ensemble but in jazz club fantasy, we played Summer Wind and Moonlight Serenade. That was supposed to be it for my sets but one of the student acts got their costumed teared at a crucial place and couldn’t do their dance, I swooped in and said that I’ll do a solo bilingual song. Mic announced me in and I walk out in a back up dress, in case my latin costume ripped or stained.

“I dedicate this song to all the people that are in love and can’t find the right words to tell that special someone how you feel. Maybe this song will help.”

I start playing Tu Amor and all of 1-A looks at Iida, but he doesn’t notice them, the song made him feel like it was just him and Palma. At the end of the song their was an uproar of cheers and I was taken back at first but I smiled and bowed before turning it back over to Mic to end the assembly. I had to do that assembly one more time for the other half of the school then I had down time before school ended. As I was loading everything into my Jeep, Iida walked up to me.

“Ita! oh good thing I caught you before you left.”

“hehehe silly we live in the same dorm!”

“right hehe WELL I wanted to tell you that I was impressed by your performances! You never cease to amaze me with your talents.”

“thank you! I loved preforming for everyone, I feel so at home when I get up in front of everybody to entertain.”

“It shows! umm I wanted to ask you something” he said hesitantly “I was wondering if you’d like to see the fireworks with me at the festival, I wanted to tell you something important under them.”

“Oh that sounds nice but it would have to depend if I sell out before they start”

“Oh right your stand! I’ll tell everyone to buy from you so you can join me.”

“I’d love that! Thanks, but why can’t you tell me your important news before the fireworks?”

“Oh because um” he stammered “I wanted to make it memorable, it’s your first festival here. Since you can’t really look around the stands, I thought we’d enjoy the fireworks at least.”

“Thats very sweet of you, now I really hope I sell out before nightfall!”

We head to the dorms in my car and I rest up for the next day. Meanwhile the girls confront Iida.

“So so so so, did you ask her?” asked Mina as she bounced.

“Yes I asked her but she can’t unless she sells out at her stand” said Iida full of nerves still “I can’t believe I’m finally going to tell her...what if I mess it up? what if she doesn’t sell out and misses the fireworks? what if-”

“Chill out Iida-kun!” said Jiro “its hard to mess up, she’s a smart girl, she’ll understand and give you an answer. And if you’re so concerned about her missing the fireworks, just go to the stand and watch them from there.”

“Jiro-chan is right! Palma-san is going to spend time with you regardless, I’m rooting for you two.” cheerfully said Momo.

“Momo-chan, are Iida and Palma your OTP now kero?” asked Asui “I thought you wanted Mirio and Palma to happen?”

“Yea but given the current situation, Palma doesn’t have anyone on their tail nor is seeking” explained Momo as everyone uncomfortably listened “Tokoyami and Palma isn’t suitable, all the other boys are either already shipped or undesirable, that leaves Iida as her best option.”

Everyone goes to bed just to make Momo stop talking about her ships because it was starting to get cringy. Iida lays in bed acting out how he was going tell Palma how he feels.

Day 5: Culture Shock

Nothing special planned for this day, it was a talk show/interview situation on the school broadcast hosted by Mic sensei. Myself and the other international students of UA, all 10 of them across all grades and programs, talked about coming over to Japan and hero culture. I didn’t talk too much about it to avoid that traumatic event that lead me here. Everyone tuned in to hear and see us. I go about my normal school day to upkeep with the lessons I might of missed and got my baked goods and agua fresca ready to transport and sell for the next day.

Day 6: The Festival

I get up early to get ready so I can set up my stand before the grounds opened to the public. I get dressed in the back of my car with Mimi and Jin covering me as I changed into my blue campeche dress with white ribbons in my braid loops. I paired it with a simple make up look, mexican flag seprape and yellow rose hair pins to hold up my braid loops. I wore my huaraches because I know I’m going to be standing all day to sell this bread. Right away I get a bunch of customers and it was nice but after a while I didn’t get steady customers. I was selling agua fresca faster than conchas by midday because of the heat and the other stands were running out of bottled water. By 4pm, Iida came by my stand.

“Hola senorita, como se pasa aqui?”

“Hola Tenya, mas o menos aqui.”

“uh, translation, sorry hehehe”

“I said I was doing more or less here, like at this rate I’m not going to sell out in time to see the fireworks with you and it’s making me a little sad.”

“I see, well it so happens that I’m in the mood for something sweet!” he said taking out his wallet “give me 20 conchas and a large of the jamica.”

“Oh jeez ok, your total is 3,200 yen. Let me get you a bag for all that bread” I said using my quirk to serve his drink and putting the bread in the biggest paper bag I had “here you go, thank you for your donation to my cause! Come by later to see if I’m free.”

“Thank you Ita! I will!” he said walking away. I had no idea what he did with all that bread but business slightly picked up, I saw some familiar faces and had nice interactions with them. Then familiar face that I didn’t have a name to came up to my stand at sundown.

“Hi! Welcome to my stand” I said warmly as he raised his head to meet my face.

“Hmmm mexican sweet bread and drinks? Interesting” he said in an almost monotone voice but from the eye bags under his eyes, I could tell he was on day 2 of no sleep “say, aren’t you that intel student that took down the big three in that practice test?”

“Oh you tuned in for that broadcast? Yup thats me” I said trying not to brag or scream at him to hurry up and buy something.

“Cool, I’m Hitoshi Shinso, you train with my friends in 1-B” he said awkwardly like he didn’t know when to introduce himself or if he should’ve at all.

“Oh you’re Tetsutsu’s friend! He tells me about you” I said to bring this awkward conversation to an end so he can buy something and leave “did he tell you about my stand?”

“sort of, I just came by because I’ve been meaning to approach you since the broadcast but I’m a bit-” he said straining to keep his cool “just a bit of scaredy cat to come up to talk to you because of your uh talents.”

“Oh well uh thanks but I’m really nice, I don’t fight like that unless you provoke me” I said as I understood why he’s acting weird, he has a crush on me “well what can I get you?”

“hmm? oh um can I get 3 breads a medium of this cinnamon rice milk”

“Ok, your total is 600 yen” I said pouring his drink and getting the money he hands me, its a 1,000 yen bill “Out of 1,000- let me get your change of-”

“No need!” he said getting his bag small baggie of bread “keep it as donation for the cause. Also are you going to watch the fireworks? it’s going to start in an hour and a half.”

“Oh shit really?” I said looking at my phone for the time, it was almost 6pm and I was at my last 151 breads and few cups of drinks “If I sell out of product before then, I can but from the looks of it I might not be able”

He leaves and ping Mimi and Jin to help me boost sales a bit. Things did pick up a bit but when the announcement came on that the fireworks show was going to start in 5 minutes, I still had 20 conchas and 2 large cups of agua fresa left. Feeling defeated, I just stood at my stand to finish selling and maybe catch a glimpse of the show between sales. As they started, nobody came by and I thought man, I feel bad that it kinda stood up Tenya but he’s probably with the others having fun. Meanwhile, at the viewing area, Iida was pushing through the crowd looking for Palma.

“Iida-kun! it’s this way to the stands!” yelled Uraraka over the sound of the fireworks.

“Ita?! Ita?! where are you?” Iida yelled not hearing the people around him as he pushed around.

I sell my last bread and drink as the fireworks finished and I just started to clean up. I felt terrible and wallowed in my shitty-ness over this, even though deep down I know this ain’t shit to stress over and I’m just feeling the ruined fantasy. As I took down my signs, I heard somebody approach me.

“Hey”

“Oh hi Shinso” I said turning around to face him “how was the show? I couldn’t see them.”

“They were cool but I was going to say that you weren’t there” he said fixing his jacket sleeve “I would’ve enjoyed your company.”

I visibly blushed and let out a sad sigh “That makes me feel terrible, I wanted to join you and the others.”

“Well, the festival isn’t done yet” he tried to say to keep his cool “would you like to look around, with me?”

“I’m down, just let me finish here and I’ll be ready.”

After turning in my makings to the coordinator I joined Shinso for a nice time and it made me feel better. I didn’t see Iida nor got a text from them and I just thought he was having alot of fun with the others. At the end of the festival, Shinso walks me to my car and said our goodbyes. On the drive to the dorm I was like shit, now I have a crush on him! It can’t be so bad right? I get to my room and see everyone is pretty much either in the rooms asleep or not here yet. I took a well deserved bath in the dim lights and just tried to just relax but then the crackheads bust in for real bro hours in the dark, I listen in trying not to give myself away.

“Poor Iida, lost his chance” sighed Kirishima

“I don’t know how all this could’ve been avoided if he just sent her a text.” growled Bakugo

“but did you see that one chick confessing to him and he straight up was like ‘sorry, please move out of the way I am trying to find someone’ and moved them aside!” snickered Mineta 

“I saw Palma-san walking around the grounds with that general ed student Shinso” Kaminari said gassing up the situation “looks like theres new competitor in the race to win her heart.”

I sit there in the tub thinking, they keep saying he likes me but I’m not convinced completely. Well, Shinso is kinda hot and nice to me, I wouldn’t mind being his girlfriend if he asked. And Tenya, he’s clean cut and gentlemanly, he’s ideal but he’s not convincing me that he wants to be more than just friends. Whatever happens, happens! I’m not letting some boys ruin me and my education. They leave and I emerge from my bath to dry off and teleport to my room. I change and walk toward the kitchen because a bitch thirsty and kinda hungry, then I see Iida hunched over the counter.

“Um hey Tenya”

“hmmm? OH Ita” he said as he stood up straight “I didn’t know you came back before me.”

“yeah, I sold out right when the fireworks ended” I said as I walked to the fridge “sorry I kinda stood you up like that, I feel terrible.”

“No! don’t be! I know you couldn’t leave until then so its ok.”

“But what was the thing you wanted to tell me?” I asked as I poured myself water “I really want to know, it sounded important.”

“Oh um I wanted to ask if...umm” he started and got nervous “if you wanted to uhhh be my, my.... my english tutor!”

“English tutor? thats it?” I questioned almost disappointedly.

“Yes! my english tutor and in exchange I can tutor you in math” he said adding on to his lies “I thought maybe we could make a habit of studying together since you wanted to take school more seriously.”

“Oh ok sure, I’ll be your tutor” I said as I got some strawberries from the fridge “for a moment there you were going to say something else! like you liked me or something.”

I didn’t see his expression but it was silent screaming and frustration “hahaha noooo, we’re good friends and I wouldn’t bring up such a thing!”

I fully didn’t know what to say to all that as I was suspicious of everything and every one. We talked over a study schedule and said good night. I went to sleep not knowing the hell I just started and will endure for the next few years with this Iida and Shinso thing.

-End Chapter 12-

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#bnha #mha #self insert au #not canon #will update regularly #chapter 12 #ask me anything

[buried-in-lavender]

Task 001: part one

Personal

1)      Age?

“26.”

2)      Gender?

“Cis female.”

3)      Romantic/Sexual Orientation?

“My fiance is my romantic AND sexual orientation.”

4)      Height?

“Roughly 5′5″.”

5)      Race?

“Caucasian.”

6)     What do they look like? (i.e, hair color, eye color, etc).

“I have wavy blonde hair that takes hours to get done in the mornings; brown eyes; thick eyebrows that also take hours to get looking perfect. I take a lot of pride in my appearance.”

7)      Any disabilities?

“None.”

8)      Is there a meaning to their name?

“My biological mother’s name is Rose, and my fathers knew her well. So, naturally, they decided to name me after another type of flower.”

9)     What makes them, them?

“My passion and drive to get the things that I want.”

10)   What do they want to be when they grow up/what do they want to do with their lives?

“Well, I’m already grown-- but I’d love to become a galaxy-renown fashion designer. Also, I’d like to get married. Just waiting for my fiance to defrost from cryo.”

Family

11)  Do they have parents? What are they like and how do they act with their child(ren)?

“I have two loving fathers back on Earth. They adopted me the minute I was born, basically. I miss them a lot. Luca (dad number 1) used to spoil me rotten, growing up. Fred was more down-to-earth and made sure I always worked to earn things, but he was also a very loving, protective father.”

12)    Do they have siblings? How do they interact with them? If not, do they wish they had siblings?

“I don’t have any siblings, but my fiance has two older sisters who I love very much. They’re basically the sisters I never had.”

13)   Extended family? Do they see them often?

“My dad Luca has a massive family. He has four siblings; one sister and three brothers. I used to see my uncles often because I worked part-time in their restaurants (well, 2 of the establishments were restaurants. One was more of a cupcake store).”

14)   Do they like where they live? (Is it a safe place?)

“I lived in Queens, growing up. It was great. It was safe for me growing up there because my family ensured I was always protected. As for where I live now, I’m sure the Atlas-7 is safe enough.”

15)   Where do they live? Are they wealthy? Poor? Middle-Class?

“An upscale apartment in Queens. My family was wealthy, I have to admit.”

16)   Do they have a lot of expectations/pressure on them from family to do great?

“I always had a lot of positive encouragement to do the best that I could, and was always told I could be whatever I wanted to be.”

17)   Do they have pets?

“I don’t have any pets right now, personally, but growing up we had a Persian cat named Tinkerbell.”

18)   Who do they look up to the most/are the closest to in their family?

“I know ‘my dads’ is such a generic answer, but it’s true.” 

19)   Is there anything special about their family?

“‘Special’ is one word for it. Let’s just say Luca’s side of the family had a lot of power in New York.”

20)   Do they wish they lived in a different family/household?

“No, never.”

Friends

21)   Best Friend(s)?

“My best friend is a girl named Evangeline. She’s on the ship, but she’s still in cryo.”

22)   Who was their first friend?

“Also...Evangeline, actually. We went to the same schools for the longest time. The day we met we started getting along like a house on fire. We’re total friend soulmates.”

23)   What is their friend group like?

“My friend group in school was very supportive and closely knit. We’re all still friends to this day.”

24)   Do they have a love/hate relationship with any of them?

“Funnily enough, my fiance and I used to have a love/hate relationship before we both realized it was more love than anything else.”

25)   Do they consider any of their friends to be like siblings?

“Again, Evangeline is basically a sister to me.”

26)   Have they ever hurt a friend or lost one?

“Unintentionally, yes. I’ve caused some hurt. We’ve all kissed and made up since then, though.”

27)   Do they have a crush on any of their friends?

“I’d say so! I’m engaged to one of them.”

28)   Do they share classes with good friends?

“I did share some high school classes with them, yes.”

29)   Whom do they go to the most when they need a shoulder to cry on?

“My fiance.”

30)   What would this person do without their friends in their lives?

“I could probably eventually go on because I like to think of myself as independent. I’d miss them all terribly, but I’d live on in their honour.”

School

31)   What grade are they in? If they aren’t in school, how come?

“I graduated college about 3 years ago. I studied fashion design.”

32)   Do/Did they like their teachers? Was there a good one? Bad one?

“You know, my education is kind of a blur. I can’t really remember any of my teachers.”

33)   Do/Did they listen to their teachers or are/where they goofing off a lot?

“I never ‘goofed off’, really, but I wasn’t ever afraid to talk back to a teacher.”

34)   Are/Were they a good student grade wise?

“I’d say I was.”

35)   Do/Did they need extra help?

“In high school, I only needed extra help with anything mathematical.”

36)   What is/was their school like?

“My high school was one of those preppy Catholic schools. We had uniforms and everything.”

37)   Do/Did they have bullies in school?

“I’m friends with this guy, Benji- he kind of used to be the bully of the school. He’s since cleaned up his act, though.”

38)   Have they ever gotten into a fight at school?

“Maybe.”

39)   Have they ever done something stupid/embarrassing at school?

“In high school, I used to let boys pretend they were dating me (they’d take Instagram photos with me, etc) if they paid me enough. In hindsight, that was pretty stupid- but, hey, I was earning some of my own money.”

40)   How far do they plan to go with school? If they dropped out, do they want to go back?

“Again, I’ve finished college. And I probably don’t plan on getting a PhD or anything of the sort.”

Other

41)   Are they dating anyone? Do they want to date? Are they married? Divorced?

“I’m engaged, and really excited to get married!”

42)   What is their favorite hobby? Do they keep it a secret?

“Creating clothes is actually my favourite hobby. I’m lucky enough that it’s also my career.”

43)   If they could have one thing in life, what would it be?

“To be famous enough that practically everyone wears clothing made by Lavender Graves.”

44)   Do they work? If so, what is it? If not, are they looking for one or even want one?

“I’m the tailor aboard Atlas-7.”

45)   Do they use social media?

“Back on earth, I was an avid user of Instagram. Because of my online clothing business, I’d also amassed quite the following.”

46)   Have they ever been in the hospital?

“Yes. When I was born, I was premature and was basically in the hospital for months because of my fragile condition. And a couple of years back I was in a car crash, so I was in the hospital for that. But that wasn’t too bad.”

47)   Do they believe in the supernatural, that there is more than the eye can see?

“Not really. I mean, I’d like to maybe believe- but (as my fiance would say) there’s just not enough evidence, and it’s not logical.”

48)   What do they do when they get angry, stressed, or upset?

“Rearrange furniture. Like, completely redecorate an entire room so that it’s unrecognizable. If it’s not that, it’s angry sewing. I’ll go into a blind rage and wake up surrounded by, like, 10 different catsuits.”

49)   Would they consider themselves as a good person, bad person, or morally grey?

“Morally grey seems like the safest answer, here.”

50)   Does this OC have any part of you in them? (I.e, personality traits, similar background, etc)

OOC: Lavender embodies the kind of woman I’d want to step on me, basically.

#task001 #the devils in the details #about #((i wrote the answers as Lavender because I felt it was best)) #part one #long post

[scipunk63]

The Devils Went Down to California

(Its still @forduary, but this prompt focuses on remembering Ford.)

Summary: Stan attends a family reunion, just 12 years shy of having his twin back.

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Gravity Falls to California wasn't a horrible drive, especially when you have a lot to think about while driving. The landscapes are beautiful and quiet, and you know when you're at your destination when you first hear the sounds of city life stirring to welcome you. Waves that were too rough for the Stan-O-War would crash on soft sanded beaches, and the morning sun just barely hits your windshield hard enough to blind you-

Stan hated all of it.

"Dang it, Sherm- Why did everyone have to move HERE? It's not like they were banned from Jersey-" Stan grumbled, pushing his rode map down and furiously search street signs for SOMETHING that sounded about right.

Part of him felt pretty stupid for not accepting Shermie's offer. The one that involved a paid, round trip bus ticket and a 20 minute ride from the station and back after the trip was over. It would have been less of a hassle for both parties that way- but it wasn't something Stanford Pines would have done. Stanford Pines wouldn't trust a public transit, and would insist on driving the whole way.

He did the same thing when he moved to the Falls, after all. Stanley knew that much was true. Banned from the family or no, he still kept tabs on them, no matter where in the world they went in their lives.

"Okay- 1243 Oak Lawn..." Stan said, "This must be the place."

Pulling up along the curb, he stopped to take in the house before him. It was a nice, strong structure with a faded, sky blue, wood finish. On the front porch, he could see his brother settled in a porch swing. Sherm's face hadn't aged well, but he had a certain happiness about him and that was all Stanley could wish for. His brother must've been sleeping, because the hord of children and teenagers and family that rushed out of the house suddenly didn't seem to bother him much.

"Heh... Sherm always could sleep through anything." Stan mused, getting out of his car and gathering up the bags of presents he had brought with.

While he knew he had nieces and nephews, he didn't know how many of each or what age. So he figured that T-shirts and assorted baseball caps would suit everyone. A little something from the Falls that didn't break his bank or require him to actually speak to his family.

"Alright-" He was cut off by a round of crushing hugs and a flurry of "Uncle Stans!". Had it not been almost overwhelming, he would have thought it was nice.

"Give him some air!" He heard Shirley cry. "Someone go wake Sherman and get the babies- Wheres Ma?"

"Heh, it's fine, sis." Stan said, fighting his way through the crowd. "I'll see everyone eventually."

Eventually, he did manage his way to the stairs, handing a few gifts off to- Well, he would figure out which half of the family was Sherman and his wife's and which half was Shirley and her husband's later. They were all Pines, he knew that much was for certain. And he knew the weird looking old man was his brother.

He took a seat beside him and nudged him. Sherman jerked awake and fumbled to fix his glasses.

"Hey, Sherm." Stan said, "How's it going?"

"... I wasn't sleeping." Sherman gasped, his voice far away. A smile suddenly tugged at the corners of his face. "Don't tell Shirl. She's worse than my wife."

"I won't." Stan laughed, looking out at the mass of family now in their Falls gear. "How's the family? It just gets bigger every year... Can't keep up anymore."

"Good... Miles and Patty's twins are- I think one now..." Sherman muttered, searching the crowd breifly. "Mason and Mabel."

"They're one." Stan confirmed. "I can't believe it- Seems like they were born just yesturday."

"- And my daughter went back to the hospital the other day for her kidneys- And Miles just started at a tech company." Sherman said, ignoring Stan for a moment. "Shirley's brood are all in college now... The three of them."

"Sherm, I don't need everyone's story." Stan cut in. "I'll catch up with everyone later."

"You say that, then no one hears from you, Stanley!" The con-man felt his blood run cold.

"N-no, Sherm, I'm Stan-FORD."

"And I'm the Queen of England." Sherman scoffed. "My mind may be going, but I'm a Pines. You can't con a con. I've known since you came to my grandchildren's birth missing two fingers!"

"... You're taking it pretty well then." Stan sighed. "Does anyone else know?"

"Stan, I don't care... I've got my family and my kids around me... Not going to question a good thing." Sherman shrugged. "And our girls know, but that's about it."

Stanley frowned, looking back into the crowd of family. All were so happy to see him but, they were all so blissfully unaware of the secret that laid within their own brood. Though, if they did know, they were pretty good at hiding it from him. They probably got that ability from one of two people missing from the party.

"... Did dad know?" Stan asked.

"... He never would've let you into the hospital if he did." Sherman sighed. "Really wish you two made up before it was too late."

"Yeah, but dad wasn't the forgiving type."

"I wasn't talking about dad- Dad got over what happened years ago, he just wouldn't admit it." He frowned.

"... Sherm- If you knew all this then why did you wait until now to tell me?" Stan asked.

"Last chance to do it." Sherman said, slowly rising from his chair. "I'm gonna get a beer. Want one?"

A silence hung between the pair as Stan took in his brother's words. He almost had to admire him for taking things as was, and now he understood how he managed it. Sherm had the chance to be happy, so he was taking it. Maybe he was taking it for the last time. Just surrounded by his family, no secrets between them and apologies out of the way. Maybe it was something Stan could try out?

"I got it- Gives me a chance to see the twins." Stan said, rising up quickly.

"In the livingroom with Ma." Sherm called over his shoulder. "Go on then."

Stan smiled and made his way into the house and made a b-line for the livingroom to see his favorite people. He instantly saw his Ma, who aged much better than his brother, with two little tots on her lap. They were both playing tug of war with her beaded necklace, and she didn't seem to mind at all.

"And your father wa-" She stopped mid story to look up at her son. "Stanford! Hello, dear. Come sit."

From years of taking orders from her, Stan automatically hurried to do as she asked. He took a seat beside her, and took Mabel from her to lighten her load. Mabel giggled happily and hugged him in greeting.

"I think we might've found her favorite." Ma said. "You should've heard her asking for you earlier."

"Ma, she's 1. She can't ask for anything." Stan laughed.

"Just hush and enjoy them. They're going to need someone to spoil them when they're older." Ma pouted.

"Ma, what makes you think it'll be me?" He frowned. "I-"

He stopped, and noticed his mother's face drop. Her true age showed in the wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. Ones that only grew the more she cried and frowned with them. Every phone call he had ignored from her, and every family event he purposefully missed out on... Heck, he wasn't even going to come to this gathering if it didn't first hear that Sherman was sick again! His comment probably made it sound like he, his mother's soon to be last living son, planned on dropping out of the loop again.

"I... I don't know what kids like." He lied quickly. "Shirley knows that kind of stuff. She'll be the one who spoils them... I'll just- Rebuild that boat of mine and take them fishing."

The look of relief that washed over her face almost moved Stan to tears.

"Thank you, Stanford..." She said softly, wrapping her arms around the three of them.

"Ma- Its Sta-"

Her grip tightened on him.

"I know, sweetheart..."

Stan sighed, wrapping his bigger arms around her thin frame. Holding the three of them just like his mom used to hold him and his siblings. At the time, she felt like the safest place to him- and now he guessed it was his turn to take up the mantel. He already took up the role of Stanford- he'd have to take up Sherman's when the time came. So what was one more role in a sea of them? At least these ones meant something to someone.

"I'm so sorry, Stan- for everything you've been through." Ma began, her voice hushed. "With your father and your brothers and me-"

"Ma... I'm not going to think about it anymore." Stan sighed. "I've got my family around me now. I'm not going to question a good thing. Or something along those lines."

She nodded her head, and then rested it against Stan's arm. Not that it felt like much to him. He had greater weights on him before, but that was something he didn't need to think about. All those years aside, he finally had his family and a life that was worth continuing on. Not just for himself, but for the brother he would hopefully get back one day. Hopefully soon enough that he'd get to see Sherman, and the family, and sail those stupid waves they'd pass by as they made their way to the next reunion. Hopefully.

Hopefully he'd get to shed a mantel and just be Stanley again.

"Stan!" Mabel whined, patting his face. "STAN!"

Breaking from his thoughts, he looked at his precious girl and smiled. He wasn't going to think about things now. He had time still. Time to before he had to change quickly.

#gravity falls #stanford pines #stanley pines #shermy pines #shirley pines #ma pines

[sp4c3-0ddity]

(24) Wishes / (4) Pets / (11) Brothers and Sisters / (18) Hopeless Romantic

For the @pidgancemonth2017 prompts listed above!! I know four is a lot for one, but they do all tie in and/or are important in some way.

Word count:  ~4300

Also I tried something a little different this time, inspired in particular by the prompt ‘Wishes’. So please, tell me what you think, and I hope you enjoy it!! <3

Warning for referenced animal death

On his brother’s tenth birthday, Lance made a wish and blew out the candles on the cake.

The cake was chocolate with strawberry-flavored (not strawberry, but strawberry-flavored his sister liked to insist) pink frosting, his brother’s name and birthday wishes written in mustard-yellow icing. Narrow candles of various colors poked out of it, flames waiting to be extinguished.

“Make a wish!” their auntie said, smiling from behind the camera in her hands.

Lance did, pinching his eyes shut and making several fervent wishes – one for each candle. Then, without opening his eyes, he swallowed a big gulp of air – as much as his small lungs could handle without bursting – and leaned forward, exhaling in a great huff.

Seven of the ten candles sputtered out, threads of gray smoke spiraling off the wicks. Lance grinned, still holding his wishes close to his heart, at least until his brother spun around on him.

And Lance knew he was in for it.

(#1) “I wish for Javier not to be mad about this”

Lance’s first wish did not come true; in fact, his brother made his life a living hell – or, that was what he promised anyway – for the entirety of the next month.

After that, well, it was all uphill from there.

(#2) “I wish for my own brand-new Game Boy”

Lance got the Game Boy and a few cartridges to play for his own birthday. He started to think he’d wasted his wishes, one on something that didn’t come true, and one on something he thought might’ve happened regardless.

Oh, well. A new birthday meant candles on the cake, and more wishes.

Except this time, Javier retaliated and blew them out before Lance got the chance.

(#3) “I wish for a dog”

Cecilia named the dog – a border collie and German shepherd mixed – Cerberus, which sounded clumsy off Lance’s too-young tongue. But she told him he could just call him Spot, and the dog would be smart enough to recognize that was as much his name as Cerberus.

Lance adored Spot, who was large enough to take rough treatment from him when he wasn’t careful. He was always quick to apologize when he stepped on his tail or paw, but Spot was quick to forgive him with a bump of his head against Lance’s hip.

“Spot!” Lance called from the back door, staring into the thicket of trees behind his family’s house. “Spot!” He wandered away, the screen door slamming shut behind him, and stepped into the trees at the very edge of the backyard. He stared in among branches thick with summer growth, trying to peer through the early evening shadows.

No one in his family saw Spot since the night of Independence Day, when fireworks rained from the sky.

Lance rattled the bag of treats in his hand, one, two, three, four times before he gave up, returning back to the house. He wiped furious tears from his eyes as he opened the door and stepped in, sniffing loudly.

When he spotted Cecilia, who loved Spot as much as he did and was always the one to take him on walks, he couldn’t help the surge of hope within him…until he caught sight of the tear tracks on her face and the redness in her eyes.

“You didn’t find him?” Cecilia asked, her voice croaking.

Lance shook his head and dug his fingernails into the palms of his hands.

“I’m calling the shelter,” she said, disappearing into the kitchen for the home phone.

He could hear her making the call after finding the number in the phone book, but within moments the click of plastic as she closed the line sounded.

Lance stored the treats back in their cabinet and sat on the sofa. He reached for his Game Boy and, without looking to see what game he had inserted into it, turned it on. Cecilia sat with him, holding a magazine between her hands, though he noticed she never turned the page in all the time they waited for Javier to come home, with or without Spot.

After Lance lost the same level for the sixth time in a row, he turned off the Game Boy and leaned against Cecilia. She loosely wrapped an arm around him, pressing her cheek to his hair.

“We’ll find him,” she promised, though her voice trembled on the words. “Javier will bring him home.”

Javier came home without the dog, face dour, and a few days later the shelter called to tell them Cerberus’ remains were found just outside of town, where he was hit by a car.

Cecilia didn’t speak to Javier – who she blamed for letting him out right before the fireworks – for a month.

Lance hoped his parents would agree to another dog eventually; not to replace Cerberus, of course, and even Cecilia favored the idea. Instead, his father bought a few chicks to raise for eggs. And Lance liked them well enough, but it wasn’t the same.

(Later, when Pidge introduces Lance to Bae-Bae – when tears swim in her eyes because she never thought the aged pooch would be alive to see her again – he’ll wish for Spot again.)

(#4) “I wish for a younger brother or sister so that I’m not the baby anymore”

When Lance was four he told his parents he wanted a younger brother or sister. They smiled at him – his father ruffled his hair – and informed him they were quite done with having children, that four was more than enough, and that Lance would have to live with being the youngest.

“You get spoiled,” his mother promised – or perhaps warned – him with a twinkle in her eye. “I was sometimes jealous of my baby sister.”

So Lance never got his younger brother or sister, but when he was six his eldest sister’s first child was born.

Rosario named him Ares, because she had a fascination with the stars and her husband didn’t like the name ‘Mars’. She let Lance hold the baby on the second day of his life, when he went with his father to visit them in the hospital. His father made sure he sat comfortably in a chair before gently taking the baby from Rosario and settling him into Lance’s arms.

“Hold his head like that,” said his father, putting Lance’s hand behind Ares’ head. “Let him lie here.” He smiled when Lance eyed the baby suspiciously.

For some reason, it never occurred to him that his siblings could have babies of their own until Rosario told them she was pregnant.

“How do you like being an uncle, Lance?” she asked him after a ravenous Ares returned to her.

Lance shrugged. “I’m not old like our uncles,” he pointed out.

She smiled. “Maybe he’ll be like your little brother instead,” she said. She stroked the baby’s nose and cheek and added, “Maybe he’ll look at you like an older brother, like Cecilia looked at me and you look at Javier.”

“Maybe,” Lance said doubtfully.

“Maybe,” he told Ares, who sat next to him with a book about the solar system open in his lap. “Maybe I’ll go to Mars.”

“Or Venus?”

Lance laughed. “Or Venus. Or…Jupiter, or any of the others.”

“Saturn?” Ares asked. He turned a few pages until he reached the one about Saturn. “You can see the rings up close if you go to Saturn.” He glanced up at Lance. “If you do go, can you bring back pictures?”

“Sure,” Lance said, smiling as he ruffled his nephew’s hair. “I can bring back pictures.”

(And he will; he just has to figure out a way to explain all the…women in them before he shows them to him.)

(#5) “I wish to go to Pluto”

With his grades and flight simulation scores, Lance would be lucky to get to the moon, let alone the outer reaches of the solar system, and between Hunk’s weak stomach and Pidge’s distance, it looked less and less likely even when Lance was promoted from cargo to fighter class.

“Look, if we want to get as far as Pluto”—Pidge jerked his head up and away from his computer at that—“then we have to learn to work as a team.” He narrowed his eyes at Pidge, who stared over the monitor and directly at him. “What?” He touched the side of his nose. “Is there something on my face?”

The corner of Pidge’s mouth ticked up in the slightest hint of a smile, but he said, “Nothing that doesn’t belong there anyway.” His attention returned to his screen.

Lance glanced at Hunk, who sat beside him picking suspiciously at the food in his tray. “Listen, Pidge,” Lance tried again, “when I say we should work as a team, that means bonding outside of the simulator.”

“I already know what your favorite food is, Lance,” he said, eyes flicking up to his face.

Lance rolled his eyes. “I mean, besides the obvious—”

“I know how many siblings you have,” he continued as if Lance hadn’t said anything, “what you got in chemistry, and what kind of girls you’re attracted to.” He pushed his glasses up his nose as he rolled his eyes at Lance. “Am I missing anything?”

Lance crossed his arms. So Pidge was more observant and receptive to information than he thought, but that didn’t change the fact that he knew next to nothing about him. “Oh, and what about you, Mr. Secretive Communications Guy?”

“What about me?” Pidge said, tone cautious.

“We know hardly anything about you, and none of the stuff you mentioned knowing about me.” He rested his elbow on the table, leaning across it towards Pidge so he could peer at his face from around the computer screen. “Got any brothers or sisters? What did you get in chemistry? Oh, wait, you probably aced it like everything else you do alone.”

“Lance,” Hunk cautioned.

“And what is your type, Pidge?” Lance continued, ignoring Hunk. “Tall? Busty? Long hair?”

“Pretty sure that’s your type,” Pidge muttered, low enough that Lance could pretend not to hear him.

Which he did. “Or perhaps…male?”

“Really, Lance?” Hunk said, sounding supremely unimpressed.

Pidge only glared at him before shutting his computer – carefully, so carefully, despite his obvious anger – and sliding it into his backpack. Then he climbed over the bench and left them, his lunch tray virtually untouched.

“Guess I’ll…take care of that,” Lance said, nodding towards it. Shame crept over him, and he realized that maybe he shouldn’t have pressed Pidge that far.

So much for acting like teammates.

“That wasn’t cool, Lance,” Hunk chided him.

“I know,” Lance agreed easily enough.

“You should apologize.”

Lance rolled his eyes and said, “Yeah, I’ll go by his room tonight with a nice apology hot chocolate.”

Lance kept his promise to Hunk and arrived at Pidge’s door a few minutes ahead of curfew. He knocked and waited…

And waited…

And waited…

Lance knocked again, with more force, but when the door still didn’t open, and no voice from inside called to him, he pressed his ear to it, listening for a sound.

The hall lights shut off right at curfew, blue emergency lights flickering to life, and there was still no sign of Pidge. Lance sighed heavily and returned to his and Hunk’s room, a mug of cooling hot chocolate in one hand.

From the awe in Pidge’s voice as the Blue Lion fled the Galra ship past Kerberos – a moon of Pluto’s – Lance knew he’d wished the same thing too.

If only they could’ve found that common ground sooner.

(#6) “I wish to rescue a princess”

Lance lurched forward on reflex, catching the woman as she fell. When she blinked up at him in confusion, sleep trickling away, he had the perfect line ready.

One minute later, she held his arm twisted behind his back, and Lance realized this was not the rescue he was looking for.

Lance became acquainted with a new sort of fear every time he saw Allura in any danger. First he thought she died, when the witch’s quintessence attack drained Voltron and the Castle of its energy, and then there was Naxzela, and Lance understood what it meant to fear for another more than you feared for yourself.

He was the first one at her side when she fell, and the first to reassure her that she could rescue them.

(He doubts it will be the last.)

(#7) “I wish to be a hero”

Almost everywhere Voltron visited, the people there heralded the Paladins as heroes, and if not greeting or thanking them with a parade, they at least showered attention on them

Lance, despite Keith’s incredulity and Pidge’s skepticism, basked in the glow, more than pleased to have his praises – shared with his teammates, of course – sung.

“Why so glum, Pidge?” he asked. He found her standing on the roof of a temple long gone to ruin – though the structure was as firm as ever, the foundation barely crumbled – alone and staring out at the night sky.

This planet had rings, much like Saturn’s, flat-looking slices of stone and ice decorating the sky. Two full moons, one with a distinct blue glow, peered down from just beyond the rings, bright enough that it would be a poor night for stargazing, though stunning nonetheless.

It was a romantic sight, the sort that Lance would love to see with…well, he wasn’t too sure about that lately.

He shook that thought from his mind as he positioned himself beside Pidge, his hands next to hers on the stone railing ringing the roof, which she grasped tightly while her shoulders were stiff with tension. But she seemed to relax when her eyes fell on him, her fingers unfurling so that only her palms rested on stone, her spine less rigid. She smiled, and for a moment Lance’s breath caught.

He remembered their first meeting, and how much things changed since then, whether in their lives or merely…between them.

“I’m fine,” she said, and he believed her.

But that didn’t stop him from retorting, “Then why were you frowning”—he mimed an exaggerated frown—“when I got up here?” He gestured to the beautiful view. “Is it because you can’t see as many stars when there are two full moons?”

Pidge chuckled, gaze pulled back to the rings and the moons. “No, I was just…thinking of my dad, I guess.” She shrugged, staring at her hands, still so close to his, close enough he could brush the side of his hand against the side of hers and it would seem like an accident.

(A peculiar thought.)

“That’s it?” Lance said, raising a skeptical eyebrow at her.

Her eyes darted to his face before shifting away again. “They think we’re heroes,” she said.

“We are,” Lance told her, confusion in his voice.

Pidge turned so that her back was pressed to the railing. “Are we?” she said. “Are we heroes if we’re not even done yet? And what happens with Voltron after the Empire falls anyway? To be a peace ‘enforcer’?” She stuck air quotes around that last word, lips twisted bitterly. “Wouldn’t it undermine all of Allura’s efforts of peace if Voltron stayed…intact?”

Lance raised an eyebrow at her. “What’re you saying?”

Pidge met his eyes. “I don’t know,” she said, shrugging. “I’m just overthinking things, like usual.”

Lance touched her elbow. “You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t,” he reassured her, smiling.

To his relief, she returned his smile. “Thanks, Lance,” she said. “I know I don’t show I…appreciate you – any of you – enough, so I’m…grateful to hear that.”

“Anytime, Pidge,” he said.

They held each other’s gazes for a few seconds, long enough that Lance started to get uncomfortable, though he was reluctant to look away first, too busy admiring the way her eyes reflected the light of the moons, and how—

Pidge grasped his chin in firm fingers, tilting his head down, as she leaned up and kissed him.

Lance inhaled sharply, shocked for only the short moment when time seemed to freeze, when the rings circling this planet didn’t crumble and clump, and the moons didn’t change phases, and the temple didn’t fall to ruin.

Time resumed – or perhaps renewed – when Lance finally returned the soft pressure of Pidge’s lips, his hands cupping her soft cheeks as he leaned his head down. Something in his head and in his heart clicked into place at Pidge’s touch against the back of his neck, and at the feeling of her warm breath spreading across his face.

When they parted to breathe, Lance rested his forehead against Pidge’s, her wide smile so obvious this close to her face. She reached up, tracing a fingertip along his hairline, and he asked, “What’re you doing?”

“Not overthinking so much,” Pidge said as she leaned up to kiss him again.

The next time Lance emerged from a healing pod after an injury in the side, Pidge stood ready to catch him. “You’re my hero, Pidge,” he teased, still half-delirious from sleep and whatever was in the air he breathed during his medically induced coma.

Pidge rolled her eyes and helped him find his feet.

(#8) “I wish to have the nicest ride”

“Just admit it, Pidge.”

“No.”

“Come ooooon. Search yourself; you know it to be true!”

“Uh, no, I actually don’t.”

“Pidge!”

Pidge rolled her eyes at his needling, though she didn’t look towards him, too intent on the enemy ahead of them. Her face on his screen concentrated on the battle, though she didn’t make much effort to ignore him.

“If you don’t admit it,” Lance said with a smirk, “you’ll be on your own.”

“Lance!” Shiro’s voice yelled in his ear, the start of an imminent scolding.

Lance hissed a curse under his breath; he’d thought he and Pidge were using a private frequency. “I’m coming in, Pidge,” he said, steering the Blue Lion after Green.

“Good to have you and your superior Lion, Lance,” Pidge quipped as he lunged past her at the Galra battle cruiser bearing down on them.

“So you admit it?” Lance asked. He shot laser fire at the flyers swarming Blue’s flanks, not missing a single one.

“In your dreams,” Pidge retorted. Green’s laser fired at a flyer at Blue’s back, one he hadn’t detected.

“Thanks, Pidge,” he said, wiping sweat from his face.

“Anytime, Lance.”

“Hey, Princess, tell Pidge the Blue Lion is the best Lion,” Lance kickstarted the conversation during dinner. Under the table, Pidge nudged his foot with more force than she usually did, and he flashed her a smirk.

Allura, distracted by a report on her tablet, only said, “Pidge, the Blue Lion is the best Lion.”

“See?” Lance said smugly.

“Allura is obviously biased, Lance,” Pidge pointed out. “She flies Blue too!”

“So I guess that means Blue has two votes, and Green has…how many?” When Pidge only furiously tapped her fingers on the table, Lance said, “Can you count to one, Pidge?”

“You’re both wrong,” Hunk interjected.

“Let me guess,” Lance said, turning to look at his oldest friend. “You think the Yellow Lion is the best?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I love Yellow and he’s my favorite, but…” Hunk pointed his spork towards Shiro. “I’m pretty sure the Black Lion beats the rest by miles.”

Lance’s jaw dropped, but Pidge seemed to consider this, for she nodded and said, “You know what? I’m with Hunk. So that’s two votes for Black, and two for Blue. Any tie breakers?” She glanced towards Shiro. “Shiro?”

“I vote for Black,” Shiro said.

“Keith will vouch for Blue,” Lance said with growing desperation.

“Keith will vote for Red,” Hunk muttered, smiling apologetically when Lance shot him an indignant look.

“Betrayal!” Lance said.

Pidge then looked at him, a sly smirk on her lips as she kicked his foot, her toes sliding along the inside of his leg and making him twitch. He shot her a look, but she only shrugged and finally glanced away.

Her smirk didn’t falter, and Lance figured he was in for a surprise later.

In that case, he decided he could live with defeat after all.

(And Blue would always be the best Lion in his heart.)

(#9) “I wish to marry a princess”

Lance met more princesses than he could count on both hands in space, and, to his surprise, he had no desire to marry any of them.

(Except maybe Allura, once, but he could now dismiss that as a sort of teenage delusion.)

So he felt no disappointment, no lingering regret, when Allura and Shiro announced their engagement. He only told them he was happy for them, that surely they would make beautiful babies together (Shiro’s face flushed a very impressive shade of pink at that), and that he hoped they would still make time for their friends and teammates.

And at this point, the only person Lance could imagine marrying was Pidge.

As soon as that thought entered his mind, it could not be dismissed. It sat there, constantly waiting for him to address it, while on missions and during relaxed evenings, while in meetings and during training, while with his teammates and during time spent alone with Pidge.

They were young, he then thought, so what was the hurry, especially now that the Galra Empire was all but vanquished?

The question still slipped out one evening as they settled into bed. Lance laid back against his pillow, hands underneath his head, while Pidge sat up with her computer in her lap, working on something for her brother and the rebels.

“Hey, Pidge?” he asked.

“Hmm?” she said without glancing towards him.

Lance shifted, trying to get more comfortable. “Do you ever think about going back to Earth?” he wondered.

Pidge’s hands froze over the computer keyboard, and after a second’s consideration she snapped it shut and set it in the alcove in the wall beside the bed. Then she turned so she could look at Lance and said, “Yeah. Don’t you?”

“Yeah.” He sighed, then tugged at the back of her shirt. She rolled her eyes but agreed to his implicit request, lying down next to him until he could wrap an arm around her and pull her against him.

Pidge sighed, but from her it sounded like contentment, as she looped her arms around him. She rested her head on his shoulder and asked, “So what’s on your mind, Lance?”

“Do you want to get married?”

Pidge stiffened, and Lance braced himself for disappointment, but then she said, “Yes.”

“Uh…to me?”

She sat up and glared down at him. “Who else?”

Heat rushed to his cheeks, and his jaw flapped uselessly until he recovered enough to say, “I’m just…making sure. It’s not too soon, is it?”

Pidge smiled and laid back down next to him, her arms snaking around his back and her legs tangling with his. “Let’s go back to Earth first,” she said. “Maybe see our families too, and then…then we’ll talk.”

Lance fell asleep smiling.

(“I do,” she’ll say, and she won’t wait for the priest’s permission to kiss him.)

(#10) “I wish to come back home after a grand adventure”

Lance knows it’s a Sunday when he knocks on the door to his family home because of all the cars on the street and the number and volume of voices trailing out from the open window. He can hear laughter and excitement, and the sound of a soccer match on TV while someone jeers in anger at something on the screen.

His heart pounds, and sweat drips uncomfortably down his brow – the humidity seems worse than he remembers it – and he’s grateful for Pidge’s hand squeezing his own in silent reassurance.

(They visited her family first, and seeing Pidge, Sam, and Matt reunited with her mother stirred jealousy and a longing to be with his own family within him.)

The door opens, and the person behind it still speaks over their shoulder, but as they turn they freeze mid-sentence, jaw dropping in disbelief seconds later.

“Lance?” Cecilia gasps as her wide eyes take in his face.

“Hi, Cici,” he says, smiling and raising his hand in a wave. He drops Pidge’s hand and holds his arms out.

Cecilia jumps into them, wrapping her arms around his back and clinging to him. “Do you know how long it’s been, you bastard?” she grits out.

“Uh…” Lance glances towards Pidge, who holds up a hand with all five fingers. “Five years?”

“Yes.” Cecilia withdraws, resting her hands on his shoulders and scanning him from head to toe. “You look healthy, and strong even—”

“You sound like Mami—”

“A lot has changed since we last saw you, Lance,” Cecilia says, “and one of those things is that someone calls me ‘mami’ too.”

Lance grins. “Really?” he says. When he left, Cecilia didn’t have so much as a boyfriend, but now…

“Yes,” she says brightly. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, as if reassuring herself that he’s still there, and she looks so happy. “Oh, Mami is going to murder you,” she singsongs.

“Sounds just like home,” he says with a smile while Pidge chuckles.

“Oh,” Cecilia says, finally catching sight of Pidge – who stayed remarkably silent – beside him. “I’m Cecilia. Who are you?”

“Pidge,” she says, grinning and offering her hand.

When Cecilia takes it and they shake, Lance wraps an arm around Pidge’s shoulders and tells his sister the same sappy words he rehearsed in his head more times than he would ever admit:

“She’s my home away from home, and my next great adventure.”

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