#standing up to papa Dino

[astoldbychae]

It's been a while since I've made my rounds to DSV...but baby girl is literally right where I left her. 🥺

She's been lugging this puppy around since her daddy surprised her after school...and Dino...Well, He's somewhere standing in a doorway, smiling, like a proud papa! I mean that was until his dog took a shit right outside the door and he stepped in it as he was going to mop up the puddle outside...but that's neither here nor there. 🙃

People lemme tell ya bout my best friend 🎶

#astoldbychae #blacksimblr #blacksimmer #ts4 story #ts4 #ts4photo #ts4machinima #astoldbychae random gameplay #oc: messiah dino villareal

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Some fun facts for the 🦖Dino Squad🦕 AU :

• The teens have vaguely known each other for awhile before the dino stuff kicked off, they've done group projects before, they just weren't really close (like the gang from Dino Squad was at first).

• With dinosaur instincts, the teens all act strange from time to time.

• For Logan and Victor with dinosaur instincts, towards the humans they dislike they are aggressive, for the ones they hate they are murderous (possibly would eat them/view them as prey), and towards the dinosaurs/teens they act rather broody, excited, friendly, and rather pleased.

• Some of the teens (plus the two adults) have feathers. Allosaurus!form of Scott has bits of downy feathers that are slowly fading, Quetzalcoatlus!form of Pietro has a covering of fuzzy down, and Dakotaraptor!form of Reader has feathers from head to toe. Same goes for Logan and Victor. Fluffy raptor group🤗🪶!

• Logan and Victor are ancient. They aren't really sure how old they are, but they know they are over millions of years old, older than the human race.

• Due to being so old and being the only known survivors of the entire dinosaur species proper, when they discover the teens (dinosaur form only for Victor, and both identies for Logan), they get rather excited. To them, it's a sign. They aren't alone anymore, and they can actually have a hand at parenting and protecting and brooding over young.

• The teens are good at certain skills, similar to the original Dino Squad. Some of those skills are different, though. All of them have at least one hobby that comes in handy in a certain situation. Pietro is good at running (both his mouth and with his legs), Scott has basic first aid knowledge and is good at sports, Remy is prone to stealing things so he is good at hiding and seeking things (useful if you and four other people are running from a group of your enemy's henchmen), Rogue is strong and knows how to fix certain things (thank heaven someone in the group does!), and Reader knows about different deadly and dangerous plants and animals (very useful when that aforementioned enemy changes the environment or its inhabitants).

• The teens' diets change due to their newfound dinosaur DNA. If the dinosaur they are ate fish, they gain a seafood-focused diet. If the dinosaur they are ate plants and/or fruits, they aim for more vegetarian dishes. And if they were a carnivore, they would mainly eat meats or meat-oriented meals.

• Y'all remember how Ms. Moniyhan had a nickname/codename she gave herself (it was Mama-saurus)? Yeah, Logan calls himself Papa-saurus. In his point of view, that is what he is, and he thinks it's a fitting nickname/codename for the kids to call him (also feeding his parenting/nurturing instincts).

• Sometimes one or more of the teens gets caught. And sometimes they even see Victor. He has different environments built for each teen/dinosaur, in his large base, so they can rest and be back in what he sees as a comforting/needed territory. He provides the best foods for their species, keeps different nests and resting grounds in each special biome, and oversees anything involving checking/doctoring them.

• If anyone were out to hunt the teens as trophies, both Logan and Victor would aim to kill. No one messes with their kids/dinosaurs and gets away with it. Those two don't want to lose them, and can't stand to be alone again. Anything that is a threat to the teens existence is swiftly and surely dealt with, out of sight and put out of mind.

• Logan takes the teens on group outings. Sometimes it's the whole group, sometimes it's one-on-one. He wants them to experience their dinosaur self fully, and safely. He gets to teach them what he knows about their species, and he gets quality time with them.

• Victor is unsure if Logan is alive or not. The two of them split up (read: Logan running from him as he grew more hateful and dubious towards humanity) and he hasn't seen his little brother since. He wants to know, but his searches haven't found anything so far. Logan, on the other hand, knows Victor is alive, and has been avoiding him for a very, very long time.

• No one feels the urge or instincts to kill/eat each other. For Logan and Victor, that part of them died out when they realized they were the last living dinosaurs, and that if another came along, they couldn't stand to lose what little could be left of their dying/dead species. The teens, on the other hand, never had that instinct passed on, so it never registered (plus power of friendship!).

I hope this was a little bit helpful. Just a few ideas and headcanons for this au. I might make another one of these to address future plots and ideas for this au...

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere marvel x reader #🦖Dino Squad🦕 AU #platonic yandere xmen evolution au

[fairydust-stuff]

Tape  Banana Ash & Yut Lung fan fiction

Warning this is a hurt comfort fic with implied Non con and Major character death though no more then the actual show. It also has one of the most fluffy dark endings, i've written.

“ Ah Mr Lee what a pleasant surprise,might i ask the reason for this call”

Ash, Eiji, Ibe and Max are huddled around taking advantage of the fact Ash bugged Golzine’s private phone while he was in the manor so now they could hear all of his calls. They heard a couple about Banana Fish but this one was interesting to say the least.

“ You know exactly why I'm calling…..” Yut Lung sounds on the verge of a breakdown. Ash would be lying if he wasn’t enjoying hearing him squirm.

“ I see you received my video then” Golzine says casually.

“ There’s no need for this…. sneakiness between allies” Yut Lung argues.

“ This of it as a lesson an elder educating a youngster on proper respect,” Golzine replies.

“ I apologize if my pursuing Ash without your leave offended you in any way” Yut Lung was all charm.

“ All is forgiven as long as you’ve learned to be a little less arrogant” Golzine promises.

“ I’ll try it appears i have much to learn,” Yut Lung says with forced humbleness.

“ I want complete use of your men, you don’t get involved unless I call for you. Also i want more frequent meetings between us” Golzine demands.

“ Of course and i presume this mishap will go away?” Yut Lung presses

“ Yut Lung you shouldn’t presume anything” there’s a cruel glee in Golzine’s tone.

The group disengages at the dial tone.

“ So Golzine has some kind of black mail material on him now, that’s karma” Max laughs.

Eiji is wearing that cute devilish grin of his.

“ Maybe he got caught embezzling funds from the foundation. Either way it may reveal some weakness we can exploit” Ash says

“Can you hack him?” Ibe asks

Ash smiles darkly “ Oh i can do better” he dials a number on his phone

“ Hello Sing, you wouldn’t happen to know Yut Lung’s password for his private account?”

“ Try Cao Zhi, he’s one of Yut Lung’s favorite poets,” Sing suggested. Ash did, nothing “ Anything else?” he asked

“ Song of Everlasting Sorrow?” Sing said with a shrug

“ Still nothing” Ash responds.

“ Despair and Courage” said Sing after a moment.

“ Bingo, thanks Sing!” Ash said

“ After what he did to my guys, i want to see that shit fall” Sing said.

Ash hangs up taking note of some stuff to check out later he finds the video and clicks on it.

Golzine and what appears to be Yut Lung ranting around his own dining room clearly drunk.

“ That’s the blackmail” Ash feels very disappointed

“ Given how arrogant that guy is it does make sense” Eiji says.

“ Maybe we can get a few laughs out of it” says Max, trying to look on the bright side.

“ Or at least something to annoy him next time he kidnaps me” Eiji brings up.

“ Woah a drunk little cat” one of Dino’s men cackles

“ Not a cat, i’m a snake” Yut Lung hisses at Dino, the group laughs.

“ Do you always consume this much wine?” Golzine asks pleasantly

“ i feel sad a lot” Yut Lung replies “ wine make it better,” he adds with a bitter laugh.

“ Why are you sad?” Golzine asks in a concerned tone

“ I don’t like Eiji, stupid, Eiji” he pouts.

“ Oh” Golzine says.

“ You stare a lot, your old enough to be my grandpa. Dad old enough to be mom’s grandpa” Yut Lung laughs again bitterly.

“ Your mother was young then” Golzine says

“ Where’s Sing?” He asked quietly

“ He abandoned you for Ash” Golzine says with false sympathy.

“ I liked Sing” Yut Lung says “ Why Sing leave me for Ash” he whispers.

“ Ash is better then you”Golzine says patiently then goes on a rant about Ash as his wonderful creation that makes Ash want to break the screen.

“ hate him for it” Yut Lung admits “ i kinda like him” he adds.

“ You like Ash?” Golzine asks

“ He doesn’t like me” Yut Lung says somberly he stumbles and Golzine catches him.

“ Easy there lets sit down” he leads a wobbly Yut Lung to the large sofa.

Where Blanca?” Yut Lung asks him

“ You dismissed him you were angry, he only wanted to help Ash” Golzine says.

“ I want Blanca” Yut Lung tries to leave the parlor and one of Golzine’s goons locks the doors. “ Let me ou….” One of Dino’s men covers his mouth and drags him back to the couch

“ Now, we were having fun. Here you like wine right” Dino pours him another glass. Ash suddenly feels a pit in his stomach suddenly remembering that Yut Lung is younger than him by at least two years. Why the hell did that never occur to him till now.

“ I don’t like you” Yut Lung insists but he takes another glass, his hands shake slightly.

“ So your a pretty liar then” Golzine says, taking one of his hands and rubbing it against his face. Yut Lung yanks it out of his grip.

Golzine looks at him amused “ I prefer you like this, you're usually so cold and aloft ” he says.

“ I wanna go” Yut Lung tries to get up but Golzine pushes him down.

“ Shhhhh” he undoes Yut Lungs hair, the camera zooms in it hits Ash one of Dino’s creeps is filming, this was planned.

“ No brothers dead no more” Yut Lungs tries to shove him off.

“ Your not strong like Ash just a trembling, broken mess” Golzine smiles viciously “ I saw through your little mask from the beginning” he pauses “ I was going to let you keep it, as long as you played nice but you had to be a brat”

“ Here hold the camera” says a cold voice Ash feels a chill run down his spine at the sound of the man from the gay bar. He’s wearing a mask but Ash knows that voice anywhere.

“ Get away from me! H…..” Yut Lung goes ballistic at the sight of him, Dino gags him.

“ Mr Golzine that makes it less fun” The man complains.

“His men are outside as long as he doesn’t call they won’t come.” Golzine says. “ Its the Lee way to only obey direct orders”

“ I’m afraid Mr Lee I'm the reason you're in this predicament, see Mr Golzine wanted to get back at you and as someone who’s observed his allies. I noticed your quite the alcoholic, I prompted him to take advantage of your vice” he purrs, touching the boys cheek. Yut Lung tries to bite him.

“ Incredible so much viciousness in something so delicate and soft to the touch” the man says.

“ He’s nothing compared to Ash Lynx” Golzine scoffs.

“ Still, I will enjoy him, why limit myself to one type of prey?” the man smiles savagely “ And after i’m done with him you’ll be aching for his tight little body”

“ True” Golzine laughs “ I love nothing more than a beautiful boy in distress”

Max slams his hand on the pause button looking furious. This knocks Ash out of horrified stupor enough to close the laptop completely.

No one says a dam word awkward silence fills the room. Ash should have suspected he knew Dino but Yut Lung had always seemed so icy and vicious, un touchable.

“ He’s like you” Cain and Sing had said. Maybe Ash had projected too much of his own unstoppable raging beast onto the other boy. Yut Lung had worn the mask well better then even Ash ever had. Everyone looked at each other waiting for someone to say something.

“ Its all my fault” Eiji gasps “ At the manor the night Shorter died, Dino had me and Yut Lung in his bed he was going to…….but then the phone rang” he tears up “ I was so confused he seemed so calm about it…..i didn’t understand”

“ Eiji its not your fault” Ibe insisted.

“ I didn’t want to understand!” Eiji says quietly.

“ Its mine, I knew he was like me,” Ash confessed. “ That’s why its so easy for me to hate him” the blond confesses.

“ No! It's no one's fault but the bastards who touched you! My god at least fifteen in Golzine’s bed. I don’t even want to think about how young he started doing that” Max exclaimed. Ash calls up Sing again “ Hey did you find anything” the boy asks

“ I want it gone, take your guys break into Golzine’s manor delete, smash every trace of that video” Ash orders.

“ Did that snake capture Eiji again?” Sing sighs.

“ No its just a really bad video Sing, one i would never use against an enemy” Ash insists.

“ That bad huh?” Sing replies. “ Ash did someone hurt Yut Lung?” he asked tightly

“ You sound almost concerned,” Ash says.

“ I know he hurt my guys but i just don’t like the thought of anyone harming him” Sing confessed. Ash flashed back to a drunken Yut Lung asking for Sing.

“ i think several people hurt him” Ash says after a moment

“ I think so too” Sing said sadly. “ I’ll get my guys on it” he added...

Ash cannot distract himself from waiting for the phone call confirming the mission was a success. He practically jumps to answer the phone when it rings “ Confirmed?” He asks quickly.

“ We ran into some trouble. Golzine increased his security since we last broke in, then Blanca showed up. He really saved our asses. Yut Lung sent him to do exactly what we were doing” Sing explained “ That guy is so cool!” the fourteen year old starts rambling about Blanca.

Of course Yut Lung wouldn’t just take his assault lying down like a good boy. He'd act sweet and submissive then use his resources to gain the upper hand. We really are quite similar.

“ Did you get everything?” Ash asks a bit impatiently

“ Yeah do you want the camera?” Sing asks seriously

“ Yes” Ash says after a moment. “ Sing do you know Yut Lung’s number?” he asked

Sing tells him and Ash dials.

“ Blanca is that you?” Yut Lung asks tentatively

“ Its Ash, I have your camera” Ash here’s a sharp exhale on the other end of the line.

“ At least your demands won’t be as heinous as Golzine’s” Yut Lung sounds more calm now. “ Banana fish? Me to leave Eiji alone? Use of my men? Helping you disappear?” he lists

“ A meeting” Ash says

“ Alright makes more sense to do it in person” Yut Lung responds casually. They set a time and a place…

“ Welcome Ash Lynx normally i’d greet you in the parlor but….” Yut Lung trails off.

“ You can't step foot in that room without flashbacks” Ash realizes as he stands in the dining room.

“ Please sit can i get you a drink or would you like to proceed?” Yut Lung asks

Ash hands him the camera Yut Lung gapes at him in silence. “ You’d give up your leverage for nothing” he says quietly.

“ When i was ten i had several of these videos. I’d have given anything for one person not to have put them up” Ash responds.

Yut Lung takes the camera and says “ Well at least this inconvenience is over with?” his tone is light.

“ What happened last night was not an inconvenience, it was rape and its happened to you and i multiple times” Ash states bluntly.

“ Stop ok, it was just something that happens in our world!” Yut Lung insists

“ That doesn’t make it right” Ash argues.

“ It was my fault, I shouldn't have gotten drunk around Papa Dino” Yut Lung says brokenly.

“ I ran away from home and accepted a ride from a stranger. We all make mistakes, sometimes those mistakes are costly. That doesn’t mean the bastards that hurt us aren’t the ones responsible” Ash argues.

“ I think this is the most we’ve said to each other” Yut Lung says thoughtfully.

Ash looks at him “ Want to smash the camera?” he asked

“ Together, for your ten year old self” Yut Lung responds.

“ Together, one, two three!” The two of them hurl the camera as hard as they can at the walls and proceed to stomp on it until the lens cracks and the frame breaks.

Then Ash’s phone rings “ Hello?” he asks

“ You little Lynx retrieving my camera like that” Golzine chuckles.

“ I’m not giving it to you bastard” Ash says calmly putting him on speaker.

“ No no hold on to your leverage just like I taught you. Do you want a piece of the action? I know how you like Asian boys” Dino continues.

“ Hello this is a piece of the action” Yut Lung says in his soft voice then he holds the phone up to the glass which he crushes under his foot.

“ You smashed up my camera you little whore!” Golzine growled

“ Considering your so hungry that you have to tie down young boys to get action. I’d say your the one who cannot go without” Ash taunts.

“ i hope you got something good out of it” Golzine grumbles.

“ I got nothing from it” Ash informs him.

“ But that’s not….”

“ Not what you’d do. You may have raised and fucked him up and i’ll admit some of your terrible teachings rubbed off on him, but Ash is not you. He’ll never be the kind of person who takes advantage of boys like me” Yut Lung said cooly.

Ash looked at him in surprise.

“ Looks like the kitten grew some claws” Golzine laughed “ You weren’t so gutsy last night, though you did make a lot of noise” he taunts.

“ So you molested me, so what? You and half of New York. I had claws long before then. If I didn't have claws I wouldn't have found a way to get through every abuse, you pathetic old perverts threw at me. I simply learned to sharpen the claws, i was born with” Yut Lung said boldly. Ash watched his face change into something darker

“ You have no claws, you're a sad old man chasing a teenage boy. He latched onto because, he was unable to deal with his own morality. You're not Ash’s greatest enemy, creator or father. You're just a pathetic little groupie obsessed with an idol. Since the Ash in your head doesn’t exist, the fact he chose to save me proves it”

“ I’ll kill you!” Golzine roars

“ Your not worthy of killing me” Yut Lung’s voice dripped with disdain, then he casually hung up on Golzine.

“ Did you just?” Ash was stunned

“ You’ve been feeding Dino’s ego this whole time with your campaign against him. I grew up with egoistic people , i’ve learned how their minds work” Yut Lung replied.

“ He still has to die” Ash pointed out.

“ I have an idea” Yut Lung said “ I need you to contact Blanca” he adds…

“ Rather rough Blanca” Yut Lung chides at the sight of a beaten Golzine hanging limply on the wall.

“ I failed to protect you just like i failed Ash” Blanca said remorsefully.

“ You helped me get the tape, you were there when it counted” Yut Lung put a hand on his arm.

“ Jeez Yue could you be more obvious!” Sing rolled his eyes

“ You're one to talk practically drooling in Ash’s wake” Yut Lung responded.

“ Sure you're not projecting?” Sing asks The two of them bicker until they're interrupted by Golzine’s groan.

“ Heeello!” Ash waves in a sarcastic cutesy way.

“ Ah so the creation destroys its creator and takes his place to build a great legacy” Golzine gloats.

“ Hi you piece of shit i’m Sing soo Ling” Sing says smacking his fists together

“ Doesn’t ring a bell” he said.

“ Shorter Wong was my cousin,” Sing said.

“ You mean that stupid street punk with the mowhawk” Golzine tastes his own blood. Sing gears up for another punch.

Yut Lung pulls Ash toward the door “ Come on Ash lets go get some ice cream” the blond looks at him as if he’s crazy but see’s the younger give him a trust me look. Then starts to follow him out.

“ What are you doing Ash? Your going to end me right?” Ash almost turns his head in Golzine's direction.

“ Keep walking” Yut Lung mutters Ash obeys him.

“ Ash isn’t going to be killing you, i am” Sing says, punching him again.

“ What i’m the great King Pin of New york, that’s all i get ended by some punk?” Golzine asks “ Ash, Ash?”

Ash continues to follow Yut Lung toward the door “ i overpowered you, i beat you down, i made you!” Golzine yells “ where are you going, you drunken slut?” he demands.

Yut Lung continues to lead Ash out “ You're not even going to watch, i’m your greatest enemy and you don’t even want to watch my demise?” Golzine asks

Yut Lung pauses“ Ash, i just remembered i have a hair appointment, we can do ice cream afterwards right?” he asked

“ Of course Yut Lung” Ash says then opens the door. “ Hair appointments, ice cream Ash Ash Ash Ash!” the blond slams the door shut.

“ I cann’t believe that worked” Ash says as a gunshot echoes from the other side of the door.

“ I told you, people with big ego’s hate being ignored” Yut Lung collapses against the door with relief, his face tight with tension, his body shaking.

“ You were really bothered by seeing him huh” Ash says.

“ I can still feel him all over” Yut Lung says “ I can even taste him” there’s a look of broken revulsion on his face. “ I couldn’t let him win through,” the younger boy insists.

“ You did good” Ash informs him.

“ He won’t be the last, there're so many bastards in our world and i’m trapped here with them. I tried to become like you, fierce, ruthless to never look back or hesitate. No matter what i still end up helpless at the mercy of some bigger beast” Yut Lung confesses.

“ Is that why you want me to kill you?” Ash asked him

“ You have a chance at freedom, that's why I hate you!” Yut Lung confesses tears drip down his cheek. “ You have the power to live freely, no matter what. My blood is always going to tie me to this Family. The only way i’m leaving this life is in a box”

Ash turns to him “ You can be the youngest mafia boss to retire in history. In exchange you stop tormenting Eiji and everyone” the blond stresses.

“ But how would i live? As much as i hate it, i’m codependent on my family’s wealth” Yut Lung admits.

" Leave that to me" Ash promises...

" i cann't believe i'm taking Yut Lung Lee to Japan?" Eiji sighs

" He'll blend in better then i would" Ash points out. " Lots of Chinese people live in Japan its not that unsual"

" He hates me and i'm not exactly fond of him either" Eiji points out.

" Too bad because i was thinking of adopting him" Ash says

Eiji stares at him in horror " don't even joke about that" he shutters.

" You get to boss him around big brother Eiji" Ash says.

" Since when did i agree to that?" Yut Lung scowls clutching his luggage a very small portion of the things he owned. He'd have to get used to the simple life, Eiji told him cheerfully.

" You go to Japan your under Eiji's care, so you have to obey him and Ibe" Ash says.

" What if they do something stupid like make friends with the Yakuza?" Yut Lung asks

" If that happens you are in change until i get there" Ash agrees after a long pause.

" Thank you Ash, for everything" Yut Lung tells him sincerely before stepping onto the train that will take them to the air port.

" I have to sort out some things here, then i'll join you two" Ash promises. He stands there and waves good bye to both of them.

" Don't be too long, i may start experimenting with putting certain herbs in Eiji Chan's tea" Yut Lung yells out the window!

" i heard that you little shit!" Eiji yells back

Ash laughs then turns and walks back to his concrete playground his phone rings " Hey honey just finishing up skinning a Foxx" the man says cheerfully.

 " Good " Ash hisses.

 " Need anything else while i'm in town?" Blanca asked him

 " i need your help with persuading a certain Chinese crime organization to let the head of the Lee family retire early, without a bullet to the head, got any ideas?" Ash asks him

#Banana Fish #fanfiction #Yut Lung & Ash Lynx #implied noncon #Ash and Yut Lung team up #standing up to papa Dino #protective Blanca #very protective angry Sing #Foxx gets what's coming to him as well

[babypinkhearts]

Hi, I’ve been binge reading you’re work and let me tell you they’re *chefs kiss*.So, I have this idea but I can't write to save my life so I was wondering if you could do a steampunk or sailpunk au where Ash lynx is a fallen angel or something of that sort who was captured by Dino. Y/N is a mechanic and she fixes dinos ships or mechanical things falls for ash and is unsure of what to do. so he ends up escaping with her with the help of shorter. they get separated somehow but in the end gets married or get together or smthn???

Idk I’m blabbering at this point feel free to ignore this ask!!

Also stay safe and hydrated 🤗💕

hello hi!!! thank you so much, hearing that people enjoy my writing gets me so freaking happy :)

disclaimer: i had to look up what steampunk and sailpunk au’s were, as i admittedly have never heard of them, but-

i love this idea!!! i don’t think i’ve written any au’s at all on my account, so bare with me please 😅 this took so long to write and i think i went a littleee off track, but i really do hope you like it :)

pairing: ash lynx + fem!reader

warnings: verbal and physical harassment, vulgar language

“what?”

“the main sail has a tear in it. dino wants it fixed by morning.”

your eyebrows rose high at the response, scoffing in disbelief.

“i’m over-qualified for that shit. have one of the other guys sew it or something-“

in a flash, arthur pulled the collar of your shirt, lifting your feet off the ground in the process.

he leveled your eyes to his, narrowing them.

“if papa dino asks you to do something, you fucking do it. don’t act all high and mighty, i’ll shove that pride right down your throat.”

with that, he forcefully let go, watching as you fell on to your back.

you placed your hands behind you, lifting half of your body up as you sent him a glare.

arthur had always aggravated you. you weren’t exactly a “new” member to the crew, though the aggressive rivalry between the two of you did not diminish despite how long you knew each other.

without a word, arthur stepped over you, walking away, his posture seeming triumphant while you laid on in the floor in loss.

sighing, you shook your head as you got up, dusting off your pants.

dino golzine didn’t terrify you. he was your employer - you had the chance to get away if you really wanted to.

though, income was good and he provided you with a place to stay. there was really no reason to leave.

“y/n! heads up!”

immediately, you looked up, your hands instinctively reaching out as a crew member threw you a box.

“needles and thread!” he called out, pointing at the box from above. “dino says it ain’t gotta be perfect. just make sure the wind isn’t goin’ through.”

glancing down at the materials you now carried, you nodded up at him.

as soon as he turned away, you rolled your eyes, huffing as you adjusted the box in your arms and beginning your walk to the main sail.

truth be told, a long tear ran along the bottom.

dino wanted it fixed by morning?

this looked like it’d take you at least a few days.

pursing your lips and eternally sighing once more, you opened the box to begin your work.

but, the commotion behind you halted your movements.

your body quickly whipped around, eyes widening as you noticed nearly the entirety of the crew huddled in one circle.

quickly rushing over, you pushed through the crowd, popping your head through every gap in attempt to see what was in the middle of all this noise.

dino’s men always caused havoc among the ship - though there was something particularly wrong with how they were reacting this time.

there were whistles, laughs, hollers - all behavior you had endured when first being recruited.

it sent a train of unwanted memories down your head, and you winced as you attempted to cycle your mind back to reality.

a harsh shove against your rib lunged your body into self-awareness, and you once again peeked through the men standing in front of you.

and when you saw him... it was hard not to utter a sound a shock.

those wings...

they were real.

all those myths the men kept on the ships - the tales they told during the long winter nights-

the angels were real.

he glowed in the sunlight, just how they described in the books.

he was beautiful as well - his skin was flawless.

but, what was the crew doing with him?

why was there rope around his hands and torso?

his wings were restricted.

he looked to be in pain.

you glanced around, hoping to find a sane person on board.

but, everyone was smiling. laughing, even.

they pulled him with the rope, mocking him and treating him as some sort of animal.

the crew as individuals didn’t scare you. but now, as they huddled as one, you couldn’t find the power to say something in objection to the way they were treating this poor angel.

you stood quiet as they pulled him away, the ghost of your hand reaching out before they hauled him on to the deckhouse.

the door shut loudly behind them.

—

you couldn’t tell what time it was.

at least, specifically. you knew it was the early hours of the morning. the sun had yet to show.

your hands were cramping and you felt exhausted.

but the important part - the tear on the sail was nearly patched up.

you knew your body was begging you for a break, though your determination in keeping the job was at the top of your priorities.

and so you continued to sew.

“y/n.”

you quickly turned around, your eyes locking on to arthur’s.

beside him, the angel, his hands still adorned with the same rope.

the rope looked tasseled now - as if a struggle was made.

you felt sick.

“take care of him while you’re up here. make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”

and with that, he pushed the winged boy in your direction, walking away.

you stood still, your eyes to the floor as you tried to avoid looking at the being in front of you.

you didn’t even want to imagine what or what they were planning on doing with him.

though, now with instructions given directly to you-

if the boy were to flee, you’d end up dead the next day.

“it looks like they have you captive, not me.”

your head snapped up.

the boy had taken a seat, his back against the wall as you looked up at you.

there was a hint of amusement on his face.

you masked the surprise on your face at the sound of his voice, shaking your head at him.

“i-i’m sorry. i promise i’ll help you the best i can, just...”

you trailed off as you noticed him begin to shake his head.

“they’ll kill you, i think both of us know that much.”

he was blunt with his words.

you didn’t reply, the silence giving him your answer.

you could feel his gaze still on you.

it could be comparable to a hawk’s.

“how did you... end up here?” you hesitantly asked, your eyes glancing to the glimpse of white feathers behind his back.

up until this point - you didn’t think the tales they told around the world of fallen angels were... true.

though, the boy in front of you proved your beliefs wrong.

you watched as he visibly relaxed against the wall, his blond hair momentarily falling in his eyes before he shook his head, the pieces moving away.

“i was out exploring, actually. this-“ he rose his arms to show the rope around his wrists. “wasn’t intentional.”

you blinked, nodding as you processed his words.

exploring... could that mean there were more of his kind out there?

you hesitated for a moment, gathering the courage to continue to talk to him.

his presence alone was admittedly intimidating.

his stare didn’t feel threatening by any means, but it made you nervous to know he was watching your every move.

you didn’t have a malicious plan for him. you wanted to help him.

you hoped he could tell that much.

quietly grabbing your needle and thread, you rose your sore arms to continue your sewing job.

glimpsing at the boy, you took of small breath.

“if you don’t mind me asking... what’s your name?”

there was a small moment of silence, up until you realized he was waiting for you to look toward him.

you matched with his eyes, the green’s of his seeming calm.

it was comforting to look into his eyes.

“ash.” he finally replied.

ash.

he suited the name, you had to admit.

“you suit the name.” you spoke out your thoughts, sending him a small smile. “i’m y/n.”

ash nodded, his eyes following your skilled hands as you quickly pulled the needle in and out of the sail.

you could feel his gaze fall back on your face.

“y/n, why are you in a place like this?”

you stopped.

glancing to ash, you sent him a look of confusion.

his question was sudden - but he seemed genuinely curious.

you didn’t say a word as he stood up on his feet.

your body didn’t have an ounce of fear or adrenaline in it. like it knew he couldn’t hurt you.

he stood in front of you, his eyes peering down at yours.

your body didn’t move when he rose his tied hands.

your body didn’t move as they moved forward toward you.

your body didn’t move when he placed his hand right over your heart.

“this,” ash softly spoke, his voice low. “is where people like me can tell who we can trust from your people.”

he slightly pulled away from you.

“you’re a good person in a bad situation. leave this place, it’ll do you no good.”

you placed down the sewing materials, furrowing your brows at him.

his words took a moment to settle in your mind, though confusion plagued the thoughts immediately.

“why are you telling me this?” you asked, shaking your head with a sigh.

ash shrugged.

“natural duty, i guess.” he replied, motioning back to his wings, a reminder that the two of you were not the same.

your eyes followed, looking to the soft feathers.

“so, out of your natural duty, what should i do?”

you could see his lips slightly perk up as you repeated his words.

“i think,” he softly spoke, his eyes looking toward the sky. “when i escape, you should leave as well.”

you were quiet, mind swirling as you thought of the bad outcomes that would bring.

“i have a friend coming to get me right now. from there, i can help you out. i normally don’t help humans, but please believe me when i say this won’t end well for you.”

his words brought out implications that scared you.

the question - what could end up bad? sounded idiotic, even in your head.

there were a dozen things you could come up with on the spot.

the men on this ship were ruthless.

yes, you had the right to leave whenever you wanted-

but what would make them stay away from you?

with a small nod, you breathed out.

“okay. i believe you.”

—

an hour passed as the two of you conversed.

it felt like five minutes.

the angel in front of you felt like an unironic blessing.

he was beautiful in every form.

“he’s almost here.” ash announced, his head resting on his arms. he was sat criss-cross, you mirroring his posture.

you had managed to remove the rope from his limbs, the two of you hiding out behind barrels on deck.

for a moment, you had wondered why ash needed a friend to help him escape.

he had wings, you thought.

but after cutting the rope around them, you knew he was in no condition to fly.

the rope was tighter than you had originally thought.

so tight, to where it tore into his wings.

ash had assured you they would heal, but the uncontrollable wincing he had done was enough to tell you his pain was nearly unbearable.

“there.”

ash nudged your shoulder gently, his finger pointing toward the sky.

the gasp that left your mouth was unintentional, your eyes widening as the figure above began to get closer.

a male that mirrored the same wings as ash waved with a smile, his gaze also landing to you.

“ash!” he called, chuckling in disbelief. “you made friends with a human?!”

ash smiled at the sound of his voice, shaking his head. “just shut up and help me.”

the boy laughed, landing on the deck quietly.

“shorter.” he greeted, waving to you.

you smiled, waving back. “y/n.”

shorter copied your expression, walking behind ash.

he grimaced as he took a look at his wings, his hand gently running down the most injured one.

“yikes, they got you good.”

ash rolled his eyes, waving him off. “yeah, yeah. just hurry up.”

shorter nodded, and you watched with wide eyes as the injuries seemed to minimize in a flash.

five seconds, you counted.

5 seconds and all the wounds were gone.

“pretty cool, right?” shorter turned to you, grinning.

astonished, you nodded, too shocked to say anything.

shorter, amused at your reaction, giggled.

he pat ash on the back, hand ruffling through the feathers. “alright bro, you’re good to go.”

ash nodded gratefully, sighing in bliss as he stretched out his wings.

you watched, memorized at the beauty in front of you.

angels, you would never get over it.

“let’s head out.” ash announced, suddenly standing up, his being glowing as his body was now completely healed.

shorter glanced to you, silently asking - “you’re coming?”

you didn’t miss how his gaze dropped down to where your heart was.

ash was telling the truth.

you nodded at shorter, a sense of happiness washing over you as his expression became one of excitement.

“awesome! ash will carry you, i’m sure.” shorter looked to his friend. “otherwise, i don’t think you’re too fond of walking the plank out.”

ash gave you a thumbs up, nodding.

“yeah, but just hold on tight.” he teasingly spoke, wrapping your arms around his neck.

you nodded at his words, chuckling. “just please don’t drop me.”

you could vision the smirk on his face.

“i’ll try.”

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[harrysgoldenbum]

Little Hands

His kids woke up early. He knows this because he can hear them talking to each other through the thin walls. He can hear their little kid voices getting animated as the sun slowly continues to rise. He can hear them giggle, gasp, and groan.

Harry looks over his shoulder to see Y/N past out, oblivious to what her children are up to so early in the morning. She back is to him with her legs intertwined with his and her bum pressed to the small of his back.

Harry lays there for a moment, taking in the quiet humming his son and daughter are projecting into the house, he feels this peacefulness take over his mind and body. He watches the fan that hangs above him and his wife while he listens to his daughter telling her brother about the dream she had. He listens to his son return the favor. Telling her about the dinosaur that became his friend.

There is a couple of hours before the alarm goes off, when Harry decides to get out of bed and join his kids. He turns off the alarm that way Y/N can sleep longer while he takes on the mission to entertain their young ones. Pulling on some sweats and a shirt, Harry walks over to his son’s room and sees the two of them laying in one bed staring up at the glow in the dark stars Y/N had glued on the ceiling. His baby girl had her stuffed elephant under her arm, while his little man had his stuffed T-Rex next to his head.

“G’ morning bubs,” Harry rasps.

“Papa! You’re awake!” his little girl cries out. She slides out the sheets and toddles over to Harry. She wraps her arms around Harry’s leg and presses her cheek to his thigh. Looking up at him with her big doe eyes that are blessed with the same jade color as her papa and her mama’s thick lashes. A small smile tugs it’s way onto her lips.

Harry gently runs his fingers through her dark locks. Her crazy bed head is just like her mother’s. Tangled and all over the place.

His son sits on his own bed with a pillow in his lap with a smile that shows his missing tooth. His eyes are the same color as his mama’s, and his eyes were the gateway that showed all his emotions. It was that every trait that had caught Harry’s attention when he met Y/N. So knowing when his son had the same trait and color, Harry’s heart always soften. Picking up his youngest, Harry walks over to the twin size bed and drops onto it. Making the bed bounce and his kids giggle. Moving to the head of the bed, Harry lays flat on his back while his son and daughter climb around him and get comfortable with their heads on his chest. His son’s arms wrap around his waist while his daughter’s hand went to Harry’s ear lobe.

“What do we want to have for breakfast today, hmm?” he asks. Knowing that they usually get oatmeal, eggs, or some other nutritional breakfast. So wanting to make it a fun and special day, he wanted to see what they would pick, and he would make it happen.

“Waffles!” his son exclaimed. Twirling his finger around Harry’s shirt, “with blackberries and blueberries and strawberries.”

“Mmmhh, blackberries. Papa! I want blackberries too!”

With a light chuckle, he agrees.

After a few minutes of laying there, Harry urges his kiddos to get up.

“We have to make waffles, don’t we?”

With a shriek, his daughter scrambles out of bed, with his son following behind her. He can hear them stomping down the stairs. At a slower pace, he moves to join them. Just before the kids made it to the first floor, Harry watched his son hold his little sister’s hand as they walked down the stairs.

Walking into the kitchen, Harry gets everything his needs and assigns his kids small tasks. With his baby girl sitting on the counter (under Harry’s supervision of course), she washes the fruit as his son brings out the maple syrup, butter, and whipped cream.

When that is done, Harry has them help him measure out the ingredients to make the batter. The two take turns mixing and pouring. When time comes to prep the waffle iron, he lifts his daughter off the counter and tells them to sit on the island stools.

Harry carefully pours the batter on the waffle iron as he listens to his daughter kick the cupboards near her feet. His son is talking to her about preschool and the recital they are working on.

“Papa!” Exclaimed his eldest. “Missus Teacher told me yesterday that I am going to sing the first song!”

“Really bub! That’s exciting! Soon you’ll take me job and then Papa won’t have anything to do!”

“You really think so!”

“Sure do! You’ll probably steal all my fans!”

Looking over to his bub’s sister, Harry sees her looking at bub with a wide grin.

“What about you, angel? Hmm, are you going to be a singer like Papa?”

“No! I’m going to be like mamma.” She says sternly. “I want to dress people up and make them princesses!”

Y/N is a bridal designer, and often brings her projects home. And sure enough, Harry’s daughter will sit with her at the table and watch Y/N sketch, sew, and trim her latest gown.

Once the first few waffles are done, Harry helps his kids pick the berries the want, the topping on their waffles, and poured them a cup and sippy cup of milk. Cutting their waffle into manageable pieces, the trio starts to eat.

“Oh-oh!” whispers the little angel, “Papa! The blackberry went squish!” referring to the berry stain on her nightshirt.

Using his thumb to wipe off the berry juice that stained his daughter’s face, “It’s okay angel, it happens.”

Taking a glance at his son, Harry realizes that he too has blackberry stains on his dinosaur shirt. The juice is dripping down his chin and onto his matching dino shorts.

Harry knew he should have known better. When it came to eating fruit of any kind, his kids were messy eaters. Y/N puts the blame of that trait on him, seeing that she has wiped fruit juice Harry’s face numerous times.

Going to eat his last few berries, Harry stabs them with his fork, only for the blueberry and blackberry to explode and squirts all three of them.

The group breaks into laughter, as Harry tries to wipe up what he can.

It’s minutes later when his princess burps and announces that she doesn’t want to eat anymore. With a cackle, Harry’s bub releases a loud, obnoxious burp. “Excuse me.” He requests with a smug smile.

“What happened to your manners!” Harry playfully scolds.

“They’re with mamma, they’re still asleep” the little man jokes.

Clearing the counter and covering that batter for later, Harry and the kids go into the living room, where Harry is sitting on the couch, with his son sitting next to him doodling in Harry’s journal with Harry’s around his shoulders. Nodding his head along to the children’s TV show that’s playing on the screen.

And his princess is standing on the couch, leaning into Harry while her little fingers run through his hair. Her legs rest along Harry’s side, and his arm is wrapped around her short legs. Her lips are puckered up in concentration.

“Like a monkey aren’t ya. Lookin for treasure and bugs.”

“I’m no monkey Papa! I’m a princess!” She responds in complete seriousness.

With a chuckle bubbling out of Harry’s throat, “that you are, my darlin’ girl.”

For a short few minutes, Harry watches the children’s show quietly. Until his son asks Harry if he can use his left hand. Turning his head, Harry watches his little man trace his hand on the paper. But, his daughter wraps her arms around his head and demands him stop moving. Her skinny bicep squeezes his nose and her hands grasp his forehead and the back of his head.

“I’m doing your hair, Papa!”

“Sorry, sorry.” turning back to face the screen, from the corner of his eye Harry watches his son complete the outline of his hand. The black ink stands out on one side of the paper. Harry watches his son place his left hand in the middle of his and starts to trace.

Once his son is finished with his little hand, Harry decides that he is going to take that page out of the journal and get it framed.

Harry watches his son write out his name and papa.

Harry knows that his babies know how to pull his heartstrings but watching his son’s mind and creativity at work and making such a doodle has Harry tearing up.

Once satisfied with his drawing, Harry’s little man gently closes the journal and places it on the coffee table. Cuddling into Harry’s side, he turns his attention to the TV show. He clings to Harry’s arm and rests his head on his bicep.

All the while, His daughter gently scratches his scalp. Melting Harry’s body onto the couch, he tightens his hold on her. He feels her tiny child like fingers run through his long, dark locks and undoing the knots that were formed from his sleep.

Her face is scrunched up in concentration. She eventually pushes his hair off his shoulder, and rests her head there. With her finger still in his hair she quietly starts cooing.

Harry feels her body getting heavier, and her breathing slows. He gently brings her legs down and tuck her into her side. With the TV show playing in the background, her doe eyes slowly start to shut. Her little hands fist his shirt, and her mouth drops open as she falls asleep.

During this time Harry’s a son, lets out little snores. Indicating that he too has fallen asleep.

Harry lets the feeling of peacefulness wash over him, just before he too closes his eyes and joins his little angels in a morning nap.

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[schrijverr]

'Till Death Do Us Part

Part 2 of 13

When Alex has to bring Philip to work, he and Thomas discover that they both have something in common: they lost their love. They form an unexpected bond and connection about this that grows into something more.

A medium burn with parental feelings about Philip and flowers.

On AO3.

Ships: Jamilton

Warnings: grief/mourning and mentions of unhealthy coping and death.

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Chapter 2: Dwarf Sunflowers Means ‘Adoration’

Thomas phone lit up on a Sunday, the screen blinking with Alex’s contact as Thomas frowned confused as he picked up: “Alex? What do you need?”

“Oh thank god, Thomas,” Alex’s voice sounded hoarse, like he’d been crying.

“Are you okay?” the words were out of his mouth before he could question them.

There was a shaky breath, before Alex said: “No- yes- maybe? I don’t know, just- fuck- it’s- it’s his birthday today and I normally can handle it, but- I don’t know, just- Pip was so excited about getting his Halloween costume and they look so much alike and I- I can’t deal with it.”

“What can I do? Just tell me what to do,” Thomas urged him, already changing his sweat pants for comfortable jeans.

“Can you come over?” Alex sounded small, “I know it isn’t really what we do, but Pip likes you and I just can’t be alone right now, but everyone always looks at me so pitying and I just- not today.”

“Yeah, I get it. I’m on my way, be there in five,” Thomas said, grabbing his keys on the way out.

Before he hung up, he swore he heard a soft thank you come through, but he must have made that up. There was no way Alex was thanking him.

He got to Alex’s house in four minutes and felt oddly nervous as he knocked on the door.

After a few seconds the door swung open to reveal a rumpled Alex. He was clad in sweatpants and a hoodie, his hair tied up in a messy bun and he had red rims under his eyes as the world seemed to weigh him down.

From inside the house a TV could be heard and Alex shrugged: “I sat Pip down with a movie and that probably makes me a shitty parent, but I think it would be more shitty to have him witness my breakdown in the bathroom.”

Thomas didn’t respond, just stepped forwards and pulled Alex into a tight hug, standing there as the other started to cry again, clutching his shirt.

“Just let it out,” he encouraged Alex as he walked them to the kitchen, still hugging as he closed the door behind them and made sure they wouldn’t attract Philip’s attention.

He waited, holding Alex as the man cried out his frustration and grief, while Thomas just petted his hair and let him. He said no soothing words, there were no words that could soothe this deep ache and he knew it.

After a few minutes Alex had tired himself out and just hiccuped slightly.

“Alex, I’m gonna ask you the shittiest question there is, but what has you most upset right now? Out of everything, what is making you the most upset?” Thomas asked.

It wasn’t quiet as Alex thought, the man mumbling under his breath. He’d always done it and Thomas just had to wait until Alex could form his thoughts louder.

“I guess- I guess I’m just frustrated that I can’t enjoy something as stupid as going to buy a Halloween costume with my son, that I can’t seem to shake the shadow in the happy moments even when I want to and I know John would have wanted me to,” Alex finally answered.

Thomas nodded, his mind forming a plan.

“What’s Philip dressing up as?” he asked.

The question threw Alex off guard and he simply answered: “A dinosaur, why?”

He chuckled slightly at the costume choice, then said: “Okay, this is what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna go upstairs, you’re going to shower, you’re going to get dressed in comfortable but presentable clothes. Yeah? And then we’re going to the store and getting Philip his costume. After that we can go say hi to John if you want, show him the costume and then we’re getting hot chocolate. You got that?”

“I really don’t know if I can go outside today. I don’t want to see the world move on when I feel it should just stand still,” Alex whispered.

Thomas gave him a comforting look and said: “I know. It fucking sucks, but Philip is excited for his costume and sitting here feeling shitty for yourself isn’t going to make you feel better. Either of you.”

It seemed Alex was giving in, so Thomas played his ace: “I’ll be there the whole time, if you need to break down, I’ll handle Philip. Let him have a good day.”

“Fuck, I hate that you’re right,” Alex sighed. Victory.

“I’m always right,” Thomas smirked, he couldn't help himself, “Does Philip need to get dressed or is he good to go?”

“Just needs shoes,” Alex replied.

“Good, I’ll go chat with him and you are going to…” he waited for Alex to finish the sentence.

“I’m gonna go upstairs, shower, put on some clothes,” he listed.

“Exactly, now go,” Thomas ushered Alex up the stairs, before starting the kettle. Coffee wouldn’t do the man any good, but tea might help. With that in progress he made his way over to the living room where Philip was watching A Land Before Timewith rapid attention, obviously captivated by the story.

He sat down next to Philip and smiled when the boy looked at him: “Hi there, Philip. Do you remember me? I’m Thomas, we met at your Papa’s office a while ago.”

Philip lit up: “Mr. Thomas!” then he got confused, “What are you doing here? Papa says you aren’t not-work friends, he says you wouldn’t come.”

Thomas tried to ignore the fact that Philip had apparently asked if he would be coming and Alex had decided to describe them as friends – work friends but still – to his son, no matter how much it made him happy inside.

“Well, kiddo, your Papa changed his mind, because today we’re going to get you a costume,” he told Philip, “I heard you’re going as a dino and I wanted to know more about them. Since you explained so well last time your Papa let me tag along, so you could explain more.”

“Really?” the boy’s eyes were like saucers and stars were dancing in them as he started to tell Thomas everything about the cool dino costume he was going to get.

He listened closely, nodding at all the good points and asking questions the kid seemed capable of answering.

When he heard noises of someone getting out of the shower upstairs, he led the kid to the door as he talked, getting his shoes on before Alex came downstairs.

Alex looked much better when he returned downstairs. His hair was still up in a bun, but it wasn’t as messy or greasy, just wet. His clothes were more comfort than fashion, but he didn’t look like a dumpster fire anymore and the bags under his eyes seemed to hold less weight.

Philip noticed his Papa, because he turned to him and rambled: “Papa, Mr. Thomas is coming with us to learn more about dinos and it’s going to be so much fun and he promised to buy me hot chocolate and he agrees that purple is a good dino color.”

“That’s nice, Pip,” Alex smiled tiredly, scooping the boy up into his arms and pressing a kiss to his cheek, before getting their coats.

Thomas held out his hand as they stepped outside and Alex shot him a confused look. He explained: “I’m driving, go sit with Philip in the back.”

Alex wordlessly handed him the keys and got in the backseat without any complains as he gave him the name and location of the costume store he’d wanted to visit.

While they drove Thomas watched how Alex just smiled at his rambling son. It was strange how patient and silent the man could be for his kid’s benefit, but Thomas could clearly see the same focus Alex gave all the tasks he seemed to care about.

At the store it seemed to be going fine, until Philip stepped out in a particularly shitty costume that looked more like a turtle than a dinosaur

Alex choked up, Thomas felt it beside him and with one glance it was confirmed when Alex nodded and gasped: “I’m gonna go for a sec.”

“Alright, Alex, go,” Thomas assured him, not looking to see him walk away.

Philip looked confused and asked: “What’s wrong with Papa?”

“Nothing to worry about buddy,” Thomas smiled, “He’s just having a bit of a rough day today and he needed to step away for a moment.”

The boy thought it over, then softly asked: “Is it like the other sad days? When one of my Aunties or Uncles come to pick me up and we have a sleep over?”

It seemed the kid was as smart as Alex had bragged and Thomas was surprised how open Alex was with the kid, though it seemed to be working.

“Yeah, buddy, kind of like the other sad days, but today your Papa is trying to turn his sad day into a happy day, so he’s trying to do that right now,” Thomas told him, “How about we go try on the purple dino costume? Purple is better than green anyway.”

Philip perked up at the suggestion and when Alex came back a little while later, he seemed a bit more put together and managed a real and big smile at Philip’s costume. They got the costume and Philip refused to take it off.

“Hey, Pip, do you want to go show Daddy your costume?” Alex asked him as they walked out of the store, the uncertainty weirdly tinting his voice.

The boy thought about it, then said: “Mr. Thomas says you’re trying to turn a sad day into a happy day, but you always seem sad when we go to show Daddy things.”

Alex was taken off guard by the reply, but squatted down to Philip’s level as he said: “Pip, going to show Daddy things might be sad, but it’s important to me that he gets to see you grow up. If you don’t want to go that’s okay, we won’t, but you don’t have to say no for me.”

It seemed Philip got it, because he asked: “Can we get flowers for Daddy? I liked leaving him flowers, it made his special place more special.”

“Of course we can get Daddy flowers, Pip,” Alex’s voice was thick with emotion and Thomas took the lead when walking to the flower shop.

Philip took extra care in picking out the flowers. He spotted dwarf sunflowers and asked: “Papa, you said Daddy’s favorite color was yellow, right? And that he was your sunshine.”

“Yeah, I sure did, Pip,” Alex answered, spotting the sunflowers Philip was looking at.

“Can we get these for him?” Philip asked, pointing them out.

“Yes, he would love those,” Alex said, picking up the flowers and paying for them.

They left the store and now the hard part came. Thomas was still driving, he hadn’t trustedAlex’s mental state before and he certainly wasn’t now, but he had to ask which cemetery to go to. Luckily, it seemed Alex had remembered as well and he just whispered: “Calvary cemetery,” as they got into the car.

The drive was quiet and Thomas wasn’t sure if he would be welcome to come with them, but when they got out of the car, Alex grabbed his hand, slightly shaking and pulled him along. So, Thomas followed as they walked through the rows.

Philip obviously already knew the way and he skipped out ahead of them the way only a kid who didn’t fully realize what this meant could. He stopped before a simple grave that read:

.

Lt. Col.

John Laurens-Hamilton

1988-2017

Loving father and doting husband

Noble soldier that protected his men till the end

.

Embedded in the grave there was a picture of a young man with long curly hair pulled into a ponytail. He was smiling into the camera, freckles splattered on his face like the milky way as he looked at the person behind the camera fondly. He was dressed in a basic military uniform and in the background there was a dusty military base visible.

Alex fell to his knees in front of the grave and greeted it: “Hi, Jacky, how have you been? Good, I hope. I’m going to have words with God if I come there and I hear they’ve been treating you like crap.”

He let out a shaky sigh, then went on: “I wanted to come wish you a happy birthday. They didn’t have the candy you liked at the store, but I’ve always told you licorice is disgusting so we got little chocolate bars for the trick-or-treaters instead.”

Silent tears streamed down his face: “I brought Pip with me, he’s going as a dinosaur this year and he wanted to show you his costume.”

Philip was standing next to his Papa, looking at the grave. When Alex said that he spoke up, this was obviously not the first time: “Hi Daddy, look at my costume,” he told the grave happily, “It gots spikes and it’s purple. Papa doesn’t like purple that much, but Mr. Thomas does, he helped me pick out my costume. I’m gonna be the bestest dino ever.”

Thomas hadn’t expected his name, so he looked up shocked from where he was keeping his distance. It was strange to be introduced to a dead man by his kid.

He hoped Alex wouldn’t mind that Philip talked about his rival to his late husband, though they weren’t really rivals anymore. They still argued, but there was a more familiar atmosphere around them.

It was nice, different, but nice.

Meanwhile Philip had been rambling on about school and what the other kids were dressing up as, before he remembered the flowers. He held them up and said: “We got you flowers. They are sunflowers and they’re yellow. Papa says you like yellow and they look fun, like little suns. Do you think that’s where they got their name?”

“I think so, buddy,” Alex answered for John with a strained voice.

“That’s cool,” Philip said, before going on, “I’m gonna put them on your special place. Auntie Eliza says this is kind of like your home, but it looks boring and yellow is a good color to help you be less boring. My room is yellow and it’s the bestest room there is. Papa allowed me to paint on one of my walls and I painted some dinos there.”

Throughout Philip’s conversation with John, Alex had pulled the little boy onto his lap and hugged him tightly.

When the boy was out of things to tell John, he started to squirm slightly, but it didn’t really look like Alex was willing to leave or let go. So Thomas stepped in.

He put his hand on Alex’s shoulder startling him slightly and softly said: “Here, I’ll walk around with Philip. Don’t worry, just take your time.”

Alex nodded gratefully and let Philip go, Thomas took his hand and asked: “Want to play a game with me, Philip?”

“Yeah!” Philip clapped in his hands.

“We’re going try to find all the stones with a little cross on it, okay?” Thomas felt slightly bad that he was turning other people’s final resting places into a game with a kid, but with his view of what death was like, he didn’t think they’d mind.

They had found around twenty-onegraves with a cross on it when Thomas noticed Alex get up. He steered Philip back to John’s grave while they looked and when they got back to the grave Alex smiled watery at Philip and asked: “What do you think of hot chocolate, Pip?”

Philip bounced excitedly and asked: “Is there whipped cream? Uncle Herc gave me hot chocolate with whipped cream and it was the yummiest.”

“We can ask,” Alex replied, taking his kid’s hand.

The drive to the small cafe started silent, but then Philip asked Thomas what sort of flowers he liked. Thomas told him cornflowers were his favorite and after that the two talked about flowers, while Alex stared out of the window.

It was still strange to see Alex without a fire burning in his eyes and Thomas remembered how Angelica had told him that Philip had probably saved his life. It was disturbing how accurate it seemed and Thomas wanted to shake the man until he was back to office Alex, but he knew that wasn’t what he needed right now and he knew he would have hated it.

Today reminded him that their grief was different. Alex’s was younger and unexpected. When he’d married Martha, he knew they would have limited time. She was not ripped from him, just softly eased out of his arms.

The loss still hurt, God, it hurt so much and sometimes he wanted to curl up into a ball and yank all of his hair out in the hope the numbness and pain just went away.

But he got used to it.

Martha was someone he could never forget. She’d always be there in his heart, guiding him to be a better man and keep going. It had taken a long while for him to get there, for him to see her hand on his shoulder wasn’t holding him in place, but pushing him forwards.

She’d always told him, he would do great things and he’d better keep a picture of her with him so that she could see it. And he would try to do that.

But Alex didn’t have that.

Alex had a man who had promised him a future together, who had told him forever ‘till the end, who gave him a family and said they would raise their child together. A man who was taken without warning.

Thomas couldn't imagine, but that wasn’t the point. He couldn't imagine the loss, but he could help soothe it by being there right now, because Alex couldn't use anyone pitying him today, couldn't use having to worry about Philip. So Thomas did what he couldn't.

In the cafe he got excited with Philip over the triple chocolate hot chocolate they had and ordered tea for him and Alex. He pointed out the painting they had on the wall and played I Spy, leaving Alex to sip his tea absentmindedly.

When Philip had a sufficient chocolate mustache and was falling asleep in his chair after the day, they left. The drive silent with Philip’s dozing.

At the house Thomas asked: “Do you want me to cook or are you good for now?”

Alex hesitated, then said: “I always make Hoppin’ Johns on his birthday and stuff, it’s a long story, but uhm- if you- I’d like you to stay. For dinner. Only if you want to of course.”

Thomas hadn’t expected the invitation, but accepted after a beat: “Well, I won’t say no to free food and Philip did promise to show me some of his drawings.”

“Who am I to deny you a Philip Hamilton Art Tour,” Alex smiled and let him into the house, informing Philip of the evening plans, which of course caused the boy to perk up again and drag Thomas along with him, while Alex retreated to the kitchen.

Alex sat down at the kitchen bar and just took a moment to sit and breathe.

This day had gotten easier throughout the years, but he could clearly remember how that first time he’d almost ignored baby Philip’s cries just because he didn’t want to get out of bed. God, he’d felt so guilty. John had always wanted a family, Alex too, but John dreamed of being a dad and he’d almost ruined that.

Back then he’d sworn to himself that Philip would never fall victim to his own grief ever again, so when he found himself spiraling today, he did what he found hardest: he asked for help.

He hadn’t known exactly what he was doing until Thomas picked up. It hadn’t been a conscious decision, but he was glad he had. The man seemed to know exactly when to step in, what he couldn't handle and what he needed him to do.

And Pip liked him.

If you’d asked him about a month ago if he’d be okay with Thomas watching Pip and Pip being excited about it, he would have thrown a fit, but Thomas was surprisingly good with Pip. He seemed to listen and engage, never talk down.

It was weird to see, but Alex didn’t mind that much. His reaction to everything had been a breath of fresh air after all the worrying his friends always seemed to do.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved his friends and they had dragged him through his darkest times, but they couldn't seem to get that he was doing fine. It was just some days that the grief creeped in and dragged him down, but that didn’t mean he would go back to zero immediately.

Sometimes their worrying made him feel like he was a bad parent and he had been a slightly bad parent when John had just died, but he had tried and he wanted to prove that he would die for his son, his pride and joy.

He knew it was stupid that he felt like that, that he felt the need to show them that they didn’t have to check up on him and take Philip for a few days when it got too bad, but he had always struggled with getting validation, so he cut himself some slack.

Looking up he saw the clock. Half an hour had already passed of him just sitting there and he should really start cooking.

Slowly he set out all the ingredients for the Hoppin’ Johns. He tried not to tear up too much as he cooked, though he felt justified in blaming some of the tears on the onions.

When he was done, he set the table, feeling weird that there were three plates. Usually his friends came together and it rarely happened that there were three people. It felt wrong on some level, but also nice. Alex preferred not to think about it as he called them for dinner.

Pip came bounding down the stairs, pulling Thomas along as he yelled: “Papa, Papa, I showed Mr. Thomas my dino drawings on the wall and the wall with my other drawings and he says they’re very good and I wanna be an artist some day and Mr. Thomas says I probably could, isn’t that cool!”

Alex smiled: “That’s very cool, Pip. Now come here and eat your dinner.”

“Yes, Papa,” Pip said, climbing onto his chair and sitting down. He saw the food and said: “This is Daddy’s food, right Papa? Are you gonna say the words?”

“Yeah, Pip, it’s Daddy’s food,” Alex confirmed.

Thomas shot him a questioning look and Alex explained: “We eat this on days special to John, his family was religious. He wasn’t that much, but he liked the idea of Heaven, so we say grace for Daddy’s food.”

Ah, Thomas thought, that made sense. Martha hadn’t been religious at all, but she had a great love for Christmas, so Thomas dutifully decorated the house each year, no matter what.

Alex held out his hands and Pip grabbed one and also held out his hand, Thomas grabbed them both, following their example and bowed his head.

“I thank you, Lord, for the food on our table,” Alex began saying grace, “Today we eat this food with gratefulness that you, up in the Heavens, are watching over our sweet departed John. May he be happy in your presence and well taken care of until we can join him. Amen.”

“Amen,” Philip echoed, so Thomas did as well, before they started eating.

The food was good and Thomas made sure to complement Alex on his cooking. The man blushed and said: “I picked it up over the years. There are only so many times you can eat instant noodles, before you try to learn.”

Thomas laughed at that and agreed, before Philip asked what instant noodles were and the conversation moved on.

When dinner was done, it was already quite late. Alex got up and said: “Come on, Pip. Plate to the kitchen and then we’re getting ready for bed. You have school tomorrow.”

They brought their dishes to the kitchen and Thomas offered to clean up while Alex got Philip into bed. Alex protested and Thomas said: “It’s not charity, Alex. It’s as a thank you for the food, it was delicious and my Southern hospitality wouldn’t want to seem ungrateful.”

Alex eyed him suspiciously, but tiredness just won out and he nodded, before leading Philip out of the kitchen despite his sleepy whining that he wasn’t tired.

It still baffled Thomas how soft Alex got with Philip, how all his burning passion seemed to turn into a hearth of warmth to keep Philip safe from the cold. Thomas was sure that if Alex had to sacrifice everything in his life just to make Philip smile, he would.

After half an hour the kitchen looked clean and Alex came down the stairs, saying: “He must have been really tired, he’s already asleep,” there was a beat of silence, “Do you want coffee? Or maybe wine after this day.”

Thomas smirked: “I don’t think wine is a good idea or too much caffeine, but I wouldn’t mind some tea though.”

“Good. It was mostly a joke anyway – the wine part – I need to be up early tomorrow again to catch up on all the work I’ve ignored today,” Alex replied, starting the kettle, “Maybe tea is a good idea, I’ll join you.”

“Alex, it’s Sunday, what work could you have been doing?” he asked, baffled.

The other shrugged: “I work on my financial plan for the company and Washington isn’t the best with tech, so I go through his inbox to check if everything send correctly or if he missed anything accidentally. And I write essays for this blog I run, though that’s not really something I have to do per se.”

“Damn, you’re going to burn yourself out if you keep going like that,” Thomas told him, “And does Washington know you’re doing that?”

Alex shrugged: “I think he’s on to me, but he hasn’t confronted me yet, so he either hasn’t noticed or it’s helping and he doesn’t want to admit it.”

Thomas made a ‘that’s fair’-face, before commenting: “You and Washington are close, if he allows you to do stuff like that.”

“I suppose,” Alex pouring the hot water in their cups, “He’s kinda the one who was a solid in my life ever since I got to the States. Me and John both served under him in the military.”

“You were military?” Thomas asked, surprised.

“Yeah, didn’t last long though,” Alex answered, “I joined at seventeen, came out as trans two years later and quit, not the best environment. The only good thing in that whole institution were John and Washington.”

“I didn’t know,” Thomas said, “That explains the Grandpa George thing.”

Alex blushed at that and muttered: “I didn’t start that, it’s fucking embarrassing. Angelica taught it to Pip and Washington went with it because he’s a little shit and I can’t really say anything, because he and his wife are the only grandparents he has.”

“John’s parents are gone?” Thomas asked.

“Nah, but they were homophobic transphobic bigoted assholes, so they’re as good as out of the picture,” Alex told him, “Both our sides were equally empty at the wedding, though some of his siblings managed to sneak out.”

“What was your wedding like?” Thomas asked, they had moved to sit at the kitchen bar while they talked and Alex lit up at the question.

“It was one of the best daysof my life. We both had decided on white suits, I looked like and idiot, but John was beautiful,” Alex told him, “John wanted to walk down the isle real bad and Washington gave him away, he cried. Never admitted it to anyone, but he cried. I did too though, so I can’t really judge.”

Alex took a sip, then went on: “We convinced Herc to be our flower girl, it was hilarious. And the Schuyler sisters rapped as a bridesmaid speech, it was absolutely priceless. Did you know Eliza can beat box?”

“No,” Thomas chuckled.

“Me neither, but she can and it’s so weird. She had like this blue dress Herc made, looking like a proper lady and then she beat boxed while Angie and Peggy rapped about how me and John were both stupid for not confessing for three years,” Alex laughed.

“You did confess for three whole years?” Thomas asked with disbelief.

He tried to ignore how his own crush on Alex had been festering for the past two years, ever since he’d met him. A crush he had pushed down and instead argued with the man every time as if he were a school boy, but he had his reasons, he told himself.

“Yeah, we were great at dancing around each other,” Alex smiled, “Both convinced that him using every phone call while away on duty to call me was super platonic. And then in college we roomed together, shoving our beds together, platonically of course.”

Thomas laughed at that, before asking: “How did you get together if you were both that dense?”

Alex was blushing like an idiot, Thomas noted, and he hadn’t answered Thomas’s question. Glee lit up in his eyes as he asked: “Okay, how dumb was it? It must be dumb if you’re that embarrassed about it.”

“We accidentally lockedourselvesinacloset,” he confessed quickly as if saying it faster made it disappear.

“How the fuck do you do that?” Thomas wheezed.

“It was a stupid closet anyway,” Alex huffed, crossing his arms and looking away, “It was a supply closet and we were cleaning it and we had set the brooms outside and when I closed the door to get behind it one of them fell and locked us in.”

“That’s amazing,” Thomas said.

Alex gave up his huffy manner and grinned as he agreed: “In hindsight it was hilarious, yeah. God, it was so stupid, John was so stupid.”

It was quiet for a moment, Alex was lost in thought and Thomas just reveling in the calm.

“What was he like? John, I mean,” Thomas asked softly.

Alex raised a brow as he looked at him, but apparently saw nothing off putting in them, because he answered: “John was the stupidest, bravest and kindest person I know. He and Pip are so alike that it hurts sometime.”

He sighed deeply, then said: “He was rash, always rushing into danger first when in the military, last one out too.”

The last part sounded bitter and Thomas couldn't blame him.

“John loved to draw as well,” Alex told him, “I still have all his sketchbooks and one of the rooms in the house is an atelier. At first I couldn't bring myself to change it, but now- well, maybe Pip will use it someday.”

“But he wanted to be a nurse, drawing was just a hobby,” Alex wenton, “John loved helping people. Whenever someone in ourfriend group was sick, he would be at their door with soup and meds in no time. Whenever I had my period he would cuddle with me and watch shitty movies and bring me chocolate, it was so sweet.”

“He sounds like a catch,” Thomas said.

“He really was,” Alex chuckled, voice slightly breaking. It was nice to tell Thomas about John, he hadn’t known him. Everyone already knew John, had their own stories with him and their own interpretations of him. They would always color Alex’s John with their own versions of him, but Thomas couldn't do that. It was refreshing.

They talked for a little while, before Alex was drooping in his seat, the day had been emotionally exhaustive.

“I’m gonna go home and you should go to bed, Alex,” Thomas said after watching Alex almost fall out of his chair a few times.

“You know, for once I’m not even going to bother arguing with you,” Alex replied, getting out of his chair to see Thomas out.

Before he could leave, a small voice stopped: “Thomas, I, uhm- I wanted to- just, uhm, you know, thank you.”

Thomas turned back, trying to keep the surprise off his face as hesmiled: “No problem. Goodnight, Alex.”

“Uh, yeah, goodnight, Thomas.”

The big shift he had expected a month ago happened that Monday, though big wasn’t the right word necessarily. It was subtle for anyone who didn’t know any better. The arguments turned into banter and the screaming matches about company protocol turned into tentative collaboration.

No one who hadn’t known before how much they yelled and argued would call the changes big, but there was something that made it special.

Two months ago everyone would call them rivals – enemies if they wanted to be dramatic – with a mutual hate that permeated the work floor. But now there was a soft friendship starting between them that grew through the weeks.

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A/N:

This is not a guide on how to deal with grief, for the love of god don’t take advise from fics. I have tried my best to make it not shit and somewhat accurate, but I can promise nothing.

#RR writing #tw: grief #Hamilton #alexander hamilton #thomas jefferson #philip hamilton #Hamilton AU #John Laurens mentioned #'Till Death Do Us Part #'Till Death Do Us Part Part 2 #'Till Death Do Us Part AU #jamilton

[pastelgrungewrecker]

My Pride Goeth Before His Fall

Stand up high in the prow Noble barque I steer Steady course for the haven Hew many foe-men

{More fallout from this, mind the tags, warning for eye trauma.}

“What will you do, Whirl of Polyhex, if your son’s retaliations become more... severe? How will you feel? What will you say?”

Whirl swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling his better eye brimming with tears that dripped over the lid- dewdrops that tangled in his arctic lashes.

“I’ll tell my young’n I’m proud. I’ll tell my baby bluebird I’m so, so proud...”

The words spat in the face of victims will always be cruelest- they will always be demanding and vindictive, ordering them to be Bigger and Better than the Poor Lost Souls who Hurt Them But Not Really That Much.

It will always be wrong. But still, it will continue.

This was no different.

Quickdraw breathed deep and slow, eyes no longer able to blink doe-long lashes over flickers of summer sunshine; sunshine snuffed out by someone who’s life had been so dominated by old and outcast ideals that they took Judgement on someone they deemed unworthy solely by their birth. Their existence. 

Their family.

He answered questions with a voice level and cold and calculating to a fault- a voice that felt near robotic, digressing his pain and fear and suffering and choking down the feeling of being a spectacle...

They asked him to prove his cybernetic eyes were real, he did not cry as he held his eyelids wide and slid one free- as it was taken by a lawyer as a man in gold watched in burning horror.

He did not look at the cameras all around the courtroom. He did not look at his selected peer with his destroyed hand and rage-twisted scowl. He did not feed the vindication of his audience, he did not drink down their shame as he outlined the pain and cruelty he had lived so long through.

“I retaliated as any scared little brother would.”, he said quietly, “My sister had been shot, had been beaten. They were hurting my big sister like they wanted to hurt me for so long. I had to make it stop, in that moment. In that exact second, all I wanted was for them to stop. To let me help her. To let me try to keep my big sister with us.”

“And then?”

“And then, when my sister recovered, they wanted to hurt my little sisters. My little sisters who’d... never done anything to them. They held Chrona and sliced her cheek. They restrained Dani, and Kiki.”

“They sliced your sister’s cheek? So you knew the defendant had a knife?”

“Yes.”

“And still you aggravated them?”

“They gave me a choice, did he tell you that?”, asked Quickdraw, his circuitboard eyes drilling holes through the sleaze and grease coating the loaded question, “It was either they hurt my sisters... or me. I still remember what he said, exactly.”

“A-ah. And can you say for those present...?”

“You want us to let her GO? Alright, then we wanna make a deal. You won’t let us erase the Conspawn? You want us to leave your bastard sisters alone? Then you gotta pay up Quickdraw.”, he recited, “ You pay the piper and the kiddies go home free.”

“Is that so- can you back that up with evidence?”

“Yes, the security footage that was shown yesterday also includes audio, and he can be heard clearly saying it.”

A patronizing stare before the lawyer chuckled to himself, “I find that hard to believe-”

“Then play it.”

Silence.

Quickdraw’s eyebrows tilted down- just a degree, just enough, “If it is so hard to believe, then play it. I insist sir.”

Quickdraw watched the color rise in his oppositions face before they spat demands, as the judge pursed their lips and nodded. As the footage rolled and Quickdraw refused to flinch at the sounds of gravel and rattling fences.

You want us to let her GO...

The lawyer’s face darkened in anger. He stomped to the mockingbird cage of the stand and slammed his hands onto the wood, staring between Quickdraw’s unnerving eyes.

“Tell me, sir. Is it fun to watch?”, he asked in a hiss, a glimpse of Whirl’s manic sneer visible, “Does it make you all warm and tingly, watching them rip my face open after threatening the only people I’ll ever care about?”

“Witness dismissed.”

The judge nodded as Quickdraw rose and stepped away- His growing hair tied in a braid and swaying slowly in time like the serpent trying to tempt a Messiah.

Whirl watched, pain in his face as his chest clenched like a fist closed around each lung and twisted. When his name was called, summoning him to the stand his son had already haunted, he walked like he was set for the gallows.

He sat uncomfortably, frame and soul and grief too large for the box the law settled him in in this sideshow trial.

He listened to his sins read aloud, the sneer curling so many faces except the ones that mattered. He hung his head, his own braid overlong like the anchorchain of old ships in legends forgotten by everyone except those who sang the old songs.

He knew this tactic. He knew they wanted him angry and loud and brash and cruel. He knew they wanted to use his mistakes as the ink to sign away his son’s soul.

He felt the fire that always burned in his chest cavity snuff out, tendrils of smoke leaking up and up and out through his mouth to curl into words laced in the mist of tears cried at midnight into a bottle he hid between the headboard and the wall before Brainstorm woke up.

“What will you do, Whirl of Polyhex, if your son’s retaliations become more... severe? How will you feel? What will you say?”, asked the lawyer, pondscum clinging to the words.

Whirl swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling his better eye brimming with tears that dripped over the lid- dewdrops that tangled in his arctic lashes.

“I’ll tell my young’n I’m proud. I’ll tell my baby bluebird I’m so, so proud...”

“Pride, in violence?”

“He’s... He’s been through hell, my poor li’l dino nugget.”, said Whirl, choking on his words and unable to blink away traitorous tears, “He’s seen... He’s seen too damn much. Too much I couldn’t save him from and my GOD did I try to save him...”

The lawyer faltered, seeing the liquid stardust running down both of Whirl’s cheeks now.

“He’s seen all his parents fall the hell apart- and thank God we had Frogyy, I mean. Mimi. She kept alla us goin’, kept my babies safe during that mutiny on the Lost Light.”

Those present shifted uncomfortably.

“And then we made it here- and it was s’posed to be safe, sir.”

The lawyer flinched, the judge leaned to the side to gently rest a hand on Whirl’s shoulder.

“Take a deep breath, Mister Whirl- I understand this is hard to talk of. Take your time.”

A shaking breath, “I was a fuckin’ Wrecker- cream o’the crop and all. I had killcounts and I had mission successes and I had downright MURDER under my belt and I... I helped make. I helped make Quickdraw. QD. My li’l bluebird- me ‘n my honeybee made that! And Quickdraw is...”

Whirl wiped his face with a metal hand, “Quickdraw is ev’rything I thought I fuckin’ lost, back when they took my hands... my eye.”

He looked to the lawyer, “And then someboys decided that my li’l bluebird’s wings had to be clipped. They took his eyes cause his big sister’s Papa was a Con once upon a time. Cause her daddy suffered and burned down and built back up and she used that strength to stand tall and help her siblings do that too.”

The lawyer’s face was mottled with anger and fear.

“And you’re gonna stand here, in front’f your God and your Country and your HONOR... And ask me what I’m gonna tell him when he grows into his talons and defends the nest? I’m gonna tell him I’m proud, sir. I’m gonna look at him and tell him I’m proud that he stayed soft an’ loving in all the ways I couldn’t. And I’m gonna tell him I’m proud that he knows when to fly away and call the flock and I’m proud he knows when to stand and flare his claws and fight back.”

“Don’t you-”

“Counsel, I think that is quite enough.”, said the judge flatly, “So far, the past three days have been nothing but you desperately trying to say that a boy, when faced with violence, was wrong in defending himself and you should be ASHAMED of your behavior in this court!”

The silence was heavy and thick.

“You have proven nothing except, time and time again, that the attack on this family was mindless vigilante cruelty! There is no justification for these actions and all present know it. This... constant tearing of stitches is now over, Counsel, and the jury will now be dismissed to decide the outcome.”

The slam of a gavel, the rustle of people rising to their feet.

Whirl’s head hung down, words and images swimming round and round like dying minnows in polluted lakes before someone reached in to hold his steel hands tight.

He raised his head, expecting Brainstorm or Perceptor or even Ratchet or Cyclonus.

Xaaron looked down at him, tattoos on his chin warping from the way his lips trembled.

“I... I am sorry, Whirl.”, he whispered, “I am sorry for my assumptions- about you, about the family, about everyone. I... I simply did not understand. I did not try.”

Whirl blinked, slowly.

“I can see, now, that my... my grandson, your. Your bluebird. Is a survivor. As his parents are, as. As I once was. I spent so long in misery that I forgot that it loves company- but often mistakes it for competition. You have born much, and you have fought to never let it touch him, and something in you has broken from this.”

“I tried to keep my fam’ly safe, Mister Xaaron. And I fucked it up.”

“No. No you did not. You did all that you could, with all that you had- when those who could have helped turned their back upon you.”

Whirl rose from his seat, his prosthetic hand and Xaaron’s clenched together in some kind of unity, of steadying.

He stepped down from the stand for Xaaron to stand in front of him, and bow his own head.

“I am sorry for letting my own foolishness compound this family’s grief, and pain. But I want, more than anything, to make amends.”

Whirl swallowed, another lump in his throat made of baby’s breath and grave lilies as he felt Brainstorm seem to appear at his side.

“Then come visit.”, said the scientist quietly, “Come visit, get to know them, us. Without all... this interrogation. Come learn who Quickdraw is, aside from our names and the kid’s pain. Please.”

Xaaron’s head rose, and he nodded, “I will. Once the verdict is delivered, when you all go home I.. I will come and. And visit.”

Mimi stood by Quickdraw, watching the trio converse. Mimi’s arm went around her taller but younger brother’s birdcage ribs, and she hugged him gently.

“It’s gonna be alright, pigeon.”

“Why d’you always call me pigeon?”, he huffed.

“Cause you’re actually a dove, Quickdraw, you just don’t recognize it yet.”

#pastelwrites #humanformers #fankids #crim is going to Destwoy Me UwU #mentions of eye trauma #cybernetic prosthetic fuckery

[ren1327]

Sweet Survivor Ch.9 Final

He moaned as he woke up, hearing a loud but steady beep to his left.

Why was his right side so warm?

He took another deep breath and heard a hum in his ear from the warmth under him.

“Kenji?”

His vision cleared and he found Ben pressed against his side in robe matching his, legs and feet bare.

Ben had bruises on his collar and a cut on his lip. But he was smiling at Kenji so brightly, Kenji swore he had never seen him look so beautiful.

Kenji was in a bed with him curled against his side, an arm around his neck.

If this was heaven, he would enjoy eternity in Ben’s arms.

“Did I die?” He asked him, leaning close to kiss him.

“You better had not!” A voice said from over them, startling them apart.

Kenji looked up to see a short plump woman with mocha skin, her curly black hair put up in two panda buns. Her soft cotton shirt that said “Property of Kon Incorporated” stretched over her baby bump. Her soft green eyes looked down at him in worry and he wanted to cry as her always warm hands stroked over his cheeks.

“Mijo, you scared me!” She crooned and took Kenji’s face in her hands and kissed his forehead. Ben moved back to give them space.

Kenji sniffed as she used her thumbs to brush away his tears before they fell.

“Candy?” Kenji asked. “Where am I?”

“You passed out from blood loss, Kenji.” She said, voice shaky. “Your father got you and your friends private rooms. Ben is technically supposed to be in that bed over there, but…”

She chuckled and hugged him. “Neither of us could leave your side.”

The Puerto-Rican smiled sweetly, eyes shining with unshed tears. “I want to tease you, but I’m just so happy you’re safe. Your father was a mess and little Carmen kept kicking as if to tell us her big brother was still…”

She sniffed loudly, looking up and fanning her face. “Dios mio…”

Ben smiled at Kenji, who finally looked around to see he was in a large private room, a bay window looking out over a busy city. He and Ben were in hospital robes, the lights turned low and a curtain most likely hiding the other bed and the door where he could hear people passing by.

“You’re in San Jose, Papa.” She said. “We’re staying at my old apartment.”

“We’re…We got away.” Kenji said.

“We did.” Ben said. “And Bumpy is okay from what I saw…”

Ben shook his head, schooling his anguished face into a shaky smile.

“Candy was telling me how she and your Dad met when he first came here to see Jurassic World.” Ben said. “And we just kept talking.”

“Yes.” Candy said, sitting on a plush armchair with a groan and stroking her belly. “Your Dad went to go pick up your friends families. Ben told me about Toro and Bumpy and the suck-os.”

“Suchos, Mom.” He said and Candy squeaked.

“Baby boy, you’re lucky I can’t get up right now or I’d smother you with love.” She said with a blinding smile, reaching out a hand and waving it like a fan.

Kenji took the hand she offered, noting her nails were bitten and chipped. He looked at her again, noticing how red her eyes were. How tired she looked.

“So,” She said. “I’m assuming I’m going to be getting use to my future partner hanging around?”

“What?” Kenji asked.

“Ben here has some amazing ideas for new products. A white tea mask with carob seed extract? I had no idea it could be a daily moisturizer!” She said. “That nice girl, Yazmina? She had packed a lot of things in hers and Sammy’s bags, including a book Ben said you gave to him and he has been going off about how different plants can be crushed, or oils extracted. I always get so bored when my scientists tell me this and that, but Ben really has a zest for this!”

She waved her free hand around excitedly. “I’m thinking a new daily skin care line! The launching off point of my new and improved company!”

Ben smiled up at Kenji. “She likes my ideas.”

“And I need to try that banana carob loaf.”

“Ben!” Kenji exclaimed with a blush.

“I’ve was working on that vest of yours, honey.” She said and held up his vest with thick black stiches holding the claw marks together like torn flesh. “I can get it repaired at home.”

Kenji laughed, imaging Candy struggling with the needle and her excited face when she would make the thread connect the two sides.

“Thanks Mom.” He said again.

“Oh, Baby boy.” She said as the door opened.

“Candela?” Mr. Kon called.

“Kosei!” She called. “They’re awake!”

A woman with a messy brown braid threw the curtain open.

“Ben!” She yelled and gathered Ben in her arms, picking him up like he weighed nothing, holding him like a toddler. She was petite and thin, but obviously had hidden strength.

“Whoa! Mom—" Ben said, holding on tight to her shoulders.

“Oh, my baby! I’m so sorry! I will never ever force you to do something you don’t want to ever again—”

“Sandra, he might be injured!” A broad blond man in a rumpled and stained button up said. The poor guy looked like he lived off coffee and pure anxiety.

“David!” She hissed, making him flinch back. “I thought my son was dead yesterday!”

“Ma’am?” Kenji asked.

Her big blue eyes snapped to Kenji. Her husband came up next to her.

“He has a bruised tailbone, so he should take it easy.”

“O-Oh…Was he in the same bed as you?” She asked, looking very confused as Ben hugged her back and swung his legs down to stand. His father pulled him into a hug too.

“Hey, Son.” He said, voice thick as he rubbed Ben’s back.

“Hey Dad.” Ben sniffed and turned to hug his mom again. “I missed you guys so much!”

Mr. Kon sat next to Kenji and stroked his hair.

“Mrs. Pincus?” He asked in his stern voice.

Ben’s mom looked at the man in the clearly expensive business suit. “Oh, yes, Mr.…?”

“Kon.” He said. “Kosei Kon.”

“Of Kon…” She swallowed. “Kon Incorporated?”

“Yes. I am very sad to hear of what happened to Simon.” He said, face falling as he bowed his head.

“Yes. He was a good man.” She said softly. “It’s going to be hard without him. And I know it will displace a lot of good people who loved him, loved working for him…”

“Do you have a resume handy?” Candy asked from her seat.

“Candy!” Mr. Kon scolded lightly.

Candy blinked at her husband and pouted. Kosei stared her down and her bottom lip wobbled a bit as she stroked her baby bump. The older man’s cheeks reddened at the sight of her big eyes practically begging for something unspoken between them, and he sighed.

Ben was impressed with how she was able to break down such a stern looking man.

“Mrs. Pincus. My wife would like to rebuild her own business after our daughter is born and I…we were wondering if you would be able to help by joining her employ.” He said. “I was planning on asking you after our children had rested enough, but now seems as good a time as any.”

“I’m sorry, but how do they…how do they know each other? From the camp?” Mr. Pincus asked.

“He’s my boyfriend, Dad.” Ben said, making Kenji’s head snap in his direction.

“Kosei Kon’s son is your...” Mrs. Pincus said.

She sat on the bed.

“Yeah. We kinda confessed after I survived falling from a monorail when Pteranodons attacked us. After almost dying, like, more than once,” Ben said with a tilt of his head. “We thought it best to just be honest about our feelings.”

Mr. Pincus sat down next to his wife.

“Oh.” They both said at the same time.

 *

 “You’ll come visit, right?” Sammy asked as Yaz’s Dad loaded her backpack in the backseat of their cab and her Mom hugged both of Sammy’s Dads.

“Well duh.” Yaz said, taking her girlfriend’s hands. “Gotta come see my sponsor’s new investment!”

Sammy smiled and kissed her cheek, hugging for the umpteenth time.

Darius waved as his mom hugged him close.

“Don’t forget to message me!” Brooklynn called.

“Every day!” He promised her, sliding in his own cab behind his brother.

Roxy gave Brooklynn a big hug as her mom and aunt thanked Dave and Claire over and over, her aunt still crying happy tears.

Kenji held Ben’s hands as their parents waited for them in separate cabs.

Kenji rubbed his thumb over Ben’s bruised knuckles.

“It’ll only be a few months, right?” Kenji asked.

“Well, we need time to pack, pick a house and settle.” Ben said softly. “Besides…still…a little fast for me.”

“Scared of the B word?” Kenji joked.

“Scared of the expectations that come with being a boyfriend. Not to mention all the new things.” He said. “I mean, realistically…we might not even last.”

“Don’t worry.” Kenji said. “When you move to California…I’ll drive over whenever you want to see me and give you space when you don’t.”

Ben blushed and gave him a blank look.

“Who are you and what have you done with Kenji Kon?” Ben asked, making a face.

Kenji kissed the wrinkle over his nose. “I’m still Kenji. Being the best at everything. Including boyfriend.”

Ben leaned up and kissed his jaw. “You already are. No expectations needed.”

“Back at you.” Kenji said, kissing him softly. “Besides. I think my Mom and Dad love you too much for me to mess this up.”

Ben chuckled and smiled softly up at him. “See you later?”

Kenji put on his rose-gold aviators.

“You betcha, Sweet thing!”

Ben wrinkled his nose, but couldn’t hide his smile as they parted.

  THREE YEARS LATER…

 The shrill beeping of his phone went off.

Kenji took a deep breath and tried to sit up, but two arms refused to let him budge.

“Seriously, what’s with this grip?” Kenji whispered, trying to peel off his boyfriend’s fingers.

“No…” Ben whined, adjusting to hug him around the waist, the thin sheet covering their bodies falling to expose more of Ben’s skin.

“Baby, I gotta get my phone.” He said and Ben whined again, hugging a pillow.

He sat up and reached over to get his cell, seeing Brooklynn and Darius’s picture on it. He swiped it and sighed, seeing it was four am.

“What is it, Dino-Nerd?” He asked. “Ben has class tomorrow and I got a meeting I gotta shadow with my Dad—”

“Is Ben there?” Darius asked.

“My boyfriend of three years who lives with me? That Ben?”

“Kenji!”

“Yes! Ben is here!” He groaned and Ben sat up, pulling the sheet up to his chin. “Aren’t you supposed to be at Claire’s office or—”

“Put me on speaker.” Darius said.

Kenji tapped the button and sighed. “Done.”

“Ben?”

“Yeah?” He asked sleepily. “Did the relocation go okay?”

“Bumpy was moved.” Darius said, sounding out of breath.

“Yeah, you told me Zia said they were gonna be relocated to—”

“She wasn’t relocated to the island!” Brooklynn’s voice said suddenly. “We came to check up and—oh my god, they’re getting away!”

“What?!” Ben yelled, and Kenji hugged him close.

“I can see Claire and Owen!” Darius said in the background.

“Guys? Wait, then where is she?” He asked.

“She’s on the mainland!” Brooklynn said. “She was taken to Lockwood Manor and—Darius, duck!”

They heard a squeal. “We’re okay.”

“Lockwood Manor?” Kenji asked.

“She’s not the only one!” Darius said. “There’s so many! Wait is that…Toro?!”

“Get in the car, get in the car!” Barry yelled over the phone. “We’ll recon around the property and pick them up.”

They heard a far-off roar and the sound of an engine.

“Guys!” Ben yelled.

“We’re okay! But you need to spread the word! Get your families up north as soon as possible! We’re going to stay and help Claire and Owen!” Darius said. “There’ so many and I know Owen and Claire are going to need help. We hate to ask you…”

Kenji looked at Ben. His boyfriend nodded; determination set on his face.

“We’re in.”

#jurassic world camp cretaceous #camp cretaceous #kenji kon #ben pincus #jw bumpy #jw brooklynn #darius bowman #sammy gutierrez #yaz fadoula #jw fanfic #jw benji #jwcc #thank you for following me! #thanks for the support #camp cretaceous fanfic #camp cretaceous sweet survivor

[iceywrites]

For AnonymousNuisance: YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO GOT MY PHINEAS AND FERB JOKE my crack head partner, my dudebro. I hope I reach your level of roasting here. I tried.

Sorry I forgot to queue this one 😌😌👉👈

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(So what's happening here is Ash is describing the people to the police department. He's safe, don't worry about that. Dialogue in normal, everything else in italic).

'First up, Frederick Arthur.' Fucking great. Ash thought.

So Arthur looks like a cartoon bomb blew up on his face and he thought his hair looked great like that so he kept it. He's the kind of whiny bitch who just wants attention. There's clingy and then there's Arthur. The reason why I didn't want to fight him was because I do want to look at him. The moment I saw him, 'I knew you were trouble' was playing in the background. I mean, look at this dude. How can you look at him ad not ask the question 'why'? There may not be any answer to the why but that's the first question that pops in my head when I look at him. Why? He's the kind of guy who'd steal a color pencil from his little cousin and feel badass about that. I just Ash rubbed his temples why?

Next up, Dino Golzine.

You'd think with all the money he has, his power would be something exquisite like guns and such but no. His special power is his bald head. If he stands under the sun, his head would reflect every fucking light ray landing on it, blinding everyone. You know like Medusa but a pedophile. He has the most grandpa face but the thing is, this guy will quite literally kill you call him that. For him, its a slur. But its alright if you call him papa. Like what the fuck dude? Do you have a Daddy kink? Even if you do, why the fuck would you want your people to call you papa? That's like a Victorian orphan calling his father figure papa for the first time. I don't even know what else to say about him

Ash rubbed his temples yet again. He was getting tired of that shit. And as if heavens had decided that he'd had enough, Eiji entered the room.

"Are you done?"

Ignoring Charlie's protests, Ash answered, "Yep. Thank you. Toodles bitches."

#for the 100 followers thingy #banana fish #ash lynx #eiji okumura #i might delete this later it just feels really childish

[fairydust-stuff]

Banana Fish Buffy the vampire Slayer crossover Special!  Instead of Fox ,Dino hires a different predator to bring him Ash a decision him and everyone involved quickly come to regret.

Angelus walks into Lee Manor whistling still covered in blood he’s wearing a green neck scarf. the hushed voices of the two teenage boys seated on the sofa fade to silence.

“ Now you boys wouldn’t happen to be plotting would you, I wouldn't want to wake up tied to the bed with someone holding lighter fluid over me. Though it was a good effort, Yue. Even you did just exceed at pissing me off” Angelus added cheerfully.

“ You know what they say, third times the charm” Yut Lung’s tone is deceptively pleasant. “ I’m guessing by your new accessory Papa Dino is no more”

“ The old man was so annoying, Capture Ash Lynx blah blah blah I understand being obsessed with a blond superhero but if your not good at breaking people hand the whip to someone who knows how to use it,” Angelus said with annoyance. “ Don’t get me wrong some of his ideas were good but the execution D minus for effort.”

They’ve been holding each other he can smell it on them how adorable he’s glad he decided to keep Sing around after all. The two of them are much more fun as a set.

“ Shit you‘re in a good mood that’s never good” Sing looks uneasy.

Angelus plants himself between the two of them and stretches himself out one hand by each of their shoulders. “ Go to channel eight” this is directed at Sing The fourteen-year-old picks up the remote and flips the tv on.

Yut Lung has already started on the wine like a good little sixteen-year-old alcoholic. Angelus has contemplated getting rid of every bottle in the mansion just to see him go through withdrawal symptoms but has decided it’s not worth the risk of the kid possibly dying. Besides he’s got a million other ways to make him suffer. “ The Christen killer seems to have struck again the body of a blond eighteen-year-old boy crucified and turned upside down as a clear mockery of the Christen Faith”

Yut Lung scoffs “ What does this have to do with anything?”

“ Keep watching Yuey,” Angelus says in a cheerful voice.

“ the boy has been identified as Ash Lynx former gang leader”

Angelus looks over Sing’s face pales and Yut Lung’s face is clouded disbelief. The vampire shuts the tv off. “ Guess who finally bagged a Lynx” he gloats.

“ No, he’s not really dead…..he’s just playing a trick” Yut Lung mumbles standing up “ That’s just some random boy you picked up off the streets”

Angelus fixes a look of false sympathy on his face “ No I’m afraid it’s not” He grabs Yut Lung’s elbow and turns him so he’s forced to meet his eyes. “ Cinderella is never going to the ball again” then he pulls out one green eye from his pocket.

The head of the Lee family crumples to the floor a high-pitched anguished sound emerges from his throat. Angelus drinks the sight in deeply its hard to get a satisfying reaction from the kid. So when he hits that sweet spot it is euphoric.

“ Kill me” it’s not even screamed just a weak plea for mercy from a severely depressed teenage boy.

“ Nah! you don’t get to die” Angelus tilts his chin up so he’s looking up at him like some sort of God. Its fitting Angelus does control his fate. “ I don’t get why your so eager to go, you’d just burn in Hell for an eternity” truthfully Angelus isn’t sure of that considering the Chinese have a different belief system someone up there might decide reincarnation is more fitting for this wreck of a boy which would undo all his hard work. Now to deliver the finishing blow “ Like, Ash is”

Yut Lung runs out of the room chocking back sobs with anyone else Angelus would think he broke them but the boy had surprised him before. Even posing Blanca’s dead body in a reenactment of Judas’s suicide and offering his actual bloody heart to Yut Lung hadn’t been the devastating blow he thought it would be. Sure the kid was upset judging by his attempted seduce and burn him alive attempt but Angelus had aimed for curl up and whimper, not revenge.

“Just leave him alone you shit!” Sing lost his temper

“I normally don’t finish other’s art projects but his face is poetry and that body is an unfinished canvas. I’m going to craft the sloppy mess they left behind into something agonizingly beautiful” Angelus gloats “ A little side project while I wait to start working on my passion project”

“ Who’s your passion project” Sing asks

Ah, Sing hitting on what truly matters, Angelus thinks with some fondness. “Let’s have some fun, you're going to introduce me to Ash’s group,” the vampire says instead.

“ What the hell makes you think I’d do that?” Sing demands

Angelus just turns and walks up the stairs and up to the bedroom.” Oh Yuey come out and play!” he says in a sing-song voice Sing shot out dragon fang honestly what a ridiculously childish name, Angelus dodged his weapon with a laugh. He can hear Yut lung’s sharp breaths on the other side of the door before he opens it the kids hugging his knees in the middle of that big bed. Hair half out of his braid. Angelus stalks over and runs a hand over the boy’s leg feeling a slight tremble. Angelus contemplates Does he want to feel him up just to show he can or leave burns on the tender skin of those legs?

“ Haven’t you tormented me enough?” it's almost a whisper

“ Hey blame Sing, for choosing Eiji over you again”

“ You bastard! That’s not what’s happening!” Sing protested he’s caught up and he lands a punch on Angelus the vampire blocks and tosses him to the floor. Angulus slides a hand into his pocket. “ I’ll do it, I’ll do it just leave him alone!” the younger boy pleads.

“Really, Sing I had the lighter ready and everything. He’s so fickle” Angelus complained to Yut Lung “ Ah well we’ll play another day” he promises. The vampire blows the boy on the bed a kiss as he leaves with Sing he turns to Yut Lung’s bodyguards “ Watch him make sure he doesn’t die” they nod their human faces vamping out…

“I kinda miss how he was before, trying not to be clingy while wanting to grab onto me, so desperate” Angelus smirks. The two of them are standing on the New York subway.

“ You love the sound of your own voice” Sing observes.

“I was trapped by that nauseating soul, for years. It had me rescuing puppies, puppies! I used to nail those to people’s doors. Think Yut Lung would be upset if I nailed a dog to his door?” Angelus asked “ You are asking me for ways to torment my leader?” Sing demanded incredulously “ Oh right you have a crush don’t you” Angelus laughed. “ I keep forgetting that cause of the whole betrayal thing” “ He was the one working with Dino my cousin’s murderer” Sing argued

“ You think Yue wasn’t plotting against him?” Angelus chuckled “ Maybe that’s why I like you two. Years of do-gooder pep rallies and the constant we help the helpless rah rah rah. And your all hell with it! Your still both gooey in the middle but I’m going to fix that” he promises, vamping out and advancing on one of the homeless people near the back. He had after all missed breakfast.

Sing was looking rather pale by the time he got off the subway Angelus fixed his leather jacket “ I look good right, no blood on the mouth?” he asked “ Now remember only good things or I’ll be paying your pretty cousin Nadia a visit. Maybe I’ll grab of a few your guys as a midday snack” ...

“ We don’t talk to the police” they’ve been incredibly unhelpful,” says the handsome blond man before him who must be Max Lobo. He looks haggard and worn Angelus is pleased with how big an effect his actions have had on the group.

“ I’m a private detective” Angelus pulls out one of the Angel Investigations business cards he’d stolen. “ Sing told me you might need some help catching this mad artist”

“ You mean sicko with a god complex” Ibe retorts.

Sing laughs, he'll pay for that later Angelus thinks. He’s about to draw on some of his Angel speeches the soul makes him act like such a….His thoughts are frozen at the sight of a baby faced nineteen years old with an athletic build and big eyes. This must be Ash’s, Eiji the one he was sorry for not being able to protect. “ I’m sorry, I’m not usually up this late” his voice is hoarse and his eyes are red-rimmed.

“ This is detective Angel he’s a friend of Sing’s,” Ibe says. “ Oh, I’ll make you some tea,” The boy says quickly hurrying to the kitchen and starting up the pot. “ Its the least, I can do for a friend of Sings”

“ Some tea would be nice” Angelus comments. Eiji prepares tea for all three of them.

“ My condolences about your lover” the vampire lies.

“ Thank you, Ash had his flaws but...he didn’t deserve” Eiji pauses

“ I want to bring this man to justice but I need your help. Can you describe everything you saw that night every detail?” Angelus says in a smooth professional voice.

Eiji recites in a dull tone how he found Ash’s body its secretly quite fun for Angelus pretending he was unclear and asking for him to repeat himself, demanding more gory details.

“ that’s enough Ibe,” says harshly noting Eiji’s face.

“ Its necessary for the investigation” Angelus replies “ Its best to pry while every detail is fresh in his mind” he wants to laugh at how easily Eiji defends him as he continues tugging at the fraying threads of the boy’s grief. After the questioning Angelus leaves them the card and promises to keep in touch.

Eiji is sickeningly good, putting his feels on the backburner for the sake of others. He reeks of insecurity and doubt and despite his grief, there’s still a sparkle of naive hope in him. Also, something tells him the boys never been touched, considering Ash’s hang-ups about sex. Angelus normally finds these things not so appealing in boys but there’s such a girlish feel to this boy despite his athleticism that Angelus finds himself wanting to ruin and consume him. The way he would Drucilla or Buffy and the way the gangs in New York latch onto him like lost puppies. Angelus likes the idea of snuffing out the little light they’ve found in the dark world they live in. “ Wait here, Sing I’ve got to get something from the store”...

“ You shouldn’t get too attached to that” Sing comments as Yut Lung snuggles the kitten on his lap. the boy’s laughing at the little licks from the sandpaper tongue Angelus scoops up the kitten which cries out in terror and snaps its little neck. “ Why did you?” the boy yells

“ Present for your enemy Eiji” Angelus commented. “ But it didn’t have anything to do with it!” Yut Lung argues “ Neither did your brother’s children” Angelus returned. “It’s fun to kill defenseless things that can’t fight back right Yue?” he taunts stroking the dead kitten…

Angelus shoves Yut Lung down and receives a dark look “ Your not still mad about the little furball” he taunts. The boy remains silent

“ I’m sure you’ll add it to your list of things to avenge. Angelus runs his tongue along the boy’s wrist contemplatively. “ That’s the problem with you Eastern type everything has to be avenged or its dishonor” the vampire mocks brushing the boy’s neck lightly with his mouth.

“ If your smart you’ll kill me now” Yut Lung warns.

“ But your so cute and helpless” Angelus lifts the quipo slowly and runs his tongue along Yut Lung’s thigh he vamps out and bites down a cry escapes the boy under him. He licks the blood savoring the taste god its been too long. Yut Lung’s silent hatred makes it sweeter. Then the phone rings “ Yes!” he snaps “ Angel I….m... sorry….for…” the shaky voice on the other end is music to his ears. “ Eji what’s wrong?” he fakes concern “ Someone nailed a...a kitten to my door” the Japanese boy managed to get out.

“ Where are you” Angelus clamps a hand on Yut Lung���s ankle just missing as the boy rolls off the bed and makes a break for it. “ I’m staying with a friend,” Eiji says. “ Alright, I’ll be there first thing tomorrow night at eight” Angelus slams down the phone. “ So you're in the mood to play tonight are you Yuey?” the vampire walks into the hall scenting the air “ Alright, let's play hide and seek” he starts walking the halls “ 1, 2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9” he stops in front of the bathroom door the scent of blood and fear so strong he can almost taste it “ 10” he whisks the door open only to get shoved backward by a long-haired boy into a bathtub of holy water!...

It took Angelous a whole day to heal with the damage a whole day. He had to reschedule with his masterpiece and by that time Yut Lung was long gone. How the hell he managed to slip by his former vampiric bodyguards the former Scourge of Europe had no clue. Sing seemed to have not come back as well which meant those two had planned this. Angelus bet his little boyfriend smuggled him the holy water. When he got his hands on them both ...

“ So you think it’s the same guy who killed your boyfriend?” Angelus asked

“ What other fucker could it be!” Eiji snapped “ Sorry”

“It’s ok you’ve had a bad night. Eiji, I get the impression you're not telling me everything. Do you others to get hurt because you failed to cooperate?” Angelus asked

“ Papa Dino, he didn’t like Ash. We think he may have hired someone to get rid of all of us” Eiji interjects.

Yes me, Angelus thinks to himself not that it went well for the Godfather wannabe or his cohorts. “ Is there anyone else who may wish you harm?” Angelus asked “ Yut Lung Lee,” Eiji says.

“ Isn’t Hau Lee the current head of the Lee clan?” Angelus asked with phony surprise

“ They have a secret seventh brother” Eiji makes a face.

“ I take it your not fond of him” So the feud goes both ways.

“ Even so he’s been silent for weeks” Eiji comments “ And what happened last night. He’s cruel but even he wouldn’t do something like that” Angelus asks a few more questions “ Dam is it nine already” he commented.

“ How about I make you some dinner? It's the least I can do” Eiji offers.

“ You are not looking to break any stereotypes ” Angelus teased.

“ I can still spit in your meal” Eiji jokes. While dining on fish and vegetables the two converse.

“ So what you do besides catch scary serial killers?” Eiji asked “ I like ballet, I draw, I read, love the classics” Angelus admits. “ You” though he already knows photography and pole vaulting. He’s done his research or rather Yut Lung did and was always ready to complain about Eiji Okumura.

Eiji’s face crumples and he starts crying right there on the table. Angelus pulls him into a hug “ Thank….you…..I’m sorry...i” Eiji breaks off. “ Ash, he also loved the classics ”

“ its, fine let it all out’ The vampire soothing I can't believe I’m saying this cheesy crap, you better be worth it Angelus thought. “ I understand what you’re going through…..I lost my whole family to a killer” Yes, me I ripped their throats out.

Eiji’s horrified expression makes Angelus struggle to control himself. “ I’m so sorry, is that why you became a detective?” Eiji asked

“ I’m not a good person Eiji, I’ve done terrible things to deal with my grief” Angelus channels the soul and broods.

“ You're not a bad person,” Eiji tells him softly but with conviction. “ You should stay away from me” Angelus gets up and leaves the house smirking when he’s out of view…

The vampire sits across from the round-faced Japanese boy. The boy has circles under his eyes and the expression on his face resembles that of a lost puppy rather than that of a human. After weeks of ghosting him, dodging his calls Angelus has pulled I don’t want to but now I’m going to tell you the absolute truth ruse. He agreed to meet with Eiji to clear things up and damn he should win an Oscar.

In the meantime, he’s been trying to find his slippery teenage duo. He knows Yut Lung has safe houses all over New York due to his family’s activities well-stocked with weapons, medical and most likely staff furthermore absolutely no invitation inside. Last time he had the advantage of being invited in while attending a meeting with Golzine. Yut Lung had been low key furious when he found out about the vampire thing and how Dino had knowingly let one into his home. He can’t even use Sings guys because they appear to have disappeared as well.

“ First mafia and trafficking now demons! The worlds turning darker every time I turn around” there’s bitterness in his young voice. “ And without Ash….” he gulps and tears start to pour from his eyes. “ I’m so….r...r..y i” “ He meant a lot to you it's understandable you miss him” Angelus takes his hand “ And I’m going to help find whoever killed Ash” he vowed. “ For now I hear the gooseberry pie is to die for”

Eiji opens his mouth but the two of them are interrupted by two Asian men wheeling in a dinner cart. They were young clean-cut and wearing waiter uniforms. “ Order of flaymonyong?” one of them asked “ I’m sorry you have the wrong table, we haven’t even ordered yet,” Eiji says. One of the men reaches for the silver dish lid the vampire feels annoyed “ Look he said you had the wrong table so why…….”

The guys whisked the lid off to reveal a flamethrower. Eiji knocks the vampire out of the way the blast just misses them. The other waiters rush forward also Chinese he notices. Two of them tackle Eiji pinning him to the ground he trashes and bucks. The guy with the flamethrower fires it up again but this time the vampire is ready throwing his shoulder against the fragile human as hard as possible. The sound of something snapping makes him grin. The other Chinese men advance the vampire beckons them forward. “ So how much were you Bruce Lee wannabees paid to die?” he taunts

Two of them pull out their super soaker guns and aim holy water! Angelus snarls with rage and pain his shoulder sizzling. “ Angel, Eiji’s managed to get free and takes the other blasts for him getting utterly soaked. The vampire reaches past him for the hand which he crashes then grabbing the pained man uses him to smack into the other guy knocking them both down. Then he swipes a knife from the table and does three quick slices and two neck snaps. “ Why doesn’t that bastard leave me alone? Ash is gone! What does he want?” Eiji yells “ Go in the kitchen and call Ibe and Max to come and get you” The vampire orders. “ I’m going to make sure that’s all of them” he added. Eiji opens his mouth “ Go!” Angelus snarls. Once Eiji is gone the vampire pulls one of the dead men’s cell phones out of his pocket. He calms and puts Eijji in a taxi promising to continue this tomorrow...

The phone starts ringing, just as he arrives outside his fancy new apartment.

“ Gao?” a soft-spoken young voice comes through.

“ Hello, Angel investigations home of the no fun do-gooders” The vampire smirks.

The sharp exhale on the other end was worth it “ You survived” the boy says calmly. Angelus hears Sings outraged cry in the background.

“ Yut Lung Lee, I’m not gay but that voice of yours does things to me,” the vampire said obnoxiously. “ The rest of you isn’t too far from my fantasies either”

“ Funny, you appear in my fantasies most often as a charred corpse or a stain on the street” Yut Lung said with false sweetness. “ That bastard better keep you out of his fantasies!” Sing again. “ Yue, I’m glad you called” the vampire exclaims “ I need some of your venom spewing cynicism” he pauses “ Three hours with the Japanese boy scout. I swear, I saved Ash from picket fence purgatory!” he complained “You don’t get to say his name, Angelus!” Yut Lung spat

“ Go back to LA to Sunny whatever or even go pillage in the Caribbean Islands. Leave Ash’s Japanese boy alone and leave New York, this is your last warning” Yut Lung’s voice is cold.

Angelus laughs “ Your so obsessed with him you’d try to protect someone you can't stand because he’s the last piece of Ash you have left. God you're delightfully pathetic” “ Maybe but I will average Ash Lynx” Yut Lungs tone is ice “ Yuey you got damseled by the New York underworld's favorite hostage.” the vampire said with contempt. “ By all means take your best shot, I love a good Comedy.” “ How are your burns?” Yut Lung taunts

“ I’ll let you know as I’m slowly taking my revenge,” Angelus says smoothly.

“ You think you can do anything to me that hasn’t already been done,” Yut Lung says sardonically.

“It’s not the act, its all in the performance.” He pauses “I could trail burns down those wanton thighs of yours or maybe I’ll be nice enough to respect the ancient Chinese tradition of footbinding. I like the idea of mutilating those pretty feet of yours.”

Then he hung up and reaches for a pile of rough sketches he’d been working on. “ Your leading man is dead so your mine for the taking, the both of you” he pauses “ First which one of your friends do I kill next” he closes his eyes and selects one of his pictures. Then he hears footsteps turning around he sees a dark-haired woman. “ Hello, Dru” Angelus grinned. “ Do it, Daddy! Make the envious Moon weep until he no longer glows. He’ll taste of fresh lemons and pomegranates” Drucilla says excitedly.

“ Oh i’ll get to our succulent femmefatale eventually now I’m focused on another. Now let’s see who I can nab for dinner” his face vamps out...

“ Another dead end,” Eiji says looking exhausted The two of them combing through the crime photos. It’s not his finest work Angelus admits but he’s still proud of it. Then there’s a knock on the door Angel opens to reveal a man with red hair. “ Charlie?” Eiji says then the color drains from his face at the man’s expression “ No no not anymore I can’t take it!” he insists. “ I’m sorry Eiji,” Charlie says...

“ He always believed in me he used to say I could be a little more selfish,” Eiji says in a dry whisper. “ I was never the type to go for things but Ibe always…..how many more”

The boy doesn’t talk much after that during their outing which suits Angelus fine he’s not after the boy for his stimulating conversation skills. The excuse was he wanted to cheer Eiji up but honestly, its because Drucilla told him “the Moon was angry and stick and straw houses would fall” So Angelus is not surprised to see his house blown to rubble in a fiery explosion nor is he surprised to see three of Yut Lung’s men armed with stakes in case his vampire healing spared him said fiery death. They were here to finish the job. They took one look at healthy alive smiling Angelus and ran for it, unfortunately, he’s with Eiji so he can't rip off their limbs and mail them back to their leaders.

Eiji looks at him after a long thoughtful moment of silence“ I’m sorry you got dragged into this, I’m dropping the case” “ What?” Angelus demanded “It’s too dangerous for you to be around me, here’s some money for a hotel I’m sorry!” Eiji leaves. Dam it that brat ruined his plans Angelus is furious. He’s interrupted by humming he turns to see Drucilla “ Shhhh Miss Edith Daddy is very cross” the vampire chides her doll. “ Come on Dru let's grab a bite in Chinatown ” Angelus vamps out…

Angelus gets a call from Eiji two days later “ Angel, Yut Lung contacted me he says he’s got evidence on who killed Ash. He wants to meet in Central Park”

Angelus grins “ You think it's a trap?” Well, it is but not for Eiji. The little whore is using himself as bait, but if Angelus plays his cards right then he should be able to grab Yut Lung and use him as a hostage to get an invite from Sing. Of course, there’s still Eiji to worry about. Then Angelus comes up with a solution.

“ I need you to come with me just in case, please” Eiji pleads.

“ Of course” Angelus hangs up the phone and turns to Drucilla “ What do you say Dru ready to go to the park?”...

“ You made it,” Yut Lung says standing there.

If Eiji is soft cuddles in the morning Yut Lung is the dirty polaroid stashed secretly in a man’s drawer Angelus muses. Ash may not have been drawn to him like Eiji but the vampire bets he still a small hold on the boy. Yut Lung is all dressed up when they meet him makeup applied, hair done up its like he wants to be taken. It's like he’s living breathing art even his movements are fluid, every step a light tease.

Still, Angelus is going to bind those feet, the air of challenge in those delicate movements gets under his skin.

“ I was worried I’d have to draw you a map” a taunt on those red lips.

“ No tricks Yut Lung where’s the evidence?” Eiji asks

“ Right here” Yut Lung takes out a gun and puts bullet after bullet into Angelus. The vampire crazed with pain doesn’t realize he’s backing up into a tree until he hits it a familiar sharp object sails towards him and the vampire finds himself wrapped up in strings a familiar sharp object penetrating his stomach. Sing swings down from the branches.

“ You think you got me, oh Dru!” he calls the vampiress bursts from her four hours ago hiding spot and grabs Yut Lung pressing her nails to his throat. “ Aaand he doesn’t make it to first base” Angelus taunts. " Though he has been around the field a few times"

“Another one!” Sing exclaims

“ Sing kill him!” Yut Lung ordered.

Drucilla smiled “ Shhhh you used to be a dolly made of sugar to hide the taste of arsenic when you kissed the lizards. You burned the wicked Dragons. Even though you were too late to save the princess before they made her all red.”

Yut Lung gapes at her “ How do you know?”

Drucilla strokes his hair softly and for a moment she seems almost lucid“ My mummy is dead too, daddy name with his teeth like needles. The wolf came to the door but he dressed in the skin of a priest.” she laughs “ We’ll make you all red too. You don’t have to smile when Daddy makes you part you’re legs. We’ll be brides together, I'll carry you under the stars” She promises.

“ Like hell, you will!” Sing exclaimed

Drucilla looks at him and laughs “ Hades and Persephone will ride off with the Moon. The mountain Lion crushed beneath their feet.” she taunts.

“ Isn’t she wonderful? this is Drucilla my masterpiece” Angelus brags.

“ You mean she used to be human” Sing said in horror.

“ And sane and pure and oh so good. She was going to be a nun and declare her vows to God” Angelus said mockingly.

“ You hurt her, you broke her, you took her dam sanity” Yut Lung looks like he wants to rip the vampires’ eyes out with his bare nails.

“ I was going to do the same to you both” Angelus croons.

“ I won’t let that happen,” says Eiji pointing a gun at Drucilla.

“ Daddy who is this?” Drucilla asked in confusion

“ Just Eiji he was the other one I was focused on” Angelus wants to get on with things. “ I can’t see you ” Then Drucilla had a look of realization and lunges for Eiji. the boy fires a gun straight through her head which doesn’t kill her but causes her to scream. Sing moves and shoves a stake through her heart.

“ Not supposed to be here …..” then she turns to dust.

Angelus feels her loss not the loss of a man for his lover but an artist for his greatest work. Angelus breaks through Sing’s flimsy strings furiously. Yut Lung attacks Angelus pins his wrists “ Tonight doesn’t seem to be working out for you Yuey maybe if I give you a rousing cheer!” then he groans as a bullet pieces his chest. Yut Lung slips a needle under his skin and Angelus feels his body flop to the ground.

Then he sees the smoking gun. “ Eiji how could you, I thought we were friends” Eiji flashes him, his middle finger.

“ Congratulations you finally caught on after what a month” Angelus sneered.

“ Why couldn’t you have paralyzed his mouth too Yue?” Sing groans

“ He needed to have some awareness, for personal satisfaction,” Yut Lung says. “ I’ve contacted the Council we have a few minutes”

“ Even when taking out someone for the safety of the community you can’t stop being a sadistic bastard” Eiji complained.

“ He was going to give me locus feet” Yut Lung argued.

“ You fucking bastard!” Sing raged.

“ I’m going to do even more until those feet are completely useless” Angelus vows.

Both Sing and Yut Lung shiver. “ I’ll teach Sing all the wonderful things I learned in Tibet”

“ How could I have thought you were here to help me?” Eiji says with disgust

“Because Eiji if there was a first place for the biggest idiot you’d win the grand prize. I’d rather be back in Hell then continue to hang out with you” Angelus informs him.

“ Why did you?” Eiji asked

“ Because I wanted to taint, and corrupt you in every way,” the vampire says. “ I wanted you spread out on my sheets but you were so hung up on Ash, you friend-zoned me, me!” “ Clearly a bad choice on his part,” said Yut Lung sarcastically

“ You killed Ibe and Ash as a part of some sick game to hurt me” Eiji spat.

“ You were going to be my comeback piece,” Angelus said.

“ This pretentious fuck thinks he’s an artist,” said Sing with an eye roll.

“ So what did finally light a red dot in your empty noggin?” Angelus taunted

“ Yut Lung I realized he wasn’t trying to kill me but you. He wouldn’t do that unless. I went to Max and we did some investigating of our own. Three people saw you the night of Ibe’s murder with red hands. They were just too scared. I contacted Sing and Yut Lung and the three of us made this plan” Eiji said.

“ Enough talk” Yut Lung says with a nod

Sing goes up the tree to retrieve something.

“ You think the Watchers council can hold me?” Angelus laughs

“ They won’t have a chance to try” Yut Lung pulls out a stake and Sing comes back with a Jar. “ You want to do the honors Eiji chan, he wronged you the most” Angelus doesn’t register until seconds before Eiji holds the stake over his heart “ This is for Ash and everyone you ever raped, tortured or killed” Yut Lung holds the jar under him and Eiji drives the stake deep...

Angelus looks at the familiar fiery cubicle “ You know you guys could have redecorated since last I was here” the door opens and a familiar blond boy with green eyes walks through the door.

“ Are you a demonic projection or the real thing?” Angelus asked

Bastard!” a punch sails directly into his gut.

“ Hi, Ash got the guys upstairs really give you a reprieve to torment me.?” Angelus asked curiously “ I’m flattered”

“ This is my torment every sick thing I did for Dino I have to do for them. He’s a fan of my dam work!” Ash sounds beyond self-loathing

“ Yep definitely in Hell! I work my undead ass off sticking it God and humanity in general only to get passed over for some seventeen-year-old hack!” Angelus complained, “ So what Whips, chains, crabs ?”

“ Time to explain why you fucked up” Ash smirked. “ Drucilla never saw Eiji”

“ Come on your telling me your damsel was the difference between me winning or dying him?” Angelus exclaimed incredulously

“ Yut Lung was a mixed bag among the powers that be. Half the people upstairs wanted to put him on Hell’s legislator and be done with it especially after the Lee family slaughter. The other half debated he deserved a chance. In the end, it was love that saved him, Lang Lui his mom caught word and advocated on her little boy's behalf. She’s quite the pistole over on the other side and was smart enough to drum up enough favors for this day” Ash laughed.

“ We got it wrong Angelus, Eiji wasn’t meant to be saved he was meant to guide and protect others.”

Angelus processes this “ Those goodie two shoes used me!” he raged

“ Yut Lung and Eiji hated each other. Worse Sing was left torn between them. You were the nudge all three of them needed to become a united front. It was what the powers hoped for.” Ash grins “ There going to save so many people and its all because of you”

Angelus feels utterly horrified.

“ And it gets better you see Angelus just because you choose evil doesn’t mean good was done with you. You had more chances than any of us and you blew them!” Ash spits

“ I have no soul,” Angelus said in a well duh voice.

“ Neither did Darla or Spike heck Drucilla could've gotten redemption maybe if you hadn’t used her one last time. You robbed that girl of so much! Even with a soul, You were never serious about helping anyone; it was always about Buffy or the Shanshu prophecy or appeasing your own guilt. That’s why when you lost that guilt it was fucking party time” Ash hissed.

“ Are you torturing me or yourself?” Angelus mocks

“ I’m just getting to the good part,” the blond says sweetly “ See every act of evil you did brought out some good”

“How?” Angelus demands

“It’s funny you did so much good as a murderous psychopath because the face of your inhumanity brought out the compassion, kindness, strength of those who didn’t even know they had it” Ash finished.

“ Oh god no please no more just no more!” Angelus’s mind is reeling all that work, all that planning.

“ And guess what? we have an eternity to go over all of the ripples you created in the lives of others while souled and not. I’m talking about every sinner and saint and all of the good they did throughout their lives and how they influenced others. Welcome back to Hell you piece of shit. I’m the new management. I'm here to make sure your stay is as unpleasant as possible. So today lets start with all the nice laws that got passed because of you and Darla’s rampages!” Ash says in a cutesy voice.

Angelus lets out a wail of anguished despair that echoes throughout all of hell. The end

#banana fish #buffy the vampire slayer #Eiji Okumura #ash lynx #sing soo ling #yut lung lee #asheiji #yuesing #angelus #drucillia #Angelus/Eiji one sided #Angelus/Yut Lung implications #yut lung/sing #Yut/Sing/Eiji team up #angelus needs to kill instead of tormenting

[marquisoforder]

In a perfect world where the incestuous demon spawn little shit Sebastian didn’t kill my boy Raphael, Lilly Chen and Raphael Santiago might have to babysit the Lightwood Bane babies...

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“Oooohh someone’s getting laid tonight!”

Magnus blinks at the vampire leaning against the wall, a wide grin plastered across her face. When Alec said he would ask a friend to babysit the kids tonight, Lilly Chen was the last person Magnus thought he’d go for. But as the fates would have it, pretty much everyone else had been busy with their own plans tonight.

“About time I did,” The warlock retorts right back and smirks at Lilly who throws her head back in laughter. “who knew having kids would constantlyget in the way of me getting some.”

“I can’t believe the twelve year old actually married you.” Another voice speaks up from the couch and Magnus shakes his head before turning to Raphael Santiago, curled up on the sofa with another one of his insufferable smirks gracing his otherwise innocent face.

“Alec is not twelve years old, he hasn’t been twelve for quite sometimes now.”

“Oh I forgot.” Raphael shakes his head as Lily walks over to join him on the couch. “Sad how he wasn’t able to make an impression on me since he was twelve. Lack of personality, I suppose. Explains why he married you.”

“Raphael!” Lily feigns incredulity but Magnus can see the smile in her eyes. “Be nice!”

“Yes Raphael, be nice!” Magnus adds in the most patronizing tone he can summon up just as Alec shuffles into the room behind Max and Rafe, each wearing their dino pajamas – Rafe in red and Max in blue.

“What did I do?” Rafe asks in his slightly accented English, puzzled by his papa’s words.

“Not you, Rafe.” Magnus quickly amends. “I was talking to Raphael here, he has the same name as you. Actually we named you after him.”

“As an insult to me.” Raphael mutters under his breath and Rafe gazes at the vampire skeptically. Max seems to pay no mind to the grumpy vampire as he barrels towards Lilly with all the enthusiasm only a four year old is capable of mustering up.

“Auntie Lily!” He shrieks before hugging her legs, prompting the vampire to lean down and gather the baby warlock in her arms.

“Hello Blueberry, have you been a good boy?”

“Yes auntie Lily,” Max nods gravely. “A very good boy, haven’t I daddy?”

Alec smiles and nods before they both move to kiss the kids, goodbye. Alec gives instruction to the two vampires but neither of them seem to pay any attention to what he was saying, Lily too busy tickling Max and Raphael decidedly ignoring Alec out of sheer pettiness. Alec sighs at the scene before him before nodding at Magnus, who rewards him with a sympathetic smile before snapping his fingers and opening a portal, which manages to grab the attention of the babysitting crew.

“Take care of the kids, guys. I don’t want to come back home to a crisis.” Magnus warns before taking Alec’s hand and leaning close to whisper in his ear. “Don’t worry, they won’t set the loft ablaze. Fire is deadly to vampires.”

Alec shakes his head with a resigned smile and steps through the portal, his hand interlocked with his husband’s.

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“Your dad is the Consul of the clave, your papa is the High warlock of Brooklyn, and you still don’t have a dinosaur?”  Lily demands in mock incredulity from her seat on the floor. “Unacceptable!”

Max nods with a look of woe in his blue eyes as if he already had a clear idea of how powerful his parents were. And yet how they did not seem to want to get him a dinosaur. Or a sister for that matter.

“I’m sure Magnus has good reason for not getting you a dinosaur,” Raphael walks over to the trio on the floor from the kitchen where he had been making snacks for the young Lightwood Banes. He had complained all the while saying how he was the head of the New York vampire clan and was above such menial tasks but as he joined Lily and the kids, a plate in his hand held two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. “Like where is he going to sleep if your papa gets you a dinosaur?”

Max considers this for a moment, his eyes focused on the sandwich in his hand and his forehead creased in concentration.

“He can sleep with me in my bed! Papa can make it bigger for both of us.”

“But when your dino grows bigger?” Raphael questions with the severity one would expect from him at a Downworld Cabinet meeting. “We have to think of all this before we get you a pet dinosaur.”

“Max can sleep in my bed.” Rafe offers with a mouthful of bread. “The dino can stay in Max’s room when he gets bigger.” He pauses for a moment and looks Raphael straight in the eye. “Or papa can make a room for him especially, like he did for me. We can give it a window with pretty color glass.”

“Ok, fair enough.” Raphael shrugs and Lilly nods. “I think I should have a talk with Magnus about this pressing matter, you know, as the Head of the NY vampire clan to the High Warlock of Brooklyn.”

Max squeals in delight and tackles the vampire in a bear hug. “Thank you, uncle Raphael! I promise you can come with me to take him on walks to the park! we can go at night with daddy so the sun won’t bother you!”

“I’d really rather not hangout with your dad, child. The image of him at twelve still haunts me, I don’t want to get to know him any better than I absolutely have to.”

“Oh shush, Alec is great!” Lily swats him on the shoulder with a little teasing smile. “Isn’t he the best, Rafe?”

“He’s ok,” The child retorts nonchalantly and takes a bite out of his snack. “Papa is still cooler.”

“But Rafe!” Little Max objects strongly. “Daddy is a shadowhunter! Shadowhunters are so cool!” He turns to the vampires watching the exchange and declares, “I’m going to be a shadowhunter when I grow up!”

That steals the attention of both Lily and Raphael and they exchange a look between them. Little Max misses it completely but Rafe, ever the careful observer, does not.

“My brother is going to be the best shadowhunter ever.” He says with conviction and a look that challenges the two adults to contradict him. “Papa and daddy said we can be whatever we want, so Max is going to be better than Uncle Jace and daddy. Aren’t you Max?”

Max nods gravely but a yawn disturbs him before he can say anything in addition.

“Ok, time for bed you two shadowhunters in the making.” Lilly says and stands up. “C’mon let’s get you two tucked in.”

“Uncle Raphael?” Rafe speaks up hesitantly, rising from his seat on the floor. “Can you read us a bedtime story?

“No,” The vampire turns the child down but in turn gets an elbow in the ribs from Lilly who’s carrying the little blue warlock, already half asleep in her arms. “I mean yes, but only one.”

Rafe smiles and takes Raphael’s hand in his, leading them to his room.

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Magnus’s phone vibrates in his pocket, alerting him to a text received.

“Who is it?” Alec pouts as Magnus checks the sender of the text. “You promised no phones, no work, no distractions!”

“It’s not work, It’s Lily.”

“By the Angel, are the kids ok? Did they set the house on fire? Did Max float himself out of the window again?”

“Nothing like that Alexander,” Magnus smiles fondly at the screen before handing Alec the phone. “It’s a photo.”

‘The kids got him to read six bedtime stories, boss fell asleep halfway through the seventh.’

The picture had captured Raphael, Max and Rafe, all three of them squeezed into Rafe’s small bed, sleeping peacefully. Both kids cuddled up to the vampire from either side.

Alec smiles down at the oddly sweet sight he never thought he’d get to see and hands the phone back to Magnus.

“You should make that your lockscreen.” He suggests and Magnus smiles at him from across the table.

“Yeah. Maybe I will.”

This is just wish fulfillment for @moonlight-lyrics and me. Hope you like it darling.

#Rafe and Max call Lily and Raphael Auntie and Uncle fucking fight me #rafael lightwood bane #Alec Lightwood #malec #Magnus Bane #raphael santiago #lily chen #malec fic #tsc #tmi #tda #Dee's drabbles #max lightwood bane #lyric tag #the lightwood banes #tec #shadowhunters

[kabutoraiger]

I'm just curious... Who is your favorite villain? Or your top tokusatsu villains? Or even top X villains per franchise maybe? idk I miss super interesting villains I guess. All I have are the not that interesting but still owns my heart type of villains. And they're great don't get me wrong! I just need more villains to stan probably!

top fave ever?? oh man that’s. impossibly tough. i don’t think i can narrow it down that far but a few semi-obscure non-toku favorites: 

sydney (vagrant story)

claudia (silent hill 3)

luca blight (suikoden 2)

pretty much every villain in danball senki

and toku-wise (this is about to get long) :

unfortunately jinga :/

unfortunately belial also

juggler (ultra orb)

kei (ultra geed)

saki (ultra rb) if you count her as such?

apollo geist (kr x)

asakura’s villain status is eternally debatable i guess, but. i certainly do love him and his murderous ways

all of the greeed

redyue (gaim)

heart-sama....

papa dan the capitalist man

that wild bitch evolt

igam (maskman)

professor bias (liveman)

bandora (zyuranger)

the whole villain situation in shinkenger is generally intriguing

metal alice and brajil (goseiger)

the b in basco stands for bastard (gokaiger)

enter and escape (gobusters)

zed and the entire shadow line really (toqger)

kyuuemon (ninninger)

trakeena (pr lost galaxy)

mesogog (pr dino thunder) more for just the Presence than anything

magira (keitai sousakan 7)

i totally feel you i’m always like... i crave more good villains which sentai at least used to reliably deliver but it hasn’t so much in recent years. 8( ryusoul has been a step sort of back in the right direction bc i do love kreon and wyzul but they’re so goofy they hardly feel like Real Villains a lot of the time. 

and rider has been picking up the villain slack a bit in the meantime but it’s always walking this thin line between enjoyability and getting bogged down by its own plot stuff. like as much as i stan evolt he did start to lose a lot of the fun factor as the show wore on and got infinitely more convoluted, y’know?

hard out there for a villainliker in this day & age 😔

#replies #Anonymous

[spideytights]

Lily Of The Valley

dad!Joe Mazzello x Reader x Joe Mazzello

Summary: The reader’s career was off to a good start and she wanted the good things to keep happening; they were miracles. Miracles happen every day, big or small. She came across a little girl not knowing who her father was until the man showed up in a full panic mood. She didn’t realize how much of a miracle they were

Note: It’s here! my dad!joe book is a go and I’m excited to be writing this. Also, Tumblr won’t be the only place I’ll be posting this. I have a Wattpad where this will be so if you read on there, my profile is in my bio under WATTPAD.

Warning: fluff, cuteness, a bit of angst, mentions of depression, a small bit of sadness, heart swelling

Words: 7.7K+

THERE WAS NOTHING THAT COULD POSSIBLY MAKE him unfeel what he was feeling. Nothing that would give him the energy to sit up in bed, swing his legs over the edge and stretch as he prepared himself for the day. All he wanted to do was sleep that day away, forget about the world, forget about his life for just a few more hours of sleep and infinite drowning of sorrow. Everything hurt his heart, his head, his body, his soul, just everything in general. Joe had spent the previous night shedding tears of grief, tears he had been holding back all day while he was around people. He saved those tears for behind closed because that’s the place where people wouldn’t pity him. He didn’t care about their judgment, that would be the very last thing he’d pay attention to. The way their brows were clenched and the fixated expression covering their whole face had the ability to bother him but he didn’t let it get to him.

As the sun peeked through the gap of space between the pair of tan window curtains in the room, the speck of sunshine lit up a portion of the room, that same portion of where Joe’s bed was. Even in his half-asleep state, he remembers falling asleep facing away from the bedroom door and towards the windows-he woke up with the gleam of light pointed at his face. With a heavy sigh and an aggravated groan, the man with dark brown hair turned his head away and had hope that he could get more sleep. He wasn’t ready to wake up and step back into the reality of the world he lived in. He was hurt and when he woke, he had to bury his suffering and live with the wound only he could see.

As the minutes past, Joe began to slowly-but not to slow-fall back into his previous unconscious state of mind. His breathing became slower and deeper. Soft snores fell from his lips and his mind drifted to his happy place-his home.

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It was a quiet night, relaxing and pleasing. It was rare for them to have a calm and stress-free night, a night where they could sit around and do whatever they please.

Joe walked back into the living room, one small ice cream tub in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in the other hand. He handed the ice cream to his wife who was already snuggled up underneath a throw blanket, remote in hand and flipping through movie titles on Netflix. Joe enjoyed nights like these for many reasons, one reason being he got alone time with the woman he loved and was able to cuddle and watch movies with her. When he handed her the ice cream she smiled softly as she moved her feet so he could sit down next to her.

“Did you get lost on the way to the kitchen? I didn’t think it took 10 minutes to make a bowl of popcorn and get ice cream-” she paused in the middle of her sentence to get the first bite of her ice cream. She hummed in satisfaction at the cream, sweet, cold taste of the snack. “-or maybe you’re just a slowpoke,” she teased and Joe chuckled.

“Hey, that’s no way to treat your caring husband who is taking care of you while you’re sick,” he said with a pout, then sending her a disapproving look when she started giggling.

“I know, I’m sorry Joey. Just know when I feel better I’ll make it up to you.”

“You better or I’ll be one sad dino boy, ” his wife giggled again, spoon wedge between her teeth as her lips stretched into a big smile. It was always Joe’s goal to make the one person that makes him happy, happy too. He hated to see her cry, to see her hurting–physically and mentally–he just wanted to be able to see that beautiful smile. “You know you’re really taking this sick thing to advantage. Ever since you called in and got the rest of the week off, you’ve been very needy,”

“Yeah, and as well I’m enjoying my small vacation and being treated like a Queen by the man I love,” she shifted in her spot, untucking her legs from underneath her bum and onto Joe’s lap. “What movie do you want to watch?” she asked him while she got comfortable again. Joe took a handful of popcorn and shoved some in his mouth, resting his arm on her leg and looking at the tv screen.

“Oh! How about one of those–damn it what are they called? One of those movies where everyone breaks out into song and dance outta nowhere.”

“You mean a musical?”

“Yes!” he beamed, pointing a finger at her as his eyes lit up remembering after she told him. Seeing the new look on her face caused him to dial it down a bit. “Yes…” he trailed off

“Are you serious?”

“Yuh–dead serious,”

“You, Joseph are opening the floodgates–” she started but Joe immediately butted in and called her out.

“Since when are we on first name basis again? Thought we were on pet names, honeycomb,” but she ignored him and continued.

“–my friend. We have to watch Mamma Mia!” Joe groaned and threw his head back and rested it on the back of the sofa. She hit his shoulder and leaned over closer to him. “Oh come on! It has Meryl Streep, Julie Walter, Stellan Skarsgard, Christine Baranski, Amanda Seyfried, ” she counted off each person with each finger she had for that total. She went on and on about who was in it and how great it was—even though Joe really couldn’t stand watching Mamma Mia he would have watched it anyway. He liked making her happy and he loved to watch her as she talked about the things she loved. “It’s the most beautifully done, romantic, charming movie ever and it even has songs by ABBA.”

“You do love some ABBA, ”

“Exactly! It’s the best musical besides Grease,” she said and finally met his eyes again. He was already looking at her, even though he was fighting off a small chuckle, so much love and adoration filled his eyes. She could see it reflecting from his brown eyes to hers. “What?” she laughed.

“Mmm, it’s just that face,” he let his finger boop her nose–her face scrunched and nose crinkled. His fingers trace over her cheek, cupping it with his palm as his thumb traced over her bottom lip. “And that smile that’s overly contagious.” her cheeks became dusted in pink, her gaze broke from his when she turned away.

“I’m just happy,”

“Mhmm, really?”

“Yeah. Like that dopey grin, butterflies in the stomach, feel like my heart is beating out of my chest,” she slowly started to grin, sweeping her eyes up to meet his.

“Mhmm,”

“Is that kind of cheesy? I feel like a teenager now.” she giggled. Joe nodded his head which she covered her face with her hands and hid in Joe’s arm that was propped against the back of the cast.

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” he leaned into her as he said in her ear: “It’s like a rom-com on steroids kind of cheesy.” she peeked up from her hand to him looking at her lovingly. “I’m happy you’re happy,” he said in a low voice, one loud enough for her to hear but others had to be really close to hear what he said. He wrapped his hand around her wrist pulled it away from her face. Her embarrassment was subsiding the longer she gazed into his eyes. These were the moments she loved the most. Moments where the nightmares and fears in her head gave her a break and let her enjoy the time she had. She leaned forward and placed a soft gentle kiss against his lips, but Joe being Joe, he deepened it so it could be longer.

**

The door to the room creaked as it got pushed opened. A small hiss was heard the louder it got, but the small figure slipped into the room with ease—they’ve done it plenty of times before. If it weren’t for the soft carpet in the room, the small pitter patter of little feet would have been heard, but it wouldn’t have given up the little person’s cover to be quiet. When she finally got to the bed, she grabbed on to the maroon duvet covers and pulled herself onto the bed. She huffed out an oof as she settled; crawling along the bed to get closer to the sleeping man, she made it to the pillows and laid her head down on the pillow next to his. Her chocolate covered eyes scan over his face, looking at the one thing she got to see every day when she woke up. His facial features usually creased with frown lines from the number of times he frowned when he was worried, uncomfortable or irritated. Now, his features were soft and smooth. If you were to run your fingers across his face, you’d feel just how smooth it was—she almost did that but pulled her hand back and tucked it into her side. Her soft breaths tried to match his slow easy ones, but she couldn’t get herself to match the two up.

She hated waking up her dad because she knew he didn’t sleep a lot. He was always busy with work and taking care of her—she didn’t know how to help him, she was only four. But she did know the least she could do was let him sleep in. When she woke up this morning, the clock read 9:30 and her stomach started making noises minutes after she woke. Joe usually made her breakfast, hence why she came into his room. She really didn’t want to wake him but the growling from her stomach wouldn’t cease. Eleanor scooted her body closer to her dad’s, her face only a few inches away from his to the point where her breath blew onto his face and cause the out of place hair on his against his forehead to move. She was afraid the sudden movement would wake him, but he remained the same.

“Papa…” her sweet voice whispered out to the sleeping man next to her. He hadn’t answered her so she tried again hoping it would wake him up. “Papa…Papa wake up,” she said quietly again and gave him a little shake with her chubby hand on his shoulder blade. He breathed in and exhaled deeply, which gave her the hint that he was awake even though his eyes were closed.

“What is it peanut?” he murmured.

“It’s back Papa,” his previous soft features wavered when she answered. Her words confused him as his mind and body lined up with each other at the door of reality. His usual frown lines formed between his eyebrows. “The scary monster. The tummy monster is back!” she squeaked and it causes Joe to wince at the sudden rise of her voice. He slowly opened his eyes, his own brown ones meet with the identical ones of his daughter. Her eyes were naturally big, big enough to see the world and what path is laid out for her in the future. Her eyes were wide and her face had an unsettled look on it. Joe blinked a few times—Eleanor continued to look at him.

“Well tell that tummy monster to wait for a second because Papa just woke up and is still sleepy,”

“I don’t think he’ll listen,” she said, shaking her head as much as she could since she was laying against the pillow.

“Well, he better or I’ll attack him, ” by now Joe was fully awake and aware of his surroundings. The birds were chirping outside in the tree of his New York home. One he shared with the one person he loved the most and cared so much for. A hint of a smile graced his face while he prepared himself to move.

Eleanor’s face twisted into confusion after her dad’s words. She didn’t know what he meant by that at all. “Attack him with what? Bubbles?”

Joe’s smile only grew more—he was quick to move closer to his daughter before loudly saying: “With kisses!” Joe kissed every inch of Eleanor’s face while taking his hands to her sides and tickling her. Her laughter burst through the air, her body squirming in every which way trying to get out of his grasp. Her little hands tried to push him away but it was no use with the amount of tickling he was doing. When he did finally stop, Eleanor’s loud laughed turned into little giggles while she caught her breath. Her bright smile was contagious and Joe couldn’t possibly not smile while she was. He enjoyed the little moments they had with smiles and laughter, she was what kept him going. She affected the choices he made because he knew his choices would affect her in the long run. She, his daughter, was the only thing that pushed him to get up and live through the day—no matter how sad he was, she was his light through the darkness and he would do anything for his little girl. They were alone, they had to get through it together.

“Papa will be up to make you breakfast in five minutes, okay?” his eyes look over her; her hair was curly and wild, a light brown like his—a hint of red, also like his. Her cheeks and little fingers were chubby but in a cute way; when he looked at her all he saw was her mother. Eleanor was the perfect mix between the two. She had his light brown eyes, her nose, and lips, her curly hair but his light colored hair. Even though she was the perfect blend, every time Joe looked watched his daughter he was reminded daily of his late wife Lucy.

Once he sat up, Joe got out of bed and headed to his bathroom. He shut the door for privacy but opened it back up a jar after flushing the toilet and washing his hands. Eleanor stayed at the head of the bed after she watched her dad walk away. Only a few minutes passed and the monster in her stomach reminded her that she was still hungry. She tried to ignore it by playing with the hem of her frozen themed nightgown, but the growls kept getting louder. Looking at the bathroom door, all she saw was the shadows of her dad’s body moving and heard the sound of water running from the sink. She wanted to wait but the tummy monster was getting impatient-maybe she could help her dad out and start on breakfast. Scooting to the edge of the bed, Eleanor slid off the queen size bed and padded her way into the kitchen. She was hungry for anything but the only thing she could make and reach was the cereal. She reached for the step tool her Nana had gotten her and pushed it toward the counter. She climbed onto it and reached for the cabinet door. She couldn’t reach it so she stood on her tiptoes, tongue peaking past her lips as she opened it and grabbed the box of Corn Pops. After getting the box she reached for the two Disney themed cups on the counter, placed them on the ground and opened the cereal.

After Joe finished brushing his teeth, washing his face and shaving he stepped out of the bathroom expecting to see his daughter still in his bed waiting for him but didn’t. He was running his hands over his freshly shaved face but stopped midway when he noticed his little bundle of joy wasn’t where he left her. He looked around the room, still not seeing her. He walked into the hall–not there either–then down the hall to her room. “Ella?” he called out, peeking his head into her room and only seeing her unmade bed and a few toys out from yesterday. He backed away and walked down the hall toward the kitchen about to call out for his daughter once more but stopped before he could get a word out when he heard things scatter all over the floor and a faint ‘uh oh’ was heard. Joe jogged the rest of the way down the hall to the kitchen to see what happened and to make sure she wasn’t hurt. When he made it, standing in the door frame, he found his daughter crouched down on the ground, two Disney cups on the ground along with spilled Corn Pops everywhere—Ella was crouched down picking up pieces and eating them from the ground. Her dad didn’t know how to react to the situation, he wasn’t sure if he could laugh or redirect her—he was baffled between the two choices. He let out a sigh and Eleanor peaked up from the ground while still shoving cereal in her mouth.

“You were supposed to wait for me peanut,”

“But the tummy monster kept growling at me,” she tried to reason, but still received the disapproval look from her dad, one that didn’t last long. Joe crouched down and started up the cereal.

“Why do you have cups out? We eat with bowl—stop eating the cereal off the ground, Eleanor,”

“Sorry Papa,” she mumbled softly and stopped eating cereal off of the ground. “I got cups because I couldn’t reach the bowls. I got you a cup for your cereal to Papa,” Ella had picked up the cup she got out for Joe and held it out toward him as she sweetly spoke. Joe couldn’t stay mad at her for too long, and what she said there was one of the reasons why—she was too much of a sweetheart not to forgive.

“Thank you peanut,” he smiles and holds out his arms toward her. Ella happily made her way over to Joe and wrapped her little arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug.“How about I finish cleaning this up, get us some bowls out and then we can eat breakfast together?” She beams with excitement, but it doesn’t last long.

“Can we eat from the cups, please?” her big brown eyes stare into his, her bottom lip puckered out just a bit as she gave him her natural puppy dog face. How could he say no to that face and her adorable cheeks? He sighs, nodding slowly.

“Alright fine,” he caves in, receiving his favorite face ever—his little girl smiling. “I still have to clean this up, I’ll get the rest of breakfast ready and then we can eat. Go wash your hands,” he kissed the top of her head before getting back up on his feet. As Ella ran off down the hall to the bathroom, Joe grabbed the broom and swept up the rest of the spilled cereal. He took the box of Corn Pops and poured both he and Ella a cup of cereal—put on a pot of coffee from himself and got another cup out for Ella’s glass of milk. By the time Ella finished washing her hands and made it back into the kitchen, their two cups of cereal–milk in hers and none in his–with fruit were already on the table ready to be eating. She climbs into one of the four chairs–sitting in the one she usually sits in every day–and grabbed the cup of cereal with her tiny little hands. Joe joined her a few seconds later with his cup of coffee in his hand. He took a much needed short sip since it was hot. Ella was already stuffing her face with spoons full of cereal.

The two eat together at the table, Ella watching cartoons on the tv from the family room and Joe checking his emails. The familiar tune of the Doc McStuffins theme song played through the small part of the house with Ella nodded her head and mumbling the words. Joe got a reminder on his phone about his flight back out to the UK tomorrow morning—he had to go back for filming and he was excited about it but, there was a small part of him that wasn’t excited. He was definitely not excited about the part of leaving his little girl, but he kept telling himself not much longer before they could spend all the time in the world together. Believe it or not, Joe was jobless for a short while—sure he did help a few people out here and there with projects, small projects, but he hadn’t had a big project like this one in a long while most of his time was spent on daddy duty. All the sweat, tears, boo-boos and dirty diapers later, it all was worth it because he wouldn’t have it any other way. Who knew being a single parent was hard, no one told him that. He looked over at his daughter who was currently picking up pieces of banana from a bowl and shoving it in her mouth–her eyes never leaving the tv–and smiled softly. Even though they struggle, bump heads and stumble upon bumps in the road, there is still the good moments and the daddy-daughter Mazzello duo is fine on their own.

“Don’t forget you’re going to Nana and Gramps’ house tonight and then staying over for a few days and then you’ll come back home with Halle,” he spoke, catching her attention for only a few seconds before the flashy colors of the tv stole it back.

“How long am I over Nana and Grandpa’s house?” Joe grabbed the cup that her cereal was in, left the bowl of bananas and cleaned up.

“Only for a two maybe three days. If you wanna stay longer you have to ask them, then ask Nana to call Halle so she knows,” His back faced her as he washed the few dishes they used. Ella answered him with a soft okay. “Are you done with your bananas?”

“Mmhm, yup,” she got down from her seat, carrying her bowl over to her dad before he could turn around and grab it himself. He sent her a smile and cleaned that bowl off too—he grabbed a baby wipe and wiped off her hands so she could go play. Joe knew he had to go get her stuff ready since his parents were dropping by together later—he wasn’t being lazy at all, he just wasn’t ready to let her go. It wasn’t like he was handing her over for marriage; god Joe didn’t want to think about those days at all, he knew he would definitely ball his eyes out then. He was only leaving for a few months, but it was the first time in months since he went away for a project, but it had been years since he left for one like Bohemian Rhapsody. Only time would tell how he would handle it for so long.

                                                                                 JOE AND ELLA SPENT THE REST OF THE morning and afternoon having their usual daddy and daughter time. Ella went out with him to get the mail, she picked up her toys in the front room and helped him clean other things, they ate lunch and then played dolls until She took a nap. Once she woke up, Joe let her do whatever as he finished looking at the script sent to him via email—he didn’t look at it much too long after she woke up, he knew his mom was on her way over to get her. Then it was off to the Airport for the man.

Joe stood in his room, moving from end to end gathering the important thing his daughter needed for her stay at her grandparent’s house. She had one bag for clothes and toys and another little one for her toiletries—especially her little hair bands and scrunchies she likes to have in her hair. After his fourth trip into his bathroom for another one of her small items she needed but didn’t have at his parent’s house, he glanced at his watch at the time, which read 4:30. His mom was supposed to be there in the next thirty minutes and he was nowhere near done getting Ella ready. Grabbing a hairbrush and a hair band, Joe yelled out to his daughter to get her to come in the room.

“Ella, princess, come here.” a faint voice called back, then pitter patter followed right after down the hall and to the man’s room. Ella stood in the doorway, head down looking at her tablet as she watched the current episode of Paw Patrol on Netflix. Joe glanced from the task at hand over at his daughter who currently stood in the doorway of his room-making no motive to move from that very spot. “Peanut, please come over here so I can fix your hair before Nana gets here,” he said with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. Ella slowly makes her way over to the bed, her focus was fully on the small device in her hand—blindly leading her own self toward her dad. Just as he was going to advise her about how walking and looking at the tablet could get her hurt, the worlds weren’t able to leave his mouth after the seeing the corners of her mouth drop with a sad expression. His first instinct was to find out what the problem was, his whole body turned into a small panic mood as the rest of his dad instincts kicked in. “What is it?”

Ella carried herself the rest of the way across the room to her dad, lifting up her tablet and showing him the dark loading screen of Netflix. Inside the loading circle, the loading number was stuck at 39. “It’s not working anymore. Paw Patrol went bye-bye,” Joe directed his attention away from the screen and down at the four-year-old; her lip quivered and Joe could tell she was seconds away from crying.

“Hey, Pae Patrol will come back, you just have to wait. Here–” he reached for her tablet, taking it from her hands and sitting it on the bed. He helped her onto his bed. “We can wait for it to load while I fix your hair. If it comes back, you can watch it for a little longer, but you’ll have to stop watching it when I tell you to,” he reassured.

“What if Rider and the pups don’t come back?” he sent her a sad smile—he gestured for her to turn around and she did it even though she really didn’t want to. She was still quite disappointed in the lack of hero puppy action. “Rider and the pups were helping baby turtles get back to their home in the ocean. But there were cars driving really fast,”

“Super fast?”

“Yeah, yeah. really fast. The babies were gonna get crushed!” Ella crossed her legs letting Joe run the purple detangling brush through her hair. Wet, Dry, Curly or straight, it didn’t matter how Ella’s hair was, it always got tangly. After many tests with a whole bunch of different brushes, they finally found the right one. Halle, Ella’s Nanny was approached by a mother recommend her to use the detangling brush for Ella’s hair—she used it all the time for her daughter. Since then, Joe used it none stop. “But Rocky and Marshall were able to help,” As he continued to fix her hair, she kept wiggling around, causing a few scolds from her father to come her way. Every second she would look at the tablet on the bed hoping that her show was back, but it wasn’t. Joe brushed her hair up and back into a ponytail and the tying off her hair with the black hairband around his wrist.

“Alright peanut, all done,” he patted her shoulder and moved away from the bed to put her brush back into the bathroom. When he walked back out, Ella had the same pout as before on and her tablet in her hand. “Is it still not working?” she shakes her head no with her voice sounding defeated. “Well, Papa will take a look at it. Come on, let’s go finish getting ready for Nana and Grampa’s house,” he said, trying to direct her attention from anywhere but the tablet, which worked for the most part. She set the tablet down on the bed, Joe picked her up so that he can make the trip to her room shorter. He placed her down on the ground again and she took off to her closet to pick clothes. After pulling out her second bag–the bigger one–he joins her over at the closet holding her bag open. “Alright Peanut what do you wanna wear over Nana and Gramps’ house?” Only silence was heard but Joe wasn’t too worried about it, especially since a few seconds later Ella walked out with a few outfits of her choice and throwing them in the bag before going back for more. “Don’t get too many you’re only staying a few days.

She responded but her voice was muffled to Joe while he stood outside the closet. “I need play clothes, outside clothes, jammies, and nice clothes when Nana and Gramps take me to church with them,” Even though he didn’t get to hear the first part of her response, he could guess at what it was truly about—she probably made up some rebuttal against his claim. She had a better proposition.

“Ella you do need that many clothes. You’re gonna get all of them dirty before you need to,”

“That’s why I need more!” Joe could only shake his head and chuckle. He blamed himself for her peculiar ways. He was the one who taught her that if she made a mess she needed to change her outfit—probably not the best idea. His mom had gotten on him a few time about it, she told him it was a waste of clean clothing and a waste of laundry detergent for all the outfits Eleanor went through. Yet, every time Ella came home from her Nana and Grampa’s house, she almost always had a new outfit—she always did have a new stuff animal. The mountain size of animals by her window seal was getting ridiculously high. His sister doesn’t say much about it, she knows the struggle he went through when it came to clean clothing and small children—the clothes never stayed clean, it was almost impossible. He really couldn’t argue much with his daughter, and he blamed himself. She came out the closet once more with a few pair of shoes, sticking them in the bag and then holding her arms out. “All done!”

“Alright, go in your wardrobe and grab a few pair of jams and bring them over to the bed,” he turned away from the closet and walked over to the twin bed, covered with Paw Patrol bedding, placed the bag on the bed and took out everything that was in it. He grabbed each clothing item and folded them up to put back in. Ella joined him a minute later holding a few of her nightgowns in hand—her eyes watched Joe fold each item and stick them back into the bag.

“Did you just take all of them out?” she practically almost shouted, earning her a frown from her dad at her sudden crazy state.

“Yeah, Ella I did. Your stuff won’t fit in it if I don’t fold it all,”

“You should have told me that!” she throws her hands up and shook her head. “Would have saved us some time Papa,” in attempt to do just as her father was doing, Ella began to lay her nightgowns out across the bed and fold them in every which way. Joe playfully rolled his eyes as the sass Ella was giving him but smiled watching her mimic his actions. Their cute moment was cut short with the loud church bell type noise from the doorbell. Ella squealed before running off, forgetting the nightgowns on her bed and shouting out words Joe couldn’t make out. He soon followed out of her room to answer the door. Once he made it down the hall, his daughter was pulling her arms through her jacket sleeves, her shoes on but untied, all while jumping in excitement.

“Peanut be careful, your shoes are untied,” Joe told his daughter before he opened the door and the person behind the door was revealed to be his mom. All of her attention went from her putting on her jacket to the older woman standing in the doorway.

“Nana!”

“Ella,” the older woman held out her arms ready to catch her and when she did she gave her the biggest hug. “Are you ready to have some fun with Nana and Grampa?” Ella nodded her quickly, turning her head to look at her dad with her smile of excitement. “Your ponytail looks so good Eleanor,”

She turned her head “Thanks, Papa did it, do you like it?”

“I do like it, Papa is getting practice isn’t he?” Joe’s mom reached behind Ella grabbing her jacket sleeve and helping her put the jacket one. During their little reunion, Joe had gone and grabbed Ella’s stuff from her bedroom and he walked back out to the foyer to where the girls were.

Ella nodded, pulling her ponytail out of her jacket. “The vacuum helps him a lot too,”

“The what?” the older woman said startled. She wasn’t sure if she heard her right, but once Ella repeated herself, she sent her son a very glooming look, one he couldn’t help but smile sheepishly at. “Joseph Francis Mazel—”

“I wasn’t hurting her, right peanut?”

“Mhmm,” he gestured over to his daughter, hoping her answer would help him reason with his mom; the glowering look didn’t cease. “I just used it to get all over her hair together for the ponytail.”

“You don’t use a vacuum on your daughter’s hair Joseph.” his mother pinched the bridge of her nose. She ran through the thoughts in her head looking for anywhere in her life where she might have forgotten a fork in his childhood road, but she knew there were a few, but she was the best mother she could be to the man. Even though he still made dumb decisions at 35, she could admit she couldn’t be more proud of him. He’s got through many obstacles the universe had thrown his way, he’s learned from his mistakes–and still learning–and most of all he’s learned how to be a dad. He treats his daughter like the princess she is and there’s with doubt for the amount of love he had for her. Joe’s mom was proud to say she was proud of all her children.

“Alright I’m already, let’s go people!” Ella stood by the door with a bag in each hand. Her body lolled more to one side since one bag was heavier than the other. “You to Papa, let’s go,”

“Peanut…” he gave her a sad smile, taking a few strides forward to get to her and crouching down to meet her level.

“You said we were going to Nana and Gramp’s house, didn’t you?”

“Princess I think you got it mixed up. Papa isn’t going with you to Nana and Gramp’s. Papa has to get on a plane-” he took his arms, raised them in the air and motioned his hands like an airplane in the sky. “-and fly over the ocean for his job. And you are staying over Nana and Gramp’s house for a few days until Halle can come to get you,” Ella frowned as his words began to process, but she was still confused about why he couldn’t come. Even though it was a small smile, Joe still sent her one to hopefully reassure her that all was okay, but she didn’t like that. Ella took a step back and shook her head.

“No, you told me that you’ll always be with me wherever I go, even if it’s to Nana’s house.” before he could even think of a response, she ran off down the hall. Joe looked over his shoulder at his mom with a somber expression.

“She’s really having trouble with this, she’s never-”

“She’s only four Joseph, she won’t understand everything we say. She’s always by your side, she’s attached to your hip.”

“I’ve left for projects before this one, she’s never acted like this. It felt like a stab in the heart when she said that; I’d never leave her. I’m what she has left of a parent, and she’s all I have left too,” He really couldn’t wrap it around his head, he didn’t understand why and what would make his little girl say that. He’s been at this parenting thing for four years, you would think by now he would have enough experience to be intermediate, but every time he thinks that the universe shows him he’s still a beginner.

“Those were smaller projects, projects where you were gone for no longer than a few days. This one is bigger, you’ll be away for months Joseph,”

With a sigh, he nodded his head and stood from his crouched position. “Yeah, I need to go talk to her, hopefully, help her understand better. He walked through the foyer and then down the hall to his daughter’s room–his mom’s eyes watching him until he disappeared behind the cream colored wall. He got to the room at the end hall, the room decked out in purple and pink with unicorns displayed everywhere, even on the door. The door was partly open so Joe had to push it open more to see into the room. There on the bed with her head down and arms crossed was Ella. Her lip puckered out completing the pouty look she was going for. He made his way over to her, adjusted his pant legs and crouched down till they were about the same leave. She knew her dad was there, but she refused to look at him—turning her head away so she didn’t accidentally look him. "Peanut… I think you’re big enough for us to have big kid talks. We’re gonna call them….our world-famous talks, okay?” He paused for a second to come up with a name, his voice was hopeful. He was hoping she would break and give him a look, he didn’t want to leave her upset. That would leave him upset and he couldn’t do what he loved to do—besides taking care of and loving his loving daughter. “Dad to daughter, Princess to Papa,”

“Why are you leaving me?” she said finally speaking up, but still refusing to look at him.

“Princess,” he reached a hand toward her cheek and turned her head gently till she was facing him. “I’m not leaving you, I would never ever ever leave you and daddy promises that. Papa just has to go work so he can still have money to take care of you,”

“Nana can give you the money, her and Gramps have lots of it,” His heart leaped when brown met with brown.

“No honey, Nana and Gramps need that money to take care of each other, Daddy still has money but in order to keep taking care of you, he needs to sometimes work and earn some money. That’s what big people do. Listen, even though I won’t be here at home with you a lot soon doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I’ll still call you when you have your iPad we can facetime when I’m not busy. I’m always one call away,”

“Are you still gonna have dancing parties with me?” she asked and he nodded. “What about singing our song to me before I go to bed?”

“I’ll try my best every night too. I won’t be able to do it in person but I can sing it over the phone and facetime. But your Nana or even gramps can sing it to you. Or if uncle John is over he can sing it. Nana told me earlier that your cousins and aunt Mary are visiting while you’re there,” he suggested. Joe wasn’t sure how flexible his schedule would be now that he was starting filming when he got back to England. He was able to get away at the beginning with just rehearsals and lessons, but now he had to buckle down and get filming down. He’s been traveling a lot more, staying up late hours until he was off the hook; he’s been in a different time zone so by the time it was bedtime for Ella, it’d be in the early am hours for him.

She shook her head again “I don’t like other people singing our song, it’s our song. Ella and Papa’s.”

“I know peanut,” they both looked at each other for a moment until he looked away. He rubbed his forehead with a sigh, convinced that he might just have to mess around with his schedule because he thinks Ella wouldn’t be able to stand the time apart. He put the blame on himself because he barely went anywhere without her and if he did–as his mother said–it was only for a few days but he did miss her like hell. He knew that the directors wouldn’t like it but it was his only choice.

“I’ll miss you,” Ella shuffled off her bed, her face only mere inched away from Joe’s. When he looked up, he was met with her doe brown eyes, the same eyes that gave him joy, the ones that reminded him that if he isn’t doing it for her, then it’s wrong; everything he did as for her. Ella leaned in and kissed him on the nose before wrapping her little arms around his neck and giving him a hug.

“I’ll miss you to my little peanut,” just for a second, he closed his eyes and soaked up the moment. When he pulled away, he made sure to look her directly in the eyes, hold back his tears seeing her eyes watering and put on his brave face. “But now we have to put on our brave faces now. We have to be brave while we go through this okay? Alright, let me see your brave face; let me see that smile of yours,” She blinked her tears away—a few fall down her cheeks but she wipes them away and gives her dad the best smile she could. “That’ a girl. I know that we gotta keep this bravery thing up but, I want the biggest, most gigantic hug you can give in the whole entire world right now,” She squeezed him tightly, being lifted in the air as he hugged her back, and leaving kisses all over her face—she giggled with all the tickily kisses and her laugh was like music to his ears.

Joe took a seat on the bed, seating her on his lap and sighing happily. “Are you gonna be good for Nana, Grampa, and Halle?” he asked, she nodded it. “Good,” he placed another kiss against her cheek, earning a smile. Ella popped up from his chest and reached behind him to hand him her favorite stuffed animal.

“Here, a present for you for when you get sad. You’ll have Mr. Jelly Bean there with you to remind you I’m always with you.”

“Peanut are you sure? It’s your favorite animal, your unicorn,”

“I still have Lucy Unicorn, Jelly Bean’s sister. She’ll keep me company,”

“Well in that case,” he started before reaching in his shirt and pulling out the necklace he had around his neck and pulling it off. Hanging against the chain sat two silver bands. One of those bands had diamonds fitted on top. Ella was too young to know what they meant and what they were at the moment. She had never seen the bands before, but now that she had, she was curious about them. “I’m going to give you these to hang on to. Now I trust you with all my heart to take care of these and to not lose them. They’re important to Papa,”

“What are they?” she asked.

“Well remember the story I told you about how two people loved each other so much that they tried to so their love in so many ways? Well, this was one way—they decided to get married to make it official to everyone that they loved each other and these were the rings they wore.”

“You and mommy?” He nodded his head slowly and put the necklace around her neck.

“Promise to keep it safe okay?”

“I will, I promise.”

“And when you look at them you’ll remember that I’m always with you and that I love you with all of my heart. I wouldn’t be me without you. I’d just be a grumpy old man with a sparkly cape—mad because he doesn’t have a princess to give him unicorn dust,” a small giggle was heard causing the man’s pouty face to flatter a little. Ella covered her mouth to hide her giggles and smile but it didn’t work.

“No matter how big I get, you’ll always be my Super Rainbow Sparkle hero, Papa,” Those words hit him straight in the heart. They affected him more than he intended them to but he loved the gushy, lovey, feeling he got. His hearted burst with love and it gravitated to his daughter. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and hugged him with so much love. So much love that he knew she would feel it even when he wasn’t with her because he loved her to the moon and back.

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Sticky Situation Chapter 26

Fictober19 Day 26 - Prompt #26: "You keep me warm." fanfiction Fandom: Spider-Man/Avengers [Superfamily, Tony/Steve with Peter as their son.] Warning(s): none, except some fluff. Rating: General. note: Peter is about 4 or 5 here. --- Steve jolted upwards in bed as the nightmare threw him back in the land of the wake. He shivered violently, still remembering the terrible cold by whihc he had been trapped for many years. Beside him Tony stirred. "Steve? You...okay?" He mumbled sluggushly, not quite fully awake yet. "I'm alright. Go back to sleep." Steve slowly got up, grabbing the spare blanket off the chair. "You, sure?" Kissing Tony gently on the cheek, Steve answered. "I'm sure." He settled himself on the sofa in the living room, not ready to try and go back to sleep just yet. Despite the warm blanket and the ever-constant warmer temperature inside the tower -which Tony refused to admit was for his suffering in the ice- Steve still felt cold. "Papa?" Steve turned to look behind him and saw Peter standing in the doorway, holding his favorite dino plush under one arm and his comfort blanket in the other hand. "Hey kiddo, what are you doing up?" Peter quickly stumbled over to the sofa, needing a little help from his papa to get on it. "Heard you." Came the short answer as Peter snuggled into his side. Steve held him close, kissing the top of his head. "I'm sorry, kiddo. Didn't mean to wake you up." "It's okay, papa." Peter answered sleepily. "Are you cold?" Before Steve could answer that, Peter pushed himself onto his feet and promptly hugged him. Steve smiled at the sweet gesture. "How can I possibly be cold when you keep me warm?" He hugged Peter back tightly, feeling so immensely grateful for this adorable child in his life. Still holding Peter, is how Tony found them both in the morning. Both passed out on the sofa, Peter's plushy wedged under Steve's cheek and both blankets spread haphazardly across their bodies. fin

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REWRITE OF “THE CURSE OF THE SKY”

In one world Tsunayoshi grows up under a neglectful family and hardships and makes relations with people associated with death by force.

In another, Tsunayoshi grows up under a loving and caring father and uncle and welcomes those touched by death with open arms.

Or; Byakuran Gesso adopts Tsunayoshi at a young age and that changes everything.

Parts 1 / 2 / ?

Also on AO3 and Fanfic

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He’s been in a world without Tsunayoshi’s influence. It feels empty.

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Okay, maybe he wasn’t telling himself the exact truth. And that was a hard pill to swallow in it of itself. He hates to lose to anyone – even if it is himself.

Tsunayoshi is the name people whisper across most worlds.

(Sometimes it’s Ieyoshi, others it’s Tsunahime but it’s still Tsunayoshi – after all what’s in a name? Sometimes it’s not Tsunayoshi at all; whether it’s someone under the guise of Tsunayoshi or it’s someone completely different. Those worlds don’t last long. If they do there’s chaos rampart and no peace in sight.)

To the people that know about the worlds, Tsunayoshi is praised like a god. In some worlds he’s the end, the beginning, or a stepping stone in-between. Tsunayoshi is never all those things. Sometimes he’s two of those things and in the worlds that he’s both the beginning and the end; nothing really makes sense.

Tsunayoshi is the catalyst. Tsunayoshi is the tool. Tsunayoshi is the sacrifice.

In those worlds Tsunayoshi never truly feels happy.

In those worlds his significant other dies. Kyoko, Haru, Hayato, Takeshi, Dino, Kyoya, Bianchi, Ryohei, Hana, Renato, Fon, Cherep, Colonello, Nagi, Mukuro, Spanner, Shoichi, Azucar, Belphegor- The world burns because of it.

In those worlds his mother is dead. Nana targeted because of her connections to the mafia – it doesn’t matter if it’s before everything happens or after.

In those worlds, sometimes, it’s good his mother is dead, but his father dies along with her. Iemitsu’s heart is big like that in those worlds and the world burns because of it.

In those worlds his guardians die. In those worlds his guardians crack. The world burns because of it.

In those worlds Tsunayoshi doesn’t get a chance to get involved. Tsunayoshi either lives a short life or a long life of misery. The world burns because of it.

He’s seen all those worlds and maybe there’s something wrong with him, dare he say one of the defective ones, but he wants Tsunayoshi to get a break among all the worlds he’s in. He wants Tsunayoshi to feel satisfied. And that’s a goal that he will have to fight tooth and nail for.

There’s a reason why he let everything in this world work out the way it did. Other versions of himself will mock him for his laziness but they don’t see what he sees. Tsunayoshi is not a tool for them to control. Tsunayoshi is everything and it’s ridiculous how none of them have realized this before.

He’s been in a world without Tsunayoshi’s influence.

It feels empty.

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The blanket is slung over his lap and his hands are cradling the mug full of his uncle’s famous hot chocolate as he waits.

The soothing chatter of a mischievous voice and an exasperated voice reaches him, and it somehow makes the dozens of thoughts circling in his head come to a stop. Tsunayoshi Gesso just sits there and breathes.

It’s winter break halfway through his first year of middle school but that hasn’t changed their tradition to visit Italy every year with his uncle. Honestly, after the drama his class has been through in just the first semester, Tsuna is glad to get a break.

“How are you holding up Yoshi?” There’s a hand in his fluffy hair and he immediately leans into the touch, his eyes closing unconsciously as a smile comes to his lips. “Are you finally relaxing a little?”

Tsuna laughs, “I would, but we left dad in the kitchen alone and we both know that’s not a good idea.”

His uncle’s hand leaves his hair as he laughs with him, “Don’t worry about that, I used all the marshmallows for the hot chocolate. I’m not letting Byakuran have the chance this year.”

“Geez Sho-chan!” his dad whines as he pokes his head out into the living room, “You could have told me that! I’ve been looking for marshmallows for the past hour and a half!”

Tsuna grabs his uncle’s arm dramatically, “You don’t think he’s going to go insane because of marshmallow withdrawal, do you?”

Shoichi Irie, Tsuna’s favorite uncle, plays along, “Oh god,” he jokingly grabs his stomach, “I’m getting a stomach ache just thinking about it.”

Byakuran Gesso jumps out into the living room with a dark expression, “My best friend and my favorite son ganging up on me? I won’t accept this!”

Tsuna shrieks, but would forever deny it, when Byakuran tackles Tsuna into the couch and drags uncle Shoichi down with him, “You’re heavy dad!”

“Are you calling me fat?! What happened to my cute little son who followed me around like a little duckling calling me papa?!”

“That never happened, and you know it!”

“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathee…..”

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Yes. A world without Tsunayoshi is empty.

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In most worlds Timoteo is barely a factor.

Timoteo Vongola is at his wits end. In his seventh and eighth decade he’s lost his three eldest sons and Timoteo is only getting older. His wonderful wife passed in his sixth decade and he wasn’t exactly as capable as he used to be – nor did he want to impregnate someone in his old age. Worst come to worst, Timoteo would tell the council to shove off and make Iemitsu Vongola Decimo – no matter what tradition said.

But Timoteo still has Xanxus. His beloved youngest son that was lost on the streets after one of Tolomeo’s many nights spent with common whores in the alleys of Naples. There was a reason why their mother chose Timoteo as Vongola Nono and not Tolomeo. In many ways Tolomeo bore much resemblance to the cousin twice removed of their great grandfather, Vongola Secondo, Ricardo, and that was passed onto Xanxus. Timoteo sees it in the slightest bit of wrath that Xanxus has in his flames but like Timoteo’s said.

He’s at his wits end.

Such a shame that Iemitsu’s child had died twenty-seven weeks in and his wife could no longer bear a child.

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In a small fraction of worlds, he’s the catalyst of destruction.

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Enrico is dead by an assassin, a bullet straight through his head so they have to cover his face at the funeral. His fiancé still cries over his cold body. The day of his funeral the Vongola all stand together in the Vongola graveyard with the Varia keeping guard despite being an assassination squad. Enrico wasn’t the favored heir to take on the mantle of Vongola Decimo, but he was reliable. He always said that Massimo was the one with the charisma of a leader. Enrico always rather preferred to be Massimo’s advisor and lead from the shadows. Massimo’s back is straight like his spine is iron and his is chest open in open defiance at the funeral – he doesn’t cry but the hands holding his younger brothers’ hands tremble.

Massimo is found dead in the fountain Chiavarone Ottavo gifted to Vongola Ottava as a poorly disguised courting gift. The fountain that is the center of the Vongola Mansion’s courtyard. Massimo is found dead in his pajamas without any signs of a struggle. The autopsy later shows that Massimo had somehow been heavily drugged and if he hadn’t died from the water in his lungs – he would have died from an overdose. His youngest brother is the one to find the body; poor Xanxus is found dragging his brother’s dead body out of the fountain and begging him to wake up. The event sends all of the Vongola into a frenzy to find the culprit and rats are killed on the spot. They still hold a funeral with lilies because its well known that Massimo had a preference to them. Federico looks so small as he holds his remaining brother so close. For the one to have screamed louder than Xanxus was Federico who crumbled at the seams at the sight of his pale brother’s corpse.

Federico is found dead with holes in him. After the death of Massimo, Federico was placed on intense watch. It takes years for Federico to even resemble the person he used to be. The last person in his family to have talked to him, after his father sent him out on a peaceful assignment to celebrate his return to the field, is Xanxus. He never returns. The party that went with him yell about a raid despite being unharmed and without any missing members besides Federico. He was the only one who died. According to his party he had welcomed death with open arms – he let himself get killed. Xanxus stands next to his father with twin guns engraved with “mi dispiace fratello”. The famiglia responsible for Federico’s death never sees the light of day because of him.

In some worlds Xanxus grows up loved by his older brothers and leads the Varia with intelligence of a leader from Enrico, with charisma he’s learned from Massimo, and with compassion from Federico. He recovers from the trauma the streets give and the way his mother had just abandoned him for a large sum of money. Xanxus learns how to be happy and be content in life.  

In those worlds his flames don’t burn with wrath. His elements are attracted to how warm his sky flames are.

That isn’t this world.

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“Xanxus.”

Xanxus doesn’t have to turn to know that it’s Superbia Squalo who’s calling out to him.

“What do you want?” he grunts as he cradles the beer Federico used to love before he lost himself in his left hand.

Squalo doesn’t move to sit by Xanxus’ side and frankly, Xanxus doesn’t expect him too. Squalo just continues to stand behind him, a half step to the right so if he were to walk forward they would knock shoulders. Xanxus expects Squalo to stand exactly where he’s always stood.

Squalo doesn’t hesitate as he speaks. “Boss.”

Xanxus whirls around and the beer bottle almost cracks in his grip. “I’m not your boss anymore!” he practically screeches, “You’re the new head of the Varia dipshit!”

Squalo doesn’t even blink, “I pledged to follow you through thick and thin, boss. You may be a piece of shit at the end of the day but you’re the man I chose to follow. This… change in plans doesn’t change anything.”

Xanxus’ blood boils, “Are you fucking blind? You know that this is exactly what that bastard wants. The second he announces that I am to be his heir I’m fucking trapped. Everything we’ve done up to this point has been fucking useless.”

“So, you’re just going to give up?” Squalo shouts back, losing his calm composure – always being quick to anger. “Like hell you are!” he yells because he knows Xanxus just as well as he knows himself, “We aren’t going to be playing into his hands.”

Xanxus quells the anger in his chest to stop and narrow his eyes at the white-haired teen, “What do you know?”

Squalo grins wickedly, “If Timoteo is going to announce you as Decimo it’s going to be when you’re at least twenty – officially at least. We have time until then to figure everything out.”

“Figure what out?”

“We’re going to find another potential heir to the Vongola.”

The beer falls out of his hand, “If I wasn’t the only illegitimate child of Tolomeo then…”

Squalo turns on his heel, “Come on, shitty boss, we’ve got work to do.”

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But this also isn’t the world that Xanxus goes on a revenge trip.

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In most worlds Iemitsu leaves his family for his famiglia. In those worlds he usually loves the child he births with his significant other with all his heart.

In most worlds Nana is Iemitsu’s wife, but she’s easily replaced in others. In those worlds she’s usually an airheaded woman not capable of being a mother.

In worst case scenarios Nana shouldn’t be let out of an insane asylum.

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It starts with the Byakuran in one world and even in the worlds that don’t have Byakuran as the wielder of Mare Rings, Byakuran becomes the wielder of the Mare Rings. Each Byakuran reacts differently from the onslaught of memories and insights of other worlds. In some worlds Byakuran thirsts for power and grandeur. In most worlds Byakuran simply wants to live an easy-going life.

The Byakuran of this world doesn’t turn a blind eye nor does he try to grasp everything that has potential as his. The Byakuran of this world has a bleeding heart and he sobs over the chest of his best friend and he’s inconsolable even for the practical they have the next day in their final year of University.

Byakuran Gesso scours the world looking for the one that calls himself Tsunayoshi and he never looks back.

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“Are you sure that you want to go back to Namimori?” Tsuna barely hears his dad’s question as he walks between several spots in the kitchen trying to get everything ready for school as the minutes tick by. “I know the faculty said they were going to have a mental health assembly, but they just seemed like they wanted to brush everything under the rug as fast as possible.”

Tsuna laughs dryly, “The perks of public school,” he replied sarcastically as he opens the fridge looking for the water bottle he swore he put in last night.

“Exactly!” Byakuran cries as he stands on the other side of the fridge door, “You could have gone to Midori Private. It’s not like it’s only for girls anymore.”

Tsuna shifts his gaze away from his dad as he closes the fridge shut, letting his eyes settle on his Uncle Shoichi who just let out a huge yawn at the kitchen table, “Jii-san you didn’t have to wake up just to see me off.”

Shoichi immediately jolts and wipes the drool that leaked from the corner of his mouth. “Of course I do! It’s not everyday you head back to school,” he finally says after gathering his composure.

“I mean, it’s not like it’s my first day, I’m just heading back after winter break.” Tsuna shoves the black bottle into the bag that’s sitting in the seat across from Shoichi, “You were up late last night, right?”

Shoichi looks sheepish as he rubs at the back of his head, “Haha, just a little later than usual.”

“Yoshi,” Byakuran calls out gently and Tsuna turns because he’s weak to moments like this. And Tsuna’s supposed to be the one with the puppy-dog eyes. “Promise me if you feel uncomfortable at school that you’ll tell me.” Warm hands rub his shoulders, “I just want what’s best for you.”

“Yeah,” Tsuna says, “No problem.” Even to him his words sound hollow.

Byakuran’s eyes bore into him but his dad doesn’t push it and just embraces Tsuna in a hug, “What am I going to do when you grow up and leave me, kiddo?”

Tsuna cracks a smile at that, “Like I’m going to disappear from your life just because I’ve grown up dad.” He breathes in the relaxing scent of marshmallows and orchids, “We’re family and family sticks together.”

His dad pulls back and kisses the top of Tsuna’s fluffy head, “Get going kiddo or you’re going to be late.”

Tsuna grabs his bag off the chair and gives a sarcastic salute, “Yessur.”

“Have a good day Yoshi!” his uncle calls after him as he steps out of the house.

Tsuna very much doubts that it’s not going to be much different from most days at Namimori Middle.

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Tsuna doesn’t want to tell his dad that the assembly goes just like how he expected it to. The whole thing feels bland and useless as students are invested in their own little conversations and the teachers look bored. For Christ’s sake the mental health counselor is sleeping!

For a second, he regrets not taking his father’s offer to attend Midori Private School, regardless of the low percentage of male students due to only having allowed male attendance the year before, but Tsuna knows that if he wants to live as he does at school then Namimori Middle is the perfect place for him.

Even if he knows how toxic the environment at Namimori is when he takes one cursory glance at the first years around him and doesn’t see the student that had tried to commit suicide at the end of last semester.

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 NOTE:  I'm so sorry for the late update but I got swamped with the weeks leading up to finals and then finals at the end of June. As soon as my finals ended I went on a trip and I've just been recovering from that. I've also been writing scenes for this story and "Vongola Vigilantes" at the same time but the scenes also don't make sense chronologically so I have a lot of mess I need to piece together later for each story. Hopefully I will update quicker next time. Thank you for the love and support I've gotten already! I really appreciate it!

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excuse me? “aap yahaan?”??? *TU* YAHAAN KYUN HAI? YOU ALREADY DID YOUR INVESTIGATION YEST. why are you sooooooo nosyyyyy???? ppl in this house JUST started liking you.

lmao this chick has zerooooooooooo filter. chalo achcha hai, at least janhvi knows about the files.

but also janhvi's clenched jaw about what a pain kavya has started being.

lmaooooooo, she's ready to cut a bitch.

jhoote thank you se she's covering up her white-hot rage, but bas chale toh kavya ko bhi jhappad laga deti, jaise manohar ko kiya tha.

oh kavya you beautiful little idiot. bless your pure heart but.... lol you are so fucking dumb.

guess who's NOT stupid???? and back on her "i hate kavya" train! kuch dino ke liye chod kya diya tum toh sar pe hi chadh gayi, devrani!

kavya's whole life revolves around giving arush doodh. bachche ko aur bhi kuch khilaati ho ya..........

aaaaaaaaaaah there she is! my little demon! you've been too nice for the past few weeks. i missed you and your bad behaviour!

great. panchaayat baith chuki hai.

btw, petition to keep zain in these tshirts only. they’re infinitely better than the horrible buttonup shirts.

janhvi still formulating plan of action.

noice. she's putting it all on manohar that he was gathering proof about the dr. sharma case.

puraane papi sab hairaan pareshaan at the mention of that. 

some of the young ones too.

gosh she's so good at this; lord give me the ability to scam shitty men like this.

lmao kabir's eyebrows just rose into a whole other layer of the atmosphere hearing about the 51 lakhs she hentofied from papa.

but papa is very much eating up everything she's serving.

kabir's joining the dots....

and has questions.

lmaoooooooo standarddddddd desi parent response. “koi chakkar nahi hai MR. SPECIAL AGENT! APNA DIMAAG MAT CHALAO!”

ofc he's putting it all on ashok. earning a nice death glare from janhvi and ishaani.

arre re reeeeeeee so muchhhhhh pyaar.

i am living for ishaani's face journey as pk tries to convince them about how he's sooooooooo innocent. 

flashhhhhhhback timeeeeeeee!

LOL WHAT? HE CHANGED THE DRUG'S FORMULA???????/ THAT'S NOT HOW PHARMACEUTICALS WORK?!?!?!!? YOU DON'T JUST CHANGE.... I.... LMAOOOOOO WHAT THE HELL

chanda always was team bhaisaab, huh. 

oh suman thought ashok was really behind it all when she attacked baby pooja. and is now having crisis of conscience. whatever. i have very less sympathy for her.

This Fucker™ is just......... being himself.

oh ho suddenly suman and dadaji are all #proteccTheSharmas

but ofc. some heavy threatening about izzat and aukaat and badnaami. god. can this end already?

oh shut uppppppppp dadaji. you think This Fucker™, of all ppl, cares about uparwaale ka insaaf? 

yeah, he’s as concerned about the concept of karma as i thought he’d be.

badle ki bhavna sulag rahi haiiiiiiii.

but some bhaaari on-the-nose framing with kavya standing in front of the oldies. am i supposed to be on this side? um, yeah, no. fuck these morally corrupt assholes. if you knew what’s good for you, you’d gtfo, kavya.

commissioner's finally slept off the drink and taken a look at the file. oh boy.

ugh. this idiot.

ohhhhhhhhhhh boy.

“madam, mard ka wallet uske mann se bhi gehra hota hai.”

lol what you mean SE BHI???? literally anything in the world has more gehraayi than a cishet dude's mann. and yours toh is especially shallow.

UGH. I LITERALLY GET FULL BODY MICHMICHI SHIVERS WHEN HE STARTS WITH HIS ROMANCE. BLEARGH.

oh girl no, don't go completing his poetry. do not fallllll for this basic fuckkkkkkkkk.

god he is so needyyyyyyyyyy.

oh he's finally admitting the location services creepiness.

yes, this is the appropriate response. confusion and rage.

LMAO YOU JUST PROVED THAT YOU'RE UNWORTHY OF ANY FUCKING TRUST WHATSOEVER; WHY THE HELL SHOULD SHE BELIEVE YOU NOW???????????/

ugh fuck offff dude.

thank god at least SOMEONE has sense on what to talk in front of a kid and what not.

behen dikh nahi raha ki yahaan carrom ka world cup chal raha hai? bhai ka concentration toh check karo.

oh god again this admission nonsense.

kid's making a solid case against going. (“school toh mujhe waise bhi pasand nahi.”) but kabir, like majority of desi dads, is deferring to mom in this dept.

just wondering.... do jai and sonali have nothing else to do.... like in life???? what was their plan BEFORE aarush unexpectedly came along to take up all their time???

blah blah blah mission file retrieve karo, which won't happen today anyway.

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ishaani cluing di into some facts that she’s been overlooking the past few days.

oooooooooooop! mummy has been found out hiding the drugs!!!!!!

yup, kavya's in danger again.

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