#today I’m thinking about my biological father
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🫧 — {fem!bsf!reader x dad!brock boeser}
🫧 — my first time writing for brock!! I hope you like it, as always feedback is appreciated !!
🫧 — in which your Brock’s best friend and the lines are blurry because you act like more both to him and his son.
🫧 — content: sfw, a little person, fluff
🫧 — wc: 2.35K
You were staring out the window, watching the raindrops slide down the glass of your coffee shop. The place was buzzing with people only minutes earlier, everyone wanting a hot drink to shield them from the stretch of bad weather that impacted the city these last few days, although that’s quite normal this time of the year. The buzz had died down and you were grateful since you just cleaned the floor, and didn’t look forward to having to do it again if someone else entered through the door with their wet shoes, the welcome mat at the entrance seeming to not do its job very effectively.
Your attention quickly shifted when you heard your phone ring and grabbed it out of your back pocket, heart beating a little faster when you saw who was calling.
“Vancouver Academy Preschool”
You had spent hours teasing Brock about how uptight this school sounded. It was preschool for crying out loud, and both you and Brock went to public school and turned out just fine, but he wasn’t budging. Only the very best for his boy. You didn’t feel a single trace of amusement seeing the name now though, only anxious as to why they could be calling.
“Good Afternoon, is this Brooks’ mom, YN speaking?” a woman's voice echoes over the speaker.
“Uh- that’s me but I’m not-”
“Oh thank goodness, we weren’t able to get in contact with his father, I’m glad I could at least reach one of his parents.” she continues, interrupting you before you could correct her that you weren’t Brooks’ mom. Brock was still at the rink, that’s probably why he wasn’t answering. “I’m Brooks’ teacher and I’m calling because there was an accident at school today and we were wondering if you would be able to come pick Brooks up from school?”
Your throat constricts a little at what she's saying, not being able to comprehend the words Brooks and accident in one sentence. “An accident? What accident? Is he hurt?” you ask frantically, questions flying one after the other.
“He’s perfectly fine ma’am. He had a little fall and bumped his head. There was a little scratch but we had our school nurse clean it up and check him out, but we thought since there were only a few hours left of school anyway and he seemed a bit upset, it may be better if he just went home for the day.”
Your eyes flickered to the clock on the wall, seeing that it was only noon. You had another four hours to work at most, but you also knew that Brock probably wasn’t going to see the school’s messages before then and you couldn’t leave Brooks at school until then. The thought of him hurt and upset was enough to make you remove the apron from your waist and say, “I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”
“Sounds serious,” you hear from your left seeing Lydia, one of your waitresses standing there.
“It was Brooks’ school. I need to go pick him up. I know it was your day to leave early but do you think you can stay until closing time? If you really can’t we’ll just close up early today,” you ramble, moving to grab your coat and searching for your keys.
“Of course, don’t even worry about it, I’ll close up.” she says
“I’m so sorry-”
“Don’t even try to apologise. You do what you need to for your kids, I get that.” and she did. Having two kids of her own.
“I know but he’s not even really mine. Not biologically at least. It’s not the same and I know this was your Friday to leave early,” you say remorsefully.
“Stop that. He’s yours in every way that matters. If I’ve ever seen anyone be a mom to that little boy, it’s you.” she says and your eyes sting a little and you have to blink up at the ceiling for a minute to stop them from falling.
“Thank you. I owe you one, I’ll see you Monday?” you ask and make your way out the door when she nods.
How you ended up in this situation, you honestly had no idea. It hadn’t been your intention to end up having your name registered as a parental contact. But you did feel an immense sense of warmth that Brock trusted you enough to do it.
Brock had been your friend for many years, and when Brooks came into the world, he only brought you closer. You would have never wished for Brooks’ mom to abandon him and Brock, and you would forever hold resentment in your heart for her because of that, but it did create a hole in their lives that you had somehow filled.
When you pull into the parking lot at Brooks’ school, you clench the steering wheel tightly and let out a big breath, releasing all the confusing thoughts about your role in Brooks’ life and the confusing relationship you had with his father. One day maybe you’d address those thoughts, but today isn’t that day.
You step out of the car, pulling your coat tighter around you to shield from the cold and take a little jog up to the front entrance. The receptionist immediately glanced up when you entered and sent you a quick smile.
“Hi I’m here to pick up Brooks Boeser,” you say and her eyes widened significantly, looking a lot more interested when she heard that last name and called through to the classroom. That almost would have been amusing had you not been preoccupied by your nerves about Brooks. You knew Brock paid a lot of big donations and checks that ensured him and Brooks were treated well here, and it looked like that treatment extended to you.
A door buzzes open and through comes Brooks, his hands tightly clasped on the straps of his backpack, his feet shuffling against the ground.
His eyes were red, cheeks flushed, a little bandaid on his forehead where you assumed the little scratch was. As he neared you his eyes teared up and the bottom lip started to wobble.
“Yn!” he yells, picking up his pace when he sees you and tripping into your legs, wrapping his arms around them.
“Oh my little love, did you get hurt?” You ask bending down and pushing his hair away from his forehead and gently running your fingers over the bandaid, as he nods.
“What exactly happened?” you ask his teacher who was only standing a few feet away observing the interaction.
“Brooks was playing outside with a friend and when he came back inside his shoes were wet and he ran, slipped and fell. He hit his head against a table and there’s a little scrape but as I said on the phone our nurse checked him out and he seems to be just fine. I can contact the nurse to talk with you if you’d like” the teacher says
“That won’t be necessary, I trust that everything was handled as it should be,” you say in a tone suggesting that anything else would be ridiculous since Brock spends so much money on this school.
“Brooks was so excited when he found out his mom was coming to get him,” his teacher redirects the conversation and you smile tightly at her, that word causing your throat to squeeze tightly.
You squeeze Brooks tightly, the little boy still clinging to you as if his life depended on it. You pick him up, throwing his bag over your shoulder and making your way to the door when the teacher holds it open for you.
“Thank you,” you say politely and she smiles back at you.
“Have a good weekend. I’ll see you on Monday Brooks,” she says as you make your way to your car.
When Brooks is tightly secured in his car seat and you’ve let the car warm up a bit, you make your way to the arena.
“Wanna go visit daddy at work?” you ask Brooks, reaching back and squeezing his foot when you reach a red light.
“Yes!” he yells and you smile at his excitement.
“He’ll be happy to see you,” you say, focusing your attention back on the road.
“Happy to see you too,” Brooks replies and you glance at him in the mirror seeing a teasing little smile on that face.
“You think so?” you ask and he nods
“Uncle Petey told dad he’s happiest when he sees you,” Brooks says matter of factly
“Have you been listening to your dad’s conversations again?” you ask and he smiles guiltily
“No. They thought I was sleeping,” he admits softly and you smile, shaking your head at him. He’s sneaky.
“Do you love my daddy?” Brooks asks and you swallow thickly thinking about it for a second. You knew Brooks was going to be asking about your friendship with his dad sooner or later, you’d just hoped it was later and that Brock was the one being asked.
You didn’t know how to say it without giving Brooks the wrong idea, and you definitely didn’t need him running back to his dad and telling him about your feelings for him. You weren’t entirely sure Brock was over what happened with Brooks’ mom. You didn’t think he was in love with her, but the way she just left and abandoned both of them still had an effect on Brock. He still hadn’t gone back to dating even after all these years.
“Of course I love your dad. He’s my best friend in the whole world.” you tell him and he smiles happily.
“Do you think my dad is pretty?” Brooks asks curiously
“He’s very pretty, just like you,” you say to Brock’s mini-me.
“My dad thinks you’re pretty too. He told uncle Quinny while you were making noodles,” Brooks says, referring to a few days ago when you cooked pasta for Brock and a few guys at his place.
“Are you two going to get married?” Brooks asks and you nearly swerve off the road.
“What made you have that idea?” you ask more calmly than you feel
“A girl in my class said that if two people love each other and think they’re pretty, they get married,” Brooks explains
“It’s a bit more complicated than that bud,” you say gently, relieved as you finally pull up to the arena.
You walk into the arena, Brooks’ hand clasped tightly in yours and wait in a little room you were directed to while someone called for Brock. You were sitting on a couch, Brooks cuddled up in your lap when Brock finally entered the room, closing the door behind him. Brock observed the two of you for a second, a strange emotion clouding his face.
“Dad! Look, I have a scratch on my head!” he says as you stand up and walk towards Brock, Brooks still on your hip.
Brock’s panicked eyes find yours before brushing Brooks’ hair away so he could inspect the little scratch more carefully, his other hand falls to your waist, pulling both of you close.
“He had a little fall, scraped his head, he’s okay. I took care of it,” you reassure him, and Brock’s shoulders relax a little bit.
Brock nods, pressing a kiss to Brooks’ forehead before moving to kiss your cheek, and your breath hitches at the intimate gesture. Brock had always been affectionate but lately he’s been doing a lot more often and openly.
“I’m gonna go grab my stuff, I’ll be back in a sec. Do you need anything?” Brock asks, his hand caressing the skin at your waist lightly.
“No, we’re fine. Go finish up,” you say and he smiles, giving you both a peck again before leaving the room again.
Later that day when you’ve got Brooks passed out in his bed, Brock joins you in the living room taking a seat on the couch, sitting as close to you as he can without actually touching you.
Brock leans his head back, letting out a trembling breath.
“He’s okay Brock. It’s just a little scratch. You know that if I suspected he wasn’t okay I would’ve taken him to-”
“I know. It’s just that you shouldn’t have to. It’s my job to take care of him and I wasn’t there.” Brock says and you sigh, moving even close to him.
“Look at me,” you insist softly, and he does, his gaze so incredibly soft and fond it makes your heart feel like it’s going to burst.
“You’re a great dad Brock. You love that little boy so much, and he knows it. You’re doing the best that you can and it’s okay to ask for help sometimes.” you say and his hand falls to your upper thigh, caressing it softly.
“It’s not fair to you,” he argues
“I love that little guy and there’s nothing I love more than taking care of him. Of both of you.” you say and Brock looks at you for a moment.
“I love you,” he confesses and you can feel a ball forming in your throat.
“I love you too,” you reply and Brock shakes his head.
“No, I love you. I’m in love with you. I always have been”
“Brock-”
“I can never bring myself to regret being with Brooks’ mom. You weren’t available back then and I was convinced you never would be, but somehow your ex managed to mess it up and you were single and I was so happy because I was finally gonna get my shot. And then Brooks happened and I love that kid to death, so I could never ever regret it, but it’s always been you.” he says softly, framing your face with both hands and kissing you softly.
“This family isn’t complete without you. I hope you know that.” Brock says, gently caressing your face when he pulls away.
“Will you stay the night?” he asks and you smile.
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” you answer, and a few weeks later all your things were in that house, knowing you were never leaving again.
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Outside the office Part Four
Hi all! Part Four- hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it! That is to say- quite a bit!
“What do you mean, you can’t make it?” Valentino asked in exasperation. “Neither of you?”
Both Velvette and Vox shook their heads no. I stood next to the couch, feeling both frustrated and embarrassed at my alleged need for a bodyguard. This is something that would have literally never happened back home. I could take care of myself- not that anyone would believe me.
“I have a meeting- I can’t miss it.” Vox explained.
“And I scheduled this fashion show months ago. You two will be fine. Just stick to him like glue, you hear me?” Velvette replied, turning towards me.
“Wouldn’t it be better if she went with one of you? I have work to do too, you know. I don’t go out every night just for fun.” Valentino paced the foyer.
“I could just- stay home.” I said softly, wishing I could sink into the floor. “I can take care of myself, you know.”
“I think the fuck not.” Velvette shooed her hand at me. “Don’t be absurd. No reason to spend the night alone. The issue is safety- you staying here by yourself won’t solve that issue, and I can’t have you next to me during the show.”
“And I don’t trust the demons I’m meeting with.” Vox added, his voice a touch softer. “But that isn’t your fault.”
Valentino sighed. “Fine. Then the safest place is with me tonight. Princessa, I need you to stick by me like glue though, hm?” He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “But first, dinner. Since it’s just us, any requests?”
“Alright, so it's settled. I’ll see you back here tonight. I doubt I’ll make it out.” Vox said, turning and hitting the elevator button.
“Same. Just stick by Val and you’ll be fine.” Velvette winked at me.
They stepped into the elevator and the door closed after them. Valentino looked at me expectantly.
“Any thoughts on what you might like to eat?”
I shrugged. “What are my options?”
“It’s hell. Literally anything you can think of. What do you like, princessa?”
“Pasta.” I shrugged. “That’s always a safe bet.”
“Fine. I know just the place.” Valentino pulled out his phone and punched a few numbers in. He spoke quickly and when he hung up, he turned to me. “Come, mi amor. ”
As we rode down the elevator together we chatted lightly about what I had done that day. Between the edits for Vox and the modeling for Velvette, my day had begun early and hadn’t ended until just before the realization that Vox and Velvette had events that night.
“What about you? What did you do all day today?” I asked out of curiosity.
“The usual, nothing interesting princessa.” He replied dismissively.
I wasn’t surprised by his answer. Over the past few months Valentino rarely discussed the inner workings of his day. Unlike Vox or Velvette who vented whenever the opportunity arose, Valentino remained strangely silent when it came to his work.
We arrived quickly and Valentino guided me through the doors, hooking his arm in mine.
“Just stay within my eyesight tonight, and everything will be fine.” He assured me as we took our seats. “Wine?”
I accepted and he poured me a glass. The waiter brought out two full plates and I dug in.
“So tell me, Princessa. You’ve been here a few months now, and I still don’t know what brought you here in the first place.” He reached over and refilled my wine glass. “Care to share?”
I stopped eating. “Lucifer didn’t tell you?”
He shook his head. “No. That’s why I’m asking you, babydoll. It will stay among us, I assure you.”
“It isn’t a secret. Or at least, I didn’t think it was.” I took a deep breath. “You know Lucifer is technically my biological uncle. My mother is- was Lilith, his sister. She married my father, who is- er, was, the head of the extermination unit in heaven.”
I paused and tried to read the expression on his face.
“Go on, love.” He prompted calmly.
I hesitated, a cold, uneasy feeling washing over my insides. I didn’t like to talk about it, but he brought up a good point. I had been there long enough and knew the V’s well enough that sharing my story couldn’t cause any harm.
“I didn’t know Lilith was my mother until right before I came down here.” I began slowly. “Lucifer filled me in on her death my first night here. Shortly after I was born, a band of angels got together and slaughtered her. When I was growing up, I was told she died in childbirth, and beyond that it just wasn’t talked about.” I took a deep breath. “So it was just Dad and I growing up, and he…he was tough. He had to be, to hold his position and raise a kid. So I grew up learning what he taught his soldiers- exercise, movement, fighting. Contrary what Lucifer believes, I can fight- and I can fight pretty well too.”
Valentino nodded and gave me an encouraging smile as he waited for me to gather my thoughts. The pang of sadness struck me and I took a gulp of wine, willing it to wash the sadness away.
“About a year ago, the power structure in heaven began to shift. The exorcist regime as my father ran culled sinners with Lucifer’s input. That is to say Lucifer chose the worst of the sinners down here, and sentenced them to death himself. As the hierarchy shifted, another angel came to the forefront, calling for a new order. An order where angels had the final say.” I paused and drained the rest of my glass.
Valentino wordlessly handed me a glass of water before refilling my cup. I took a sip but set the glass down, drinking down more wine as I prepared to say the next part.
“The night before I came here, my father called me into his office. Lucifer was waiting for me. My Dad told me everything- how my mother was a demon, and as such I was half demon. He told me he kept it hidden for the longest time to keep both himself and me safe. Heaven wouldn’t accept a half angel, and in their eyes, my father committed an egregious sin. The people coming into power had made a connection between the demon they slaughtered twenty five years ago, and my existence. I begged my father to let me stay, begged him to let me fight.” I rubbed my eyes, biting back tears. “He refused. Lucifer dragged me through the portal and that was the last time I saw my father. Later that night, Lucifer dropped the bomb- my father was gone, and a new government had risen to power. And they wanted me dead, alongside my so-called traitor of a father.”
“Princessa.” Valentino said softly.
My glass was empty and I took the bottle from across the table, refilling my cup as I tried to control the trembling that threatened my voice. “And do you want to know what the worst part is? I could have stayed. I could have fought, I could have made a difference. And instead, I left like a coward. I let Lucifer take me instead of standing my ground. And now, my father is dead because of it.”
Valentino reached across the table, taking both my hands in his. “It sounds more to me like your father saved you. Angels cannot live down here for longer than twenty four hours. He knew he couldn’t run- but as a half angel, you could.” He paused. “I’m sorry, princessa, for your loss.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the mental wall I had spent so long trying to build to come up again. To shut out the pain. I exhaled slowly, willing myself to disassociate from the memory. I would have drank more wine, but his hands held both of mine firmly.
“There isn’t anything I can do about it now. But Valentino, that’s why I’m here. That’s why Lucifer left me with you. And it pisses me off that he didn’t make you aware of the danger you’re in. They killed my father, what is to stop them from coming after you next?”
He smiled. “Princessa, they may try. But we have a much, much stronger advantage simply by being in hell. Add in the amount of security around you, and I assure you that we are not the ones you should be worried about. We are here to keep you safe from all dangers- be it angels, or a more immediate threat- the sinners and demons who reside in hell. Tell me, princessa, did you feel safe walking the streets of heaven when you lived there?”
I stared at him. “Of course.”
“Would you help someone if they asked for it?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” I hoped the offense was evident in my voice.
“Because that attitude in hell would get you killed in a second, princessa. You grew up in a trusting environment. You didn’t have to think twice about helping someone, nor worry about underlying motivations that person may have. Down here, things are not so simple. There is a reason hell exists.” He let go of my hands and gently took the wine glass away from me. “Don’t think we believe you are weak- you have made it very clear to us that you are strong. And the past you shared sheds light on many of the questions that have arisen during our time together.”
“Questions? Questions like what?” I asked.
“Your gym routine, for one. I’ve never met someone so dedicated to a rigorous, daily two hour workout. Your writing and reading skills for another. Some of the documents you edited were mine- and I am impressed by the analytical way you get your point across. Put that together with your personality, and it makes sense that you have a military-like background.”
I felt my cheeks flush- be it from the wine or the embarrassment was beyond me. Valentino stood up and offered me his hand.
“Come princessa. Let us walk away from this discussion and enjoy the night together, shall we?”
I nodded and accepted his hand, the feeling of relief washing over me. We arrived at the club in record time, and made our way through the entrance. Although Valentino had moved past our conversation, the cold feeling of guilt still weighed heavy in my chest. I sat at the table and drank, feeling Valentino’s eyes on me even as he moved throughout the room. I quickly lost count of how many glasses of wine I drank, trying to wash down the sadness that threatened to consume me. I would not cry. My father didn’t tolerate crying. This shouldn’t be any different.
“It’s time to go home, babydoll.” Valentino said, walking up to me.
I stood up and the room spun. I grabbed the table to steady myself and concern washed over his features. He tilted my chin so our eyes met.
“Come, princessa.” He said gently, taking me by the arm. “I’ve got you.”
We somehow ended up back in the limo and I snuggled next to him, the feeling of safeness and stability settling over me. I laid my head on his shoulder. He looked down at me and smiled. Butterflies joined the mixed feelings in my belly and I wriggled myself closer to him. He bent his head down, his lips hovering above mine.
I leaned in and he froze and pulled away, shaking his head.
“No, princessa. Not when you have had too much to drink.” He said gently. He pulled me to his lap and stroked my hair, guiding my head to his chest.
“But Val,” I heard myself whine in protest. “I…you make me feel safe.”
“Princessa. Every part of me would like nothing more than to cover you with kisses and make sure that you never felt unsafe again. But until you are able to consent- sober and able to consent- I will not.” His hand paused on my head. “Close your eyes and go to sleep.”
“But Val.”
I felt his hand slide down to my shoulder and he rubbed my back. “Tomorrow morning, princessa. I promise. We will talk about this.”
Darkness fell over me until I felt the limo stop. I tried to get up, embarrassment and offense flooding my body as I realized he had turned me down. I tried to pull myself out and stumbled. I felt his arms around my waist, steadying me before lifting me up off the ground.
“I can walk.” I mumbled against him.”You don’t have to help me.”
“If you think for one second I’m going to let you fall on your face, you have another thing coming.” He cradled me to his shoulder as he carried me inside. “Just so you know, I’m not leaving you by yourself tonight.”
“I’m sorry.” I mumbled in response as he carried me out of the elevator and onto our floor. “I can walk. My bedroom is that way.”
He ignored me and part of me realized he was carrying me down towards his room. He pushed open the door, holding me with one hand and the next thing I knew, I was sitting on his bed.
“Arms up,” he commanded. “Come on princessa. Help me out here. This is usually Vox’s job.”
I half heartedly lifted my arms up and he yanked a tee shirt over my head, guiding my arms through. I felt a tug around my top and heard the fabric rip. He pulled the remains of my outfit out from underneath the tee shirt. I stood up, the fabric falling to my knees. I tried to pull off my pants, struggling with the too tight buttons. He gently pulled my hands to the side and in a second, my pants were around my ankles. I stumbled as I shook them off.
“Back to bed,” he said sternly, rolling me on my side. “Just like that. Good girl.”
“I’m okay Val.” I protested.
I felt him lay next to me. “You’re not. I’ve been around enough to know the difference between a drinking to forget kind of drunk, and the I’ve had too much fun kind of drunk.” He leaned over and brushed the hair out of my eyes. “Princessa, you are very much the former.”
“I’m sorry.” I whispered.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. You’re safe here. I promise. Now go to sleep.” His voice was soft, almost soothing.
“Yes, Valentino.” I mumbled as I closed my eyes.
I felt him tighten his grip ever so gently before sleep washed over me.
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Platonic yandere (aged up) father Giorno Giovanna
My father wasn’t normal father , not in the sense that he was hurting me but he just acts odd
“No don’t go out today”
“Why do you want to go to school I’ll got you the best tutors”
“Don’t go farther than the garden”
It was odd my friend’s father’s never that clingy or strict, but even so none of my friends have what I have, a lavish garden a giant bedroom beautiful clothes and a father with am amazing fashion taste and a amazing aunt who is a Famous singer and a badass uncle, who honestly needs to take a shower more often, but even tho they felt like family they weren’t biologically related to us, and my dad never wanted to talk about my mom, there is another person a blond man with anger issues he try’s to control them but it’s not that hard to notice he sometimes helps me with my math homework, but he always looks sad about it. my dad doesn’t really trust him to be with me for to long but I like him he’s nice
Today was a boring day my dad was working like always but normally I would be in the garden or doing something fun but everyone was busy with something actually now that I think about it it’s always around this time every year that everyone is busy uncle Mista, aunt Trish, even uncle fugo every year on this week it was always like this every one was on edge and it would make the atmosphere weird but I decided to test my luck today
Slowly walking up to my dads office Felt weird it felt like I was walking to my own execution but that wasn’t the weird part the weird part is I felt people other people in my dad’s vicinity which wouldn’t be odd if it was a normal week but it wasn’t a normal week it was the week
No one disturbed him for unnecessary stuff during that week unless they wanted a death sentence
I open the door quietly and look at my father hunched over his desk a small phone in his hand he looks up at he and puts the photo down
“padre can we talk?”
“Yes La mia piccola rosa what is it”
“Can i go out to the garden some of my friends might be outside so you won’t have to worry about me”
“No”
“But-”
“No.”
He never raised his voice but he was Stern with his answer
“I understand” I say trying not to let any emotion get through
“Maybe after tomorrow when I’m free” he never liked seeing me sad but he doesn’t want to be away from me
“Okay” I never liked how clingy he was with me but we have a good relationship partially because of it
I shiver slightly and he notices
“Are you alright La mia piccola rosa?”
“Yeah it’s just chilly, do you have the AC on?” he looks at me confused
“No and all the windows are closed” i look around to see he’s right
“Are you coming down with something?” He sounded worried that was never a good thing
“It’s nothing”
“You sure”
“Yes dad I’m sure”
“Well just in case stay in bed today and don’t turn the AC on, ok”
“Okay dad” i move and grab the door handle
He smile’s and nod’s his head “alright love you La mia piccola rosa”
“Love you too” I leave his office and closing the door behind me i don’t really feel like I won but at the sometime I didn’t feel like I lost i still got to go outside but it was under my dad’s supervision i know he wants me to have a good childhood one he could not have but he also wants me to stay close and look over me 24/7
I keep walking till I make it to my room and I feel that chill run down my back again after I got in I thought nothing of it until I got into bed and heard someone actually more then one person
“That stubborn Stronzo”
“Don’t call him that Leone especially in front of his kid”
“Oh it’s not even like his kid can hear us”
“They might not be able to hear us but even so that type of language should be used around a kid, have you forgotten narancia is here with us”
“Yeah what about me!”
The gruff tired voice just sighed and sounded defeated and answered back the nicer person’s voice “fine I’m sorry Bucciarati.“
“I’m not the one you should be saying sorry to”
“Fine. I’m sorry Narancia”
Slowly the voices started fading out but I couldn’t get one person’s voice out of my head the man with the soft voice he sounded so gentle and kind and I couldn’t forget his name Bucciarati, it felt like I knew that name before like someone talked about him before but I couldn’t place my finger on it
I decided to not do anything about it for now, maybe I could ask dad about it at dinner if him and aunt Trish and uncle Mista hell even maybe even fugo will be there, so one of them has to know that name, maybe it was a colleague they mentioned in passing and that’s why I remember it or maybe it was a friend?
I slowly getting to bed and start to fall asleep since when was I tired
I slowly wake up except I couldn’t move and there was something above me a humanoid-like body with robotic and inexpressive and lack proper mouth and it has a mask on I can’t tell if it’s a mask or it’s it’s the face but it looks like a goat skull with black roses on one half of it
It was just staring at me till I heard a knock on the door and I actually woke up
I sprint up out of my bed to see aunt Trish looking at me a little surprised and worried 
“Hay you alright”
“Yeah, I’m fine, just a nightmare.”
“Alright, do you want to talk about it?”
“No, it’s nothing, please don’t tell dad”
“I won’t just this one time.”
“Thank you auntie Trish!” she smiled at me
“Okay get ready and get down we’re all waiting for you” I nod and she closes the door as I get up and get into some proper clothing and quickly wash my face and brush my teeth before running downstairs
“Sorry, sorry I’m late”
“Don’t worry about it just try not to be late again”
“I won’t, I just over slept” i say as I hug him then stepped away from him and started to greeting them
“You push them to much Giorno” uncle Mista laughed he hugged me and patted my back firmly“you should just let them be a kid, you know go soft on them” I pulled back and looked at my dad who was shaking his head
“Don’t listen to him structure is good for a kid, it’s how you turn them in to good adults” fugo continues but uncle Mista cuts him off
“so what now you want them to grow up and leave us i knew you where heartless fugo but still why would you say they want to leave”
“I never said that” fugo yells back
“you didn’t have to it was implied!” Uncle Mista let’s go of me and start’s pointing his finger at fugo
“You can’t even spell implied! And don’t point your finger at me!” He was really trying to hold back
“Yes i can!”
“Then spell it”
“I-M-P-L-E-D” after uncle Mista said that fugo looked like he was going to explode
“You forgot the I, what did you not make it past Grade school” before the fight could get any worse aunt Trish grabs them by both of they’re ears
“Will you two stop it! You shouldn’t be fighting this week you both know that and you shouldn’t be fighting in front of the Don’s kid” uncle Mista and fugo both looked in pain “say sorry” she doesn’t look like she’s joking around
“Sorry”
”Sorry”
she finally let’s them go and pat’s the top of my head as my dad laugh’s at their antics and we walked to the diner table as the maids started putting out the food
The conversation went as expected with a question for me even now and again
“How are cello lessons going?”
“Good my teacher says I’m improving really fast” I say quick trying to brush past any conversation that has to include me
“Probably because this is your fifth installment”I should have known better
“Yeah, who knows maybe your dad will finally decide to put you in sports related activities” as soon as uncle Mista said that I got hopeful
“No.” He says sternly as he takes another sip of his wine. Yet again I should have known better
The conversation quickly change’s but I was getting antsy and I think dad could tell as I started to tap my foot up and down
“If something is bothering you please say it” dad said as he cut into a piece of his steak
“Dad did you have a Business partner called Bucciarati?” right as I asked that I regretted it i might not have been the most understanding person when it comes to reading a room but I understood that the atmosphere change was the minute I ordered that name
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. someone anyone of those of God say something
“how do you know that name!,who-!” “mista enough”his voice it was different he didn’t raise it but it left no room for an argument

“I think it’s time for you to go to sleep” i don’t want to sleep i want to know what’s happening i was frozen i deeply wanted to know but I had never went against his words
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“No”
“I’m sorry what.”
“No, I don’t want to, I want answers”
“Your not getting any anytime soon, now go to your room and go to sleep”
“But i-”
“NO!”.
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. he yelled he never yells, he calmed down a little he just looked at me I got up and left to my room
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
The clock , I can’t sleep because of it, no it’s not that I know it’s not because of that, it was dad and uncle mista and aunt Trish and fugo how they reacted
I was already in bed by now it was around 12:57 I went to bed around 11:43 they were probably done talking about it but I wanted to know even if I was being nosy and I wasn’t supposed to
I quietly got out of bed and started walking down to dad’s office making carful not to make a sound I looked through the keyhole and press my ear towards the door making sure not to make a sound
“Maybe someone told them?” Uncle mista said 
“Who would be stupid enough to make that mistake,who here even knows about him?!” Fugo Retaliated back
“Did one of us let it slip?”
“definitely not” they all turned towards dad, I have noticed something they all had creatures like mine they were very vague and the image of the most fuzzy they were they’re standing behind them
“How could you be so sure,giorno?”
“because no one here has ever met him, we don’t keep anything of his here, in the few people that talked about him well they won’t be talking for a long time, and we’re always careful with the subject”
Uncle mista had a bunch of bullet people there were six of them floating around, and they had something written on their heads, I couldn’t tell what it was but I know it was something maybe a letter or number?

aunt Trish had some sort of girl humanoid looking thing, with green eyes and more weird signs on their head, is that a is that a multiplication sign?
Fugo was probably the hardest to tell now because it wasn’t clear because it wasn’t fully developed there what’s even the word for this but it was purple covered in smoke and for god’s sake was it drooling did the damn thing have no manners
“ugh” before I could stop myself I’d lead out of disgusted sound and immediately covered my mouth
it was too late they had heard me they rushed to the door opening it I had fallen back a bit as they rushed to the door
“Oh my god!”
“dad, before you say anything I am so so sorry I did not mean to interrupt I was just curious, I know that I should’ve listen but I promise I will never-”
“Trish call 911!” I had looked at them confused and then looked where they were huddling to see my body but I was right here.
how can I?
what just?
I looked up at dad as he was looking down on my body he had one of those weird people things to his was less human? It looked more mechanical, it had a golden energy flowing through it, and it was holding onto my body.
“Dad?”
“How are you here?” I hear horrified voice ask Ask behind me to see a man a of above-average height with a slim build. He has black chin-length hair with straight-cut bangs covering his forehead. His hair is adorned with a braid going along the top of his head and a hair clip surmounted on each side of his bangs.
“Who are you?”
#Spotify#yandere jjba#jjba#jjba x reader#platonic#platonic yandere Jjba#yandere golden wind#yandere giorno giovanna x reader#platonic yandere#non binary reader
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If possible could you do a G!P Kate Bishop x Barton Reader where reader and Kate have been trying for a child for a while and soon reader finally becomes pregnant and eventually gives birth on Christmas
Little peanut
Pairings: g!p Kate Bishop x Barton!reader
Word count: 2283
Warnings: small smut, angst with a happy ending, fluff, reader is pregnant, Kate has a penis don’t like it don’t read, giving birth, overprotective Kate
Summary: When you were starting to lose hope in having a baby with your wife you received some good news
No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!
“We’re here!” Yelled your wife in the medium sized farm house, laughing when the youngest came running to the two of you. You smiled seeing how she handled the four year old boy.
“Hey little guy! How’s it going?” He quickly went into a rant about a new toy that he got and dragged her to his room. Your mother greeted you with a large hug as your father did the same moments after.
“Hey pumpkin.” You groaned at the nickname as Clint laughed and grabbed you and Kate’s bags, bringing them to the guest bedroom and laying them down on the bed. Laura dragged you into the dining room and sat you down to start chatting with you.
“So, how’s it going with, you know.” Her small smirk quickly faded seeing your defeated sigh, placing her hand on top of yours she silently reassured you. She stood up and grabbed some coffee for herself and tea for you knowing that coffee isn’t great for pregnancy. You gave a tight lipped smile when receiving the still hot mug.
“Thanks ma, I’m just so sick of waiting. We’ve been trying for almost a year now and still there’s nothing. I’m starting to think that maybe I’m not supposed to be a parent.” Tears filled your eyes as you spoke, the thought hurting both you and your mother.
“Oh honey, of course you are! You’re so well with your siblings and I know that someday you’ll have a child, whether it’s biological or even adoption. Now, you have been tested for your fertility but has Kate? Maybe since she is a little different from most women, she can’t have kids?” The realization hit you, maybe she actually wasn’t able to have kids. The both of you have gone to multiple doctors to see if you were fertile but neither of you ever thought to get her tested as well.
“N-no, we haven’t. I didn’t really ever think of that but it makes sense now that I think of it.” More tears left your eyes and your mom engulfed you in a large hug, now having tears of her own. She muttered out reassuring words while you tried calming yourself down as you heard Kate running down the stairs. You didn’t want her seeing you like this. She walked in with a large smile on her face but it disappeared when seeing you. Laura nodded to the woman, signaling for her to come and comfort you. You looked over to finally make eye contact with your wife as she rushed over to you, immediately bombarding you with questions.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Can you tell me what’s on your mind.” You swallowed the lump in your throat and finally spoke, letting out all of your feelings and emotions. Kate listened intently with every word, her eyebrows furrowing more every time you spoke.
“Oh baby, come here.” She wrapped her arms around you tightly and pressed kisses to your head before speaking once more. “It’s gonna be okay, I’m right here. I’ll always be here.” She brought you up to your room and gave a small thank you to the brown haired woman, giving a sad smile when Clint saw you two. Laying you down on the bed she held you tightly until you finally fell asleep, smiling into your skin as she joined you in resting for the first time today.
You woke up to the feeling of someone grinding against you, a large bulge pushing back and forth against your form. Turning over you see Kate’s flushed face as she’s using one hand to grope your body and the other to play with her own breasts.
“K-Katey-” She quickly shushed you by shaking her head fastly, whimpering against your neck as she positioned herself to go on top of you.
“Let me just fuck you, please? I’m so fucking horny right now, I need you so bad. I’ll get you pregnant this time I promise, I’ll put my babies in you I promise.” You hesitantly agreed, knowing that your family was just downstairs and could possibly hear you if you’re too loud.
“Okay, but just be quiet. I don’t need my dad hearing me scream out daddy.” You both let out a small chuckle before she connected her lips with your own, undoing her pants and rubbing herself onto you.
Almost a month went by and the two of you never stopped trying, you were surprised you haven’t got a noise complaint yet with how loud you were. Although this week was different, you had less of a sex drive and had even started puking in the morning. When you found out that you were a few days late for your period as well Kate rushed home from work and held you while you waited for the results.
“I’m scared Kate, what if it comes back negative?” The woman hugged you tighter and grabbed your face in her hands, leaving pecks all over you until she reached your lips. Giving you a long, passionate kiss as to calm you down slightly.
“It will be okay babe, and if it comes back negative we just keep trying like we always do.” “I’m tired of trying, I just want to be pregnant already.” The woman nodded, seemingly agreeing with your statement. She held you once again until the timer went off, standing up she slowly walked over to the counter and flipped over the tests. A large grin took over her face and you looked up excitedly, hoping she’d say they came back positive. Standing up you walked over to your wife and looked at the object on the paper towel, seeing two lines on each stick. You lightly gasped and turned to the other woman, noticing she was still awe struck, pulling her into your arms as you spilled a few happy tears onto her shoulder.
“I can’t believe it, we’re gonna be moms.” Kate whispered into your hair as she kissed the top of your head repeatedly, leaning back to finally look at you. You nodded and said happily, “We’re gonna be moms.”
Later that night you both facetimed your family, making sure everyone was there to see.
“Okay, okay, now what’s the big news?” Your mother asked impatiently. You both grinned and turned the camera around to show the big surprise. Gasps echoed throughout the phone as they all stared in shock and disbelief.
“Are you serious right now? I’m finally going to be a grandma!” Laura yelled out excitedly as everyone else congratulated you. You and Kate thanked them all as you heard loud noises in the background.
“Clint! Where’s my jacket? I’m going to go see them!” You both laughed at your mother’s antics and talked to them for another hour until you said your goodbyes and hung up, going to bed as you held one another tightly.
The next few months were torture, you continuosly nagged your wife to buy all of your cravings and she did with little complaint. You were throwing up almost everyday and couldn’t enjoy your favorite foods from before. Kate even went to the store and bought what seemed like hundreds of parenting books and read them all, writing down her own notes for each and every thing. When it came to your third trimester she was even worse, not letting you do anything by yourself, making sure to hold you with every step you took as in her words, “You might hurt yourself and the baby.” You found it cute how much she truly cared for you and the little peanut in your belly, the nickname that she gave them. When you both found out you’d be having a baby girl you two got started on the nursery, well, she did. She refused to let you move a muscle and even had Clint come over to help her build the crib. Your parents were just as protective and happy about the pregnancy as you guys were, calling almost every night to see how you’re doing and going to every appointment even if it was two hours away. Your siblings were excited to finally have a niece even bought you both gifts for when the baby was born. On Christmas morning you awoke to breakfast in bed and a smiling Kate delivering it.
“How’s my beautiful wife this morning?” You laughed slightly and Kate soon brought you into a large kiss, muttering a ‘Merry Christmas baby’ against them. She leaned down and kissed your large belly, repeating the same words to them as she did you.
“I can’t believe this will be the little one’s first Christmas.” You wished you could take a photo of how happy Kate looked, the thought of the baby always made a cheek hurting smile appear on her face.
“Well, technically it’s not the baby's first Christmas until she’s actually born and out of my belly.” “Shhh, let me be excited.” The two of you shared a few laughs as she soon dragged you to the living room where all the presents laid. Upon opening the first few gifts you felt as though you had to pee and blamed it on your small blatter. Walking to the bathroom you stopped when you felt liquid dripping down your leg, looking down to see a large wet spot on the ground.
“K-Kate.” “Yeah babe? Everything okay?” She asked as she started speed walking over to you. She cut herself short when seeing the floor and your pants, realizing what was happening.
“Oh-oh my god. We need to get you to a hospital now, go in the car, I'll grab the go bag!” You nodded but were stopped with a sharp pain to your stomach. Using the wall to lean yourself on you yelled out in pain as Kate rushed over to help you up, walking you to the car instead.
“It’s going to be alright, everything will be just fine!” She repeated, you questioned if she was saying it to you or herself.
On the way to the hospital she called your family and told them everything while they slightly panicked and informed you both that they’d be there in an hour or so. When arriving at the building Kate hurriedly checked you in and you were immediately put into a room until you were fully dilated. Your wife held your hand through every type of pain and tried distracting you, only to end up being yelled at by you.
“Kate, if you don’t shut up I swear to god I will chop off that dick of yours! That’s what you get for doing this to me.” Her eyes widened and she sat down quickly, trying not to anger you more. Your parents and siblings rushed into the room after a little more than an hour but quickly saw your pained expression along with Kate’s scared one.
“Hey honey, how you doing?” When you calmly answered the woman's question Kate stared at you with pure confusion.
“Why aren’t you yelling at her? When I said the same thing you threatened to chop my dick off.” Your dad stifled a laugh as you stared the woman down.
“Because at least she didn’t get me pregnant and put me through this.” “You’re the one who wanted a baby even more than me!” Your parents watched the scene unfold with an amused face, wanting so desperately to laugh at your words and Kate’s reactions.
“Oh don’t even fucking star-” “Okay! That’s enough! Stop acting like literal children when you’re twenty-eight and you’re twenty-nine.” You were going to say something until another shock of pain hit you. Laura and Kate held you hand as Clint stood off to the side awkwardly, not exactly knowing what he should do.
After a few very painful and stressful hours the doctor finally came in to bring you into the delivery room, stating that you were fully dilated and ready to give birth. Your wife and your mother stayed to watch and help you while Clint went out to the waiting room where his kids were. Screams were heard loud and clear as the baby finally started to crown. Kate had tears running down her face and so did Laura as she looked to see the baby, dragging your wife to come see it as well.
“It’s so gross yet so beautiful.” She muttered out. When loud cries echoed throughout the room you looked up to see the baby in the doctor’s hands, smiling in full glory seeing your daughter. The man asked if Kate would like to see the little one to which she excitedly nodded, jumping up and down slightly while she clasped her hands together.
“You did it, I’m so proud of you.” Came your mothers voice. You looked over to her and tiredly smiled, letting her hug you tightly before joining your wife with the baby. The doctor walked over to you and handed you the newborn, congratulating you in the process. You thanked him and he left as the rest of your family piled in, awing at the child in your arms.
“You know, it’s funny because the first time we fucked in your parents house you found out you were pregnant soon after. Maybe it’s a Barton house thing, it would explain how you have so many siblings.” Kate said out of the blue, receiving many looks from everyone else and a stern look from the now grandparents.
“What’s fucking?” Came your little brother's voice. You all shared a look before bursting out laughing while your parents were still glaring at Kate with their mouth wide open.
“You had sex in our house?!” “Uh oh.”
#kate bishop x reader smut#kate bishop fluff#kate bishop smut#kate bishop x reader#kate bishop x you#kate bishop x gender neutral reader#kate bishop#hawkeye#anon ask#kate bishop angst#kate angst
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Shoutout to my mom who let me dump a bunch of spoilers on her so I could cry about Neteyam. Finally had the chance to get all that sobbing that dehydration robbed me of yesterday out of my system, and I’m feeling a little better now. I mean, the situation still makes me sad, but I don’t think I’ll continue to have my eyes suddenly start leaking every other hour like they did for most of today. :’)
so uuuhhh now that I’ve more or less gotten over that hurdle, I can finally sit down and make a post about all the other stuff from the movie! So here’s a list of some of the other thoughts and observations I had, not exactly comprehensive cuz this is all coming after 24 hours of grieving so I may not remember every single little thought I had, but here we go anyways (also tagging @tenebrius-excellium cuz you said you wanted to hear my thoughts):
-I just want to watch the first five or so minutes on loop for a while (although maybe without the cuts to Neytiri singing the songcord because 🥲, good golly the moment I saw that shot I, already being familiar with the lore behind songcords, was like oh NOOOOO), just the scenes of those ~14 peaceful years where the kids are growing up and the RDA is gone and everyone is happy together and it’s all just so sweet, this is the content I want, I want more of it, please pretty please, I know it’ll be a while before all the gif-makers are able to get a hold of those scenes but man as soon as they do goodness gracious I’m just gonna stare at it all for hours 😭
-While I was already assuming that the Metkayina didn’t actually know English and that we the audience were only hearing English for convenience, I was expecting that issue not to be directly addressed. So I was pleasantly surprised when it was subtly addressed with Jake’s voiceover about now being familiar enough with the Na’vi language to understand it as easily English as the audio of the kids bickering swapped from Na’vi to English. Theory confirmed!
-Speaking of the Na’vi language, I did feel very excited because I was able to understand some of the unsubtitled lines, which was a goal! so yay!! I mean, I didn’t understand every Na’vi line spoken (some of the longer ones I’ll definitely have to listen to more than once to piece together), but to even understand any of it at all, especially the ones without subtitles, felt very awesome!! dopamine rush babey!!!
-And on that note, the fact that Quaritch of all characters was making an effort to learn the language really surprised me! He struck me as the type of character to not give two craps about that sort of thing but hey. I definitely got a kick of out of Spider absolutely roasting him for his lack of skills hrh (note, I very most certainly do not condone actually mocking new learners making mistakes, obviously, but seeing as this is Quaritch we’re talking about...^^”) Spider’s line here was also a place I even managed to catch a subtitle discrepancy -- iirc, the subtitles read “You sound like a three-year-old!” but the actual line was nga plltxe na ‘eveng ahì’i! you speak like a small child! Which, I mean, y’know, same gist, but it was cool to be able to understand the actual words!! I also greatly enjoyed Spider trying to teach Quaritch the distinction between na and nga, just because man that’s one of those things every learner has been through, idk it was delightful to watch it go down between canon characters hrh
-Speaking of Quaritch and Spider....wow, I was surprised just how early they dropped the “Quartich’s son” bomb. That had been a pretty popular and plausible theory for a while, but I was expecting it to either be left up to interpretation or used as a bombshell later in the film. But nope, from the get-go it’s pretty heavily implied that not only is Quaritch Spider’s biological father, but that they’re both aware of this. So. Yeah, that was certainly a surprise.
-Kiri “I would rather drink acid than have Norm be my biological father” good gracious girl! like I mean yes the idea that Norm and Grace were secretly hookin’ up is obviously preposterous, but what did Norm ever do to you to deserve that reaction ^^; haha
-I mentioned in my High Ground post the three primary theories on Kiri’s origins. Having now seen the movie, I now think the mystical-Eywa-conception theory is by far the most likely. However, canonically it still remains a mystery/up to interpretation. Perhaps we’ll get more answers in movie 3...
-Y’know what, vulgarity is not typically my type of humor, but Lo’ak flippin’ Quaritch the double bird when asked to let him see his fingers did get a chuckle out of me hrh
-hey um yo the Metkayina kids were absolute JERKS, what the heck?? like good golly heckin’ rude. Except for Tsireya she’s chill I like her :)
-Personally I don’t think the story of this movie is a total rehash of the first one overall, but I can very mostly definitely see how people would consider it so. There were several lines in two scenes in particular, the one where the Sullies arrive at the Metkayina clan and the one with the tulkun hunters, that were just soooooo similar to lines from the first movie, not quite verbatim but certainly awkwardly close. I can absolutely see this becoming a common complaint from internet critics.
-Tuk pretty much solely exists to make the audience go d’awwwww!!, and y’know what, that’s ok because boy did she succeed :’)
-unfortunately, Quaritch’s ikran has by far the coolest design of all the ikrans, like bruh that color palette is heckin’ dope. what a shame ur now stuck with this jerk lol. Though I did snicker at Quaritch feeling the need to bond with the ikran “the hard way” solely because he couldn’t stand to be outdone by Jake lol
-I liked Lo’ak and Payakan’s friendship, it was very sweet. Also very interesting design-wise that a tulkun’s queue is in his mouth, and that the mouth has more of those bioluminescent patterns on the inside.
-The fact that the tulkun hunters are 100% aware that the species they’re hunting is fully sapient feels very ick to me. Sir that’s...that’s murder. Good gracious. and um “tulkun brain juice stops human aging” wh...what?? can uh...can we get some more explanation on that??? like is that gonna be somehow relevant to later movies or is it just some arbitrary thing to make the brain juice valuable, valuable enough to attempt to justify murder idk but uh....yyyyyyeah 😬
-minor thing, but I was surprised that the swimming baby from the trailer was, in fact, not Ronal’s. In fact, we never actually meet Ronal’s baby, which, again, surprised me. Why make her pregnant if we don’t get to see the baby, it feels kinda random ^^; to link her to her spirit tulkun who just had a calf I guess?? idk. once again, maybe it’ll become more relevant in movie 3.
-until proven otherwise, I am heretofore declaring that final “a son for a son” line to be Spider’s official adoption into the Sully family 😭😭😭
anyways, I guess that’ll do for now. I’m sure there was other stuff but I’ve been sitting here typing for over an hour already. Perhaps later I’ll come back with more comments, idk. I’ll be seeing the movie again next week with the rest of my family, so maybe I’ll notice different things/remember stuff that got swallowed up in the feels. Will I cry more than I did on my first viewing because I’m gonna try not to go in dehydrated again, or less because by then I’ll have had a week to process and accept everything? I have literally no idea. Guess we’ll have to just wait and see...
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Where CANON and FANON collide!
This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!
Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”
Chapters 24 & 25 will be posted soon (two chapters will be posted instead of one).
Buck and Eddie got married and Buck's officially Chris' second dad!
Currently 23 chapters completed: 893.1K Words; Rated: Mature
One chapter will be posted at a time.
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This is the last snippet that will be posted for Chapters 24 and 25 since they'll be posted on AO3 by the end of the week.
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I'm excited to finish writing Chapters 24 & 25 because Buck and Eddie are married and the Diaz family is starting the second half of their two-week long European family adventure. For anyone who hasn't read Chapters 22 and 23, here's a brief overview. In Chapter 22, Buck and Eddie got married, Chris was their best man and Eddie successfully surprised Buck with all the things he had planned for him including a three-tier wedding cake. Their honeymoon started that night and they had an important conversation before they consummated their marriage. In Chapter 23, they left Rome the day after their wedding and proceeded to visit 5 other cities for the remainder of their time in Italy. By the end of it, they agreed to continue speaking Italian even after they return to the U.S. because while they were in San Gimignano, they made a decision that could affect the course of their family's lives forever. What was the decision? 👀
They departed Rome at the end of the chapter and they landed in London on Christmas Eve to start the second half of their family adventure. What else are they going to do while they're still in Europe? Will Buck meet his biological father? 🤷🏽♀️
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Here's another snippet from Chapter 24 of Buck and Eddie having an important conversation while they're in the shower together.
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While Buck runs his long soapy fingers up and down his husband’s back, he thinks to himself that it’s time for them to discuss something while they stand partially underneath the shower head. He exhales, meets Eddie’s eyes then says, “I think it’s time for me to tell Chris about Edward”.
Eddie raises his eyebrows because they talked about this while they were in Rome and they decided they would wait until they knew for sure what was going to happen. “Are you sure or would you rather wait until Thursday night or Friday morning?”
He shakes his head no. “I don’t want to wait anymore because uh… it’s time for us to tell him everything… about Edward, Margaret and Phillip because uh… I don’t want him thinking I was hiding this from him.”
Eddie nods and doesn’t break eye contact and he doesn’t interrupt him. He simply continues gently tracing his fingertips up and down Buck’s soapy forearms.
“I—I spent more than 29 years not knowing about Daniel and um… more than 31 years not knowing about Edward. I won’t do that to Chris. Babe… I want us to meet my biological father but if he doesn’t show then… I want Chris to know about him anyway so I think it’s time to tell him.” He pauses then he exhales a deep breath. “Chris never asks us for anything and he’s lost so much already and… I don’t want him to think that he couldn’t trust me to tell him the truth.”
“You know I’m with you every step of the way. When do you want to talk to him?”
Buck nods then replies, “Well… we have a lot planned for today so I think it will be best to talk to him tonight after we come back from dinner. What uh… do you think?”
“I think it’s perfect and you know we’re in this together.”
“I know and thank…”
He’s interrupted when Eddie places his forefinger over his lips and says, “Shhh… you don’t have anything to thank me for. We’re married and Chris is our son so we can talk to him about this whenever you’re ready.”
Buck exhales a breath he doesn’t realize he’s holding. He never doubted if Eddie would support him but if anyone asks him, he’d admit he’s still nervous about telling Chris about Edward because if he doesn’t want to meet with them Friday, not only will he feel abandoned again but he will have inadvertently inflicted that pain onto his husband and son too and he doesn’t want to do that. He lowers his eyes but just like always his husband steps right in to pull him out of that mindset.
Eddie can see he’s blaming himself for something that hasn’t happened so he wraps both of his arms around him again, pulls him closer so their chests are pressed together and even though they’re both soapy and slippery from washing each other’s bodies, it doesn’t matter. He says, “Amore mio, guardami.” [“My love, look at me.”]
Buck lifts his eyes and meets his husband’s and all he sees is love. He sees it every time he looks at Eddie and he knows this is his safe space.
“Remember we talked about this before. If Edward doesn’t show up then…”
What is Eddie going to say next? 🤷🏽♀️👀
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This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!
Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it. But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.
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Chapter Summaries
Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.
Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.
Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.
Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.
Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.
Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.
Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago. They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.
Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.
Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial. But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.
Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories. Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.
Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie. It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.
Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.
Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.
Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?
Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.
Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.
Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.
Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.
Chapter 19 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to their wedding day, the universe begins to align everything so that some of their parent and children's relationships are strengthened while others come to an abrupt end.
Chapter 20 - With only 14 days remaining until Buck, Eddie and Chris depart Los Angeles, CA traveling to Rome, Italy, for their first family adventure, an early morning conversation about “tying up loose ends” helps Buck and Eddie realize there are still several things left unfinished on their ‘To Do’ lists. The question is will there be enough time to complete all of them?
Chapter 21 - Buck, Eddie and Chris are finalizing their ‘To Do’ Lists, double checking their itineraries and packing their suitcases in preparation for their trip to Europe so they can board their flight that departs Los Angeles, CA on Friday, December 15, 2023 at 3:25PM.
Chapter 22 - While Buck, Eddie and Chris spend the first 8 days of their European family adventure in Italy, their primary reason for going will be fulfilled as well as several others they hadn’t considered or anticipated.
Chapter 23 - As the Diaz Family continues their Italian family adventure, they’ll say, “Ciao” or hello and goodbye to a lot of things almost immediately after they become an official and legal family.
Chapter 24 - Will be posted soon.
Chapter 25 - Will be posted soon.
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Chapters 24 & 25 will be posted this week.
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Yes TikTok is rotting my brain again. For background purposes, Steve is Peter’s biological father, he came out of the ice way earlier and SHIELD couldn’t catch him after he ran off so he was Nomad for like... twenty years. And during those years he does fuck around. Lo and behold, Mary Parker is one of his one night stands. He only learns about it once he goes back to SHIELD and finds out that they eventually caught up with him but decided it was best to just observe rather than try to bring him in when he didn’t want to be. He decides it’s safer for Peter to stay with his Uncle Ben and Aunt May. Only when Ben dies does he reluctantly step in. Luckily, Peter is very forgiving and loves his dad even though they both know he’d much rather have his Uncle Ben still around.
Also Steve thinks pranks are funny as long as they’re the “confuse, don’t abuse” type. He thinks the abusive pranks of today are absolutely heinous.
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“Mr. Stark, you know what would be so funny?” Peter asked, sitting at the kitchen counter.
“Tony,” Tony said, then sighed, setting his coffee cup down and tipping his head back. “I’m scared. This sounds like a trick.”
Peter began kicking his feet back and forth. “It’s nothing to be scared of. Just a TikTok prank.”
Tony sighed again and turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. “You know how your dad feels about TikTok. And pranks. And TikTok pranks.”
“It’s not anything bad,” Peter rushed to assure him. “It’s actually really sweet!”
Tony remained skeptical, picking his cup back up and taking a long, slow sip of coffee. Finally, he lowered his mug and asked, “Okay. I suppose I’ll let you tell me what the prank is before I shoot you down.”
“It’s only fair,” Peter agreed, placing his feet on the stool again. “So, basically, it’s to see how dads react when kids are rude to their moms.”
Tony blinked at him slowly, then carefully said, “If you think I’m going to let you sass Aunt May--”
“No!” Peter yelped, horrified. “Do you think I’m crazy? Steve wouldn’t have to do anything because Aunt May will kill me!”
Tony blinked again. “...Then I’m not entirely sure where this is going.”
Peter beamed at him, horror forgotten now that he knew that he and Tony were on the same page about sassing May. “I was thinking I could sass you!”
“Peter,” Tony sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.
“No, you see, it’s perfect! Low stakes,” Peter explained, enthused. “You and Steve are basically married--”
“What,” Tony said.
Peter plowed over him. “And as soon as you realized I was a package deal with Steve, you really stepped up to make me feel welcome without spoiling me, too. Or, well,” he added, squinting. “You do spoil me, but not like in a way that makes me feel icky or turned me into an entitled brat.”
“Huh,” Tony tried again.
“Anyway!” Peter continued, ignoring him. “I just think it would be funny to see Steve’s reaction if I gave you attitude and told you to shut up after you asked me to do something. He gets super protective of you at the weirdest times. Besides, it’s been getting a little chummy around here and as a teenage boy I thrive on chaos.”
Tony tilted his head to squint at him skeptically. “I don’t think you have the emotional constitution to tell me to shut up with attitude.”
“It’ll be the hardest thing I’ll ever have to do,” Peter told him solemnly.
“I think this is a terrible idea,” Tony began.
“That’s not a no, I’ll get everything set up,” Peter said quickly, then bolted from the kitchen.
Tony stared after him, mouth still dropped open in shock.
.-.
Tony still thought this was a supremely bad idea, because he knew Steve’s opinions on TikTok pranks (and TikTok. And pranks in general.) and it just felt like he was going to be yelled at for being a co-conspirator. But! Peter had been right. Tony liked to spoil him. And apparently that included being a con-conspirator in a stupid TikTok prank that would probably backfire anyway because while the team joked about him and Steve being Team Mom and Dad (and even then, who was Mom and who was Dad depended on who was most apoplectic).
Tony sat down beside Steve, handing him a can of coke as he settled in with his Stark Pad. “Here you go.”
“Thanks, Tony,” Steve said, cracking it open without looking up from the baseball game. It must have been the Dodgers, Tony figured. Steve was still bitter about them moving to LA, but he was also nostalgic for the old days, so sometimes he’d overlook it.
Peter poked his head into the living room. “I’m headed over to Ned’s to work on our physics project! Bye Steve! Bye Tony!”
Tony sat up a little. “Oh, wait, Peter, did you get your model from the lab?”
Peter sighed and rolled his eyes. “I’ll get it later.”
Tony noticed Steve carefully going very, very stiff beside him and chose to ignore it. “I need you to grab it before you leave. I’m doing a project that requires no clutter.”
“Sure, when I get back,” Peter huffed, heading toward the elevator.
“I need you to do it before you leave,” Tony called after him. “Otherwise I won’t be able to start--”
“God, okay, shut up!” Peter sighed loudly.
Tony opened his mouth to continue, but was cut off by Steve slamming his soda on the coffee table and surging to his feet with a snarled, “What the fuck did you just say?” He stared up at Steve, mouth continuing to hang open in shock.
Peter turned to face him, apparently just as surprised. “Uh...”
“No, you were real confident saying when you thought it was just Tony answering,” Steve said, taking a step toward him. “Say it again.”
Peter was quiet for a moment, considering, before finally, with bravado only a teenager could have, he said, “Shut up.”
“Okay,” Steve answered, voice shockingly calm, and then took a very deliberate step forward.
“It’s a prank it’s a prank it’s a prank!” Tony yelped, throwing himself off the couch to wrap his arms around Steve’s waist and stop him. “Stop Steve it’s a prank you cannot commit murder I will not be cleaning blood out of this carpet again!”
Steve swiveled his blank stare to him. “What do you mean a prank?”
Tony chewed on the inside of his cheek, considering whether he wanted to draw Steve’s ire onto himself in the face of his blank expression. “I did object,” he tried weakly.
Peter appeared between them, planting himself in front of Tony protectively. “He did! He’s just a pushover when it comes to me because I’m your kid. So! This is really your fault.”
Steve’s mouth dropped open, but luckily the blank stare turned to an outraged glare. “What did you just say?!”
“Okay let’s go,” Tony said hastily, grabbing Peter’s shoulders and steering him toward the elevator. He heard Steve move and started shoving him instead. “Peter he’s coming hurry up oh my god.”
“I’LL TELL AUNT MAY YOU TRIED TO KILL ME!” Peter shouted defensively over his shoulder.
“I’LL TELL AUNT MAY YOU DESERVED IT!” Steve bellowed back.
Peter swerved around Tony so he could meet Steve face to face. Tony threw his hands up and just left.
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Hired Gun
Bodyguard! Loki x fStark! Reader
18+| this fic contains smut and adult themes. Please do read the warnings as there are other warnings in later parts. Also angst
Part 2 Part 3
The following morning you surprised even yourself by being out of bed and down for breakfast before 9AM. When you woke up, you realised that you didn’t have long until Saturday meaning that you’d have to go shopping today to ensure you were ready in time. After doing your morning routine, you wrapped your short, emerald green silk robe around yourself before heading downstairs.
“Morning daddy.” You smiled, making your way to your dad and kissing his cheek. As always, he had his head in some kind of article.
“Morning princess.” He answered, barely glancing up at you.
“Good morning y/n.” Pepper smiled, entering the dining room with Morgan before they sat at the table, tucking into the variety of different breakfast foods. After your mother and father divorced, Tony was awarded custody of you. For a while it was just the two of you until he met Pepper and they started dating. It was the three of you for a short period of time until she found out she was Pregnant turning the three of you into four. Despite Pepper never explicitly asking you to call her mum or any other variation, you still felt like she was considering you didn’t have contact with your biological mum. She stepped in when you needed it and you were eternally grateful.
“Morning Pepper” you smiled back at her before turning your attention to Morgan who was stuffing a croissant into her mouth “Hey Morgs.” You grinned, ruffling her hair, your smile falling when Loki walked in. “Loki.” You acknowledged with a curt nod.
“Good morning.” He answered, not directed at anyone in particular. He made his way towards Tony, probably needing to tell him something privately but before he could reach him, you dropped an apple on the floor in front of him before bending seductively to pick it up. You glanced back at Loki as you stood again, very aware of the slight flush in his cheeks after his eyes followed your movements. He noticed the lack of underwear lines meaning that underneath that thin material you probably had no panties on and the thought threatened to make him hard.
“I better go and wash this off.” You spoke, nudging Loki slightly as you left, making your way to the kitchen. Loki glanced around the room, noticing that everyone was too distracted doing their own thing to notice the both of you before he followed after you.
“What are you doing?” He questioned, standing behind you as you turned the tap on.
“Washing my apple, I’m not going to just waste it.” You shrugged nonchalantly.
“You know what I mean, bending over, teasing me like that.” He spoke through gritted teeth.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You lied, a small smile playing on your lips.
“Stop it y/n, especially not in front of your dad, this is my job.” He stressed.
“And I’d never do anything to jeopardise it.” You snapped back, turning to face him, breath hitching slightly at the proximity, the smell of his aftershave almost making you dizzy with delight.
“I think we’ve already crossed that line.” He tutted.
“Well then, what’s the problem with crossing it again” you began, tracing your finger down his chest “why not right now?”
“Stop it!” He urged, stepping away from you before walking away.
You eventually made your way back into the dining room, no one aware of what had just transpired in the other room apart from you and Loki.
“Have you sorted out a date for Saturday?” Tony asked, looking up at you “you know Brock Rumlow is single.”
“Yeah, I know.” You answered, rolling your eyes.
“Should I speak to his dad, set something up?”
“Why do you care who I go with?” You questioned, brows knitting.
“I’m just saying” he began, holding his hands up in defense “one day it’d be good to marry into more wealth would it not.”
“Dad!” You huffed.
“I’m just saying.” He repeated as your eyes fell onto Loki who was smiling at something on his phone, you knew that smile, you thought it was reserved only for you.
“Yeah, maybe I will go with Brock.” You decided.
Once you had finished your breakfast, you told Loki you were going shopping later on. The exchange was chaste and he waited at the bottom of the stairs whilst you got changed. When you exited your room, you smiled to yourself as Loki watched you walk down the stairs, his eyes running up from your exposed legs to your cleavage before settling on your face.
“Off we go.” You spoke, walking past him.
When you were both in the town car, Loki was strangely silent, it was almost unsettling. Whenever you initiated phatic conversation, he’d reply with a few hums of agreement before casting his gaze out of the window or down at his phone. It irked you. Having decided that enough was enough, you took advantage of the privacy partition before turning to Loki.
“What’s the matter baby, you not talking to me?”
“Don’t be ridiculous” he dismissed “I just have nothing to say.”
“Usually you don’t rely on your words to communicate with me.” You grinned, running a hand up his thigh.
“Y/n!” He gasped.
“What? Tell me to stop. Just say stop and I’ll stop.” You insisted, your hand reaching his bulge.
“S-s-ughh.” He practically moaned as you freed his length.
“Look, you’re already so hard. Want me to suck your cock?” You offered, massaging it.
“You s-shouldn’t.”
“That’s what makes it so fun.” You smiled, leaning down to gently lick the sensitive tip.
“Fuckk.” He groaned as you widened your mouth, taking him all in. Loki’s head fell back against the seat as you sucked his cock, your warm wet mouth pleasuring him immensely. His hand found the back of your head, guiding your movements as you swirled your tongue over his frenulum. You almost choked, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat as he stroked your back, praising you. Feeling his muscles tighten, Loki made a fist with his free hand, biting down on it as he came, ejaculating into your mouth as you obediently swallowed him up. You continued to gently lick his cock through his high before he was too sensitive, pushing you away. You sat back up with a wide smile as he sheathed himself.
“So you’ll come as my date on Saturday?” You asked.
“So that’s what that was for.” He figured, rolling his eyes, using his thumb to wipe of the remainder of his cum from the side of your mouth.
“No, that was because I love sucking your cock” you winked “I just hoped you wouldn’t be able to resist once I had.”
“What do you think this is? Me and you? Do you think that because we have sex, we can just go out on dates and pretend your dad isn’t my boss? That-that we’re not two completely different people?” Loki argued.
“I just—”
“Grow up y/n.” He scoffed leaving you almost speechless, caught off guard by his cold demeanor as the car stopped.
“You know what Loki, I think you like me and for some reason you hate that and I can’t work out why but don’t you dare for one second act like it’s because I’m well off.” You retaliated.
“Well off” he mocked “I mean listen to yourself. Your dad owns over half the country and you’re saying you're well off. Please, give it a break.” He huffed, instantly regretting it once his eyes met your teary ones.
“Okay.” You uttered, quickly wiping away a tear before composing yourself, opening the door and slamming it behind you.
“What am I doinggg?” Loki asked himself, placing his fingers against his temples.
Loki is stressed maynnn
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-: As good as this one :-
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Please check it out and leave kudos and feedback! As good as this one is 1st part of a TFE fanfic series I have, called -: family :-
“Hey, Optimus! Happy Father's day!” Bumblebee’s voice rang to Megatron’s audio receptors. Optimus had received a video over to his communicator, and it was from Bumblebee.
“Happy Father’s day!” Arcee greeted on the video as well, she made a brief appearance behind Bee.
“I’m sorry for a late greeting, I’ve been stuck at Malto’s the whole day. The Maltobots needed my help to make the day perfect, so I stayed to help. But I will never forget to remember you on this day! See you tomorrow, Prime sir!”
Before the video reached to end, the voices of the Terrans and their human family shouted and greeted Optimus happy father’s day. Bee knelt down to Mo, who was apparently signing him to kneel down for her. Mo appeared on the video.
“Mom said we can say that, even if you’re not our dad, but you are still a dad! At least to Bee!” Mo said with a wide smile.
“Bye, Mr Optimus!” with that, the video ended.
Optimus chuckled to himself. He replied to Bumblebee’s video with a brief text message, thanking him, Arcee and the whole Malto family. Megatron walked over to Optimus’ right side; “Cutting it quite close this year. The day is almost over.”
Optimus sent his reply and facing Megatron he said: “It doesn’t matter. These things are something you know, even if no one says anything.”
“Actually, I, too.. received a greeting today”, Megatron mumbled, trying to appear cool about it, but Prime saw the glimmer in his optics.
“Oh?” Optimus asked, tell me more, and Megatron answered; “Young Twitch called me earlier today. She… told me, happy father’s day, even if I am far from being one to her.”
“You may not be a father to her the same way Alex Malto is, or even as far-fetched as Wheeljack. But those bonds also prove to us that being family doesn’t mean biological connection”, Optimus explained, and Megatron hummed thoughtfully.
“Yes, I understand that. I guess… I never expected to mean this way to anyone”, Megatron confessed.
Optimus smiled for him. Megatron had come a long way from when he was still a Decepticon leader; back in those days, he would’ve never thought the way he did now, never admitted those kinds of feelings out loud. Optimus felt joy in his spark.
Megatron and Optimus both turned to look at the beautiful scenery that opened in front of them. Witwicky was a beautiful place, and the sun setting painted the world purple and pink. Both of them took a deep breath and let their optics rest on that beautiful view.
“I also consider you family, Megatron, and I-”
“Don’t say it, Prime, or you might grow on me.”
Prime chuckled; “I already have, old friend. I just wish to remind you of how much I cherish you, and what we have.”
Megatron averted Prime’s gaze for a moment before he looked at him from the corner of his eyes. Megatron was struggling with words, he still wasn’t used to being treated like Optimus spoke and thought of him.
“I… can’t say it back yet”, Megatron admitted, defeated, and looked down at his feet. Optimus smiled dearly to him; “I know. It is okay.”
“But-” Megatron added, lifting a hand on Prime’s shoulder.
“I… you know.”
“I know”, Optimus hummed.
Megatron didn’t need to say it back. Actions spoke volumes, and Megatron was shouting to Optimus the same words he just said to him. Optimus and Megatron shared eye contact, and both of them smiled. There was still much healing to do, and not only for Megatron. Optimus would wait for him for all of eternity, and even longer.
“Megatron? I often find myself thinking of how wrong we could’ve gone, had we not stopped the war.”
“Why waste time on something like that?”
“I can’t say. Maybe it is the fact of how good things are, and how bad they could be. Maybe the idea that in the countless other universes, things are far, far worse. Do you think that, maybe, there are more universes like ours? Where we do not have to fight? Where we are brothers and sisters, not divided by factions or anything else?”
“Like you said, Prime… There are countless universes. Some ought to be as good as this one.”
Optimus smiled and sighed contently. He narrowed his optics and hummed; “Yes. Some ought to be.”
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DT17 x Encanto AU
I already see some Ducktales x Encanto AUs and they were really good
But I want to present my version of this AU
I want to bring dt17 characters into the Encanto’s world. It’s still a family concept with magical gifts in a magical house.
Could Duckworth move into the house and revive it?
Speaking of assigning roles
♪ Wait, who’s a sister and who’s a cousin?
There’s so many people
How do you keep them all straight? ♪
Scrooge as Abuela
Have you noticed that the Miracle Candle and the Number One Dime play a similar role in the plot?
♪ We swear to always
Help those around us
And earn the miracle
That somehow found us
The town keeps growing
The world keeps turning
But work and dedication will keep the miracle burning
And each new generation must keep the miracle burning ♪
I think he’s more concerned with the Number One Dime the Miracle Candle by helping the townspeople through deeds and adventures than by helping people itself
Donald as Pepa
Pepa is emotional and with her mood changes nature. Donald is no less emotional
♪ My tía Pepa
My tío Donald
Her mood affects the weather
When she’s unhappy
Well, the temperature gets weird ♪
Daisy as Félix
She has no gift, she became part of the family by marrying Donald
♪ She fell in love with Family Madrigal McDuck
And now she’s part of the Family Madrigal McDuck ♪
June and May as Dolores and Antonio
The biological daughters of Daisy and Donald
♪ Cousin Dolores can hear a pin drop <…>
Antonio gets his gift today ♪
Huey as Luisa
They both take greater responsibility for the well-being of their family
♪ I’m the strong one, I’m not nervous
I’m as tough as the crust of the Earth is
I move mountains, I move churches
And I glow ’cause I know what my worth is ♪
But for both of them, this responsibility is a cause for concern. Their gift weighs heavily on them. Luisa has it as a nervous tick and a song
♪ Give it to your sister, your sister’s older
Give her all the heavy things we can’t shoulder
Who am I if I can’t run with the ball?
If I fold to ♪
And Huey has the Duke of Making a Mess
Dewey as Isabela
They both focus more on image than on gift.
♪ My older sisters brothers
<…> one graceful
Perfect in every way ♪
He acts like he’s good at everything, but he’s really worried that his gift isn’t enough
♪ I’ve been stuck being perfect my whole life ♪
Louie as Camilo
Louis in the series is shown as a skilled manipulator, actually (not in a bad way). He knows what to say when to smile and so on
♪ Camilo shapeshifts ♪
I believe it’s his gift
Della as Bruno
♪ We don’t talk about Bruno Della! ♪
I want to see this song in the context of «don’t talk about her so as not to piss off Scrooge», and not «don’t talk about her so as not to cause trouble from her»
♪ They say she saw the future, one day she disappeared ♪
It’s all canon. Della is gone. They don’t talk about her. The end.
Just kidding, I’ll tell you about her fate later
Beakley as Julieta or Agustín
Beakley is not bound to this family by blood, she entered it like Agustín, but not by marriage, but as an approximation.
I couldn’t choose one character, as I found it interesting that even without the gift Beakley would have the skills of cooking and «magic» to even be able to prepare healing food
Webby as Mirabel
Mirabel has no gift, and Webby is not tied to the McDuck family in blood, so she has no gift either. In fact, nobody even allowed such a thought, so they even didn’t try. I’d like to end the story with Webby’s becoming the new the Number One Dime the Miracle Candle’s keeper.
As far as their family ties are concerned, everything here remains like the cartoon, and does not change under the state of affairs in Encanto. Beakley is still Webby’s grandmother. Scrooge has just become the father of Della and Donald. Donald and Daisy are the parents of May and June. Dell is the mother of triplets.
It’s not that the relationship between Webby and Scrooge is that important. I love this storyline twist in dt17 and it can be in this au too, but I can’t say that it is absolutely necessary, it seems to be superfluous
The main character will be Webby. On the day of receiving gifts, May and June, born on the same day, were afraid to go alone and refused to do it without Webby.
Ugh, going all the way up to two doors knowing that she would never be a part of the family and get any gift... it must hurt
It was Webby who noticed how the house began to collapse, because there was discord in the family. With their quarrels, the gifts weaken. So she intended to help everyone.
Their main conflict was Della, or rather her disappearance. So the Webby began to reveal this secret.
She found a prophecy by which Della flew away and suffered a plane crash. Unlike Bruno, whose poor predictions were not believed, Della herself did not believe her predictions. She believed she had the right to change her fate with her gift.
I don’t really want to take a flight into space because a rocket crash is too much
Why did Scrooge cover it up and get angry at every mention of his daughter? Because he kept Della’s faith in the ability to change her destiny. But after the crash, he changed his mind. For this reason, he ignored Webby’s words about the destruction of the house because he had seen the prophecy about it, and he was convinced that fate cannot be changed.
Scrooge broke it. But Webby collected it and saw herself in the end against the background of the destruction of the house.
Webby loved her family so much, so she decided to go out on emotion to prevent it. But during the escape, Della caught her. She was quite alive, ha
Della had indeed crashed the plane, but she had survived with the loss of her leg. She lived inside the walls of the house, unwilling to return.
She gave an answer to Webby’s questions. It was not only Scrooge who looked at the prediction incomplete. Della dropped the memory first, splintered from it a small piece that did not allow one to look beyond the image of Webby. There was Della too. And just like Webby, she loves her family too, but she thought it’s better without her
Kinda similar, right?
It’s only then Webby realized how stupid and wrong they both are when they run away
They rerun Della’s gift and watch the entire memory to learn how to prevent it.
Della looked at the girl condescendingly, seeing herself in her, but allowed her to. Because if the outcome is predetermined, her efforts will not make it worse.
Webby really saw how she helped her family, in particular, the triplets who first quarrelled when they began to slowly discover the secret of Della.
At this time, Gosalyn as Mariano came to court with Dewey.
I don’t mind them as a couple, but I just want them to feel like friends in that au
Later, Webby extorted the confession that Dewey did not want to marry, he did not know if he loves Gosalyn in that way
So… Webby was trying to make up with everyone and she’s even doing it well until Scrooge told her that he didn’t see the good in her actions
How do those words of Abuela resemble those of Scrooge "you are not part of the family!"
And the house collapsed…
Webby escaped. Scrooge talked to her heart-in-heart. They found an understanding. Della jumped on the donkey, said it’s her fault, she had predicted it. Tearful reunion of father and daughter. Repair of the house. Webby is a new keeper.
The end :з
SORRY IS IT TOO MUCH, HUH?
#dt17 x encanto au#ducktales 2017#dt17#ducktales#ducktales reboot#duckverse#della duck#webby vanderquack#encanto#au#i just can’t stop talking
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Shaken Comfort at a Playground
Summary - Part 54 in the Comfort series
Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends), Garth x Bess, Sam x Eileen
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A/N: I’m so sorry guys! I’m quite late today, but we still got there, eventually. I hope you enjoy, and as always: Thank you all so much for your continued support!
You and Dean sit on a park bench close to the playground as you encourage Destiny to play with the other kids.
“What if I don’t fit in? I’m not normal. What if they can tell?” Destiny says as she starts to tear up and she grips your arm.
You pull her up onto your lap. “It’s okay, Sweetie. Just introduce yourself and say you’re new to town. Just be nice and follow their lead. You’re alright. Sure your diet is a little different, but in most other ways you’re a normal little girl.”
Dean stands up and holds his hand out to her. “Come on, you ever tried a swing?”
She shakes her head as she looks at you as if asking for permission. “Go on. Have fun.” You smile as she takes Dean’s hand and lets him lead her to the swing set. You take your phone out to get a video as he lifts her up onto the seat and holds it steady as she gets comfortable. Her knuckles go white as she grips the chains tight. Dean stands behind her and pushes gently.
“Alright, hold on tight and I want you to kick your legs out and back as you swing. It’s all about momentum,” he explains to her as he continues to push her gently. He gradually adds pressure to build momentum for her and propels her higher. She giggles as she goes higher. After a few swings, he takes a step back to let her swing on her own.
You see the panic on her face when she swings backwards and doesn’t feel Dean’s hands connect with her back. “Dean! Dean?!”
“You’re doing it! Good work! Swing your legs out, and back. Out. And back. Good job!” Dean tells her as she continues to swing unassisted.
You record for a few more seconds and then put your phone away to be more present. After a few minutes, a little girl around Destiny’s size walks up beside Dean and tugs on his shirt sheepishly. He kneels down to her level, still keeping an eye on Destiny, but giving the stranger some attention.
“Excuse me,” she says quietly.
“How can I help you?”
“Can you…please push me too?”
“Uh…” Dean nervously scratches his growing beard and looks around the park for other parents. “Where’s your parents?” He asks.
“They work out of town a lot and we travel often. It’s just me and my big sister, but we had a fight.”
Dean instantly pictures a young Sam in that same position and softens. “Sure, come on.” He stands up and grabs hold of the chains on the second swing and holds it steady while she climbs on. “Hey D, what are the rules?”
“Hold tight!” She calls out as she swings past. “And swing your legs out and back!”
“Good girl!” He says to Destiny and then leans down to face the other child, “Think you can do that for me?” She nods enthusiastically. “Alright then, here we go!”
He pushes her gently and then slowly builds momentum. Both girls giggle as they swing in sync, with Dean’s help. Once they’re both happily swinging together he turns to you. “Okay, you girls have fun. I’m gonna go sit down for a minute but just call out if you need anything, okay?”
“Okay! Thanks, Dad…I mean, Dean.” Destiny’s smile drops and her legs stop swinging. Dean grabs the chains carefully and helps her slow down. “I’m sorry, Dean.” She starts to tear up.
He kneels down in front of her once she stops swinging. “Hey, it’s alright. I know I’m not your biological dad, but you can call me that if it makes you comfortable. And I know Y/N will feel the same. We’re raising you now.” She nods and he wipes her eyes. “You two play for a while,” he says as he glances back at the other little girl who has stopped swinging too. “We can talk about it more later over dinner.”
She nods, “Okay, Dean.”
He smiles at her and kisses the top of her head before standing up and walking back over to you. He sits down and takes your hand.
“What was that about?” You ask.
“She called me dad…and then got scared about how I’d react, I guess.”
“And? How did you react?”
“I told her she can call me that if it makes her comfortable. She’s our daughter in every way that matters. We’re not gonna give her up now.”
You rest your head on his shoulder and watch Destiny play in the play gym with the other little girl. “I told you you’d be a great dad. Who’s her friend?”
“I think her parents may be hunters…”
“What makes you think that?”
“She said they travel a lot and she and her sister are often left by themselves while her parents go out of town for work.”
“You think she knows? That she’ll notice D?” Despite you talking quietly, Destiny picks up parts of your conversation with her enhanced hearing and looks over at you concerned. “You hungry, Babe?”
“Yeah, I think it’s time to go.” Dean slaps his thighs and stands up. You both keep eye contact with your little girl as Dean puts on an act and calls out to her, despite knowing she can hear you. “Come on, D! We’re going now!” Dean squeezes your hand as you wait for her to run over to you. Dean scoops her up with his free arm and rests her on his hip as you walk to the Impala.
She hides her face in his neck. “Are they gonna kill me?”
Dean hushes her and shakes his head. “You’re safe with us. We’ll protect you. I’m just not sure if we should eat out in town now…”
“Yeah, let’s just pick up some take-out and go home. Sam’ll understand and so will Eileen, I’m sure,” you say.
Dean tries to put Destiny down in the backseat but she tightens her grip. “I’m scared…”
He climbs in the back with her and lets her sit on his lap. He passes you the keys over the seat and you scoot into the driver’s seat and then turn around. Once all the doors are shut, Dean says, “As soon as I suspected she was the child of hunters I should’ve taken you home. I just…I would’ve loved to have met other kids like me…It seemed perfect. But you’re not me, and you’re not just our little girl…I’m sorry.”
You reach over and place your hand on Destiny’s shoulder. “We’ll keep you safe though. Hopefully, she doesn’t even know her parents are hunters, or maybe Dean’s wrong. There are plenty of reasons people move around for work. But just to be safe, let’s go home and we’ll look into it. I’ll call Bobby and see if he knows of any other hunters around Lebanon at the moment. You may not be exactly like us, but we love you like our own daughter and we’ll protect you like you are.”
She nods and snuggles into Dean’s chest. He tightens his grip to help her feel more secure.
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for my buddy @firstelevens, based on a thing I said on our call last night! Hope it cheers you up 😇
set in the Bakeoff AU technically but also very standalone (I think)
“You can put her down, if you want,” Foggy says, after the third time Milly successfully steals Matt’s glasses right off his face. He sighs, taking them back and putting them on the coffee table instead. “Her little mat is on the floor. She can do tummy time for a while.”
“That’s alright,” Matt replies, while Milly switches her fascination to his nose now. He wiggles it under her little fist and she squeezes back hard.
“The doctor says it’s good for her development—”
“Foggy,” Matt laughs, “I know. I want to hold her.”
Foggy shifts on the couch, where he’s stretched out, pretending to relax, and Matt thinks he’s turning his attention back to the TV, which is playing college basketball at an absurdly low volume. It’s a sign of how burnt out they both are that Foggy turned this on, of all things. Neither of them have ever cared about college basketball, or basketball in general, not even when they were in college. It’s just on for noise, really, and so they can pretend they’re doing something with their weekend other than making sure Milly doesn’t lick any electrical sockets, which eats up the entirety of their social life these days.
“Fine, but if our daughter misses important developmental markers because you love her so much, I’m going to guilt you about it as long as we both live.”
“Save that kind of romantic talk for when we renew our vows someday, buddy.”
“Don’t call me ‘buddy,’” Foggy grumbles, darkly, as he shoves Matt’s thigh with his foot.
Matt turns his attention back to Milly, who puts a drool-covered hand on his chin. It’s a sign of how in love he is and how far his threshold for gross has lowered since becoming a father that this doesn’t even register as disgusting.
“Your dad’s just mad because that nice lady at the coffee shop this morning called him your uncle,” Matt says, softly, like he’s talking to just her.
“It figures that we’d adopt a kid who looks nothing like either of us and people would still assume she was yours,” Foggy interjects, even though he’s still trying to act like he’s not a part of the conversation.
“She is mine!”
“And mine!” Foggy grunts. “It’s homophobic, is what it is.”
“Really, Foggy!”
“It is!”
“That coffeeshop is one of the gayest places in the city!”
“You only think that because you never go to gay bars. Because I poached you from the straight community right into a committed relationship.”
“I don’t want to have this conversation at all,” Matt replies, rolling his eyes even as he feels a creeping sense of fondness for Foggy’s theatrics. “All I meant was, I’m sure that barista didn’t mean anything by it. It was an honest mistake.”
“You always take her side when we fight!”
“The barista’s?”
“Yes!”
“The one we met for the first time today? That barista?”
“Yes, that’s the one,” Foggy sniffs. He pauses for a long stretch of time, before adding, “People probably think you’re her dad because you hog her all the time.”
“Once again,” Matt says, “I am her dad—”
“I mean that they think you’re her biological dad,” Foggy explains. “Like, they think you’ve got a wife somewhere who she looks even more like, but she kind of looks like you too, though they’re really probably just saying it to be nice.”
“Regardless, I do not hog her. She’s my daughter. I’m supposed to be holding her.”
“You’re like a neurotic zoo animal about it, though.”
“A what?”
“Like, one of those animals in the zoo who, like, cleans their baby too much and the zookeepers have to take it away because they’re going to over-groom it and it’s going to be bald.”
“You’re already bald,” Matt whispers to Milly before kissing her on the head.
“You know what I mean,” Foggy sighs.
Matt can’t stop himself from laughing. “I really don’t.”
“You’re always sniffing her.”
“She smells good!”
“All babies smell good!”
“No.” Matt shakes his head. “Milly smells better than other babies.”
“You don’t know any other babies!”
“I knew your brother’s kids when they were babies and they smelled good, don’t get me wrong, but not as good as Milly.”
“I’m going to tell them you said that and you’re not going to be their favorite uncle anymore,” Foggy replies.
“Once they sniff Milly, they’ll understand.”
“You’re a certified freak, Murdock,” Foggy says, as he gets up off the couch. “Lucky for you, I’m into it, but damn.”
As Foggy passes by on his way to the kitchen, Matt reaches out a hand to grab his wrist, stopping him in place. “Very lucky for me,” he says, and Foggy laughs before leaning in to kiss him. “Thank you for making me the dad of this awesome smelling baby.”
“You’re welcome,” Foggy says, as he gently runs his palm over Milly’s soft head while he’s in the neighborhood. “I mean, I didn’t do anything more than you did, but I will gladly accept credit where I don’t deserve it.”
“You know what I mean, though.”
“Yeah,” Foggy says, soft with understanding. “I do. You need anything while I’m up?”
“No, I’m good,” Matt says, already burying his face in the crown of Milly’s head again.
“Please don’t sniff our daughter to death while I’m gone,” Foggy shouts as he heads into the kitchen.
“No promises!” Matt calls back. In his arms, Milly makes a drooly, wet noise against his shoulder and he forgives her for it instantly. He’ll start holding grudges when she stops being the best-smelling, most wonderful creature in the whole galaxy, which is probably going to take a while, if he had to guess.
#just kidding when I said I had nothing to cheer you up#I remembered I could write about baby sniffing#mattfoggy#matt murdock#foggy nelson#daredevil#daredevil fic#homelywenchsociety#that’s my writing tag! don’t worry about it!#I feel like I get to submit this for one of my 30 days writing prompts even though it doesn’t fit any of tjem#firstelevens
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What Lies Between Us
[DPxDC Week 2023 Day 4: Danielle “Dani” Phantom // Halfa Jason Todd AU // Heartbeat]
• Daddy Issues Ship (Danielle “Dani” Phantom/Jason Todd) Established Relationship
“Why do you like cuddling me so much?” The question flows from his lips before he can think better of it. Instead of pulling away or changing the subject, she answered his question.
“Your heart is steadier than mine. It reminds me to breathe, to be alive.”
Jason craned his neck to get a good look at Ellie’s face. She studiously doesn’t meet his eyes, instead focusing on picking at a loose thread on his shirt.
He knew she had some sort of heart issue. Hard not to notice when they often cuddle close on the couch or fall asleep on one another. He hadn’t asked details and she hadn’t given them.
This…these words are striking all the wrong chords. Still he doesn’t push. She met Tim once and Jason didn’t see her for 3 weeks after that. She sent him pictures from Tibet, all scenery and places and people but never of her. Jason learned from that experience. He saw how worried she was about his reaction when she returned. She whispered to him in the wee hours of the morning before the sky lightened into dawn about a father-like figure who took and took and took, never gave. Someone who trapped her into a role and a place, then cast her aside as soon as the better option came around.
Jason makes sure to touch her lightly and fleetingly staying soft so she doesn’t feel trapped.
So yeah, Jason doesn’t ask what she means by those oddly ominous words.
Instead he gives.
“Sometimes I feel too heavy and hardened by some of my work, but you snuggle right in like I’m soft.”
She meets his eyes now, just briefly, but she does it.
“You are soft, Jay. You keep it wrapped up safe under that hard shell so that it doesn’t disappear. You keep living.” She pauses and Jason almost says something but stops and so she continues. “I don’t know how it works…living. I’ve been faking it in some vain attempt to pretend long enough that it becomes real, but I still don’t understand. I was made not born Jay.”
Jason takes a deep even breath.
“But you’re here now, with me. That’s living.”
“It’s so much easier, more simple, to be dead but I’m not that either. I’m stuck in this void and being with you makes me feel so much and see just how far from living I am. But your heartbeat? That makes me feel alive. It makes my heart match yours and I breathe in and feel the oxygen instead of just going through the motions.”
“That seems like a bit of a contradiction.”
“It is…but so am I.”
“I’m okay with that,” he says quietly, because he is okay with it and because she feels so safe and familiar, a feeling from a time he can’t quite remember (he thinks it might be when he was dead).
Her arms snake around him tightly and she buries her face in his chest.
He softly cards his fingers through her hair. It’s rarely loose like this. She usually keeps it in a ponytail or braid of some kind.
She hums and her body hums with her as she melts into him.
“Danny wants to meet you,” she murmurs almost sleepily when she finally unburies her face.
“Okay, I can adjust my schedule if we get a date and time.”
“Danny is my biological donor,” she adds on like she’s trying to wig him out.
“Not your father-like figure, right?” Jason clarifies.
“No.” She makes a face. “He’s the one who made me from Danny. Danny didn’t even know about me until I tried to kill him.”
Jason blinks. He was not expecting this, not today during sleepy cuddles on the couch but he’s not about to stop her or interrogate her about it.
“Danny didn’t have to care but he does. He was just a kid but he cared. He tried for me. He did what little he could within the restraints of his own circumstances. He gave me freedom.”
“Then I’d be honored to meet him.” And he means it.
“He’s like you,” she continues once again not looking him in the eyes. She’s found that loose thread again to pick at. Jason isn’t sure where she’s going with this but he has suspicions. “Where I’m neither dead nor alive, Danny and you are both dead and alive.”
“I don’t…what?”
“Death doesn’t let go even if she lets you come back. There’s a part of your soul that is forever changed by your time among the dead,” she explains. If it were anyone else Jason would already be on the defensive and anger would be bubbling to the surface. He’d have to fight to keep control of his emotions.
But it’s Ellie…
And that makes all the difference. Her earnest way of dropping bombshells has him reeling but not angry.
“I,” he pauses to search for the words, “it’s not that I didn’t know that I was different when I came back but this is a whole new level. You’re sure that I’m ‘dead and alive,’ right?”
“I’m sure Jay,” she pushes herself into a sitting position using his chest so she can look him in the eyes. “You’re a halfa. An earth born halfa but a halfa all the same.”
“How do you,” he gestures vaguely, “know?”
Ellie closes her eyes as she breathes in deep. When she opens them, her eyes glow a green not dissimilar to the Lazarus pits. She makes some sort of sound of water running over stones, but not with her mouth.
There’s an echoing pang in his chest right where those feelings of familiarity reside and his whole being vibrates with the sound of a plucked guitar string. The sound somehow escapes his body (maybe because it’s not a sound).
He lets out a soft, “oh.”
“You feel it too. The familiarity and comfort of death.”
He nods.
“I would know you no matter what form you take,” she whispers.
In lieu of an answer, Jason places his hands on hers. Slowly, ever so gently he tugs them up to his lips to place a soft kiss on them. He doesn’t know what to think or what to say. It’s kind of a lot that she suddenly dumped on him but he does know one thing for sure.
“I would like to stay with you no matter what form we take.”
It takes a moment for her to process the words but then the seriousness of the moment is broken and she’s rolling her eyes and shoving her hand in his face.
“You’re such a sap,” she complains but she softens. Jason didn’t realize she had been so tense until it’s gone. She lets him push her hand away from his face.
“Hey, you started it mx. ‘I would know you no matter what form you take.’ I just went with it.”
“Ugh…you’re right. I hate when you’re right.” With those words of admittance she huffs and drops her upper body once more to snuggle into him. He’s pretty sure she wiggles around extra just to annoy him. Today. Here and now, it could never be annoying.
Bc Ellie’s behavior might be confusing. She wanted to tell Jason about herself but was scared he would reject her so she decided to just info-dump everything on him and prepare for the worst. It’s not a great way to handle that situation but she isn’t perfect.
Also the time where she met Tim… so Tim just like started prying. The boi has no sense of boundaries and you cannot convince me that he does. She panicked and ran off bc instincts and only once she calmed down did she start taking pics and sending them to Jason to see how he was going to react.
It’s hard to get all that across when we are so limited by Jason’s pov. And that’s also the point. We are missing so much information and it’s kinda fun to write that. I’ve been needing to work on it more so here we are.
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hi, i read your mom!reader x law fanfics and i really love them… I was wondering if you could write something where it follow that same story and maybe the child has a nightmare and law is just there for them. or just any law interactions with the child would be really cute i think,
thank you
✸ now playing … SNAPDRAGON。
✸ pairing! … mother!f!reader x trafalgar law.
✸ type of love! … romantic. familial.
✸ cw(s)! … mentions of nightmares. not proofread.
✸ wc! … 1.3k.
✸ notes! … my favorite au is back !! i appreciate all the love it got because it’s one of my favorite things i have ever written. so when i saw this request i was excited to bring it back up again !! i have a lot of thoughts about stepdad!law. read part one and two here !! ( d/n ) means ‘daughter’s name’. thank you so much for requesting !! <333
“I’m not asking you to change who you are.” Her voice was still in his mind, as he fidgeted with the engagement ring on his finger, his engagement ring.
Never in a million years would Law predict he’d be engaged. Now here he stood at the open window of the master bedroom, basking in the moonlight of the warm spring night. In the bed behind him, was his bride-to-be, ( y/n ), fast asleep.
Out of the open bedroom door, across the hall was the room of ( d/n ), his step-daughter who managed to dance her way into his heart. He had seen her as his own daughter.
Waking her up for breakfast in the morning, making sure she brushed her teeth, doing her hair, being a third opinion on her outfits, sending her off, and picking her up from school.
Oh, how he cherished seeing her excited face when she walked out of the school building to see that he was there to pick her up. How she bolted passed her schoolmates, jumping into his arms.
On the way back home, she held his hand, swinging them back and forth as she told him about the school drama of today. Before long, he began to encourage her gossip and became her partner in crime. Most importantly, he had become someone she had trusted, someone she loved.
He understood what it took to be a parent.
The time. The effort.
Settling down now was not a part of the plan he made for himself. He still had unanswered questions he needed to figure out, unfinished business out on the sea. And he had no idea how long it was going to take him to get all the answers he had set his life on finding.
He had worried he’d end up missing ( d/n ) growing up in the search for his answers. To him, it would make him no better than her biological father who walked out on her. Law feared her believing that he would one day walk out on her too.
He had confronted ( y/n ) about his worries, opening up to her. He could still feel her warmth wrapped around him, her chin resting on his shoulder, her gentle humming. “Law, my love, we understand that you have goals that you need to take care of. We would never want to be in the way of that. ( d/n ) believes you are the coolest man alive. She knows that whether you are far or near, you would never abandon her. She loves you, Law.”
He could only hope that she would continue to love him.
Bringing him out of his thoughts was a gasp so light he had only barely heard it. He turned around, seeing ( y/n ) still sound asleep.
A soft whimper reached his ears. Though it was not coming from her, not even the room. He closed the window gently, walking out of the bedroom. As he stepped into the hallway, he could hear another whimper coming from the open door of ( d/n )’s room.
He peeped his head inside.
( d/n ) was shaking in her sleep, beads of sweat on her forehead, streams of tears flooding her cheeks, mumbling something under her breath between her silent sobbing.
The sight shattered his heart. Instinctively he had rushed to her bedside, dropping to his knees. He gently shook her, trying to wake her up, “( d/n )…( d/n )! Little snapdragon, hey it’s just a nightmare. You have to wake up, please snapdragon.”
Her eyes shot open, her nightmare quickly subsiding to the back of her mind. But she could not get those disturbing images out of her head. She had looked to Law, hugging him tightly, silently sobbing into his shoulder.
He returned her embrace, rubbing soothing circles into her back.
She had felt safe.
“Dad…”
“It’s not real. You’re safe, I promise. I’ll never let anything happen to you.”
He remained silent, allowing her to let it all out. He was waiting until she was ready to tell him what happened in her nightmare if she wished to talk about it at all.
She finally pulled away, wiping the rest of her tears and putting her head down.
“Do you want to tell me about it?” He asked.
She sniffled, “I had a nightmare that Mom…that Mom…” Her hands began to tremble, not even wanting to say that word that followed. From her reaction, he put the two together. She continued, “And I couldn’t help her. I could have saved her but I was…weak.”
“( d/n ), you are not weak. You are so strong, one of the strongest people I know,” He began, taking her trembling hands into his own, “You are my hero, as you are also your mother’s hero.”
The young girl withdrew her hands, laying back down with her back facing him, “Heroes are supposed to be cool and collected, like you. All I’m good for is crying like the baby I am.”
Law sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at his clasped hands, seeing the ink that stretched across his fingers and the back of his palms, “Crying is a good thing. It means that you can feel, that you have a heart, and that you have emotions. To have emotions is to be alive, which makes you a hero.”
She did not respond, she didn’t even move an inch.
“Do you know why I call you snapdragon?”
“Because it sounds silly?”
“No. I call you snapdragons because they represent strength. They can bloom through the cracks of stones. They are so strong, they can beat all the odds, just like you,” He smiled, remembering the first time he had called her snapdragon.
She was being held back by Bepo, swinging around a wired hanger claiming that both Shachi and Penguin had cheated. How did a friendly game of dodgeball get this serious? No one knows.
Law had come outside to see what the commotion was about seeing the young girl squirming around in Bepo’s grasp while making the most violent threats he’s ever heard leave a child’s mouth.
What in the hell was she learning on this island? And who was she learning it from?
“Alright, alright, little snapdragon what did they do this time?”
And the name stuck.
( d/n ) scooted further onto the bed, leaving more space for him. She finally turned back over. “I don’t want to be alone…could you stay in here until I go back to sleep?”
“Sure, kid.” Law had gotten comfortable, hands behind his head, staring up at her ceiling that was decorated with glow-in-the-dark stars and comets, even a small moon.
“Tell me a story!”
“What kind of story do you wanna hear?”
“I don’t know, just something I haven’t heard already.”
He pondered for a moment. What was a story that was appropriate to tell a child her age? “How about the story of how I met your mother?”
“Boring! I meant one of your pirate stories! I can keep a secret!” She whispered-yelled as she made a zipping motion over her mouth.
“You aren’t doing a good job of keeping a secret right now, are you?”
( y/n ) arose with the sun, rays of light beaming through the window. As she stretched and yawned, she had turned to her side, the other side of the bed empty.
She had worried Law did not sleep at all. Throwing the comforter off her, she climbed out of bed. She had done as she did every morning, checking in on ( d/n ) from her door.
Though as she peeped her head into the room, she did not expect to find both Law and ( d/n ) sound asleep. She had snuggled into his side, his arm was protectively wrapped around her as she played in the world of dreams.
Just when ( y/n ) believed Law couldn’t surprise her any more than he already had.
Where was a camera when you needed one?
“What am I gonna do with you two?”
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General Audiences | Fluff, Chaos
"Megumi-seaurchinhead – that’s a really good name – asks, ‘Why do you have different last names?’”
“Do you know how hard it is to get a name change?” Megumi asked. “Especially if it’s a name you’d already had for ten years?”
“Hard both financially, legally, and emotionally,” Gojo listed. “Plus Megumi Fushiguro has such a ring to it.”
“I guess you could’ve become Satoru Fushiguro.”
“Yah, but I’m famous.”
“Point taken. Megumi Gojo is an okay name I guess, it’s just weird. I’ve been Fushiguro all my life.”
“It’s his mom’s name,” Gojo added. “It would be a shame to swap your mom’s name for your adoptive dad’s. That’s not very #feminism, is it?”
“Did you seriously just say the word ‘hashtag’?”
“Hashtag feminism, dude.”
“Don’t ‘dude’ me. You’re old and wrinkly, and cringe. Next question.”
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OR: the jjk actor/interview au we all wanted
“Sometimes people ask me if you’re, like, actually mine. And first of all, what do you mean, ‘actually’?? You’re literally my son? And second of all, if they mean biologically, how old do they think I am?! I was ten years old when you were born. And when you were conceived-“
Megumi coughed violently and nodded his head towards the camera. Gojo immediately stopped talking.
“We were rolling? Oh. Well. ….Shit.”
The screen fuzzed out with a loud BEEEEP.
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“Hey, I’m Megumi Fushiguro, and I’m in Jujutsu Kaisen 0 this March.”
“I’m Satoru Gojo! I’m also in Jujutsu Kaisen 0 this March. What a funny coincidence.”
“We’re here today to read your most frequently asked questions-”
“And it’s Father’s Day! So there’ll be lots about our relationship.”
Megumi hummed. “I feel like we should probably explain that first.”
Gojo inched towards Megumi, closing the gap between them on the couch. Megumi, engrossed in trying to find the right words, didn’t notice until Gojo managed to get an arm over Megumi’s shoulders. Megumi jumped.
“Holy fuck, don’t do that,” he scolded, hand over his heart. Gojo snickered and turned to the camera.
“We’re father and son! Hence the Father’s Day interview.” Megumi opened his mouth, but Gojo quickly put a hand over it. “Don’t sweat the small stuff. Peace and love, Megumi! Onto the questions!”
A member of the crew placed two small bowls, full of slips of paper, on the table in front of them. They also handed Megumi a clipboard.
“So, these’re the rules,” Megumi announced, shrugging Gojo’s arm off. “We take a question from that bowl-“ he pointed – “and answer it. Truthfully,” he added, staring at Gojo. Gojo put his hands up in surrender.
“Hey, I never lie! Just bend the truth sometimes.”
“Yeah, whatever. Once you’re done with the paper, put it on the table – and not back into the bowl.” Another stare. Gojo looked away. “If you don’t want to answer the question, you don’t have to, but you do have to do a forfeit.” Megumi pointed to the other bowl.
“How am I supposed to remember which one is which?”
“Does anyone have a pen?”
A woman quickly handed Megumi a marker.
“Thanks.” Megumi picked up the first bowl, and scrawled QUESTIONS on it, and then FORFEITS on the other.
“Woah, Megs, your handwriting is awful,” Gojo commented, inspecting the scribbles.
“Thanks, I got it from you,” Megumi replied. He put the marker down on the table and finished scanning the rules. “That’s about it, I think.”
“You wanna go first?”
“I guess.” Megumi carefully pulled a slip from the bowl. “This is from fishbowlbrain on twitter. ‘Do Megumi and Yuuji actually get along, or is it just acting?’”
“Do they get along? You have no idea,” Gojo groaned. “They’re such menaces.”
“He’s only saying that because we convinced the publicist to sell stickers of Satoru,” Megumi confided to the camera.
“Yeah, stickers of horrible freeze-frame moments!”
“We caught him mid-sneeze,” Megumi cackled. “Ahh. Good times.”
“That was last week.”
“Good times.”
“Seriously, I wish they were just acting. They do literally everything together now. Saw them at the nail salon a few days ago.”
Megumi held up his hand to reveal his green nails. “Aren’t they cool? Yuuji got red.”
“Very cool.” Gojo crossed his arms.
“He’s also mad because we didn’t invite him,” Megumi told the camera. “Come on, Satoru. It’s your turn.”
“Oh, hell yes!” Gojo shoved his hand into the QUESTIONS bowl and rummaged around, spilling a few. Megumi rolled his eyes and collected the spilt questions, putting them back in the bowl once Gojo had removed his hand. “Ooh! This is a good one!” He cleared his throat. “This is a question from … gojosxrayeyes? … on twitter. ‘Did you audition for your roles in Jujutsu Kaisen because of your characters’ relationship, or was it a coincidence?’”
“Satoru didn’t actually audition properly,” Megumi sighed. “They kinda wrote the part for him. I didn’t know he was in it, since I didn’t run in to him during audition week, so it was complete coincidence.”
“I do sometimes wonder if they wrote Megumi’s part for him, too,” Gojo mused. “Why does it fit him so well otherwise? Why are our characters father and son otherwise?”
“I mean, they’re not really father and son,” Megumi countered. “What did they call it? Oh yeah, you’re my ‘benefactor’. You just pay for stuff. Like rent.”
“I love being rich,” Gojo nodded. “And Tsumiki – she’s not related to us at all. She’s really lovely though.”
“It wasn’t hard to act like she was my sister,” Megumi agreed. “It would be nice to have a sister. Someone who can distract Satoru before he drives me insane.”
“No comment,” Gojo said. “Anyway, yeah! Coincidence, although I swear Megumi was a muse for someone involved. Your turn, Megs!”
Megumi picked another piece of paper out. “Yuujislefteyebrow wants to know why you always wear sunglasses.”
“What, in Jujutsu Kaisen? Only time will tell, my friend,” Gojo answered, wiggling his fingers mysteriously. “But in real life, I’m just susceptible to migraines.” He shrugged. “My turn!”
This time, Megumi put a hand to the edge of the bowl to prevent spilling. Gojo grinned and purposefully knocked their hands together as he took a piece of paper. Megumi punched his arm.
“Ow, Megumi! That hurt!” Gojo turned to the crew. “Did you see that? Did you see that? My own son-“
“Please read the question, Mr Gojo,” a woman’s voice said. Megumi sniggered.
“Yeah, Mr Gojo. Get on with it.”
“I am, I am! Ahem. Megumi-seaurchinhead – that’s a really good name – asks, ‘Why do you have different last names?’”
“Do you know how hard it is to get a name change?” Megumi asked. “Especially if it’s a name you’d already had for ten years?”
“Hard both financially, legally, and emotionally,” Gojo listed. “Plus Megumi Fushiguro has such a ring to it.”
“I guess you could’ve become Satoru Fushiguro.”
“Yah, but I’m famous.”
“Point taken. Megumi Gojo is an okay name I guess, it’s just weird. I’ve been Fushiguro all my life.”
“It’s his mom’s name,” Gojo added. “It would be a shame to swap your mom’s name for your adoptive dad’s. That’s not very #feminism, is it?”
“Did you seriously just say the word ‘hashtag’?”
“Hashtag feminism, dude.”
“Don’t ‘dude’ me. You’re old and wrinkly, and cringe. Next question.”
Gojo opened his mouth, then closed it. “You got me there.”
“I know I do. Here’s another question: ‘how do you get yourself to cry at sad moments?’”
“I am an emotional wreck at the best of times,” Gojo laughed. “I just think of a Mitski song or something.”
“Personally, I just get really in character. As Satoru said, my character is very similar to me, so if he’s crying, it’s probably a situation where I’d cry too. That’s sad enough as it is.”
“I don’t think you’ve cried in JJK, though?” Gojo thought for a moment. “I suppose even if you did we couldn’t mention it. It might be a spoiler. Wait, have I even cried?”
“Your character doesn’t really show emotions, does he? I might have cried once, or something. But I’ve cried more in other parts, and the same method worked for them. It’s always a sad moment anyway, so you just have to feel the mood and the emotions of your part, I guess.”
“Of course you have the perfect, actor-y answer,” Gojo sulked. “Now I just look stupid.”
“Listen, I just think Mitski’s more cathartic than sad,” Megumi shrugged.
“Bonus question, what’s your favourite Mitski song?” someone called from the back.
“Call me basic, but I like Francis Forever,” Megumi answered.
“Oh, that one is cathartic. I’m more of a Liquid Smooth man myself.”
“That one’s good too. But is that really one that makes you cry?”
“Nah. Have you ever seen Fruits Basket?”
“Yeah…?”
“Well. Now think of First Love/Late Spring but with Hatori.”
There was a pause while Megumi tried to focus on the image.
“…….Oh my god.”
“Yeah, exactly.”
“Yeah, yeah, I can actually see how this would work,” Megumi laughed shakily, fanning his face. “No, literally, this is working too well-“
“Wait, actually?” Gojo handed Megumi a tissue, obviously fighting a giggle. “I didn’t take you for someone who easily cried.”
“I’m not, I just really like Hatori, okay? They were in love, Satoru!”
“I know, I know. Shall we move on before this gets worse?”
Megumi blew his nose. “Please.”
Gojo rustled in the bowl for a bit. “Sunshineyellow says ‘how does Satoru feel about the possibility of their being a ‘real’ father for Megumi’s character in season 2?’ Woah, one step at a time, sunshineyellow! We’ve only just done season one – and the movie’s not even out yet!”
“Also, there’s a whole thing about what a douchebag he was,” Megumi interjected. “Yeah, the guy would be a biological father, but my character absolutely despises him. Why would we feel upset by that?”
“True, true. I think you do have to bear the context in mind. Also, they’re just characters! Separate real life from fiction, guys. I personally have a fabulous work/life balance.”
“So true. He forces me to lock my scripts away when I get home.”
Gojo gave Megumi a high five. “That’s how it should be!”
Megumi picked another question. “Toadinthehole asked ‘Why did they pair you up to do this interview? Surely Megumi should be with Yuji and Nobara?’”
“And then who would they put me with?” Gojo pointed out. “Most of the adult characters have minor roles and as a teacher, I interact most with the kids. If they put me with Kento or Suguru, it might actually be weirder.”
“Also, it’s Father’s Day. I’m here with my dad.”
Gojo immediately snapped his head to look at Megumi. “Did you just say what I thought you said?”
“Probably?”
“Awh, Megs!” Gojo launched himself at Megumi, wrapping every limb around him. “You’re so cute sometimes!”
Megumi said something, but Gojo was squashed over his microphone. Eventually, a crew member came to peel Gojo off.
“Sheesh, it’s not something to overreact over,” Megumi huffed, attempting to straighten himself out.
“It totally is.”
“I say it all the time.”
“And it gets better every time!”
“Would it deflate you to know that Yuji is doing this interview with Mr Nanami?”
Gojo paused. “They’re not related, are they?”
“No, but they do have a similar dynamic to us in the show, don’t they?”
“I guess so….”
“Yuji literally said that Mr Nanami is his TV dad.”
“He kinda is! That’s so sweet. Does that make me and Kento dad friends…?”
Megumi sighed heavily. “Maybe they should let us do an interview together. Like, the four of us.”
“Let Nobara join too! Wait, she doesn’t have a TV parent. What are we gonna do?!”
“Give her Shoko and let her join…?”
“I like it.” Gojo turned to the crew behind the camera. “Are you writing this down?”
“Don’t be rude to them,” Megumi chided. “But you know what would be cool? One of those interviews where you play with cats.”
“Oh my god, yeah! We could…”
Their voices faded as the screen turned to black. Text appeared in the centre of the screen: they got a bit distracted, so we have to cut out this bit. It’s just them talking about cats for fifteen minutes. Let’s get ourselves back on track …
The image returned and the audio faded back in. Gojo had shifted so he was sitting with an ankle crossed over his knee, arm slung casually over the back of the sofa. Megumi rooted in the bowl for another question.
“Oh, here we go! ‘Beside your own character and each other’s, who’s your favourite character in JJK?’”
“Ooh! Ooh! Nanami! I think he’s really cool. He’s just got a knife, maths, and the power of refusing to work overtime.”
Megumi laughed. “I’ve never heard it put like that before. Personally, I like Yuta – you won’t really know who he is since you haven’t seen the film yet, so I won’t say much. I just think it’s awesome how he keeps winning with the literal power of love.”
“Hell yeah! Peace and love!” Gojo beamed. “Can we do some forfeits now?”
“What, without the questions?”
“Yeah, I’m curious as to what they’re gonna make us do.” Gojo pulled one out of the bowl. “’Do ten star jumps.’ Well, that one’s boring. You can do that one for me.” He tossed the paper to Megumi, who grumbled something about it being Gojo’s idea, but stood up and started doing it anyway. “This one’s better. ‘Tell us the worst thing you’ve ever eaten’.”
“Isn’t that just another question?” Megumi puffed, on his fifth star jump.
“Yeah, but it’s an embarrassing question. And the answer is earthworms, when I was seven.”
“What?!”
“I know! Don’t I seem far too elegant to ever eat worms?”
Megumi collapsed onto the sofa, breathing heavily. “Don’t ever make me do exercise again.”
“Oh, you big drama queen. You and I both know about your 5k before bed.”
“Listen, it’s just relaxing-“
“Yeah, yeah. Pick another forfeit.”
“’Chug a bottle of sprite’. Uh, no.”
“What do you mean, ‘no’?”
“I mean no. I want another one.”
“How about ‘tell us your most embarrassing dream?’ Don’t tell me about your sex dreams, though.”
“You’re my dad, why would I ever do that.”
“We have a close relationship and we’re really close in age, you know. You might feel that I am a safe space-“
“Yeah, no. My most embarrassing dream was the time I dreamt I tried to do a skateboard trick but landed flat on my face.”
“That wasn’t a dream, that happened when you were nine.”
“Was there an audience of mermaids laughing at me?”
“No…?”
“Then it was a dream. A very bad dream.”
“You only have time for one last thing, either a forfeit or a question,” a crew member called out. Gojo pouted.
“Is it because we wasted all your time talking about cats?”
“Yeah,” the cameraman said.
“My bad, sorry,” Megumi apologised, reaching for QUESTIONS. “Let’s do one last question, shall we?”
“Yeah, these forfeits are bad.”
“Don’t be rude. Satorusshinyslipper says, ‘Tell us one thing we probably won’t know about making Jujutsu Kaisen.’”
“What, anything?”
“Anything, I guess.”
They both thought for a minute.
“Oh! I have one. My demon dogs are my actual dogs.”
“Ohhh, that is a good one,” Gojo agreed.
“They’re called Toast and Maple and they are absolute sweethearts,” Megumi smiled. “And they love Yuuji. It was so hard to stop Maple from just running over to him whenever we were filming.”
“Or me,” Gojo added. “Obviously, they live with me and have for ages now, and I’m like their bestie-“
“Keep dreaming.”
“I am! Anyway, it was worse with me because I usually wasn’t on stage during their scenes, so they kept trying to run off camera. We are so lucky Megumi is a master dog trainer or whatever.”
“’Or whatever’,” Megumi mimicked. “You’re so kind.”
“I know.” Gojo turned to the camera. “I guess that’s it, folks! Thanks for joining us-“
“And remember to catch Jujutsu Kaisen 0 ASAP. It’s actually a really good film, even if I do say so myself.”
“He’s right, you know. Like, subscribe, hit the bell – do whatever you gotta do. Keep watching JJK, and keep up with your favourite actors! Peace out!”
“What he said.”
The credits rolled.
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Tokyo Revengers: Seasonal Flu
Hello my dust bunnies, today reading some medical notes about influence's vaccine I came up with this scenario in my head: tokyo revengers dads taking care of their sick babies, enjoy it!
Characters: Haruchiyo Sanzu, Izana Kurokawa, Rindou Haitani
Warnings: Fluff, Child Crying, Lot of Cuddles
Sanzu couldn't stand it, there was so much he was willing to do, he promised to, might kill even whoever decided to let his daughter cry, but what can a man do when his 3 years old daughter got the flu? You were currently out since you couldn't be absent from work anymore, working at home with Senju, Sanzu didn't mind taking care of Ayame until you were coming back. "Yeah yeah she's sleeping, I'm cooking her the sou-", a voice interrupts the call with you, turning around Sanzu finds his little girl, lucid blue eyes, pink starred pajama, blanket and her teddy bear on hand "Daddy" she mumbles wobbling towards him, tiny feet touching the cold floor make Sanzu wide his eyes "I'm calling you later, our princess woke up!" he says before saying you goodbye, "Princess, why are you up?" he says taking her up and cleaning her nose, "Daddy wasn’t in my room, I went looking for him" the h/c girl says gripping his hoodie, "Let's go you're going to eat something while daddy watches with you your favorite cartoon" her eyes wide, expression similar to her father's let Ayame shows her entire surprise, finally a smile on the sweet baby in a day full of pain for her little body.
“Y/N I’m not sure, Hiro seems to feel really bad, he’s coughing, crying and he has lucid eyes” Izana speaks on the phone pulling his long hair in exasperation, “Zana you have to calm down, no one is dead for a seasonal flu ok?” you say while rummaging through the documents in your office table, “Are you sure?” he says for the nth time, “Yeah Izana I’m sure” you reply raising your voice annoyed and continue “Let me speak with Hiro” and so the ex gangster walk with the softest walk towards the kid who’s looking tiredly to his dad, Hiro isn’t your biological son but for Izana it’s like he raised the kid since he was an infant, that’s why with the most atypical calmness he comes closer to the toddler and give him the phone “Hey kid it’s your mama, she wants to know how you feel” he says with a smile caressing his forehead to feel it burning.
“Ma-mama” your son says sniffing a bit, “Hey baby, mama has something important to ask you” you say with a smile while hearing your husband grumble and your son nods with a smile looking at his father and letting him cuddle on his lap, “Do you want this bad virus to go away right?” you ask, waiting for your toddler’s reply and he nods “MH - YES MAMA!” He says almost convincing himself that he will feel better if he shouts it, “Then would you eat the green soup that helps feeling better and all your veggies to feel better?” you are tricking your son who gasps at your question, “No mama, no veggies please!”, Izana laughs hearing that your son he’s making a fuss over a simple cold and that’s why your husband takes the phone and ruffle your son’s hair, “Go to bed, you eat your veggies later” and before leaving his bedroom he looks at his son with a smile only meant for your small family. “You were right, love, you’re a great mother” he says making you giggle, “Maybe it’s time we think of giving Hiro a sister” he says with a smirk and you can only laugh “Maybe, but I already have 2 babies to take care of at home”.
“I’m not going to tell you another time” Rindou warns his son as soon as try to dodge the spoon he’s trying to give him for half an hour, “NO - NOO DADDY!” he shouts, dodging the spoon with the bitter medicine. Rindou sighs and with a scowl he looks at his smaller copy who suddenly sneeze on his hoodie, this wasn’t supposed to be the life Rindou imagined and with a look of disgust he cleans his hoodie, “Sayuri I’m not going to tell you again you take the medicine or I’m going to throw all your toys” he says trying to see if this threat works, “Mommy will buy them for me even if you do it, and she will scold you” he says with a smirk similar to his uncle Ran, “Do what the f- do whatever you want” and he stands up to go out of his son’s room huffing in disappointment, “Look at daddy struggling” Ran says teasing his brother, “Shut up!” he says a bit aggressively, frustrated from his son’s tantrum.
“Now you know how it’s raising a kid” he says patting Rindou and helping preparing the breakfast for Sayuri, “I was a good kid, y/n spoils him and he doesn’t listen to me” Rindou says with a huff, “It’s not y/n, he’s just a kid, look” Ran says taking the syrup and putting it into his niece favorite glass and mix it with water, “How do you think I did with you?” he says before turning and hearing little feet padding on the floor, “Heyyy buddy look Uncle Rannie is here!” Ran shouts seeing a mop of blond hair sneezing and dirtying all around his pajama and blanket, “Uncle Rannie! Give me food!” he says and Ran smirking says “Cmon why don’t you ask your dad?” he says taking his son on his lap and cleaning his red nose, “Daddy doesn’t sing me the song” he says lowering his gaze “Cmon baby that was the problem? You should have asked me” Rindou says, taking his son and giving him the medicine before engulfing him in a warm hug.
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