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My favorite dynamic in both platonic and romantic ships are “we share the braincell” or “they are both very smart until you put them together and then they’re dumbasses.”

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being gender nonconforming is great bc straight people think i'm edgy and intimidating but lgbt people see me and immediately think i'm friend shaped :)

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if fallout 76 really is a world where “every character is a real person” & there’s no NPCs im making it my civic duty to be like this lowly tavern barkeep and then once i’ve established enough of a rapport i’m going to nuke all of west virginia and it will be in character 

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Secret Admirer (Aizawa & Daughter!Reader)

Request: OML your Dadmight fics are so cute!Could you do one for Aizawa where his kid is a UA student and is receiving letters from a secret admirer. How would he react?

A/N: The reader is adopted because Aizawa is only thirty and I want the reader to be in Class 1B for story reasons within the story.

Every time I turn a corner, I hope I bump into you. Doesn’t matter where; I’m just always hoping I get to see you even if it’s only for a few seconds.

This was the first letter Aizawa had seen. 

(Y/N) was exhausted and had fallen asleep while studying. He noticed her lights were still on when he opened the door to say goodnight before leaving for his nighttime patrol, he found her face down in a textbook at her desk. He almost laughed at how much she still looked like a little kid when she was like this. He carefully picked her up and laid her down into her bed, listening to her babble nonsense as she cuddled into her pillow.

When he went back to her desk to turn off the lamp, that’s when he noticed among her english textbooks was a pink piece of paper that stood out prominently amongst the other white sheets. Aizawa had never been the type of parent who invaded his daughter’s privacy, he was the cool laid-back dad who she felt comfortable enough to talk to. But he found himself overtaken by curiosity of this pink sheet, so he sneaked a peak. 

He was surprised, his daughter had received a love letter.

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What about some platonic parental yanderes Erasermic? (Them as a couple or sepearate is fine) Where they pretty much forcefully adopt reader and are like the worst helicopter parents you'd ever imagine. Reader is just like "haha that's funny, but I gotta go home now-" but they aren't even allowed to go in the front yard without one of their "dads" at their side.

We’re doing poly because can you imagine how terrible this could be? It’s a bit all over the place.. Also the reader wasn’t forcefully adopted because they were still small, but I hope you still like it!

Father, Father

Part Two

Pairing(s): Erasermic (Poly!) x F. Reader

TW: slight homophobia, mentions of menstrual things, bullying

Word count: 1490

The second they picked you up from the adoption center, they knew they’d have to be careful with you. Your tiny yet soft hands laid helplessly in Aizawa’s as he carried you, you resting on his chest. They had just gotten you, and they could already tell how fragile you’d be.

When you turned three, they would often do hero work as you played in the living room with all your figurines. Sometimes you’d color, and they even bought you the most exquisite and fine markers they could allow for a three year old.

One day, Uncle Toshinori looked over you. You had lots of fun with him and thought it was super cool that he was the top hero! But your dads were always the best, you said, and you never changed your mind.

Not until they came home to see you spilt hot tea all over yourself. Toshinori told them what happened; that you had a tantrum and threw a ruckus, and they barely believed him. They were too caught up with you and your crying, anyways.

That’s when they banned you from using tea sets, and you never had another tea party. Plastic cups were the only things allowed. It didn’t feel real, and it wasn’t a true tea party.

When you turned five, you manifested your quirk. It was a mix of theirs; the power to erase voices. You accidentally used it on Mic, to which Aizawa thanked you for, and that’s when they discovered your newly found power. They taught you how to control it, but it still went out of hand sometimes, only on Mic. Aizawa and you would laugh at him as he struggled to speak through your restrictions, endlessly teasing him for it. He was a good sport, though.

And, when you went back to school with it the next day, kids and adults surrounded you in amazement. Bombarded with questions and praise, you struggled to go about your day. It was cool having a quirk, but you didn’t like the extreme attention you were getting. The others were soon to get their quirks, and often compared it to others.

You found this kid who was diagnosed quirkless, and you felt bad when he told you he dreamt of becoming a hero. You encouraged him and reminded him he could be heroic even without a quirk.

One day, that went too far— as one kid pushed you down. Bullies were after you now, saying that you were spoiled because of your heroic parents, and that having two dads was weird. You put up a fight about it, and your parents had to arrive to the teachers’ office.

Mic was worried, as he screamed when he saw you, and cradled you in his arms. As he whined about his fears, Aizawa glared at the teacher, then at the kids who did this. He noticed a boy with blonde spiky hair and burning red eyes, with a mom who loved to yell.

The chat was long, but the next day, the kids didn’t bully you anymore, and their parents were extremely nice to you, gifting you toys and presents. Maybe they felt bad.

On your eighth birthday, Mic took you to Karaoke. He said his quirk gave him some skills, although you’d never tell him about his squeals and how similarly he sounded to a dying pig. Even Hawks and Enji came over, and it was super fun. Hawks held you on his back as he soared through the sky, and it felt nice. The gentle breeze blowing through your (H/C) strands and the view from below— it was all amazing.

As the sun set — turning hues of purple and orange — Mic took a photo of you two in the air, and you two framed it. It was your most treasured picture you owned, and Hawks would often brag about his relationship with you. All the pros had fights and arguments about this, and you felt loved.

When you turned twelve, you started to become different. Your bossy mood and fighting passion became regular, and you’d often have mood-swings when talking to others. Your dads told you they were hormones, to which you perplexed at.

You had to go to Auntie Midnight to help with your bleeding situation, and she took you shopping to buy pads of cotton. There was even this weird cotton stick that was fairly thick, and when you searched up how to put it in, you were fascinated. This was how a woman’s body worked.

Mic and Aizawa knew little to nothing about it, seeing as they were men, and you thought it was cool that only women had this. You guys were special! This made you stronger! You told Katsuki about it the next day and it angered him.

“How come girls can bleed for so long and not die?”

Midoriya was astonished, and he wrote about it in his notebook.

When you were fifteen, things changed drastically. You gained access to a device called a phone, and soon learned about its qualities. You had limited time on it, and only took it where it was needed. When you went out, Aizawa called you every hour or so to check on you. Not only that, but he checked your phone daily and only gave you the default apps. He set a tracker, too, and you thought it was all normal until you heard kids saying that their parents never did that, and how they played games on their devices. Your parents said no to games.

You noticed how others hung-out on weekends and walked eachother home. You became well acquainted with Ochako, Iida and Todoroki, and you and Midoriya stayed close.

Todoroki had deep conversations with you, circling around his abusive father who you knew. He told you all about his training and forceful methods. You felt sympathetic for him, and he confined in you often.

Ochako was bubbly and upbeat, and you two would talk about girl stuff a lot. She saved you lots of times when you were on your cycle (so did Mina and Momo, all of them, really). You found out about her living condition and often invited her to your home. Mic and Aizawa trusted her a lot. She was one of the only friends you were allowed to go out with.

Iida was nice and formal. You told him to drop the honorifics and to use your first name, which somehow made him blush madly. You shook it off as embarrassment, and told him you two didn’t need to be so close.

When he hung-out with you one day, him and Midoriya were startled by something Aizawa said. They walked you home everyday after that, and you never knew what he said.

Katsuki endlessly teased you, saying that the only reason you made it this far was thanks to your dads. You were offended by his rude remarks, but learned to shake them off. You even used your quirk on him, and everyone laughed.

Aizawa held him back one day, and he never bothered you since.

On a girls night out, you dressed all nicely and fancy. Before you could leave, Mic dress-coded you to something more loose yet still expensive, and you got quite impatient. You used your quirk on him that day, and had a long chat with Aizawa once you got home. He told you that if they didn’t allow something, you had no say in it.

You called Midoriya about it and he told you not to worry. It was just because of the villains that would come after you.

Hopefully.

Midoriya confessed to you, spilling his heart out with a very stuttery and bashful truth. The words he spoke were from the heart, and you couldn’t feel more embarrassed.

Still, you accepted his confession and you two became closer. Katsuki bullied him more now, and everyone else was excited about it.

The girls couldn’t stop crying happy tears for you, and Mina, Hagakure, and Momo insisted shopping for new clothing. Tsuyu just gave some simple advice, and Ochako looked.. down. She didn’t talk to you often anymore, and instead seemed angered by your presence.

Denki, Mineta and Sero whined because of their loss. Denki and Mineta took it the worst— crying and sulking all day. Denki even clung onto your waist for an hour, until Aizawa angrily managed to pull him off.

Everyone else was happy for you two, and Todoroki, Shoji, and Tsuyu suggested they knew it was coming.

All was fun and games until you arrived home to witness a quiet atmosphere and serious faces. Even Mic’s expression was replaced with an intense and thoughtful one, instead of his stretched grin and cheerfulness.

The door made a small shut behind you before Aizawa decided to open his mouth.

“Sit down; we have lots of things we need to address.”

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So the only YouTube channel I fuck w/ is this Ukrainian dude who makes a lot of cooking videos, and he made one where he tried to make an American recipe for cheesecake using imperial measurements and

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This is my little go at making a comic for my story - Canary XD

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I’m a shance hoe

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So I extracted the audio from that scene where Shiro is drinking water from the lake and it sounds very NSFW.

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Public School Is A Goddamn Disater, Part 2: The Lovecraftian Madness of Machismo

Part 1 here, AKA: the Mantisocalypse (you don;t have to read it to understand this one, but you should anyway)

Content Warnings: Mental Illness, Attempted Murder, Sexual Content, Stalking, Abuse, Animal Abuse Mention, Emetophobia, US Public Education, Military Industrial Complex.  I’ve been told this is my most disturbing story, even if it’s hilarious, so mind your health.  All the names in this story have been changed to protect the innocent and Not-So-Innocent.

This is the story of Recruiting Sergeant Scott VS. The Lacrosse Jocks VS. Yours truly.

To understand this story, you must understand the dystopian hellscape that is US Public High School- I went to the NICE high school in town, with the AP curriculum and new building, where the the kids were generally too obsessed with getting into the ivy league to do anything worse than occasionally smoke on the roof.  Not even weed, just regular cigs.  During their off-periods, so they’d have time to febreeze their clothes and arrive to their next class early.  You know, the most boring fucking kids ever.

AND STILL, we were subjected to the various scourges of US public ed, namely-

-on-campus police officers and regular “what to do in case of a columbine event” drill.  We had Officer Munoz, who was a wonderful Latina Woman with the good sense to focus her efforts on getting kids away from abusive parents rather than persecuting brown kids, but we were VERY lucky on that front.  Still, having someone walking around with a gun and technically the authority to kill you, and having to hide in the science cabinets three times a year fucks you up.  Remember Officer Munoz though, She is Important.

- A weird, cult-like, frankly masturbatory attitude regarding athletic achievement.  The arts and sciences were stuck doing bake sales for supplies while the gym got re-done two years after the school opened.  This was tempered in an odd way at my school in that literally all the sports teams unequivocally sucked, with the exception of 

1.Marching Band, which went to nationals twice in the first two years the school was open 

2.Knowledge Bowl, where kevin and I took the team to 3rd in state in our first year, and only lost because Kevin had an asthma attack so we decided to let the other teams fight over the ‘lesser’ medals 

3.Lacrosse, which didn’t actually didn’t GO anywhere, but was a “real” sport and beat our ‘rival’ school, so the team got to be Big Men On Campus, and get away with all kinds of nonsense like eating in class when everyone else was forbidden or skipping tests for ‘practice’.  The three worst offenders were Dustin, Jack and “Rattlesnake Pete”, all of whom were budding neo-nazis and thus signed up for German.  With our Jewish teacher.  Remember them too.

-On-campus military recruiters.  As in, people who are legally allowed to exaggerate, manipulate and actually lie to minors to convince them to join the armed forces.  Ours was Sergeant Scott, and as much of a skeevy rat as he was I honestly felt bad for him, because remember, academic magnet high school so he had three kinds of kids to work with:

Kids who made the physical standards for the armed forces and were all about honoring their country via physical labor, but were dumb as shit and couldn’t pass the written exam.

Kids who could pass the written exam and were totally ready to bully some people in the third world, but couldn’t do a pull up if you covered the gym floor in cobras.

Kids who passed the physical and mental portions but were uniformly rabidly anti-military industrial complex, to the point where 35 of them crammed into his cubicle in the office he shared with Officer Munoz and Janitor Wendy, so they could hold a sit-in protest of the Iraq war and chant “Impeach Bush” and “War is Murder” at him  Someone chucked red paint on him, because they’re furious immature teenagers.  It was his first day.

Poor bastard.  Remember Him as well.

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You said that your old house had 6 flamingos and a volunteer avocado tree. What is a volunteer avocado?

A Volunteer Avocado is when you mom was raised in Cleveland by people with only a passing relationship with fruit but a tremendous interest in both urban agriculture and not paying for things, so she can’t stand to get rid of a perfectly good avocado seed, so she gets it to germinate in a mason jar on the kitchen counter, then plants it in the front yard to see if it’ll actually grow but your house is on what used to be a chicken farm so it’s got stupid good soil and the little avocado grows hell-for-breakfast in the CA sun and chicken-shit dirt and in three years it’s as tall as the house and your mom leaves the front door open at night so the wolfdog can get outside in short order because your neighbors love avocados too and come into your yard at 3AM with a ladder to steal them and you wake up in the middle of the night to your parents yelling at Mrs. Mcgurkey about what the FUCK do you think you’re doing, and you use that word the next day on your Demon of a fourth-grade teacher and she actually hits you because she’s a piece of shit but one of your classmates throws his chair at her first and you become best friends and spend the rest of the year giving her hell culminating in the Mantisocalypse.I might have gone off-topic.

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All the Son of Haggar parts

Here are all the Son of Haggar part, all in order uvu 

https://bijellyfishy.tumblr.com/post/161494201907/the-son-of-haggar-part-1

https://bijellyfishy.tumblr.com/post/161513357287/son-of-haggar-part-2

https://bijellyfishy.tumblr.com/post/161534898607/son-of-haggar-part-3

https://jadaboo327.tumblr.com/post/161568799142/son-of-hagger

https://bijellyfishy.tumblr.com/post/161570670327/son-of-haggar-part-4

https://jadaboo327.tumblr.com/post/161572658567/son-of-hagger-part-45

https://bijellyfishy.tumblr.com/post/161600453542/son-of-haggar-part-5

https://jadaboo327.tumblr.com/post/161618971152/son-of-hagger-55

https://bijellyfishy.tumblr.com/post/161918824032/son-of-haggar-part-6

https://jadaboo327.tumblr.com/post/161932640047/son-of-hagger-66

https://bijellyfishy.tumblr.com/post/162012225562/son-of-haggar-part-7

https://jadaboo327.tumblr.com/post/162047857147/son-of-hagger-75

https://bijellyfishy.tumblr.com/post/162049164747/son-of-haggar-part-8

https://jadaboo327.tumblr.com/post/162068694132/son-of-hagger-85

https://bijellyfishy.tumblr.com/post/162106584867/son-of-haggar-part-9

https://jadaboo327.tumblr.com/post/162223566382/son-of-hagger-95

https://bijellyfishy.tumblr.com/post/162225018107/son-of-haggar-part-10

https://jadaboo327.tumblr.com/post/162241832232/son-of-hagger-105

https://bijellyfishy.tumblr.com/post/162269210142/son-of-haggar-part-11

https://jadaboo327.tumblr.com/post/162333750572/son-of-hagger-115

https://bijellyfishy.tumblr.com/post/162382977182/son-of-haggar-part-12-final

That’s it ^^

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Son of Haggar part 10

Haggar stared at Lavi’s original memories, of his insecurities, his abandonment, his loneliness, his pain. She even saw his point of view of her leaving him in her blue lion. Haggar felt tears come down her eyes, she never didn’t cry after at moment. But here she was crying silently to his child cried for her to come back.

Haggar sometimes wishes she did go back for him, she still does. She added the memories hoping to erase the all the pain he felt. So he won’t felt those insecurities, the abandonment, the loneliness, the painful moments in his life.

But was calm to her retaliation, she was killing him. She was killing her son slowly and most painfully. Haggar added memories with his original, it was too much that he could handle. It broke her heart. It will kill him slowly and painfully.

Yet those memories Lavi had were so similar to her own past life, when she was known as Farla.

One memory show his compassion for all life, and the most painful one of all.

Lavi was protecting a mother cat with her new born kittens from older boys. The boys beat him so much, he had so many bruises. Sadly the boys won and had killed the mother cat by burning her alive. Lavi cried out in angst begging them to not hurt the kittens. That’s when the Lavi snapped and beat the boys, than he grabbed all four kittens and ran as fast as her could. Though only one survived, the rested gotten sick. Lavi tried to pay these vets hoping if he paid them, they’ll save the kittens, it did nothing. The one that survive was a black and grey tabby who adore Lavi and she became Lavi’s only friend.

Who knew this trait of Lavi’s would make him become the Blue Paladin.

His compassion for life, Haggar had that once.

Compassion

“Lotor.”

“Hmm?”

“How much do you love Lance?” As her golden eyes change into her blue ocean eyes.

Silence filled the room, Lotor knew what Haggar was gonna do.

The lioness was letting her cub go to be his true mate.

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Son of Haggar part 4

Lance just stared at the mirror, improving what he was going to say to Hunk. God, he even practiced with Shiro.

Hunk’s opinion mattered to him so much. If everyone (not Shiro of course) went against him, he would be happy with Hunk by his side. And Shiro too.

Lance took a deep breath and put on the makeup that was washable, his blue lion hat, and sunglasses. And walked out of his safe haven.

The walked to the dining and kitchen area felt like a walk to hell, it was agonizing. And saw Hunk there, baking something. Hunk hum a song that Lance can’t put his finger on it.

“Hey buddy.” Lance said as he looked at the yellow paladin. Hunk paused and looked over to his shoulder. And gasped with pure happiness, and stop everything he was doing to ran up to Lance and hug him.

Lance took in the warmth of the best friend and smiled, missing this so much. “Finally you came to talk to me bud!” Hunk said as he pulled away and smiled brightly at the short paladin. Lance smiled back. “Yea I do have something to say.” Lance said.

“Sure baby, you can talk to me as I finished this purple cake.” Hunk chuckled as he walked back to finished his work. Lance followed and stand a few inches away from.

“Don’t say anything until I’m done ok?…” Hunked as he mixed something.

“I know I been distant lately and I’m sorry for it. But I do have something to say… No it’ll be easier to show you..” Lance said. Hunk stopped mixing and looked at Lance.

Lance closed his eyes and grabbed the wet towel that Hunk was using, started to rub it on his face. As he pulled away, he pulled of both the glasses and hat off of him. Lance took a deep breath as if he was going to drown.

And looked at Hunk, his brown golden like eyes widened as he dropped the mix. He stared quietly in shock. Lance looked down, and began.

“Some missions ago, I met Haggar. And… she used some kind of space magic to… show my true form. And confessed that she was the original paladin and…” Lance was so scared to say this, he wasn’t even told Shiro. “I’m her son…”

Lance felt the tears come down and his breath hitched, afraid to see an scared Hunk, mad Hunk, or worst both.

“Please don’t hate me…”

But Lance felt two large strong arms wrap around him. Holding him close, Lance shut his eyes and cried. “I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you by being distant.” Lance confessed. Hunk rubbed his back and whispered, “Im your best friend Lance..I would never hate you.”

They held eachother that felt like hours, but it was only 2 minutes.

“Don’t tell anyone..” Lance whispered, as he calmed down. “Shiro already knows…I want to tell them myself..”

Hunk pulled away and smiled softly at his best friend. “Of course dude, my lips are shut.”

Lance smiled back at Hunk, and was so thankful that two people were by his side now.

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This is after the small fanfic https://jadaboo327.tumblr.com/post/161568799142/son-of-hagger by the lovely @jadaboo327

Please do look them up!!

Part 3 -> https://bijellyfishy.tumblr.com/post/161534898607/son-of-haggar-part-3

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Son of Haggar part 3

Shiro watched his team with tired eyes. He haven’t had that much sleep. Lance wasn’t there. It felt lonely, and quiet. Without Lance, it was hard for the team to even relax. Lance only came out, for missions, to get food, and training. He wore sunglasses and a winter hat.

Lance just wanted to be alone. It hurt..

Shiro decide to head over to Lance’s room, hoping maybe if Lance talked to him. Maybe he’s homesick, or having his insecurities. Shiro took a deep breath as he stands infront of Lance’s door.

1 knock

Silence

2 knocks

Silence

Shiro though was determined to talk to Lance, Shiro was lucky enough to know how to unlock the biolock from Pidge. And walked into the dark room, only the pale blue light shine the room. Shiro spotted Lance, or Lance cover in his blanket. He could hear the slow and soft breathing patterns of sleep coming from Lance. Shiro couldn’t help but feel sadness wash over.

He walked over to the sleeping Lance, and slowly pulled the covers. His eyes widened as he stared at the peaceful sleeping Lance. His ears were longer, altean like. He had… he seen those altean marks before.. from Haggar. But they were a dark blue.

Lance slowly opened his eyes, they fluttered for a moment. As Lance looked up at Shiro, his eyes weren’t the same. The black pupil was replaced by a pale blue pupil.

Lance’s beach ocean eyes widened with fear, tears were crawling they’re way out. He quickly sat up as he pulled the blanket over himself, hiding himself.

“Don’t look!” He shouted. It was shaky, Shiro could hear him crying just by his voice. Shiro felt guilt wash over him, he must of given Lance the look of terror.

“Lance..” He slowly pulled the cover off of Lance. His ears were down and eyes shut, and tears were falling off. Shiro with his galra arm wiped away those beautiful tears. “Lance, look at me. Please.” Lance opened is eyes and looked up at him. Shiro couldn’t help smile at him softly, with those eyes. He couldn’t hate him, he loved him to much.

“I’m a monster… I’m ugly.. I don’t want to be like her!” He cried as he gripped the grey sheet. Shiro sadden as he pulled Lance into a warm hug. Lance cried harder onto Shiro, repeating those words over. Shiro couldn’t help but glare, thinking of what Haggar said or even done to him.

Shiro pulled Lance’s face to look at him, again with his galra hand wiped the tears away. Lance slowly calmed down as he looked into the grey stormy eyes.

“Your not a monster. Your still our paladin. My- Our heart of Voltron.” Shiro paused but went on.

“You beautiful Lance.”

Lance blushed and smile softly, “Thank you Shiro..” he looked down and whispered, as if it was a secret not to be told by anyone. “Will you stay with me?…” Shiro smiled softly and nodded, and laid down with Lance. Holding him close, Lance gripped his vest. Shiro closed his eyes, sleeping soundly with dreams of both him and Lance at the beach.

Shiro couldn’t help but wanting to protect Lance more, from her.

Part 1 -> https://bijellyfishy.tumblr.com/post/161494201907/the-son-of-haggar-part-1

Part 2 https://bijellyfishy.tumblr.com/post/161513357287/son-of-haggar-part-2

part 3 https://bijellyfishy.tumblr.com/post/161570670327/son-of-haggar-part-4

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Son of Haggar part 2

She watched her son of the years, watched him grow with some what of a mirror. Haggar saw how Lavi, or Lance, is what these people called him.

Haggar watched his loneliness, how it took forever for him to find a family to take him in. These McClain took him and made him who he was.

She watched her shy Lavi join theater, which helped him come out of his shell. He made others laugh, and cried. Yet he still felt alone, unwanted, and out of place.

Haggar never wanted to give him up, she wanted him by her side till the end. She would have kept him close, like a mother lion to her cub. She would have died for him even. The day she was force to give him away to Earth, it broke her heart.

Lavi giggles as Haggar carried her cub. Lavi touched her snow white silver hair, and smiled bright. He put his small chubby arms around her neck. Holding her close and his large blue eyes looked up at her now golden eyes. “Mommy sad? Don’t cry mommy.” As the small altean hands whipped away her tears. She held him close, not wanting to let him go. She whispered a spell to protect him. From what ever the plant had, it was dangerous the last time she visited.

Haggar whispered to him, “I love you my cub" as she set the toddler onto the seat of the blue lion. The boy looked at her with fear and confusion. Haggar put her hand on his chubby cheek. Lavi smiled happily and put both small hands on to her hand. “I love you too mommy.”

Tears came down more, She doing this for him. She telling herself, to protect him.

“Protect him..” She said to her lion, that no longer belong to her. But now her son, feeling her lion grow very fond of him. “Yes Fala”

“Goodbye my love.” She said as she walked out of the blue lion’s jaw. She could hear his cries for her, it broke her heart.

Haggar closed her eyes at the memory, and opened her eyes. As she watch her Lavi feel ashamed of being her child, her son.

How he put some type of paint to have the marks be hidden, he forced himself to wear silly head wear of his lion. How he wore long sleeve shirts and pants to have the marks that painted his body. And wore something to cover his beautiful ocean eyes.

Lavi even started to isolate himself from his so called team. Even pushing his affections for the champion away.

Haggar actually expected this, denial at first. But soon, she knows he’ll accept this soon. And join her in open arms, again like he use to.

She would would be with her cub again.

– Lavi is lance’s altean name

Part 1 ->https://bijellyfishy.tumblr.com/post/161494201907/the-son-of-haggar-part-1 ———–Part 3 -> https://bijellyfishy.tumblr.com/post/161534898607/son-of-haggar-part-3