#{because they're my children obviously shush}

[alien-slushie]

Oh my GoD hear me out! Wolf Beastman!Kim Rok Soo

I know, sounds kinda weird but just shush and listen!

So, KRS goes wooooop~ all the way to the TBOAH[calling it BOH for short] world, but instead of swaping with Cale he instead becomes his own 'character', and is in fact a member of the Black Wolf Beastman Tribe. Why black? Because black wolves are rad as hell and KRS just gives me "Black Wolf" energy.

NOW! At first, KRS doens't know that he's in the BOH world, because he woke up alone in the forest. Is he the last member of the Black Wolf Tribe? Was it even a tribe at all? Was KRS actually from a differnet tribe but got kicked out due to his rare/ominous fur color? I haven't decided on that yet, but either way he's now a Lone Wolf![I've decided. It's part of the edit]

KRS is pretty much just living his best Wolfy life, he's traveling, adjusting to his new body, learning how to hunt and shift, and he gets to sleep whenever the fur he wants so he's actually enjoying himself more than he thought.[except he is so so lonely. Wolves should not be alone, Lone wolves suffer a lot due to their need of pack so even if KRS won't admit it, hes suffering emotionally]

After making a small territory is a seemingly quiet forest, he smells smoke and blood and hears screaming, and because he "doesn't want to chance the fire getting to his territory", he goes to check it out and finds the Blue Wolf Tribe already slaughtered, excpet for the children. Now, because KRS is too soft, even if he won't admit it, he tried to help the kids. They're wary of him, since obviously he's a stranger, but he brings them food and healing herbs he was able to sniff out. It isn't until KRS sees Lock that he realizes he's in BOH.

After the pups seem well fed and healed from any injuries, KRS tries to leave. He knows being around Lock will get him pulled into the plot, and he wants no part of. Except now the pups have come to see him as their new caretaker....Kim Rok Soo: you are the father!

Still thinking about what would happen after this though. Any suggestions?

How do you guys feel about KRS being able to have a wolf form? I know the Blue wolves don't seem to be able to shift like On and Hong can, but I really want Rok Soo to be a huge wolf with like 15 kids dog piled on top of him...

Edit:

So for this timeline I think I've decided that; the Harris Village attack and the Wolf Tribe attack dates were switched. So instead of "the unknown organization" attacking Harris first, they did the wolf tribe first.

I've also decided that Black Wolf Tribe was a thing, but the "Unknown Organization" got to them first, and the reason KRS is alone in the frist place is because he was the only survivor, similar to Lock in the original timeline.

Rok Soo isn't aware of this change though, and thinks Harris Village has already been destroyed so his plan is to go to Harris Village and rebuild so the pups have a new home, and the KRS will start a small Village or something there.

Lock does go berserk as in Canon, but with nobody else around KRS is the one taht has to take his attacks, pretty much cementing their bond.

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*slowly starts pulling out a word doc* I might have to write this.

[bittersweetstargazer]

okay yeah so I made this off of that one post by @frownyalfred about Clark not understanding that human can sense like danger bc he obviously. isn't. so anyways. there's two of them and they're both short– the 1st one is 600 words and the 2nd one is 400 words because I have other things to do with my life currently and I would probably add more to them and maybe I will in the future but this is the best it's gonna get for now (unbetaed as usual)

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1.

Clark stood next to Bruce as Jon and Damian scurried over to the next house in the neighborhood. He chuckled as Jon tripped and almost fell, catching himself only by using his powers of flight. Damian had grabbed him by the back of his costume like scuffing a cat.

"They look so . . . happy." Clark commented, bumping his, shoulder against Bruce's. Bruce snorted, pointing at his own son.

"Damian looks like he's about to stab Jon. I'd hardly describe that as happy."

"Fortunately, he doesn't have his kryptonite sword."

"Oh, I wouldn't trust that. It looks like his sword is covered in lead. To cover what? The world can only dream."

Clark tensed, trying to look through the (supposedly fake) sword Damian brought as part of his costume, jaw dropping when he couldn't.

"You mean he—!"

"No." Bruce snorted. "He made it out of plastic but covered it in a thin layer of lead to mess with Jon."

"Why is your son making empty threats to mine?"

"Did you really expect anything else from him?"

"Like father, like son, I suppose." They both turned to each other and glared.

"Anyway," Clark huffed, "I think it would be nice if we could just have a nice, calm night of no crime-fighting together, right?"

"And with our children."

"Together. And our children, yes."

Bruce shrugged. "Sure."

Clark's left eye twitched. "Right."

They walked off to go join their children just as Damian started scolding at Jon for messing up their innocent act.

"Imbecile!" Damian hissed. "You said the wrong thing! Did you see how many pieces of candy we got? Five! Do you remember how many we got last year? Seven!"

"I'm sorry! My suit was pinching me and I couldn't focus!"

"It doesn't matter about how uncomfortable you are, you must stick to the script!"

"But I—!"

"Boys." Clark cut in. "You already have plenty of candy. And Damian, you're rich. You can buy more candy anytime."

"It's not about the stupid candy!" Damian scoffs. "Half of these aren't vegan-friendly anyways. It's about how much candy we can exploit from these suckers."

"Damian." Bruce raised an eyebrow and his son fell silent. "Although, I must say, your current strategy is quite succe—"

Bruce tensed, falling silent. It didn't escape Clark's notice when Damian also tensed as well. Hm. His earlier statement didn't seem to extend to just murderous tendencies.

"Bruce?"

Bruce shushed him. "Something's not right."

"Not right?" Clark and Jon shared a look. "Everything seems fine. How do you know? Get a report from O in your earpiece?"

Bruce shook his head, eyes looking around sharply. "Someone's watching us."

Before Clark could even begin to think of a response to that, Bruce jumped forward right as a gunshot rang out, covering Damian.

Jon screamed as Bruce grunted, a blossom of red blooming from his right bicep. Damian scowled, pulling out a sword from a hidden sheath on his body. Jon went white.

"You had that on you the entire time??" He whimpered, backing towards Clark. "Relax, dimwit. It's not made of Kryptonite."

Bruce pulled off his shirt, craning his head to inspect his wound. He hissed as the fabric brushed against the broken skin, spreading the blood further across his arm.

"We should get out of here before our mystery sniper takes another shot. We're easy pickings out here in the open."

He pressed his shirt against his arm, attempting to stifle the blood flow. Clark picked him up and tried not to brush against his gunshot wound as Bruce struggled to get back down.

"My arm is injured, not my legs."

"I still don't want to risk any side effects you might get from blood loss. I know you have a high pain tolerance but transportation would be much easier this way. Also, the faster we can get you to Alfred, the better."

Bruce sighed as he settled back into Clark's arms, lip curling as he was lifted into the air. He heard Damian start to curse in another language as Jon attempted to lift him as well.

"Language." Bruce muttered, head sliding down to meet Clark's chest. Clark simply chuckled and flew down the familiar path to Wayne Manor.

2.

Bruce grit his teeth as Clark landed on his balcony, the familiar feeling of his neck hairs rising washing over him once more. He tried to focus back on his book, but he found it difficult with his body desperately trying to warn him about a nearby threat, which happened to not be a threat at all.

"Hey B!" Clark greeted, his smile unnaturally bright, like the sun on the earth, like warmth on a cold day. It made him shiver.

"Hello, Clark." Bruce replied simply. It was always hard to grit out more than a few words in his presence, as he constantly felt like he should turn tail and run. It was one of the reasons why he chooses to communicate with grunts rather than speaking.

Clark walked inside, plopping himself on Bruce's bed. "Busy today? There's a game tonight and Gotham is playing against Metropolis. I got some tickets, if you'd like to come? I've already asked Lois, but she's too busy following her newest Lex scoop."

"Which is?"

"She's convinced that Luthor's been ordering sex toys filled with Kryptonite as a way to avoid detection. After he was caught last press conference, he tried to play it off as a new product they were planning on branching out to, but everyone knows that—"

"That Luthor's bald head is probably the last thing you'd want to get off to? Yeah, I figured."

"Yeah. Anyways, I'm pretty sure that one she finds what she's looking for she's gonna get one for me as a 'souvenir'. God, I hope she doesn't. That would be awkward to explain."

"Mhm." Bruce hummed, placing his book face-down on the table, unable to even continue the farce of reading it.

"So, about that game? I'll pay for everything if I have to." Clark waved the tickets in front of him, trying to tempt Bruce into accepting.

"Clark, you are aware that I'm a billionaire."

"Yeah, I know." Clark huffed. "Can't I just do something nice for my friend every once in a while?"

Bruce shook his head fondly, reaching over to grab his ticket from Clark's hand, trying to ignore the spike of fear he felt while getting closer.

"B, you good?" Clark frowned at him. "I heard your heart skip a beat or two."

"Fine." Bruce waved him off. "Let's talk about the game. I can't let you sit there thinking your team is going to win while I know very well the Knights are."

"Hey!"

[sobeksewerrat]

✨and🏳️‍🌈 with Hazbin for the ask game

(Also do I have permission to rant about Alastor to you. I hate that fucker so much.)

(yes you do. Please do it actually)

Note: added the cut cos I ended up yapping

✨what draws you towards your hyperfixation? what is interesting about it?

Tough one. Honestly part of it is that I cannot control my AuDHD and part of it is that it has a lot of potential and possible ideas?? I find myself to be more attached to media I can play around with, only God knows how many TMF fanfics, wips and AUs I used to have, and Hazbin is perfect for that.

Besides, I would consider myself to be religious and I'm quite interested in stories based on mythology and religion, and the core concept of Hazbin intrigued me as a Muslim (funfact! In Islam hell is temporary for most people iirc LMFAO). Also, what better way to explore my religious trauma?!

And it's chock-full of potentially interesting characters and dynamics that go unexplored, so that ties back into the first point.

And last but not least, I tend to be a fan of objectively bad and/or very controversial stuff (*coughs* danganronpa, mlb, Jeff the killer-)

I could yap forever about my love-hate relationship with Hazbin but I think I should stop here for now.

🏳️‍🌈do you have any headcanons (lgbt, race, neuro, etc) that are important to you?

YES!! TOO MANY ACTUALLY!!! Here are some of my faves :3

Adam is SWANA, mostly projecting but all abrahamic religions originated from the SWANA region soooo (obviously the term SWANA and the region prolly didn't exist when Adam was first created but shush) And my Eve is black BTW!

Transmasc Adam!! This headcannon is so, so important to me. So important I created multiple AUs with lore documents about it. I could write an essay about why I headcannon him as that. Multiple, actually.

Albino Lute!! I hc they're SWANA too (and Heavenborn, don't ask how, idk either) , but they have albinism (her natural eye colour is very light blue, they wear gold contacts).

NONBINARY LUTE WITH SHE/THEY PRONOUNS ‼‼‼

the exorcists, mainly Lute n Vaggie, as Adam's daughters (biologically or otherwise)!! I can't live without that headcannon and I'm so fucking upset there's not enough content about it out there

Autistic Lute and Cain (my oc at least). They inherited it from Adam. And Eve has anxiety, we've established that. She also has OCD. Trust me. And ADHD Abel. And Vaggie with PTSD (they all have it but her especially

AroAce Charlie and Angel Dust!! Ik they're bi and gay respectively, but who says they can't be both?

AroAce Lesbian Lute too.

Asexual Adam!! I already wrote an essay as to why I hc that but since then the hc expanded and I can write a better, updated one. Won't be as lengthy as my hypothetical trans Adam one, but still full of yapping. 

Adam wears his mask not out of insecurity (for the most part) or protection (that thing is LED, it ain't protective) but because he was recognised by one of his children during the first Extermination (even though he had already transitioned by then). Let's just say that didn't turn out well, and Adam was unresponsive for days. 

Adam is genuinely afraid of most things, even silly stuff to us like the dark. Because even though us modern people have the privilege of artificial lights, not living in the wild, medicine, etc.- he didn't. He was literally a caveman. A fever could kill anyone in his family. The night meant being at risk of being eaten. Water can and will kill you because of the bazillion bacteria inside. Winter meant death if you didn't have a fire going 24/7 or covered yourself up with anything. But, he hides his fears because he thinks they're fucking embarrassing (even though it's very clearly untreated trauma)

Adam loves his kids, truly. He fucked up A LOT (killed thousands of them and the whole Vaggie situation), but that doesn't mean he hates them.he just learned not to get attached to them. 

ADAM ‼ HAS ‼ ABANDONMENT ‼ ISSUES‼

Adam lowkey feels he doesn't deserve his spot in Heaven.

I literally came up with this like an hour or two ago with @an-theduckin but Adam actually did believe in redemption once and tried to advocate for it. Till he didn't. Wonder why that is 👀 (got a fic idea I won't finish. Dw abt it)

Adam gaining weight as a form of healing‼ I imagine he was deathly skinny on Earth due to food insecurity, and even though he improved after they invented agriculture and got better at hunting, he was still clearly unhealthy (and popping out the entire human population at the time didn't help). And also he just likes his appearance this way (fuck you Lucifer and your stupid fat joke)

ADAM LOVED HIS WIFE!!! SHE LOVED HIM TOO!!! OH MY GOD GUYS PLEASE GET IT RIGHT.

In a perfect world, Adam would've been Charlie's uncle/father figure. 

Lute and Vaggie cared about each other, things just kind of…well, yk how it ended. Lute has immense amounts of guilt over the whole situation, but they'll never admit it. Especially not after Vaggie started being involved the Lucifer's fucking daughter. 

Adam's secretly a feminist. I'm not even gonna elaborate, figure out my reasoning yourself. 

Vaggie grieved Adam and her fallen sisters after they died in the finale. Of course, she'll never admit it. (I HAVE A FIC WIP ABOUT THIS I HOPE TO FINISH SOMEDAY!!)

Gamer and Fandom kid Lute. This hc means so so much to me! I originally stole it from @bluexjayy ! They're really into cringey fandoms too (mainly danganronpa, FNAF, undertale and the creepypasta fandom- probably mlp too). Secretly writes fanfiction.

I have SO MANY hcs for Stan and I's Cain, Abel and Eve but I doubt anybody wants to hear them sooo

Redhead Lilith. It was ginger in Eden, turned blood red when she became a sinner. She dyes it blonde.

Annnddddd I think I should stop now oh my god I'm so sorry for yapping again Thanks for the ask though!! Please feel free to rant about Alastor.

[lavenoon]

AU AU AUs of choice, how would Sun and Moon react respectively to hearing Robin hum/sing on the job or from the other half of the house?

Answering for pre-reveal/ before the dynamics kinda blur together uwu

Main: Dusk takes a moment - he's used to banter, and an always vigilant Robin. So this is new, and before he can think better of it, he'll tease them with the newly acquired pet name "songbird." Will immediately regret it when Robin huffs and stops, whining and pestering them to continue for perhaps the entire mission. Later in the dynamic he may start humming/ singing to get them to join in again, and later in the dynamic, they might <3

Sun is busy pining, so mostly he does just that - depending on how close it is and how far they are in the friendship he goes from a happy little acknowledgement to himself to theatrically sighing with a hand pressed against the wall, wishing it gone, to maybe even just humming along loud enough for them to hear, inviting them to take it to the balconies or the backyard where they can share a space <3

Reverse: Dawn will do his damndest to pretend he's not hearing anything. He knows if they notice he's actually listening really, really intently, near reverently, they'll stop immediately and take offense somehow. It's rare enough they let their guard down like that, and he won't risk breaking that moment. Might find himself humming the songs to himself when he's alone later <3

God, man, Moon's just straight up pining. Sorry, but at this stage he has No Game, and apart from getting distracted and listening in for as long as he can he just. does nothing. If he likes the melody himself and not just because he heard Y/N hum/ sing it he'll look it up himself, maybe listen every now and then, and give himself away when he starts humming it where Y/N might overhear <3

Hatchling & Reverse Hatchling: For the neighbors very little changes, except that even Sun is more hesitant to reach out, and probably just sticks to mere pining. Both of them do it a lot though, lots of pining and lots of lamenting the fact that they cannot get closer to this symbol of an unbothered civilian life (oh, sweet summer children), that they have to stay away - they're so bad sorry not sorry

The agents have a bit more wiggle room - putting this after the fuck up and consequent apology in those timelines, neither will want to give Robin any indication that they don't enjoy their playful side, so any criticism or shushing will happen at worst in a tense situation, though Robin would be quiet in those. (Well, except maybe humming the Jaws theme when a group of hostiles is looking for them, and laughing at whatever hissed reprimand they get back - but that's on purpose annoying, not enjoying music for itself)

Dusk is more reserved than as a junior agent - he enjoys it, but feels like he's intruding when they let their guard down like that. He tends to not acknowledge it, doesn't look more than he has to, but stays quiet. It's like if he talks to them they will notice he's still there, intruding, and the moment will shatter, rather than realizing that they never even forgot that he's there, and let their guard down because of him, not despite <3

Dawn allows himself much more than as the junior agent - he looks, and he listens, and he smiles very obviously, may even throw in an affectionate tease or two if Robin doesn't seem too taken aback once they notice his attention. If he feels like they're shy now that he noticed, he'll hum a few tones, just to get them to start up again, and might hum along in the future, too <3

Dynamic Swap & Reverse: The neighbors are. Not even really pining, but a bad cocktail of emotions. Some pining, sure - but mixed with "Oh they can be happy, they can sound like this, it's just never in my presence" and the regret of how wrong they took things. Sun is huffier about it, more in denial, might walk away when he hears only to find himself trailing back trying to catch a few more notes. Moon wants to leave, feeling like he's overstepping, but keeps finding excuses to stay and listen just for a bit longer, just because it's one of the few times he heard them with their guard down

The agents on the other hand? The agents continue creating a cringe blast radius for everyone around Robin and them and neither of them are sorry

Dusk will annoyingly ask for an Encore whenever the opportunity arises, bribing Robin with food and sometimes even mission details to "come on, can you do the ABCs?" (or any other ridiculous children's song). He's a little shit and absolutely aware of it, one step away from playing announcer for their little impromptu performances. But he stays quiet for the singing itself, only perhaps humming along if the moment is quiet enough <3

Dawn I have to tell you might just propose a duet because how could he not? There's his equal at work, the senior agent who has acknowledged him and respects him, with the most beautiful singing voice, and he's supposed to not join in? No, he has no brakes (whether he should need some I'll leave to you) and he's having way too much fun indulging that he'd ever think about how he's laying it on really thick <3

[floralgardenswitchesmoving-blog]

Which muse is your favorite?

Questions Gimme GimmeMun EditionAlways Accepting

I’ve answered this before and I kind of feel bad that this is an easy one to answer - and its not the cop out “I love all of my muses” kind; I’ve said previously that @dysfunctionalmasons was my very first blog (I thought 2012 but come to discover I started in 2011; seven years holy crap) so the twins do occupy a majority of my heart. But also, as much as I love Kole, my answer to this will always be Kimberly. I think she’s the most developed of my muses (i mean her sex life is basically an open book by now oops) and I’ve played her the longest - even though after one of my many stupid hiatuses I lacked the muse for the twins and made floralgardenswitches a main blog as a result I did eventually gain them back and now I’m sort of wishing I kept them as a main blog....maybe one day I’ll change when Tumblr/Yahoo stops being a dick when I try and make shit.

[no-goddamn-cilantro]

I got a bug, so I decided to write this ridiculous nonsense.

Adventures in Babysitting

The ship hummed softly as the power-down sequence began, and Rocket was quick to hop out of the pilot's chair and make his way back to the makeshift child seat Gamora insisted he use. Something-something safety, something-something, blah-blah-blah, whatever.* Groot's safety is and always will be number one, but it's insulting that she thinks a glorified bucket with a seat harness is going to do shit. Rolling his eyes to himself, he lifts the "baby carrier" by the handle and disembarks, wincing in the bright sunlight on Peter's home world.

He probably should have told Peter he was going to come, see if the guy had any family to visit. Ah well. Too late now, time to meet his old pal to drop off the kid before getting down to business.

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Dyn Jarren was, to put it mildly, exhausted. After Sporog, there had been nine other planets, either too hostile or where they were too easily found. Nine.* So he'd decided to... Branch out a bit. Hit the next Galaxy over- he had contacts there, a Mandalorian covert hiding away on the moon of some backwater planet called Terra where the locals had barely managed to intrude on the dead rock, let alone notice the comings and goings of the refugees on their own moon. One of these Terrans had even gained that most precious of commodities years ago, the Mandalorian's trust.

There were three shootouts, a target's gills getting infected with fishrot, and said Terran actually convincing the target to be encased in Carbonite willingly. It was a wild four days, but the man was trustworthy, never having breathed a word of what happened during his "spirituality retreat."

Landing in a tucked away copse of trees near his contact's current location, he hefts The Child into his arms, turning his head to shush him gently.

"None of that. It's faster if I carry you."

Without another word he disembarked down the gangplank and set off at a brisk pace, following the coordinates in his helmet's display.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Keanu was sitting in the sunny Northern California early afternoon, dozing off if he were to tell the truth, at the rather larger home than he really needed that had been rented for the next week. He wanted plenty of room for Rocket and his young ward to explore and relax though, so this was his best option. It was secluded, no neighbors for miles, with a dense forest to the back and miles of vineyards in lieu of the missing neighbors.

A coo only a few feet from him caused him to jerk fully awake suddenly, eyes opening to see a man he'd never expected to see again and- was that a child?

Standing, he greeted the unexpected guest from outer space with a pleased smile.

"Mando! Man, wow, it's been like- six years? How are you? And who's this little guy??" As he approached his face broke into a more intimate grin as he made eye contact with the tiny green child, delight lighting up his face as The Child gifted him with another coo.

The Mandalorian, for his part, gives a neutral hum that borders on pleased. "This is The Child. We're currently hiding from parties that want him dead- or worse. I was hoping we could lay low here for a while- is that alright with you?"

Keanu, for his part, is astounded at that story, but the only question that passes through his lips is, "Mando, have you not... Named your kid?"

Despite being able to see exactly none of the Mandalorian's face, he can practically feel* the other man's blush. "... It hasn't been important so far."

"Mando!"

"Keanu." Unexpected, deadpan snark from his friend, but he rolls with it. Abruptly, he remembers his manners and invites them hurriedly, offering food and beverages. Dyn declines both for himself, but soup for The Child if he has it. Keanu does and quickly begins heating some on the stove. While that's working, he tries to figure out how to tell the bounty hunter about his other, expected visitor.

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As it turns out, the Mandalorian wasn't terribly fussed about his having other guests, so long as they didn't try to harm either the man or the* child, though the Terran man was subjected to a hard stare he couldn't see but could definitely feel when he mentioned his other guests were "a little unusual-looking."

Rocket, true to form, didn't bother with knocking, though Keanu was openly relieved he used a door at all for entering the abode. The bipedal raccoon, on the other hand, was distinctly and obviously uncomfortable. With a blatantly false smile across his snout and speaking through his teeth, Rocket jerks his head a few times back towards the living room from the doorway of the kitchen where he'd abruptly halted.

"Hey, Neo, need to talk to you real quick. In here. Away from the bounty hunter."

The implacable stare of the helmet followed them out of the room and until they turned the corner, Rocket leading his friend halfway up the stairs leading to the bedrooms. Before Keanu can speak, Rocket is standing- somehow- on the railing and gripping the collar of his jacket, pulling him close to mutter threateningly in his face. "I don't know what that guy has told you, but I don't have any more bounties on my head. I went straight, we all went straight, we're doing good now. I won't let some Mandalorian asshole with out of date information skin me for credits, you got it?"

"I'm not here on a bounty."

Both man and raccoon in the stairwell jump, looking down at the Mandalorian standing with crossed arms. He continues, unperturbed by the blatant hostility of the raccoon that scampers down the stairs to stand eye to... Well, hip, until he takes advantage of the banister again. "I'm just laying low for a while. Needed a place to hide. Keanu mentioned you were coming." At the last sentence Rocket glares back at the man, before Mando dryly adds, "We were unexpected. You weren't."

Keanu decides that he needs a strong mug of tea.

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So once helmet-head and his little goblin child are settled in the dining area, Rocket goes to collect Groot and his- bucket, no, carrier- from where he'd left him napping in the sun. He is completely unsurprised that his own little monster child has managed to escape the prison of the child seat and is frolicking in the yard after a butterfly or some shit. Rocket allows himself the barest moment of tender enjoyment of watching Groot just be happy, before he knuckles up and shouts across the open lawn.

"Hey Groot, come meet your babysitter! I don't got all day, hurry it up!" The tree person- is he a shrub right now? He's small enough to be a shrub- comes scampering across the yard, stopping in front of Rocket, crossing his arms, and indignantly huffing.

"I am Groot."

"Yes, you do. I can't leave you on the ship by yourself for a couple of days."

"I am Groot!"

"Because I'm the adult and you're not right now."

"I am Groot?"

"Keanu. Don't give me that look, that's his real name."

"I am Groot."

"Look who's talkin'! You think either of us have room to be critical of someone else's name?"

"... I am Groot..."

"That's what I thought. Now c'mon, he's waiting inside and he made you food, so be grateful."

He takes his ward's hand, leading him inside. More to himself than anything, he mutters, "But Keanu is a weird fuckin' name..."

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The second meeting with the children present goes much smoother than the first. They sit and share a meal- with the exception of Dyn Jarren, who answers endless questions about Mandalorians, his helmet, his weapons, and anything else Rocket can think of to annoy him with, with a remarkable amount of patience- if not without more of the snark Keanu witnessed earlier. The fathers then send their children to play, with stern warnings about not leaving the yard that are, the Terran is sure, going to be completely ignored. He has to grip Mando's sleeve to get him to sit and stay after some noises of play begin and the man slightly panics.

Rocket, for his part, decides to refuse to be this much of a worrywart over Groot upon observing the bounty hunter's near-palpable anxiety over his foundling.

Keanu decides to get into the practicalities of the next few days, asking what each child likes to eat, when they're supposed to sleep, and what discipline they're used to, ready to take notes.

Both Mandalorian and raccoon stare at him blankly after the first question. He tries again, starting with what he thought was the easiest question.

"what time do they generally go to sleep?"

"Uhhh, Groot just sorta passes out when he's tired. Usually about... 9ish? I guess?"

"Does he nap during the day?"

"How'm I supposed to know, I'm workin'! He just sleeps when he's tired."

"Mando?"

The bounty hunter's shoulders drop slightly in what might be classed as defeat. "He sleeps all the time in about two hour chunks, then he's up for about five." When the Terran blinks at him in what looks a lot like confusion, he sighs. "I've tried getting him to sleep longer, but unless he ends up using his abilities, it's just not happening."

Keanu nods in what appears to be deliberate lack of judgement, making notes on either side of his page. Rocket snatches the paper almost as soon as he's done with his bedtime notes, barking a laugh at the name given for The Child.

"Mando Jr.? Really, bounty hunter? You couldn't come up with anything better?"

"... I didn't come up with it."

"So what's his real name?"

"... It's not important. That'll do for now."

And so the conversation went, discipline being a similarly baffling subject for both of them. When it came to food though, they found surprising common ground.

""Frogs.""

Keanu made a continue gesture after they both looked at each other in surprise, before Rocket jocularly punched Dyn on the shoulder. Dyn, for his part, just seemed exhausted. Keanu could relate.

"Soup. Small bits of meat... Mushrooms. Insects if he can catch them."

"Groot'll eat anything, kid's a trash compactor. We done here?"

Keanu is more than happy to finish out the conversation there, releasing them to go check in on their kids before headed out. Sometime in the last few hours, Rocket had decided a Mandalorian was pretty good backup for what he was doing and asked if Dyn would like to come along. The bounty hunter had sighed heavily before nodding his agreement.

Which brought them back around to the sitter conversation that now had Keanu reaching for the tea kettle again.

It was going to be a long three days.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Keanu, for his part, was pleased to discover Groot had no problems retreating to his and Rocket's room at 9pm for bed. The Yiddling, as was the name that seemed to stick for the sitter, was another story.

He whined, he grizzled, he even squealed a time or two. The Terran just kept calmly holding the kid and bouncing gently, singing half-remembered lullabies to the child as it slowly, eventually, tired itself out. Keanu very gently lowered the child into the crib he'd acquired from the bounty hunter's ship before they left, taking the three steps back to his bed to collapse backwards into the sheets and blissfully drop off after hours of soothing a fussy toddler who could move things with his mind.

For two hours. Then the crying began again.

It was a long night for everybody, and the sitter was more than happy to go start the coffee pot just as the first fingers of sunlight began to creep over the treetops behind the house. By the time he had breakfast prepared for the two children under his care, the kitchen was bathed in golden morning sunlight. The two ate well, then his little tree-like charge turned to him with a stubborn tilt to his head.

"I am Groot."

"A nature walk? Why?"

"I am Groot!"

"I somehow really doubt the forests of Earth are your ancestral home."

"I am Groot!"

"... You know what, an excellent point. You two can find all the frogs you like and I won't have to attempt to catch any for you. We'll go in a little bit, okay? I need to pack you both lunches in case we're out for a while, and I need to put together that thing."

"That thing" was, in fact, a jogging stroller for doubles. A quick overnight delivery after the arrival of not one, but two children in his care necessitated it, and it had arrived promptly at 8am. He cleaned up after his little charges, helped them both wash their hands in the sink, and then sent them to play for a while as he carefully read the instructions for assembly.

One hour, two bandages, and a hurried, "don't repeat that!" tossed in a nosey Groot's direction after some overheard profanity, and the babysitter had the stroller ready. He packed two quick lunches based on the Yiddling's preferences- as his was the more specified, and Groot really would eat anything, including the plate- and got them all out the door, a bag of essentials that he resolutely would not call a diaper bag tucked into the very-convenient compartment beneath the seats of the stroller and took them down the path that had a trail head right there in the backyard. Keanu decided Groot really did have an excellent idea with this.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Two hours later Keanu was smugly pleased with both the nature walk and the double stroller. Both kids were passed out asleep in their stroller seats, snoring gently with the remains of their lunches clasped gently in sticky fingers- twigs? Claws? Fingers was just easier for Keanu's exhausted but triumphant brain- and resting lightly in their laps. He was now taking a leisurely stroll back to the house, enjoying the peace as much as communing with nature.

And so that's how the three spent the next several sleep-deprived days. Breakfast, stroller, wander through nature (one extremely disturbing frog-hunting hour around a pond that he's never mentioning to another living soul except for maybe their parents) lunch and afternoon naps, playing tag and other such games in the yard, dinner, and then a fraught bedtime with the little Yiddling.

When their parents returned, Rocket was nearly bowled over by an excited Groot, being squeezed happily by suddenly very long toddler tree arms. The Mandalorian was passed The Child by a tired but very happy Keanu, who reported to both parents that they were good kids and behaved. Mando was surprised in equal measure by both the Yiddling- he was keeping that name for him, thank-you Keanu- falling asleep in his arms immediately, and the sitter in question's flabbergasted stare that soon melted into a soft, gentle smile.

As they each departed for their ships after what was decidedly a warmer and noisier splash than The Mandalorian had wanted to make on this planet, they were both secretly pleased at just how comfortable their children had been with the Terran, and at how well they'd been able to work together.

Perhaps they'd have to do this again sometime.

[codename-bewareofthefangirl]

May I request Aone, Kyoutani, and Tendou with a chubby s/o? Maybe trying to convince them they're beautiful, stretch marks/cellulite and all ;w;

Hi dear! Yes,obviously you can! I like this ask a lot and I dedicates it to all the peoplethat right now doesn’t feel comfortable with themselves or are scared aboutothers’ judgment. Ps. I don’t how you’re going to find those s/o, I just my“personal” (what I’ve lived or seen or read) experience when I write!

Enjoy andtrust who loves you for who you are!

Aone/Tendou/Kyoutanix chubby s/o

 Aone Takanobu

You were having one of those no-no days.

The depressing thoughts arrived like a shower,suddenly falling onto you when you entered the bathroom and saw yourself in themirror. You were wearing shorts and a t-shirt, everything you would’ve liked toconceal was looking back at you.

You tried to breath and smile, to remember that it wasjust you being paranoiac.

But that stupid fear was there. What if others saw youlike that too? What if they found you disgusting but just tried to conceal it?What if one day they couldn’t stand your sight anymore? Because there were somany better looking people than you, right?

You locked the door and slid down the door,resting on the cold floor with tears at the corners of your eyes. That sucked.Cellulite,  stretch marks, being chubby…it sucked.

You covered your mouth with both hands and let out asmall shaking sob.

Why you couldn’t be what others wanted to see?

“It’s not fair…” you cried in a whisper.

A knock on the door startled you.

Ah, Aone was waiting for you to return and resumewatching the film.

But you didn’t want him to look at you right then. Notcrying. Not with that body of yours.

He knocked again, more loudly. He was worried and youknew it.

“I’m fine Aone, let me alone for a bit.” You lied ina shaky voice, trying to fake a cheerful tone.

Silence.

You closed your eyes hoping he wasn’t going to insist.

You heard his quiet footsteps walking away and sighed.

What were you even thinking? You big liar. Now youfelt even more abandoned. What if Aone was going to find you disgusting oneday? What if he was the one who couldn’t love your body anymore?

“I’m an idiot…” you mumbled pressing the palms of yourhands against the eyes.

Then you heard your boyfriend coming back again andfroze. You waited, some shushed noises in the air.

From under the door, Aone passed you a smallpiece of paper.

There was a big red heart on it.

You felt more tears pushing to fall. It was a heartsimilar to the one he had drew on the first, embarrassed note he had passed youin classroom to ask you out.

He knocked again, but you didn’t answer. So, he seateddown on the other side of the door, ready to wait the entire day there untilyou came out.

“Aone,” you called him in a whisper after few secondsof silence, “It’s one of those days.” You explained hiding your face betweenthe knees. After all, it wasn’t the first time something like that happened andyou were sure he was going to understand the meaning of your words.

You heard him sighing and could seeing him frowningworriedly.

“Why?” just one, deep and quiet word. He alwaysrepeated you that he couldn’t understand how you could ever hate your body.

“Because I don’t like myself.” You answered angry atyou and at your insecurities.

“It’s okay.” He replied firmly, “I love you and yourbody enough for both.”

You straightened up your head immediately blinking insurprise, even if you had heard similar words thousandth and thousandth times.It’s just that he was so sure of what he was saying that every time it struckyou.

“Really?” you asked trembling, urging to stand up andneeding to feel the truth of his words.

“One day, I’ll make you love yourself too.” He assuredso earnestly and promising that you felt all your fears being washed way.

Crying in relief, you suddenly opened the door. Aonewas seated there, waiting patiently for you, and looked up with a small, fondsmile. You jumped in his arms without giving him the time to get up.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, nuzzling against him andenjoying his protective hug, letting the tears fall and a smile blossom on yourlips.

He shook his head to dismiss your apology, drawingreassuring circles on your back.

There was no need to apology, it was a simple, lovingtruth.

 Satori Tendou

“T-the pool?” you asked, unconsciously letting the uneasinesscreep into your voice.

Tendou stopped looking at his computer and bendedbackwards against the chair to look at you, from upside down. That flexibilitywas inhuman, you were scared sooner or later he was going to break in two.

“Yes?” he confirmed, arching an eyebrow.

You faked to not having noticed the hidden question“It’s a problem?” and turned, resuming preparing two cups of ice cream forboth.

“Ah…” you stuttered, panicking inside but trying toconceal it as you could, “With whom?” you inquired taking a spoonful ofchocolate.

“The former teams and some friends from university.”He explained warily, now returning to a human position but turning completely inyour direction.

“You don’t want to, s/o-chan?” he asked you tiltinghis head and you froze on the spot, blushing hard.

“I-It’s my time of the month!” you improvised,instinctively swinging the spoon and ending up to dirty your shirt. You cursed.What a horrible day.

“It’s not your time of the month.” He replied rollinghis eyes and standing up. “Don’t lie!” he singsonged rocking on his heels.

“How do you know?” you asked offended, finally turningto look at the boy and pointing the spoon at his chest.

“Because I live with you.” He smirked, crossing hisarms, “Aaaand because I sleep with you.” He added mischievously, making youblush even more.

“Well, I just don’t feel like going.” You pouted,averting your gaze.

Tendou narrowed his eyes and stretched his lips in athin line.

“Did someone said anything about you again?” he askedin a sugarcoated tone that made you shiver, even if you knew perfectly hisanger wasn’t directed to you.

Bullseye.

You took a step back and shook your head humiliated,biting your lips to not surrender.

“S/o-chan?” he called you in his dangerous tone, walkingslowly towards you.

When he finally was in front of you, seeing you wereparticularly interested in the floor, he put his long finger under your chinand forced you to look up.

He stared at you as he was piercing holes in yoursoul.

“…maybe.” You admitted, feeling your eyes getting abit wet. You were used to stupid, mean comments, but that didn’t make them hurtless.

For a moment, Tendou seemed ready to murder someone intheir sleep and hide the corpses in the garden, but softened immediately.

“Who?”

“Some older girls.” You reluctantly answered clenchingyour hold around the spoon.

He shook his head and, in a fluid movement, he grabbedyour waist and put you sitting on the hob. You blushed and tried to protest,but his grip was firm and he blocked you there.

“They were jealous of your curvy, nice body.” Heexplained tilting his head from side to side.

“Oh yeah. Hella jealous of my stretch marks too. Andthe cellulite, they would die for some cellulite of mine.” You sarcasticallycommented, rolling your eyes, but he flicked your forehead.

“First, I still don���t understand what you’re referringto when you speak about cellulite. And yes, when you show me I see nothingdifferent or disgusting.” He argued leaning towards you, who would have likedto interrupt him, “Second, I love your stretch marks. They are fascinating.” Heexplained with honest and clear eyes. You could see how much he loved you andhow truthful his words were, to the point it was difficult to remember why youhad given importance to those stupid comments.

“Because you’re crazy.” You argued, starting to feeldistracted by his closeness.

“That’s why you love me. And you trust me too.” Hereplied grinning at the sight of you quickly glancing at his lips.

“True.” You snorted rolling your eyes and biting yourbottom lip. Now, you weren’t interested anymore in that kind of discussion.

“So, pool?” he purred again, inching closer. Ah, heknew he had already won.

You grimaced for a second at the idea, but nodded inthe end. In any case, you were going to see Tendou in a swimsuit. Worth it.

“Don’t worry, you’re gonna enjoys yourself!” hechuckled satisfied at your pout, “My predictions are never wrong!” chantedplayfully, before finally kissing and letting you physically know how much headored you..

KyoutaniKentarou

Hot sand, children screaming and dry air.

And beautiful skinny girls in their bikinis, showinghow pretty they were all around.

Going to the beach sucked.

And why you were there?

Because your boyfriend’s team had decided to go andyou had been dragged with them. However, to show all your disappointment andhatred for the whole thing, you had refused to move from under the beach umbrella,curled on yourself and wearing a large hoodie with short sleeves over theswimsuit.

“Okay, what’s the fucking problem?” Kyoutani suddenlyappeared beside you with a growl and seated down next to you. He was drippingwet, but you were too focused on his naked shoulder and his abs to notice.Damn.

“I don’t like the beach.” You muttered in reply, quicklyraising your eyes to glare at him.

“Last summer you threw a tantrum because you wanted tocome with me. You didn’t talk to me until I bring you there.” He reminded youscowling and passing a hand through the short, wet hair.

“Well, now I don’t want to.” You bitterly replied,lowering your gaze.

“Brat!” he cursed under his breath annoyed, trying tocalm down, but he didn’t leave you.

You two spent some seconds in silence and you felt himrelaxing by your side, gradually. When he spoke, he was attempting to remaincomposed instead of flaming up.

“Is this another girls’ thing?” he asked frustratedand you looked up, surprised. He wasn’t watching you, covering his mouth withthe hand, embarrassed.

“What?” you stuttered blinking.

“A girls’ thing. Like, when you say something but youthink something else. And I should understand it but actually I’m bad at it.”He explained nervously, restlessly even. He hated seeing you grumpy and unhappylike that, he preferred your annoying, chirping usual self.

You felt a pang of guilt.

Ah, damn. It wasn’t his fault; you knew he had hopedyou’d be happy to come (even if he had said it was for the team). Yet, you weremaking him worry, just because you were an insecure chicken.

You sighed and your face heated up.

“I’m embarrassed.” You admitted bashfully, fidgetingand hugging your knees tighter.

Kyoutani turned, surprised, and frowned.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“I’m embarrassed.” You repeated a little louder,nervously.

“About what?” he inquired completely oblivious aboutwhat could ever embarrass you.

“About my body!” You burst, clenching your fist, andhe jolted at your sudden exclamation, “And about my cellulite, my stretchmarks, my imperfections, my everything!” you concluded dramatically, pantingand raising your hands in the air.

Kyoutani widened his eyes shocked.

“Are you fucking serious?” he asked incredulous andyou glared.

No need to be the usual rough guy.

“That’s why you’re wearing that thing?” he askedpointing at your hoodie, finally putting together the pieces. It was absurd. Hehad wanted to rip it off for the entire day.

You blushed, averting your eyes and giving him aconfirmation of his supposition.

He blinked at you for some seconds, realizing thatyes, you were serious. You were worried, sad and ashamed of yourself. His heartclenched.

“Take it off.” He growled suddenly, but without hisusual bite.

You looked at him horrified.

“No!” you protested like a scared cat.

“Take it off!” he repeated, quickly losing hispatience.

When he saw you stubbornly keeping it on, he sighedand bended over you. You tried to fight back, cursing, but he pinned you downwithout too many efforts and took your hoodie off in few, rough moves.

You felt suddenly naked under his eyes. He stared atyou from head to toes, like hypnotized, before shaking his head.

“That’s so stupid,” he whispered under his breath.

He stood up and dragged you with him by sheer force;then let your wrist go and instead he slipped his hand into yours, firmly butsomehow gently pulling you after him, while he walked towards the sea.

“Oi s/o!” he called you, who were chasing after himkeeping your eyes low, “You’re fucking beautiful alright?” stated seriously,like it was something so obvious that he was annoyed by having to repeat it.

You perked up with wide eyes. You couldn’t see hisexpression, but his ears were tomato red.

“I don’t care about what others say. You’re cute andyour body is hot as it is, so stop getting depressed about it and have fun.” Headded stuttering a bit, “I love your smile.” He whispered at the end, so lowyou risked to miss it.

Yet, everything he said sunk into you.

He wasn’t very vocal about compliments or his love foryou, but when he expressed it, it was always so blunt and direct, so sudden andspecial, that you fell all over again for him.

You nodded blushing and squeezed his hand.

“Another thing.” He said again, now with his usual brashtone, “You’re allowed to wear something on your swimsuit only when there areother shitty guys around. My t-shirt is better than your hoodie, anyway.” Hepractically ordered you, possessively as usual.

You finally burst into a heartfelt laughter.

“As you prefer, jealous dog.” Mocked him shaking yourhead and swinging your jointed hands.

You couldn’t see it, but at the sound of your laughterhe had smiled too.

Ah, that happy you was the best.

[headoverhiddles]

Omg yes I loved the quadruplets headcanon thing! And what if Nicolas has like a bff and they're great friends. But when they get older they both have feelings for each other and they start dating. But Nicolas is scared to tell Gaston and Lefou but his sisters encourage him so he ends up telling them and they're so happy for him (plus they've always like Nicolas's bff). So now they can kiss and stuff around them and his sisters always coo at them! Aahhhhh! The feelings I'm having for this!!!❤️

Yes yes!! [[Original headcanon here]]. 

Okay so let’s call Nicolas’ bff Jean. So Jean and Nick are inseparable, have been best friends since the get go- Jean is a little bit of a troublemaker/bad boy type though (much like Gaston, but a little nicer lmao) and they’re really cute. Anyway, the Headmaster knows them as the kind of duo of his class that never stops talking to each other.

“Nick,” the headmaster says sternly when he sees how close he’s sitting to Jean, “Go sit over there. Jean, you stay where you are.” In my mind, the headmaster is kinda homophobic, so he’s always trying to break them up. Lefou’s onto him, he knows and he’s pissed, but Gaston just reassures him it’s because the old schoolteacher is bitter his wife left him for another man and he has no love in his life. 

Of course, Jean and Nick always play together outside of school too, and as they grow together, they start to do new things together, like the first time they egg an annoying kid’s house: 

“Did you see the look on his face, mon ami?” Jean laughed, slapping his knee. Nicolas grins too, but is worried they’re going to be found out, and even more worried over what his dad’s going to do when he finds out twelve of his precious eggs are missing. Spoiler: the next morning Gaston cries for an hour because he only got to eat four dozen eggs rip. 

To celebrate turning 18 and coming of age, they go on a hunting trip- Gaston tells Nick all the things he has to know about firing a gun and skinning the game, and Lefou packs them up for a weekend at their rustic hunting lodge. 

Now that they’re 18, Jean tells Nick on the way there that he’s going to start courting Christene, a simple farmer’s daughter. He confesses in secret to Nick that he has no real feelings for her, but his parents expect him to start finding a suitable woman to bear his children soon- they’re of a more traditional mindset than Nick’s family. It breaks Nick’s heart to think of his best friend kissing someone else, laughing with someone else, sleeping in the same bed and holding someone else… and his heartache and pining only gets worse sleeping one bed away from him the entire weekend. 

The weekend is filled with Sexual Tension. On the last night, they hear a wolf howling a little too close to their cabin- Nick’s terrified, Jean’s trying to act like a hero, but when the latter takes one step outside with his rifle and hears the howl again, he runs back in, bolts the door, and drags Nick with him to his bed. They snuggle together the entire night, shaking and shivering and very, very close.The close proximity leads to a kiss, and a kiss leads to *cough* both their first times staying warm. The next morning, they talk it out, and decide this is something not worth losing over trying to fit in with the villagers- they would pursue their love.

Nicolas is so happy, but he’s also worried about what his parents would think. Like, sure they’re a same sex couple in a village where such a thing is pretty socially unacceptable, but still… what if they wanted something different for him?? 

His sisters are all together for a while instead of just having Antoinette around, (as Adalene, the eldest, has come back briefly from a trip to Paris to seek out jobs there in the fashion modelling industry, and Alexandra has come back to visit from school in London). They all notice Nick’s a little more neurotic than usual, and visit him where he’s sitting in the barn one day. He tells them all about the trip and what happened, and they’re all squealing for him, beyond happy. 

“Do you love each other?” Adelene asks, clasping her hands together. 

“Does he know what he’s getting into with dad and his infamous date target practice?” Alexandra asks, crossing her arms.

“Was he superb in bed?!” Antoinette hisses, “I always imagined Jean would be with those legs.” Adalene smacks her upside the head. They ask when he’s going to tell their dad and papa, but Nick tells them how scared he is of coming out. They don’t pressure him, but remind him of the fact that Gaston and Lefou would never, ever hate him for this. 

Soon after, Nick’s papa sits him down one day in town by the fountain, and tells his moping son a story. 

“You know why I love this fountain so much, Nick?” Lefou asks. 

“Why, papa?” Nick sighs, resting his chin on his fist. 

“Because I was pushed into it when I was your age.” 

Nick frowns, and Lefou elaborates with a smile and a distant, dreamy look. “Yep. All my schoolmates gathered around and pushed me right in- they thought it was so funny, cause I couldn’t swim. Yeah, it was just a fountain, but I was scared to death of water.”

“So? What happened?” Nick asked, fully invested in the story now. 

“So… picture this,” Lefou holds his hands up, “I’m floating there, splashing around like a maimed duck, and out of the butcher shop comes-”

“Dad?”

“You guessed it.”

“Knew this was gonna be a sappy story.”

“Hey, you’re 18. Thought I would tell you about the time I met your dad- and the time when he was the only one in this village who went against the grain and respected me.” He nudges his son. “He was also an oblivious fuckwad, who couldn’t take a hint for 13 years. Eventually, I had to kiss him in order for it to click that- woah!- this guy who’s been swooning over me for 13 years and would do anything for me actually likes me?!” Lefou chuckles. “Aaaand, that’s how we got married. Point is…” He chooses his words carefully, “Sometimes, it takes a while for someone to realize how they feel. But they’ll come around, if it’s meant to be.”

Nick looks up, realizing what his papa’s talking about- or who. Should he tell him now?

“I do. Now let’s go find Alexandra in the book shop, and pick you some flowers to give to Jean tonight.”   

“W-what?”

“Seriously, take it from someone who knows, Nick- sometimes, you’ve gotta pull their heads outta their asses for them.” 

“The thing is, papa…” 

“Yeah?”

“Um…” Nicolas blinks, and decides to wait until that night- he obviously had his papa’s support, but he wanted to break the news in front of both of his parents

. At dinner, he finally stands up, and clears his throat, placing a hand over his heart. Gaston immediately rolls his eyes, ripping his chunk of bread in half.  

“Oh heaven help me, Nicolas, you’re not going to recite another passage from that dastardly boring book about the… oh, what was it? The moody prince and all his dead friends, are you?” 

“How dare you, dad, Hamlet is extraordinary!” Alexandra gasps, but Lefou shushes them, eagerly awaiting what Nick has to say. 

“I…” Nick starts, blushing, “I’ve begun a relationship with Jean.” He’s silent, waits. His sisters are already clapping silently, encouraging him. 

“Well, it’s about damn time!” Gaston finally grins, kicking out his chair, rising from the table, and walking over to yank Nick into a stifling bear hug. “He’s a good, strong young lad, Jean is- I like him. Proud of you,” he adds, kissing him on the top of the head, and Lefou sighs, hugging Nick as well. Later, he cuddles into his husband in bed. 

“Our son is so brave,” he whispers. 

“He is,” Gaston nods, “And he will need to continue to be- relationships like ours and his won’t make it easy for him. He’ll need a tough hide. A streak of confidence.”

“I think Jean’s got that trait down pat,” Lefou chuckles, already wondering if Nick would wear his father’s captain uniform or a specially tailored dress to his future wedding. 

Oooooh that was really long but I love this headcanon *cries*