#Hana: I’m going to get such a good grade in alpha :) both normal to want and possible to achieve:)

[vroomian]

….. Hazbin Hana for sure has crazy regen powers, so if alastor needed to eat something powerful to, idk recover from an angelic wound for example, Hana could literally just offer him an arm. It’d work too. Hana is calorie dense! Very nutritious. :)

[sophialala1]

Dearly Beloved - Bonus chapter 13 - Never too old for love (Patreon exclusive)

Victor 52 years old Yuuri 48 years old

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“Yuuri!” Victor called in sheer panic.

Yuuri put down his book and immediately ran to his husband’s aid. “What’s wrong?” he asked as he found his husband in the bathroom, holding a strand of hair with shaking hands.

“Yuuri, I’m getting old!” Victor exclaimed and showed him the strand of hair that was a few shades brighter than Victor’s normal hair color.

“Is that a grey hair?” Yuuri asked in confusion as he stepped closer.

“That’s it,” Victor said. “Tomorrow I’m getting a rocking chair and a walking cane.”

Yuuri snorted. “You’re not old,” he claimed as he gently took the white hair and threw it in the trash can. “You’re only four years older than me.”

“Maybe we’re both old?” Victor asked with a childish pout.

“That’s impossible,” Yuuri claimed. “I would know if we were getting old.”

“And how would you know that?” Victor asked, a little curious.

“When our children try to force us into a retirement home for starters,” Yuuri said with a fond smile. “Niko wouldn’t be moving back home if he believed he were moving on with two old men.”

Victor sighed. “Oh Niko…”

“He’s only twenty years old,” Yuuri pointed out. “He tried living alone for a year, maybe he just wasn’t ready.”  

“Maybe,” Victor agreed. “But didn’t we teach him better than to leave the stove on before going to class?”

“It was just bad luck,” Yuuri defended their son. He was so much like Victor with his way of thinking. So he couldn’t find it in his heart to be mad.

“I should double check the fire alarms,” Victor said thoughtfully. “He’s not burning down our home.”

“He wouldn’t,” Yuuri claimed. “He felt so bad about it.”

“As he should,” Victor said sternly. “What are we going to do about him?” he asked tiredly. “I feel like he will never learn. I wasn’t that reckless when I was his age.”

Yuuri snorted. “Maybe you are getting old?” he said teasingly. “They say that the memory is the first thing to go.”

“I wasn’t,” Victor protested. “When I was twenty I was in the university. I had amazing grades, I was fluent in seven different languages and I had won gold in a million different skating competitions.”

“Pfft,” Yuuri said. “A million?”

“Fine,” Victor agreed. “Just a lot then.”

“But you also broke your foot when you skated without your focus,” Yuuri recalled. “And you were twenty when you wrestled down Santa…”

Victor had completely forgotten about that.

“And all the fights I had to talk you out of,” Yuuri continued. “You had such a short temper in your twenties.”

“Okay,” Victor relented. “But I want him to be better than me.”

“You can’t ask that of him,” Yuuri stated. “He’s doing his best, and that’s good enough. At least for me.”

Victor deflated. He knew that Yuuri was right.

“I just got so worried,” Victor admitted. “What if he had forgotten the stove on and gone to sleep?”

Yuuri hated the idea of that. “Well, luckily that didn’t happen.”

“Are you going to be in the bathroom for much longer?” Hana suddenly asked as she stood in the doorway.

“There are three other bathrooms,” Victor pointed out. “Do you need this one?”

“I’m going out with my friends,” Hana stated. “And this is the only bathroom that has a good enough light for me to put on my makeup.”

“You don’t need makeup,” Yuuri said in surprise. Hana usually weren’t that much into makeup. She was seventeen, but the last time she was using makeup was when she was twelve and stole a lipstick from Victor’s aunt and painted her whole face with it.

“You and dad use makeup all the time for photoshoots,” Hana pointed out.

“Yes, but I’m guessing that it’s not that kind of makeup you’re intending to use…” Yuuri said. “Or do you have glitter spray in that bag?”

Hana frowned. “No…”

“Why do you want to use makeup?” Victor asked, a hint of worry to his voice.

“No reason,” Hana said, lowering her make up bag that neither Yuuri nor Victor had ever seen before.

“Hana, you can talk to us,” Yuuri said gently as he walked up to her daughter to get a closer look at the bag. “We’ll even help you.”

Hana averted her gaze. “There… There’s this boy I like…”

When Sora had told them about the girl that later grew to be his girlfriend of four years. Both of the true mates had been thrilled.

But when their omega daughter wanted to paint her face just to impress a boy, they were both filling up with worry.

“A-a boy?” Yuuri asked worriedly.

“Yeah,” Hana said quietly. “He’s an alpha in my class and… I think he likes me.”

Both Victor and Yuuri wanted to switch to interrogation-mode. But they also knew that Hana wouldn’t react well to that.

“Well, if he likes you too, there’s no need for you to wear makeup,” Yuuri said gently. “You’re beautiful, Hana, and you don’t need to paint over that.”

“I would be highlighting the things I do like about myself,” Hana claimed. “It would make me look like those girls in the magazines.”

“You’re better than any of them,” Victor spoke up. “Both me and your dad have been in those magazines, but those are never real. We still look the way we always do.”

Hana seemed to be considering that for a moment.

“Anyone can wear a pretty face,” Yuuri told his daughter. “But not anyone can have your beautiful heart.”

Hana smiled a little at that. “Makeup is more noticeable though.”

“If he doesn’t like you for your heart he can go throw himself off a cliff,” Yuuri said sternly. “You’re our daughter, and you deserve nothing but the best.”

“Your dad is right,” Victor agreed. “Looks will fade eventually. And if it’s really true love, you want someone to love you despite wrinkles and grey hair. You want someone to be there through better and through worse. Loving you no matter what.”

Yuuri felt his heart flutter. No matter how many times he had heard Victor’s love speeches, they never lost effect on him.

That really was true love.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Hana agreed. “I don’t know anything about makeup anyways…” she scratched the back of her head anxiously, something that made her look just like Yuuri.

Victor felt his heart melt. “Well, I can fix your hair for you,” he said with a soft smile. “I still have my skills.”

“Thank you, dad,” Hana said with a shy smile. “I’d like that.”

That’s when the doorbell suddenly rang. “That’s probably Nikolaj,” Yuuri said with a knowing smile.  

“Tell him to stay out of my room,” Hana demanded. “Especially if he’s going to live here. I have school, and you guys still hasn’t given my door a lock.”

Yuuri and Victor was not planning on giving any of their kids a lock for their door. They did trust them, but they weren’t stupid.

“Niko has school too,” Yuuri said. “He’s not going to go into your room.”

“He better not,” Hana grumbled.

Yuuri walked to the front door only to be greeted by both of his sons. “Sora, I wasn’t expecting you,” he said with a smile as he hugged both of them.

“He gave me a ride,” Nikolaj said as he looked down to his older brother.

“You begged me for a ride,” Sora corrected. “I was just on my way home from work.”

“It’s good to see both of you,” Yuuri stated. “Niko, your room is all made up, and we’re ordering food today but I got a few of your favorite frozen pizzas stocked up in the freezer if you prefer that.”

“Thank you, dad,” Nikolaj said with a smile. Grateful that Yuuri didn’t bring up the fire.

“Do you have everything you need?” Yuuri asked with a look of concern. “I can make another trip to the…”

“I’ll be fine,” Nikolaj cut him off. “You don’t need to fuss.”

“Uhm, Niko, have you met dad?” Sora asked with a teasing smile.

Yuuri rolled his eyes. “If you boys ever have children of your own, you will know,” he stated. “Sora, are you staying for dinner?”

“Sure, if you don’t mind?”

“Of course not,” Yuuri promised. “You know I love to have all of you gathered.”

“Yeah,” Nikolaj agreed. “Where’s Hana and dad?”

“Dad is helping her with her hair,” Yuuri said fondly. “Probably reliving his youthful years through her.”

“On a friday night?” Sora asked in confusion. “Why? Is she having a slumber party?”

“I think she has a date,” Yuuri said, his voice hushed but his sons heard him perfectly fine.

“A date?” They both asked in unison.

“She’s a child, is that even legal?” Sora asked.

“With who?” Nikolaj asked.

“She’s seventeen and it’s a boy in her class,” Yuuri said, trying to keep his sons calm. “It’s up to her, we’re not forbidding it.”

Nikolaj and Sora shared meaningful looks.

“None of that,” Yuuri scolded them. “Don’t ruin this for her, she’s excited about this.”

“Fine,” they both agreed before they looked at each other again and nodded.

Yuuri just sighed, hoping that he wasn’t misplacing his trust in his sons.

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