#THEY HAVE SO MUCH FOUND FAMILY FATHER / DAUGHTER ENERGY AND GOD

[bonnielunkas]

bonus rewrite ref sheet that's only important later in the story + some imfodumping about ceaser under the cut hehe

so!! ceaser becomes VERY important later on in rewrite because ( as the sheet says ) he's freeing the missing children!! this started all the way back in 93 after the fnaf 1 location closed down, but even before then he knew cassidy and had befriended her back in 87 :]

( for some extra clarification, cassidy is the puppet in rewrite, not golden freddy!! )

after the fnaf 1 location shuts down, the animatronics are scrapped, with puppet left unaccounted for since uhh!! cassidy flees. and she finds her way to ceaser, who takes her in and agrees to help free the missing kids

skip to fnaf 3, and during the fire, ceaser runs into fazbear's fright to grab the masks of the animatronics ( the section that the spirits are tethered to ) and brings them out to try and help each of them be at peace, with it all culminating with the happiest day,,, and one HELL of a bittersweet goodbye between cass and ceaser

[amethystarachnid]

Thank you for writing my little Tony story 🤍

If it's not too much, can you write a second part for me please? Tony and reader finding out the baby's gender, Tony surprising her with a beautiful surprise proposal, maybe the other Anvegers can even help 🤍 the marriage and the baby's birth? 🤍🤍🤍 I lobe family man Tony too, it's so cute 🤍🤍🤍

Thank you!

ACCIDENTS HAPPEN - part II

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff

ᯓ★ Request from: normal request

ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

ᯓ★ Word count: 6.4k

ᯓ★ part I

ᯓ★ Summary: it's almost time for the baby's arrival so Tony decides that it's the perfect time to propose, as he drops to one knee you're sure you've found your happy ending,

ᯓ★ TW(s): childbirth

ᯓ★ I love family man Tony so much, matter of fact, I love every character seen as a family man I don't know why lol.

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The baby shower is shaping up to be a bigger event than you ever expected, though you probably should’ve seen it coming. With the Avengers involved, nothing is ever subtle. Tony, of course, is no help in scaling things back. In fact, he’s leaning into the chaos, throwing out extravagant suggestions like hiring live performers or setting up a drone fireworks display. You shoot most of his ideas down, insisting that this is a baby shower, not a red-carpet event.

Still, the excitement is infectious. Natasha takes charge of the planning—she’s surprisingly good at it, efficient and precise, down to the last detail. She ropes Bruce into helping, and the two of them become the only ones who know the baby’s gender. The rest of the team, including you and Tony, are kept in the dark, much to Tony’s annoyance.

“I don’t see why I can’t bribe Banner,” Tony grumbles one afternoon as he paces the kitchen. “He’s a terrible liar, anyway. A few drinks, a little sweet-talking, and he’d spill.”

“Good luck with that,” you reply with a smirk, stirring a cup of tea. “Natasha would kill him if he said anything. And you know she could.”

“Fair point,” Tony concedes, though he still looks annoyed. “Still, I’m calling it now: it’s a girl. She’s going to be brilliant, gorgeous, and way too smart for her own good. Just like her mom.”

You raise an eyebrow, amused. “Oh, really? Because I’m thinking it’s a boy. Stubborn, full of energy, and probably way too much like you.”

“Not possible,” he says with mock seriousness. “There’s only room for one of me in this world.”

Clint chimes in later that evening when the team gathers in the common room, his feet propped up on the coffee table as he munches on a bag of chips. “I’m betting on a boy,” he says, pointing a chip in your direction. “Gotta have someone to teach archery to. Plus, Stark with a son? That’s comedy gold.”

Thor, who’s been helping decorate the living room with streamers and balloons (many of which are Asgardian-sized), disagrees. “A daughter would be most fitting,” he declares, his voice booming. “She will have the strength of her father and the grace of her mother. A true warrior!”

Steve, predictably, tries to stay neutral. “I think you’ll be happy no matter what,” he says diplomatically, though there’s a glint of amusement in his eyes as he looks at Tony. “That said, I wouldn’t mind seeing Stark try to handle a teenage girl someday.”

“God help us,” Natasha mutters with a smirk.

On the day of the baby shower, the compound is transformed. There are decorations everywhere—streamers in pastel pinks and blues, balloons shaped like baby bottles, and a banner reading Welcome, Baby Stark! stretched across the main wall. The table is laden with food, drinks, and an elaborate cake that looks too beautiful to eat. There’s even a pile of gifts in the corner, ranging from practical items like diapers and onesies to absurdly expensive gadgets Tony probably ordered himself.

Natasha and Bruce are the picture of calm, though you know they’ve been coordinating the big reveal for weeks. The two of them exchange knowing looks every time someone tries to guess the baby’s gender, clearly enjoying their role as gatekeepers of the secret.

The main event comes after everyone’s had their fill of food and games, including a hilariously chaotic round of diaper-changing races featuring Steve and Thor. Natasha steps forward, holding a small box wrapped in neutral-colored paper. She taps a spoon against her glass to get everyone’s attention.

“All right, everyone, it’s time,” she says, her tone firm but playful. “Y/N, Tony, come up here.”

You exchange a glance with Tony, who’s grinning like a kid at Christmas, and follow Natasha to the front of the room. Bruce joins her, carrying what looks like a smoke cannon with pastel-colored confetti inside.

“Are we sure Banner knows how to use that?” Tony whispers to you, earning a chuckle.

Natasha ignores him and gestures for Bruce to hand the cannon to Tony. “This is simple,” she says. “On the count of three, you twist it. The confetti will tell you the gender. Got it?”

“Got it,” Tony says, his grip tightening on the cannon. He looks at you, his grin softening into something tender. “Ready, sweetheart?”

“Ready,” you reply, your heart pounding.

The room buzzes with anticipation as Natasha begins the countdown. “Three… two… one!”

Tony twists the cannon, and an explosion of pink confetti fills the air, raining down in a sparkling shower. The room erupts into cheers, and for a moment, all you can do is stare at the cloud of pink with wide eyes.

“A girl,” you whisper, your voice breaking slightly as the reality sinks in. “We’re having a girl.”

Tony turns to you, his grin splitting his face as he pulls you into his arms. “I told you,” he says, laughing as he spins you around. “I knew it!”

You’re laughing now too, tears streaming down your cheeks as the team gathers around, offering congratulations and playful jabs. Thor claps Tony on the back hard enough to make him stumble, while Clint pretends to look disappointed but quickly admits, “She’s probably gonna be cooler than a boy anyway.”

Natasha smirks, crossing her arms. “Told you it was worth the wait.”

As the excitement settles and the confetti begins to drift to the floor, Tony kneels in front of you, his hands resting gently on your growing belly. He looks up at you, his expression soft and filled with a kind of awe that takes your breath away.

“Hey, baby girl,” he murmurs, his voice low enough that only you can hear. “It’s official now. You’ve got one hell of a team waiting for you out here. But you know what? Your mom and I? We’re the lucky ones.”

Your heart swells, and you reach down to run your fingers through his hair. In that moment, surrounded by your friends, your family, and the overwhelming love in Tony’s eyes, you feel like the luckiest person in the world.

The nursery preparation becomes a joint project, though you suspect Tony might be using it as an excuse to turn every design meeting into a spectacle. It starts with a simple conversation over breakfast about colors and furniture, but within hours, Tony’s drawing up blueprints for a room so high-tech it could double as a lab.

“Tony,” you say, leaning over his shoulder as he sketches a design for a mobile with holographic planets orbiting a glowing star. “This is a nursery, not the International Space Station.”

He turns to you with an exaggerated look of shock. “Why settle for ordinary when our baby can have the universe in her room? Imagine it—she’ll look up and be inspired every night.”

You can’t help but smile, even as you roll your eyes. “She’s not going to care about any of this for at least a few years. Let’s focus on a crib that doesn’t look like it’s from the future, okay?”

“Compromise,” he says with a smirk. “The crib will be traditional. The rest? Cutting-edge Stark tech.”

Choosing the color scheme turns into its own adventure. You veto pink almost immediately, wanting something more neutral and calming. “What about soft blues and grays?” you suggest one afternoon as you hold up a paint swatch.

Tony raises an eyebrow. “Blues and grays? What is she, a baby or a Zen monk? Let’s go bold—deep purples, maybe some gold accents.”

“She’s a baby,” you remind him with a laugh. “She needs soothing, not a nightclub.”

Eventually, you settle on a compromise: a soft starry theme with muted blues, silvers, and whites, accented by golden stars and constellations painted along the walls. Tony insists on installing a custom ceiling projector that will display a moving galaxy, complete with twinkling stars and nebulae, for bedtime. You draw the line at installing an AI assistant in the room—at least for now.

The naming debate, however, proves to be even more challenging.

It starts casually one evening as you both lounge on the couch, flipping through baby name books. “Okay,” you say, running your finger down a list. “How about something classic? Elizabeth? Grace?”

Tony shakes his head. “Too stuffy. She’s going to be a Stark; she needs something unique. How about Nova?”

You pause, considering it. “Nova’s not bad,” you admit. “But it feels… incomplete.”

Tony grins. “Well, it’s lightyears ahead of Grace.”

You toss a pillow at him, laughing. “Fine. What else have you got, Mr. Genius?”

He leans back, pretending to think deeply. “Aurora. You know, like the northern lights.”

You wrinkle your nose. “Beautiful, but maybe a bit too Disney princess?”

The conversation goes on like this for days. Tony throws out names like Vega, Lyra, and Andromeda, while you try to steer him toward something more grounded. Neither of you seems willing to budge, though secretly you both enjoy the banter.

It’s during one of these discussions, late at night, that the perfect name finally emerges.

You’re lying in bed, the lights dimmed, and Tony’s hand rests protectively over your belly as he rambles about constellations. “Sirius is too much,” he says, more to himself than to you. “But it’d be cool if we could tie it back to something celestial. Something meaningful.”

You hum in agreement, half-asleep, when a thought strikes you. “Stella,” you say softly, testing the name on your tongue.

Tony freezes, then sits up slightly to look at you. “Stella,” he repeats, his voice thoughtful. “Latin for ‘star.’ Simple, beautiful, and meaningful. I love it.”

You smile, your heart warming at his reaction. “You really like it?”

“I don’t just like it,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “It’s perfect. Stella Stark. Our little star.”

The next morning, you tell the rest of the team about the name, and everyone agrees it’s fitting. Thor, especially, is thrilled. “A name worthy of the cosmos!” he declares, raising his coffee mug like a goblet.

Even Clint, who usually teases Tony at every opportunity, nods in approval. “Stella’s solid,” he says. “Classy, but not pretentious. Good pick.”

As the nursery nears completion and Stella’s name starts appearing on everything—from personalized blankets to a tiny plaque above the crib—you find yourself growing more excited with each passing day. The walls are painted, the furniture is assembled, and Tony’s holographic mobile is, admittedly, a work of art.

One evening, as you both stand in the finished nursery, Tony wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close. “You know,” he murmurs, looking around at the room, “we might’ve gone a little overboard.”

“A little,” you agree, though you can’t help but smile.

“But she’s worth it,” he adds, his voice soft as he rests his forehead against yours.

“She is,” you whisper, your heart full.

As the galaxy projector casts a soft glow of stars across the ceiling, you know that Stella is already surrounded by more love and wonder than you ever could’ve imagined.

The shift in behavior starts subtly. At first, you think you’re imagining it—the way Natasha ends phone calls the moment you enter the room or how Clint suddenly has a reason to leave anytime you try to ask what he and Tony were whispering about. Even Steve, who’s usually a beacon of honesty, seems unusually tight-lipped when you catch him and Bruce exchanging cryptic looks during a mission debrief.

Tony, of course, is no better. If anything, he’s the most suspicious of them all. Normally, he shares every detail of his day with you, but lately, he’s been “working late” more often than usual. When you ask what he’s working on, his answers are evasive, laced with a nonchalance that you don’t buy for a second.

“Just tweaking some tech,” he says one evening, typing furiously on a holographic keyboard that he closes the moment you approach. “You know, the usual.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “The usual doesn’t usually involve secretive meetings with the entire team or you hiding your screens from me.”

Tony looks up, flashing you one of his patented grins. “Paranoid much, sweetheart? Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones.”

You roll your eyes, but you let it slide—for now.

The day of the proposal dawns like any other. You wake up to the sound of Tony humming softly beside you, his hand resting protectively over your belly, and you can’t help but smile at the sight of him. At seven months pregnant, your body feels heavier and more tired than usual, but Tony’s been nothing if not attentive—sometimes to the point of hovering. Still, there’s something in his gaze this morning, a kind of nervous energy that makes you suspicious.

“What’s with the grin?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as he leans in to kiss your forehead.

“No grin,” he says, though the corners of his mouth betray him. “Just appreciating how stunning you look, as always.”

“Mmhmm,” you murmur, giving him a skeptical look. “If you’re planning something, Stark, I’ll figure it out.”

He smirks, leaning down to kiss your belly. “No secrets here, baby girl. Daddy’s just got work to do today.”

That afternoon, Natasha convinces you to go out for some “girl time,” which in itself feels suspicious. Nat rarely suggests spa days or shopping trips, but she waves off your questions with a smirk.

“Can’t a friend treat her very pregnant bestie to some pampering?” she says, steering you toward the door. “Besides, it’s not like you have anything better to do while Tony tinkers in the lab.”

By the time you return to the compound, you’re relaxed but even more curious. The hallways are quiet—too quiet—and the usual buzz of activity is strangely absent. As Natasha leads you toward the common area, your suspicions grow.

“What’s going on?” you ask, stopping in your tracks. “Why do I feel like I’m walking into an ambush?”

Natasha just smirks, tugging you forward. “You’ll see.”

The doors to the common area slide open, and your breath catches. The room is transformed. Soft, glowing lights hang from the ceiling like stars, casting a warm, ethereal glow. A pathway lined with rose petals leads to the center of the room, where Tony stands in a perfectly tailored suit, looking more nervous than you’ve ever seen him. Behind him, the rest of the Avengers stand in a loose semicircle, all wearing knowing smiles.

“Tony,” you whisper, your heart pounding as Natasha gives you a gentle nudge forward.

He takes a step toward you, his usual confidence tempered by the kind of vulnerability he rarely shows. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, it’s like the rest of the world fades away.

“Y/N,” he begins, his voice steady but thick with emotion. “You’ve already given me so much. You’ve made me happier than I ever thought I could be, and in just a couple of months, you’re going to give me the greatest gift of all—our daughter.”

You feel tears welling up as he continues, his hand reaching out to take yours. “But before she gets here, I want to give you something, too. I want to give you my heart, my name, my everything. I want us to be a family, officially, because… well, because I love you more than words can ever say.”

He drops to one knee, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket and opening it to reveal a dazzling engagement ring. The diamond sparkles like a star, and you can’t help but gasp.

“Y/N,” he says, his voice soft but firm, “will you marry me?”

For a moment, you’re too overwhelmed to speak. Tears spill down your cheeks as you nod, a laugh bubbling up through your emotions. “Yes,” you finally manage, your voice breaking. “Yes, Tony, of course!”

Tony’s grin is so wide it looks like it might split his face. He slides the ring onto your finger, his hands trembling slightly, and then he’s standing, pulling you into his arms. He holds you close, burying his face in your hair as you cling to him.

“You’re crying,” you murmur against his shoulder, your voice teasing despite your own tears.

“I am not,” he protests, though his voice wavers. He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes glistening. “Okay, maybe a little. But don’t tell anyone, all right? I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”

You laugh, wiping at your own tears as he presses a gentle kiss to your lips. Behind you, the Avengers erupt into cheers and applause, Clint letting out a loud wolf whistle while Thor raises his hammer in triumph.

“About time!” Clint calls out, grinning from ear to ear.

Natasha smirks, her arms crossed. “Told you she’d say yes.”

Later that evening, as you sit together in the nursery, the engagement ring glittering on your finger and Tony’s hand resting over your belly, you can’t help but marvel at how far you’ve come. He looks at you like you’re his entire world, and for the first time in a long time, you feel like nothing could ever go wrong.

“You’re happy,” you say softly, studying his face.

Tony looks at you, his expression filled with a love so deep it takes your breath away. “I’m more than happy,” he says, his voice low and earnest. “You and Stella… you’re everything I never knew I needed.”

You lean into him, your head resting on his shoulder as the baby kicks gently against his hand. “We love you too,” you whisper, and in that moment, the universe feels just right.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The day starts out completely normal—or at least as normal as life gets when you’re living with Tony Stark and the Avengers. You’re lounging on the couch, rubbing your enormous belly, when you feel the first contraction. It’s mild, more like a cramp than anything else, but enough to make you pause mid-sentence while you’re trying to convince Tony that the name Stella is not negotiable for her middle name.

“Everything okay?” Tony asks, looking up from where he’s fiddling with one of his many gadgets.

You nod, brushing it off. “Yeah, just… I think she’s practicing her escape plan.”

Tony chuckles. “Smart kid. Of course, she’s my daughter. She’s already planning ahead.”

You roll your eyes but let the moment pass. That is until another contraction hits—not unbearable, but definitely noticeable. You wince, shifting in your seat.

Tony’s eyes narrow. “Okay, that wasn’t just a practice run. What’s going on?”

You try to play it cool. “I think it might be starting, but it’s fine. First labors take a while. No need to—”

But before you can finish, Tony is up and moving like the house is on fire. “FRIDAY! Get the car! Clear a path! Call Banner! Wait, no, call Bruce AND the hospital! Get Nat to pack a bag—do we have a bag? Where’s the bag?”

You laugh despite yourself, waving a hand to calm him down. “Tony, relax. I’m not even sure it’s—”

Tony is already pacing, pulling his phone out to make calls. “Relax? RELAX? You’re about to bring an entire human into the world, and you want me to relax? You know who doesn’t relax? Tony Stark. I plan. I execute.” He points to your belly. “That tiny genius in there is counting on me!”

Another contraction interrupts your attempt to reassure him, this one stronger than before. You grip the edge of the couch, exhaling sharply. Tony’s eyes go wide, and his face pales.

“That’s it,” he declares. “We’re going now. FRIDAY, where’s the car?”

By the time you get to the hospital, Tony’s nerves are a full-blown circus. He’s barking orders at the nurses, double-checking every piece of equipment they wheel past, and generally acting like a man whose entire world is on the brink of chaos.

“Are those sterilized?” he asks one poor nurse, gesturing to a tray of instruments. “Because I know a guy who can check for microscopic contaminants.”

“Tony,” you groan from the wheelchair they’ve put you in. “Let the professionals do their job.”

“Right,” he says, nodding quickly. “Right. Sorry. Carry on.”

Once you’re settled in the delivery room, the contractions intensify, and so does Tony’s panic. He’s pacing again, alternating between squeezing your hand and apologizing for squeezing your hand too hard.

“Why is this taking so long?” he mutters, glancing at the clock. “Is there a way to, I don’t know, speed this up? I mean, we’ve got science, right? Lasers? Something?”

Your labor nurse gives him a patient smile. “Babies come on their own time, Mr. Stark.”

Tony points at her, dead serious. “I’ll have you know I’ve streamlined multi-billion-dollar manufacturing processes. I could totally streamline—”

“Tony!” you snap, gripping his hand through another contraction. “If you don’t stop talking about lasers and streamlining, I’m going to throw you out of this room.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says quickly, wincing as your grip tightens. “You’re doing great, by the way. Absolutely phenomenal. Ten out of ten.”

As the hours pass, Tony alternates between being overly helpful and hilariously unhelpful. At one point, he tries to "coach" you through the contractions, repeating advice he clearly Googled five minutes earlier.

“Breathe, babe,” he says, crouching next to you. “In through the nose, out through the—OW!” He yelps as you squeeze his hand, your patience wearing thin.

“I am breathing!” you growl. “You breathe!”

“Right, got it,” he says, shaking out his hand. “I’ll breathe quieter.”

By the time you’re ready to push, Tony looks like he’s aged ten years. His hair is a mess, his suit jacket is nowhere to be seen, and he’s nervously chewing on his bottom lip as if he’s the one doing all the hard work.

“Okay,” the doctor says. “It’s time to meet your baby. Dad, are you ready?”

Tony blinks, his face going pale again. “Wait, me? What am I supposed to do?”

“Just stay next to me and try not to pass out,” you deadpan, glaring at him through gritted teeth.

The actual delivery feels like a blur, but Tony’s reactions are crystal clear. As soon as Stella’s first cry fills the room, he freezes, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and disbelief. The doctor places her on your chest, and you look down at the tiny, wriggling bundle of perfection. Tears stream down your face as you cradle her, overwhelmed with love.

Tony leans over, his hands hovering awkwardly as if he’s afraid to touch her. “She’s… she’s perfect,” he whispers, his voice cracking.

You glance up at him, smiling through your tears. “She is.”

He swallows hard, blinking rapidly as if trying to fight back tears of his own. “I’m not crying,” he mutters, his voice thick with emotion. “It’s just… dusty in here.”

“Sure, Tony,” you say, laughing softly. “Whatever you say.”

He finally reaches out, gently running a finger along Stella’s tiny hand. When she grips his finger, his face lights up like you’ve never seen before.

“Hi, baby girl,” he murmurs, his voice trembling. “It’s me. Your dad. I’m the guy who’s going to spoil you rotten and probably embarrass you in front of all your friends someday.”

You laugh again, your heart so full it feels like it might burst. As Tony leans down to kiss your forehead, then Stella’s, you know this moment—this messy, chaotic, perfect moment—is one you’ll never forget.

The ride home is surprisingly smooth, considering Tony’s usual flair for drama. He insists on driving, despite your gentle protests, and the way he handles the car like it’s made of glass is almost endearing. Stella, snug in her carrier, sleeps through the whole thing, her tiny face scrunched in a way that makes your heart ache with love.

“Are you sure she’s breathing?” Tony asks for the third time, glancing back at her in the rearview mirror.

“Yes, Tony,” you reply, trying not to laugh. “Babies sleep. It’s kind of their thing.”

He huffs, clearly unsatisfied. “Well, it’s nerve-wracking. I’m used to things that come with a manual, not ones that just… exist and rely on me not to screw up.”

“She’ll be fine,” you reassure him, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “We’ll figure it out together.”

The Avengers are waiting when you arrive at the compound, their faces pressed against the windows like eager kids waiting for Santa. Even Clint, who normally pretends to be too cool for this sort of thing, looks uncharacteristically excited.

The moment you step inside, carrying Stella in her carrier, they descend like a swarm.

“Oh my God, she’s so tiny!” Natasha coos, her usual stoicism replaced with pure, unfiltered awe. “Look at her little hands.”

Steve grins, leaning down to get a better look. “She’s beautiful,” he says warmly, his voice tinged with a kind of reverence.

“She’s definitely got your nose, Y/N,” Bruce chimes in, smiling shyly. “Lucky kid.”

Even Clint, who’d joked for months about how he wasn’t going to fawn over “just another Stark,” can’t help but soften. “She’s pretty cute,” he admits, though his grin betrays his attempt at nonchalance.

“Cute?” Tony cuts in, feigning offense. “Try perfect. Absolute masterpiece. My finest work.”

You roll your eyes, laughing. “She’s not one of your inventions, Tony.”

“No,” he agrees, his gaze softening as he looks at Stella. “She’s better.”

Thor, meanwhile, looms in the background, looking uncharacteristically nervous. You catch him shifting his weight from foot to foot, his brows furrowed as he watches the others coo and fuss over Stella.

“Thor,” you call gently, motioning him over. “Do you want to meet her?”

He hesitates, his usual bravado replaced with uncertainty. “I am unsure,” he admits, his voice low. “She is so small. What if I… break her?”

Tony snorts. “Relax, Point Break. She’s sturdier than she looks.”

Thor’s eyes widen. “Are you certain? For I have been told I am… exuberant in my movements.”

You can’t help but smile. “You’ll be fine. Just be gentle.”

Carefully, you unbuckle Stella from her carrier and place her in Thor’s massive hands. He cradles her like she’s made of glass, his expression a mix of awe and terror.

“She is… radiant,” he says after a moment, his voice soft. “A tiny warrior in the making.”

Stella squirms, letting out a small gurgle, and Thor immediately panics. “What is this sound? Is she displeased? Have I offended her?”

You laugh, taking her back before his nerves get the better of him. “She’s just waking up. You did great, Thor.”

He exhales in relief, looking visibly proud despite his earlier fear. “Then I shall strive to earn her favor, as a worthy uncle should.”

As the evening wears on, the Avengers take turns holding Stella, each of them surprisingly adept in their own way. Natasha rocks her gently, whispering something soft and sweet in Russian. Steve looks completely at ease, cradling her with a quiet confidence that makes you wonder if he’s done this before. Bruce hums softly, his gentle demeanor soothing Stella when she stirs.

Clint, ever the showman, gets her to grab his finger and immediately declares, “She likes me best. Sorry, everyone else.”

Even Thor eventually works up the courage to hold her again, this time with less fear and more awe.

Tony, meanwhile, hovers nearby, alternating between beaming with pride and trying to direct everyone on the proper way to hold her.

“Support her head,” he says for the fifth time, gesturing like he’s leading a workshop. “And don’t jostle her too much. She’s had a big day.”

“Tony,” you say, placing a hand on his arm to calm him. “She’s fine. Look at her—she’s surrounded by love.”

He glances around the room, taking in the sight of his teammates—his family—cooing and fussing over Stella. His shoulders relax, and a small, genuine smile tugs at his lips.

“Yeah,” he says softly, slipping an arm around your waist. “She’s going to be okay.”

You lean into him, watching as Stella lets out a tiny yawn, completely unfazed by the chaos around her. In this moment, surrounded by your unconventional but loving family, you know she’s going to grow up in the best possible way.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The day is perfect—blue skies, warm sunlight, and the hum of excitement in the air as friends and family gather in the garden of the Stark estate for the wedding. You stand in the bridal suite, adjusting the lace sleeves of your gown, the soft fabric hugging your body comfortably enough to accommodate the postpartum changes you’re still embracing. In your arms, Stella squirms, her tiny hands tugging at the delicate veil trailing over your shoulder.

“Mommy’s trying to look fancy,” you murmur, kissing her chubby cheek. “Try not to drool too much on the dress, okay?”

Natasha appears in the doorway, dressed elegantly in a flowing gown but still managing to radiate her usual aura of cool confidence. “Ready to knock Tony off his feet?” she asks with a smirk.

You laugh nervously. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Natasha leans in to take a peek at Stella, who’s now gnawing on her fingers. “And what about you, little one? Ready to steal the show?”

“She’s been ready since birth,” you say, smiling fondly. “I just hope she doesn’t start screaming halfway down the aisle.”

The music starts—soft, romantic, and unmistakably orchestrated to perfection because, of course, Tony insisted on hiring the best string quartet money could buy. You step out into the aisle, holding Stella securely against your chest.

All eyes are on you, but your gaze locks instantly with Tony’s. He’s standing at the altar in a sharp tuxedo, his hair immaculately styled, but it’s his expression that floors you. His eyes are shining, his lips trembling slightly as he takes you in—his fiancée, his daughter in your arms, walking toward him like a vision straight out of his dreams.

When you’re halfway down the aisle, you catch him discreetly wiping at his eyes, though his attempt to play it cool is utterly transparent. You can’t help but smile.

“Crying already?” you tease softly as you reach the altar.

Tony’s voice cracks as he replies, “It’s allergies. Don’t get used to it.”

The officiant clears his throat, gesturing for everyone to sit. You pass Stella to Natasha, who holds her with practiced ease, but not before Tony sneaks a kiss to his daughter’s forehead. “Don’t cause too much trouble for Aunt Nat, okay?” he whispers.

The ceremony is beautiful, filled with laughter, a few tears, and vows that manage to be both heartfelt and hilariously Tony.

“I promise to always make you laugh,” he says, his voice soft but steady. “To build you anything you need—even if it’s just a better coffee maker. And I promise that no matter how big our family gets or how crazy life becomes, you’ll always be the center of my world.”

You smile, your heart full as you reply, “And I promise to keep you grounded—even when you’re flying. To stand by you, even when you’re being insufferable. And to love you, completely, for the genius, ridiculous, wonderful man that you are.”

The guests cheer when you kiss, and you can hear Clint shouting something about “finally making an honest man out of Stark,” but you’re too caught up in the moment to care. Tony’s hands are on your waist, his forehead pressed to yours as he whispers, “You’re stuck with me now, Mrs. Stark.”

The reception is lively, filled with laughter and champagne toasts, but the true star of the evening is Stella. At six months old, she’s the smallest guest but easily the most adored. She’s passed from one Avenger to the next, each of them taking turns cooing and playing with her. Steve lets her grab at his finger, grinning like a proud uncle. Bruce gently bounces her on his knee, her giggles drawing smiles from everyone around. Even Thor takes a turn, holding her aloft and declaring her “the mightiest of babes” before you quickly retrieve her, worried he might throw her like Mjolnir.

Despite the joy of the day, you and Tony find yourselves constantly glancing toward wherever Stella is. When you see her reaching for a cupcake, her tiny hand almost toppling the entire dessert tower, you excuse yourself mid-conversation to intercept.

“She’s got your appetite,” you say, placing Stella in her high chair and handing her a safer option—a teething biscuit.

“And your stubbornness,” Tony adds, crouching next to you to adjust her little headband. He kisses her forehead before looking up at you, his expression soft. “We did pretty good, didn’t we?”

You smile, leaning down to kiss him. “We did amazing.”

As the night winds down, you dance with Tony under the fairy lights, Stella dozing peacefully in Natasha’s arms nearby.

“Today was perfect,” you whisper, resting your head on his shoulder.

Tony pulls you closer, his hand warm on your back. “Because of you,” he murmurs. “You and Stella—you’re my whole world.”

You tilt your head up to meet his gaze, your heart swelling with love. “And you’re ours.”

The music swells, and for a moment, it’s just the three of you in your own little world, the rest of the party fading into the background.

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Four years later

Four years later, the Stark household is as lively as ever. Stella, now a spirited and endlessly curious four-year-old, is the undeniable star of the compound. She’s sharp like her dad, determined like her mom, and, to everyone’s ongoing astonishment, utterly enamored with Thor.

“Where is Uncle Thor?” Stella demands one morning, her tiny hands on her hips in a perfect mimicry of your stance when you're irritated. “He promised we’d go find worms for the garden!”

You chuckle as you rest a hand on your growing belly. “Honey, Uncle Thor’s busy with work. He can’t always come running every time you call.”

“Why not?” she counters, pouting. “He’s the Mighty Thor. He’s not too busy for me.”

You shake your head, smiling. “You’ve got your daddy’s charm, you know that?”

Tony walks in just in time to hear the exchange, a cup of coffee in one hand and a slightly sour expression on his face. “I don’t know what he’s done to brainwash her, but I don’t like it,” he grumbles, leaning down to kiss your cheek before ruffling Stella’s hair.

“Uncle Thor is the best!” Stella declares, throwing her arms up dramatically. “He’s teaching me how to lift Mjolnir!”

“Is he now?” Tony says, narrowing his eyes. “I thought I told him no godly powers until after kindergarten.”

Later that afternoon, Thor arrives as promised, and Stella runs to greet him, her excitement so infectious even Tony can’t entirely suppress a grin. Thor sweeps her up, spinning her around like she weighs nothing.

“Ah, my favorite little warrior!” Thor booms. “Are you ready to brave the wilderness?”

“Yes!” Stella squeals, clutching onto him tightly. “Let’s go, Uncle Thor!”

“Wilderness?” Tony interjects, crossing his arms. “You mean my backyard?”

Thor just grins. “Every great adventure starts somewhere, Stark.”

As they head outside, you and Tony watch from the window, his arm draped protectively around your shoulders.

“I can’t believe she picked him as her favorite,” Tony says with mock despair. “What does he have that I don’t?”

“A magic hammer?” you suggest, smirking.

Tony gasps in mock offense. “Unbelievable. After all I’ve done for her.”

“Don’t worry,” you tease, patting your belly. “Maybe this little guy will be Team Dad.”

Tony’s face softens immediately, his free hand coming to rest gently on your growing bump. “He better be,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss it. “Otherwise, I’ll have to build another suit—Baby Iron Man Edition.”

Stella eventually drags Thor back inside, both of them covered in dirt but grinning like co-conspirators. Thor greets your belly with a reverent nod, placing a hand on it like he’s bestowing a blessing. “He stirs with strength already,” he declares. “A future warrior.”

Tony rolls his eyes. “He’s not even born yet, Point Break. Let’s not start handing out titles.”

Stella crawls onto the couch next to you, her small hands carefully pressing against your belly. “Mommy, when will the baby come out?”

“In a few months, sweetie,” you say, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “He needs to grow a little more before he’s ready.”

“Will he be bigger than me?”

“Not at first,” Tony interjects, scooping her up onto his lap. “But don’t worry, Stella. You’ll always be the boss. It’s your job to teach him everything you know.”

Stella beams at that, puffing out her chest. “I’m going to be the best big sister ever.”

Tony chuckles, kissing her on the forehead. “I have no doubt.”

The rest of the day is filled with the usual chaos—Stella insisting she help with dinner (which mostly means spilling flour everywhere), Thor recounting dramatic tales of Asgardian battles to an enraptured audience, and Tony tinkering in his lab while occasionally glancing over to check on you.

Later that night, as you’re tucking Stella into bed, she clings to your arm, her wide eyes full of curiosity.

“Mommy?” she asks softly. “Do you think the baby will like Uncle Thor too?”

You laugh, stroking her hair. “Probably. But I think he’s going to like you the most.”

Her face lights up, and she snuggles deeper into her blankets. “Good. I’ll share Uncle Thor with him, but only a little.”

After kissing her goodnight, you return to the living room, where Tony is waiting on the couch, a glass of sparkling water in hand for you.

“Is she down?” he asks, pulling you gently into his side as you sink onto the cushions.

“Out like a light,” you reply, taking the glass. “She was asking if the baby will like Thor.”

Tony groans, tipping his head back dramatically. “That man is a menace.”

You laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. “You know you love how happy he makes her.”

Tony’s arm tightens around you, his voice softening. “Yeah, I do. But you know what makes me happiest?”

“What?”

“This,” he says, resting his hand on your bump again. “All of us. Together.”

You smile, your heart full as you lean into him. “Me too.”

[hazelsmirrorball]

Undercover Spider-Woman II. | Hazel Callahan

Spider-woman! Hazel Callahan x Villain! Reader Summary:  Green Goblin has a love hate relationship with Spider-Woman Warnings: english isn’t my main language, not proof-read,fighting, daddy issues a/n: Thank you so much for reading the first part. I hope you enjoy it!

part one

Y/n always wanted to please her dad. Maybe it was her daddy issues or the fact that he was the only thing she had left, both her mother and brother tragically passing away a few years back. They only had each other. He was the only person she could call family so she made it her mission to always keep him happy or at least somewhat. Y/n was deadly afraid of her father, never wanting to be on his bad side. She knew about his other persona and it scared her. 

Doctor Norman Virgil Osborn was a regular rich dude, founder and CEO of Oscorp which specialized in military research. Y/n’s father always wanted power so that’s what he got. He had created a powerful yet unsuitable performance enhancer, that was intended to enhance strengths to individuals but as he tried it on himself his superhuman levels increased giving him artificially enhanced physiology, superhuman durability, reflexes, regenerative healing factor, speed, stamina, agility and strength. But everything has its consequences making him develop a dissociative identity disorder, that’s when the chaotically sadistic psychopath Green Goblin was born. 

But that didn’t stop him, he wanted more so he involved his daughter, Y/n. Y/n could care less about her dad’s evil plans so when he had gotten a hold of another syringe full of that performance enhancer, things started to change. He had done several researches on it, perfecting the formula that he had used on himself, not waiting for his daughter to go insane as he was, he cared at least a little.

So in sophomore year, Y/n had become Green Goblin 2.0. Y/n at first  wasn’t completely convinced of the idea of having to be a psychopathic villain but her dad was finally proud of her, so she sucked it up. Having the performance enhancer made her powerful and her dad had managed to fix some of the flaws that he had suffered from. But she still had the Green Goblin inside of her. She found herself acting on anger and impulsiveness. So maybe she was caught up with being a true villain. 

Y/n walked as fast as she could, feeling as if someone was following her. She turned around scanning her surroundings knowing that tonight she was in for a treat. Having so much energy left from the fight club and building tension from the almost kiss with Hazel made her go into a little frenzy, throwing a little mischief in the city here and there. Nothing too big or problematic but something that would make Spider Woman's life a little difficult. She jumped on the lid of the dumpster pushing the window of the abandoned building open, slipping her body in with ease inside. 

Her dads evil lair, a stupid abandoned building in the middle of nowhere. She didn’t have a damn car so she found herself walking every dad to that dumpster in God  knows where. It was supposed to be their hideout, not too extravagant and a way from them to keep things on the low but she found this place being her second home, not wanting to face her dad when he was on the brink of insanity she decided to take the evil lair as her own. 

“Well at least I can somewhat relax a little” Y/n said to herself, quickly taking her shoes off. In an attempt to take them off while holding all her things she slammed her foot on the wall. “For fucks sakes” she yelled in pain as she rubbed the affected spot trying to ease the pain. Y/n found it quite difficult due to the fact that she was still holding all her things so she angrily threw her things on the floor and quickly held onto her left foot. While doing so her right foot got caught on her bag making her fall face first onto the floor. Y/n screamed onto the floor clearly frustrated, she dragged her body against the wooden floor, her laziness and  anger taking over. 

When she finally got a hold of the couch she reached forward gaining balance to stand up from the floor. Y/n looked towards the refrigerator as she hopped towards it, in an attempt to get some ice. When she finally reached it, she looked in the freezer only noticing a bag of peas and sighed, fight club was really taking a toll on her. She desperately wanted to take her mask off but before she did she heard someone clear her throat behind her, making her turn around.

And there she was in all her glory. Spider Woman hanging from the ceiling staring at her with her mask covering her face. She waved her hand slowly, like she was trying to taunt her in some way. She could bet she was smiling under that damn mask. Had she seen Y/n miserably drag herself on the floor? Or how she hit her leg? God, this was so embarrassing.   Too many things were going through the woman's head; she didn’t even notice Spider-Woman had started talking.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” She asked again, standing up and walking towards her, her  demeanor overpowering hers. Y/n closed the freezer groaning as she gripped on the counter in front of her. She didn’t have the energy to do this, not today.

“I know we don’t get along and what not but breaking into my place? That’s a new low, even for you. I thought Superheroes knew what boundaries were. ” Y/n said as she took a deep breath, gaining her composure and sending a fake smile towards Spider-Woman's way. 

“Wanted to know what your evil lair looked like in real life. I thought it was going to be all dark and evil, maybe a knife collection on the walls, torture devices here and there. But this? I wasn’t expecting this. It’s quite homey, I didn't expect you to have such a warm and welcoming house.” Spider- Woman said as she sat down on the counter while crossing her arms, a joking tone evident in her voice.

“ First of all, who said we didn’t hide the knife collection in the guest bedroom.  Plus dad studied interior design” she said sarcastically, while moving Spider–Woman’s legs off the counter. 

“Really?!” She exclaimed excitedly jumping off the counter. Y/n rolled her eyes, while shaking her head annoyed out of her mind. 

“No! Why the hell would he study that? Now let’s just cut to the chase. Listen, I really don’t give a damn of what you’re going to say or do. I’ve known you for years now and I know all your moves, I do something you think is “bad” then you confront me about it and put on your little show “taking me down” and blah blah blah. Today the last thing I want to do is deal with your shit. So, I believe you know the exit, it’s the same one you came in. Now do me a favor and leave.” She said getting face to  face with her  and pointing at her chest several times. 

“Explain to me what did you expect to happen when you decided to fuck around the city? A kiss and praise?” She asked while putting her head to the side inspecting her up and down. Her eyes ending on top of her also covered eyes. 

“Well, I can assure you, I expected more than  a kiss” Y/n responded without breaking the “stare down” getting closer towards her. 

“You do know I can take you down right now?” Spiderwoman said in a low voice making Y/n let out a chuckle. 

“You don’t even stand a chance” Y/n replied with a smirk leaning her hand on the wall behind Spider-Woman trapping her against the wall.

“Wanna bet?” She asked while getting inches closer to her, their foreheads almost touching.

“ I would like to see you t…” Her voice got cut by Spider-Woman pinning her up against the wall, her breathing getting unsteady from the harsh impact on her back. She pinned Y/n’s arms against the wall, making her groan angrily. 

“I like having you gasping for air, makes me proud that I’m doing my job right”

“ Are you sure about that?” She said while kicking her in the knees making her fall straight towards the ground. Y/n took the opportunity and straddled her pushing her head towards the floor in an attempt to keep her down.

“You know, I like the new changes to your suit, helps the evilness shine out”

“Makes me glow even more now that I’m winning” she said with a small smirk, making Spider-Woman groan. They both knew she could move at any time, Y/n knew it, Hazel  knew it. Y/n believe Spider-Woman never “busted” her because she liked having her around. She wouldn’t deny she had fun messing with her too, it actually made her day. Moments like this made her keep waiting to do her dad’s dirty work, because her dirty work also included Spider-Woman.

“Got lost in my beauty?” Spider-Woman asked while attempting to raise her head from the floor. Y/n pushed her down one again letting out a scoff. 

“Possibly. Now your time is up, get out. It’s time to go”  Y/n said while getting up, Spider-Woman quickly followed her actions and got up, standing dangerously close.

“That soon? I thought we were having fun?” Spider-Woman replied in a whiney voice following Y/n. 

“We were but I have things to do and places to be so how about you be a good girl and leave ” she said while putting her hand on her cheek and tapping it softly.

Hazel felt it. Like some source of power told her to leave, so she did. But not before doing the thing she had originally come here to do. 

“Don’t miss me too much” Spider- Woman grins as she shoots her spider webs sticking her hands on the counter. With ease she headed towards the freezer placing the bag of pees on her foot. “Same time next week?” She continued while taking the stash Y/n had stolen the past week. Shewaving the bag in the air and slipped out of the window. Y/n slammed her head against the counter pissed out of her mind but her eyes quickly adverted to her phone, which continuously vibrated next to her. 

“Dad is so going to kill me” Y/n slammed her head against the counter pissed out of her mind but her eyes quickly adverted to her phone, which continuously vibrated next to her. Before she could even attempt to see who was texting her due to the fact that her hands were glued onto the table her dad stumbled in a cynical look on his face. 

“What the hell dad ?!” She exclaimed, scared shitless at his sudden appearance. 

“You have to be alert, pumpkin. You can’t expect the good guys to give you a heads up before killing you” her dad responded in a bored tone while taking a mug and placing it  in front of her. He took a look at her as he sat down on the stool in front of her making himself  comfortable while Y/n stayed still looking at the mug. Why was he being nice? What did she do? Was he going to kill her? How did he find out about spiderman so quickly? 

“I thought you said, you weren’t going to be here today” She responded awkwardly shifting side to side. Her gaze turned to everywhere but her dad.  while sitting down on the couch she brought the coffee towards her lips but was met with nothing.

“Well I thought so too. I wanted to enjoy my time in the lab  but I saw through the security cameras you were almost kissing Spider Woman and decided it was time for me to come back.” He said while taking the mug in his hand while taking a sip. 

“Oh,  please dad. We weren’t flirting with each other. We are literal arch nemesis, I can’t stand her. How could I even flirt with her?  ” Y/n  muttered while looking at the sticky mess in her hands attempting to take it off. 

“Didn’t you have a crush on someone from your school? Mabel?” Her dad replied, placing the mug down. Y/n could feel her face turn red as she looked towards.

“It’s Haze..You know what it’s not important. That clearly isn’t the reason you’re here so please go on and tell me. What was the big plan you had for us?”

“We are going to kill Spider Woman” He responded nonchalantly while looking around the house.  

“What?” Y/n looked at him in shock, she had never killed anyone in her life. She wasn’t that type of criminal barely reaching  that high of a crime in their crime schemes.

“But before we do that I need your help” He responded shortly, looking at his daughter. Y/n let out a sigh turning to look at him. 

“You always do, dad”  

“I want you to find her real identity. Find it, become her friend, gain her trust and bring her to me so I can kill her. You’ll become the greatest sidekick known to mankind” He said while standing up from the chair. 

“I’m not your sidekick,” She muttered. “And to prove it, I’m taking this week off. I’m busy with school” Y/n replied as she watched her dad walk towards the door. 

“Well, when you come back you better find who’s Spider- Woman” he replied before slamming the door, leaving her alone with her thoughts. 

“How’s your day? Did you enjoy school? Did you eat?” She said to herself as she imitated her dads voice. 

She didn’t know what her dad’s fascination with Spider-Woman was. But part of her wanted to find out who she was and uncover it. She would get all the rep around the city for revealing her  identity . Y/n L/n  was going to uncover who she was even if it was the death of her. Her dad would be her sidekick. If Spider-Woman died it was going to be in her hands, that's for sure.

Before she could even finish fantasizing over killing Spider-Woman her phone vibrated once again making her turn towards it, reading the flashing messages. 

Hazel: 

Sorry for bothering you so late. But just wanted to know if you still want to do the project together. If not I can do both parts together, it’s no problem. 

Hazel: 

By the way, it’s Hazel. 

part one

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thank you for reading

[sunny44]

Daddy’s girl

Pairing: Mason Mount x Mom!reader

Warnings: just fluff.

Summary: you and Mason decided it was time to take baby Olivia to her first Chelsea game and it goes better than the expected.

Today would be the first time we would take Olivia to see Mason playing.

She had gone when I was pregnant and once and then I stopped going because of my difficult pregnancy and after she was born I stared getting a lot of hate online saying horrible things about the baby so we decides that we were taking her when she could walk by herself.

And today is the day.

Mason was already at the stadium and I would go along with his family who were downstairs waiting for us.

"Are you excited to see daddy?" As soon as I mention Mason she gets up and starts jumping on the bed "I guess that’s a yes."

I finished putting on her Jersey with the Mount and the number 19 on the back, she was wearing her Chelsea uniform and her little Nike air.

"We need to pin your hair up." I spoke to her but Olivia was distracted playing with Mason’s socks she had found on the bed. "My God you really are his daughter."

I've made two buns on her and took her on my lap down the stairs to find his family already waiting for us.

"I'm sorry it took so long, she have Mason’s energy."

"No problem honey you have you and mini Mase to dress up." His mother smiles at us leaving the house.

I went in the car with his parents and we were driven to where we were going to watch the game but right at the entrance Olivia saw a huge picture of Mason and she ran screaming “daddy” and hugged herself to the wall. The scene was the cutest thing in the world and it was a shame that I couldn't record it and show it to him later.

When the players entered the field and the big screen was showing them, Olivia screamed as soon as she saw her father.

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The game was wonderful and Chelsea won it, Olivia spent much of the time screaming and every time the screen showed Mason she celebrated seeing him and the people watching us probably knew she was his daughter since some of them started to take pictures or record us.

After we were free we went to the field, Olivia was on my lap super excited to see everyone including some of her football uncles as I like to call them.

"Look there baby is Uncle Kai, go give him a big hug." She laughed and ran over to him since she hadn't found Mason yet.

"Hi love." He says hugging me from behind.

"Oh my god Mason you scared me." He laughs and I turn to him. "You were amazing I’m so proud of you."

"Thank you." He kisses me. "Where's Oli?"

"She went to give Kai a hug." I pointed to her on his lap and a few other players along making her laugh.

Her relationship with Kai was funny because Olivia was a miniature of Mason, super energetic and likes to talk to everyone and Kai was serious most of the time and not the most affectionate person when it comes to physical touch.

"Olivia." At the same time he calls out and even with all the noise she somehow seems to hear and cracked the biggest smile when she saw him. "Hey baby girl."

"Daddy." She shouts as he picks her up on his lap.

"Did you have fun?" she agrees and he puts her on his shoulders.

I took some pictures of her on his shoulder and lap and then some of them playing with the ball.

"The guys are going out for dinner to celebrate the win, do you want to go?" He asks. "Some of their girlfriend’s are going."

"We can go yes but can you take me somewhere I can change her? This uniform of her smells like horrible and she didn't even play." He laughs.

"I need to shower and get change so I'll take advantage of that and give her a bath in the locker room."

"Alright, let’s say goodbye to your family and I'll separate some clean clothes for her."

We said goodbye to his family and Mason went with Olivia to the locker room, I separated an outfit for her and I obviously wasn't going to go in and risk seeing things I shouldn't have so I knocked on the door and Ben opened it.

“Is everything ok?" He asked worriedly.

"Yeah it's just that Mason is giving Oli a sower so we can go out and meet up with you guys and I wanted to ask someone to give him her clothes."

"Why didn’t you come in?"

"Because I don't want to see your things." He laughs and yells asking if anyone was naked and since they said no I went in. "The only one who might be naked is Mason but considering you have a daughter with him at least once you saw him naked."

I rolled my eyes at his comment and soon Mason let me know she was ready and handed her to me, he went to shower and I was drying and dressing her. When she was dry and in her diaper she got up from the bench and started running after Reece and Christian.

"Oli come back here."

"No." She ran and stretched her arms out to Kai’s who grabbed her in his lap and she hid in his neck.

"Are you hungry?" At the same time she gives me a quick look and I swear I've never seen a little girl as hungry as this one. "Where we're having dinner they have that pasta you like.”

She quickly holds out her hands to me and Kai laughs at how quickly she comes onto my lap. I dressed her I a white blouse and some leggings and a coat that Ben gave it to her.

"Mason I'm going to wait with Oli in the cafeteria."

"Okay love I'm just finishing up and I'll meet you guys there.”

Me, Olivia and a few more of the boys left with me and we went to the cafeteria to wait until Mason was ready to go to dinner.

Dinner was great and right after we ate Oli fell asleep and is sleeping until now, she spent the whole time jumping from lap to lap until she stopped at Mason's where she didn't let go of him and now we are going to the car with her on his lap.

"Wow you don't know how amazing today was." He comments smiling. "Oli went to her first game, we won and I am the luckiest guy in the world to share life with you."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it and Oli loved it." I put the bags on her in the backseat as he adjusts her in the car seat. "You know that giant picture of you outside the stadium?"

"I do."

"I couldn't record it because it all happened so fast but Oli as soon as she saw it ran out screaming daddy and hugged the wall." He laughed and left a little kiss on her forehead and covered her with her binky.

"You have no idea how much I love this little girl." He says starting the car and beginning to drive towards our house.

"She loves you too, every time you appeared on the screen she screamed and clapped her hands calling for you."

"Thank you for taking her today, it meant a lot to me." He takes my hand and leaves a kiss on the top of my hand.” I know it’s not easy to have a public life and I really appreciate you so much for loving me and doing all those sacrifices for our family. And I also know that it was not easy to take her today because now people know how she looks but I really love it, so thank you.

"No need to thank me, you know I would do anything for you." He smiles and we went home after this amazing day.

Bonus scene!

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Y/nmount our baby girl went to her first game to cheer for daddy and her uncles

Masonmount my little lucky charm, daddy loves you so much

Debbiemount she was the cutest fan

Benchilwell I’m giving her a jersey with my name and number on it

Masonmount I’m throwing away

Y/nmount she’s going to love it ben, thank you

Fan65 we’re finally able to say that baby mount looks exactly like Mason

Y/nlovers yesssss, she’s all him

[little-forest-goblin]

First impressions Pt.4

Regency!Five hargreeves x reader

Synopsis: In the regency era every woman wanted to marry a man that was wealthy and had good status. there was little time to get to know one another. But you Y/N L/N are the most reluctant to these whole marriage to random men you don’t fully know.

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Wait…five hargreeves?

Oh god. He invited you and your family to the ball? How?! you thought he hated you after what you did or at the very least thought lowly of you in some way.

your mother gasped and snatched the letter from father looking at the letter her eyes scanning “It cant be!” you father jumped a little when mother snatched the letter “Now dear please be gentle. I know your excited” mother did not listen. She held onto the nearest sisters arm which so happened to be maggie “Oh my goodness! Girls your father is right! we have been invited to the hargreeves family manor!” trisha came to maggie grabbing her hand. Colin came into the room after hearing the commotion. “Mother what is all the fuss about?” she looked up from the letter she still couldnt believe was real “We have been invited to the hargreeves manor for a feast!” colin’s eyes widened softly before he spoke again “We have been summoned to the house?” father took his glasses off of his nose “Well the only thing i have to say is its best we start getting ready.” as quick as lightning mother was ushering her son and daughters to get ready “You must hurry. Wash! dress! accessorize! the ritz!” father gently grabbed mothers hand gently pulling her away from ushering them off “Now, my garden lily, its much to earlier don’t you think you should let them finish breakfast and have some time before getting ready so early?” mother started to protest “Oh yes but the journey to there house is quite long and i—“ father hushed her softly “Hush now, the journey there is not to long its about 2 hours max. Just relax and let them finish breakfast atleast” mother caved eventually. She was sat at the table with them excitedly talking to her children.

once sometime passed after breakfast everyone was getting ready. You were in the room looking in the full body mirror at the dress you had. You couldnt decide. You were so nervous. you must apologize to five after you did that. Surely he was would understand right? you tried picking the right dress until eventually you began to give up and sat down on the bed in frustration. That was until the door opened revealing your mother who was bustling with energy but upon seeing her distressed daughter sat on the bed she came forward. You looked up at her “Hi mother im sorry im getting ready i promise” she gently shushed you guiding you to stand “I understand the nerves are getting to you, my baby.” she gently guided you to the vanity and sat you down and picked up a hairbrush and began to comb through your hair gently. She used to do this all the time to soothe you as a child “You have nothing to fear. you are beautiful, strong and confident. I know momma pushes you and your siblings a bit but i just want you to find someone like how me and your father found eachother. I want you to know that no matter what it’s your choice.” She set the hairbrush down looking at you through the vanity mirror “You understand?” you smiled softly and nodded. mother chuckled and kissed your cheek “Thats my girl” she left you be to get ready the rest of the way. Your mother’s words were like a balm soothing your wounds. Relaxing and comforting. Soon you came to your conclusion and put on the dress of your choice.

Soon everyone was ready and headed into the carriage. Mother was holding onto fathers hand. She was giggling as they whispered to each other. Of course they were flirting and blushing. Why wouldn’t they be? you could occasionally hear there conversation “Oh honey stop it!” her gloved hand would smack his arm lightly and he would just lean in whisper in her ear something unintelligible which would cause her to gasp. Maggie and trisha could be heard talking to colin. maggie looked to colin “Colin do you even know the girls name?” colin smiled an nodded. trisha gasped “who? who could it be? who is this mystery girl?” Coling fixed his cuffs of his clothes “I will have you know that her name she told me is Ms. polly. She is single and a beautiful dancer” maggie went wide eyed “Colin isnt that the hargreeves families se—“ trisha butts in “My goodness she sounds beautiful! she lives with the hargreeves?” colin nodded “Thats what she told me” you spaced out at some point as you looked out the window as your mind swirled with the idea of five. Nervousness bubbling in your body.

Soon the carriage came to a halt infront of the hargreeves manor. A butler of the manor opened the door “Good evening Mr and Mrs L/n. Sir reginald hargreeves and Mrs grace hargreeves are awaiting your appearance.” your father nodded stepping out the carriage “Thank you, my good man.” he took your mothers hand helping her out the carriage kissing the top of it and smiling causing her to giggle. you maggie, trisha and colin got out of the carriage. every step you took to the door of manor had you on edge. Your stomach twisting in nerves. Once the door was opened you and your family stepped inside. You saw sir reginald with his wife Grace stood next to him. the hargreeves siblings behind them. You kept your head down a little in nervousness as reginald and your father greeted each other. you felt someones eyes boring into you. Did you dare look up? yes…yes you did. You looked up and your eyes where suddenly locked with fives. Fives eyes would not leave yours and seemed to pull you in with the intent to keep you there. your cheeks erupted with heat and five chuckled softly and with a smirk he looked away.

Oh god this was gonna be a long ass night.

Soon you and the family was led to the dining hall and sat at the table. luckily there was more than enough room at the large table. With your luck you where sat across from five his eyes trained on you. Sir reginald sat at the head of the table “I am sure you are famished from your journey. Let us bring out the servants” reginald looked to grace and grace catching on gently called out for them to bring in the items for the table. reginald talked business with Your father and grace and your mother got to know eachother. A few differentservants were brought in. One servant colins eyes were trained on and made him go stiff. Maggie noticed and whispered to him “Colin? whats wrong?” he swallowed “thats her.” maggie looked between him and the servant girl with a puzzled and confused look “Thats who?” colin looked to maggie “Ms polly” maggie gave a look of realization. So thats polly? Trisha caught on and gasped softly looking “Thats polly?!” maggie chuckled softly “She’s quite cute no?” trisha whispered to maggie “But she’s a servant. I dont think mom and dad would be pleased to know he has taken a fancy to a servant” maggie shook her head “Oh come now thats not going to be a problem. You know mother and father dont care to much” trisha looked to her “Come on! its a servant though!”

you sighed and looked around at the servant girl. Wow she was beautiful. that was until you felt a shoe against your shoe. you went wide eyed and looked over to five who had a smirk and his eyes were locked onto you.

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Hello there! i haven’t posted one of this series for a while but don’t you worry my lovely people i am still continuing it. I love you stay safe 💋 😘

[cain-e-brookman]

Siblings and Questions Tag!

Thanks for the tag, @topazadine! I really enjoyed a look into your characters here! i'm gonna do this for the only two sibling characters i have to date that are both still living and also not a complete spoiler but this will be their first introduction! say hello to Hauk and Hesperos!

1. Who looks the most like Dad?

So they're actually not blood related! Hesperos was adopted into Hauk's family after being lost at sea. Hauk and his family are all Water Mages from Vizia, while Hesperos is a Sky Mage from Pelyra

2. Who looks the most like mom?

See above

3. Who eats the most?

Hesperos. Without question. Sky Mages are broken into 8 clans: one for each of the Sky God's children, and Hesperos is from the clan dedicated to the Sky's oldest daughter, the Goddess of Lightning, Khrou, His clan is extremely dedicated to their magic, as Khrou's power is difficult to wield, so Hesperos has a much deeper well of magic, thus needs more energy. Although Hauk is also a Mage, his is a more passive part of his life.

4. Who has been in the weirdest situations?

Hesperos. Not only is his young life marked by betrayal and pain, he's an absolute ham as an adult. Like a theater kid on steroids. Drama to the Nth degree. The crazy stories he could tell would melt the face off a lesser man. Unless Hauk's father is nearby in which, he doesn't know what an alcohol is at all, no sir.

5. Who sleeps the most?

This is really becoming Hesperos' post. With great power comes a great need to take a nap. He burns more calories asleep than a human would running a marathon for the same amount of time. Lots of food. Lots of sleep.

7. Most stable romantic life?

Now it's Hauk's turn! It is a tight race, though. Neither are exactly playboys, but Hesperos' two serious relationships were a bit tumultuous. Hauk's only been in one, and it seems like it's stuck.

8. Worst habit of each one?

If you asked each other, Hauk would tell you Hesperos' worst trait is deflecting anything that might look like confrontation or giving too much of himself away with humor. Hesperos would tell you Hauk's worst trait it stealing his hairbrush. (But it's actually taking on everyone's problems like they're his own.)

9. Who's the most dramatic?

Hesperos. No doubt. A running gag in his house is- Hesperos (who has been abandoned lost at sea, nearly drowned, and spent most of his childhood being a foreigner who could hardly speak the common language with people who didn't understand his culture, after finding out a dinner party was canceled): this is the worst day of my life Hauk and his father, exasperated: No it isn't.

10. Who had a weird phase?

Outside of normal teenage weirdness, neither, really.

11. Best cook of the family?

Hauk. He hates doing it, though. If pressed, he'd rather bake, but even then, he finds the whole thing boring and rather not worth it.

12. Best memory together?

Their first meeting. At a festival, where the Ocean god took the wishes of his people out to sea to return those desires to land, Hauk wished for the only thing he ever wanted. A little brother. Hauk's mother died in childbirth, and his father swore he'd never take another wife, so he didn't have the heart to tell his son, a brother simply wasn't in the cards. Half a year later, Hauk's father rescued Hesperos off the last vestiges of his broken raft. At first, he tried to find someone else who had the ability to take young Hesperos in. He was a single father already, and Hesperos was a traumatized child who spoke almost no Common and who'd let no one near him.....except Hauk. The first time they met, Hauk in all his innocense and naivete, brought Hesperos sweets, because "the morning maids always bake the best sweet breads, but you have to get them while they're still warm." For someone who'd only seen cruelty for months on end, Hesperos decided immediately that Hauk was an ally and a friend. After that, they were inseparable. One night, when tucking Hauk into bed, his father found them both in Hauk's room, Hesperos under the covers asleep while Hauk read to him from a book. Hauk asked if it was okay for him to sleep with him that night, and Hauk's father said just for the night, already doubting his resolve on not taking him in. Watching his son tuck the other little boy in, he couldn't help but ask, "You really love him, don't you?" to which Hauk replied, "Of course I do. He's my little brother. The Ocean brought him to me." Hauk's father officially took Hesperos in as his ward shortly after.

13. Worst memory together?

Mmmmmmmmmmmthats a spoiler. Second worst is the night Hesperos almost died and that's about all i can say about that incident too.

14. Dream trip together

Growing up with someone who has a Shadow Mage as a father figure, they've heard so many stories of the Ixoryn Marshes. They've both always wanted to go to Proussaux Suprae during the Parade of Dead Kings to see the fate of the Shadow King that given decade.

15. Would you rather not be able to shower for a month or have the same clothes for a month?

Hauk: the same clothes. Not being able to bathe would go against his religious obligations. Hesperos: is disgusted you would ask either of him. Genuinely weighs which is worse: being stinky or being boring. Eventually agrees with his brother.

16. Who's the older one?

Hauk, but by Mage standards, not by a whole lot.

17. Describe each other in three words

Hauk of Hesperos: vain, loyal, dramatic Hesperos of Hauk: steady, kind, patient

18. Role model?

Hauk's is his father. He trained under him to take over the family estate and it's business. He values his father's patience, resilience, and level head. Hesperos' is his grandfather. The once head of their clan, Hesperos believes his grandfather was the most honorable leader since the start of their history.

19. Who usually has the worst ideas?

This depends entirely on which brother is in current possession of the shared brain cell. I often think of the line from The Prince of Egypt, paraphrased "You were always getting us into trouble. Then again, you were always there to get us out of it."

20. A GIANT insect is on the wall, who's taking care of it?

Depends on the insect. If it's a like big gross beetle, Heperos will use his magic to blow it out the window. If it's a spider, and they're visiting a particular one of Hauk's father's business partners, they'll very surreptitiously get rid of it in whatever way is quieter so a particular someone doesn't see it.

this took a little longer than i'd like because work and then today i did a lot of house work that still needed to be done from the move. but! there they are. i'll taggggggg

@illarian-rambling @spideronthesun @emrowene and i'll leave the tag open if anyone else wants to! please tag me if you do!

[fablesfolklore]

First Blood

This work is inspired by the spooky season. The OC of Lilith Rose Shelby is my own. The character of Scarlet Shelby belongs to @zablife. I hope you're not offended that I included her. She inspired me with her Shelby energy and in addition you inspired me to write something of my own an post it. So @zablife this is for you, Lee. Hope you like it.

TW: Violence. Domestic Abuse. Lilith is a child for most of this story.

It was true of The Shelby clan that they produced more demons than angels. At least, that was the myth gossiped by the priest and the locals down watery lane. At the age of six Lilith hadn’t really understood why that might have been a bad thing, she just marvelled how that seemed to link them closer to God than most other families. Besides there was only one real demon in that family. Lilith was four when she’d learned not to trust her father. Five when she learned to fear him. And it was only a matter of time before she learned to despise him. Arthur Shelby Sr. was a dreadful human being, a despicable father, and an utter bastard. She’d learned she’d receive no love from him only on her last birthday when he’d announced she’d disappointed him by not being a boy.  Naturally, she impaled a fork into his hand and when he’d raised his fist to beat her, Polly had held a knife to his throat. The look on the old weasel’s face had been the best birthday gift her aunt could have got her. Of all the children he had spawned, Arthur seemed to hate his youngest daughter the most. Lilith had been trained by Polly and her mother, as all the other Shelby siblings had been, to avoid their father when he was at home. She’d never known why her mother loved him so much.

Lilith adored her mother. Anna Shelby was the beauty of small health. She was a gypsy princess of Irish and Russian descent. She was a songbird with a sensitive heart…and the gift. Some whispered she’d been granted it by the devil, who had taken her for his mistress, in recent years. Polly had scoffed when she’d heard Ada repeat what she’d heard….and yet, Polly wouldn’t meet Lilith’s curious gaze. Anna had met and settled down with Arthur Shelby Sr. when her family had settled close to Birmingham. From what Lilith had gathered, her parents' romance had been idyllic, a fairy tale. And so here she was, two years later at the age of eight, sitting in the kitchen listening to her father shout at her mother and she found herself wandering where it had all gone wrong for the two of them. Polly had gone to the shop and she’d taken Finn. Everyone else had been out of the house when Arthur Sr. had returned to the house from wherever the fuck he'd been. Lilith was the first one back from school, she’d snook in when she’d heard her father swearing and slurring his words in the sitting room. She stared at his jacket in front of her, draped over another chair. Her nose wrinkled as the stench of alcohol assaulted her. Lilith frowned, gritting her teeth when she heard her mother, normally calm and softly spoken, raise her voice. The door was closed, so she couldn’t hear her clearly. Not that it mattered. Arthur’s voice rose above her in volume seconds later and then she heard Anna begin to cry. The sound pulled on Lilith’s heartstrings and tugged at her tear ducts. She slid off the chair and approached the sitting room.

If daddy wants to shout at someone, he can shout at me.

But as she grasped the handle and turned it slightly, she hesitated. He didn’t know she was there, neither of them did. She could sneak out and fetch Tommy. Her eyes lit up at the prospect of her favorite big brother breaking her father’s wrist…or face. Either would be fine. Yes, that would do, he could pick on someone his own size. Someone who wasn’t frightened of him. Lilith turned and ran to fetch Tommy. She got as far as the back door when she heard it. The sound of her mother falling. She froze, shivering all over. Lilith wasn’t sure what she’d heard until she returned to the sitting room door, her feet having taken her there involuntarily. She stood at the crack in the door, peeping through at her mother. Anna was on the floor, clutching her head from where she’d bashed it on the chair leg. Arthur stood over her, laughing silently at her with his cruel mean eyes.

    “Arthur, please. Please, Arthur. I’m sorry I shouted, I won’t do it again. Please, Arthur. No. No. Stop, No! Please!”

     Anna’s quiet pleading, her soft, heartbroken begging dissolved into sobs and cries of pain as Arthur descended upon her with his fists. Anna did her best to fend him off, but he was so much stronger than her. Lilith watched mouth agape in horror and eyes streaming with tears as her mother submitted herself to the torture and curled up as best as she could to protect herself.

How long had this been happening? All of her life?

Lilith had never questioned it when her father had tried to hurt her. As far as she was aware it was customary for all fathers to beat their children when they’d disobeyed or angered them. She’d never thought for a second that he’d hurt her mother though. Not when Anna doted on him. The only person in the world capable of loving him…and he treated her like that.

Anna released a loud wail as Arthur pulled her hair back and smacked her hard on the mouth. Lilith, unable to stand her mother’s sobs any longer nor the sound of Arthur’s flesh impacting violently against Anna’s delicate figure, sprinted to the kitchen, desperate to do something, anything to help her mother. Climbing up on Tommy’s chair, she pulled open one of the draws and picked it up. The kitchen knife was heavy in her hand, weighing her delicate little arm down. But she held it firm, hopping back down off the counter and landing silently…not that her father would have heard her over his own shouts. Lilith watched him, hulking over her mother like some kind of monstrous animal, drunk and cruel as ever he could be.

“Mad bitch.” He called Anna. She didn’t deserve that.

Mummy, how can you love him?

Something cold and angry in Lilith snapped and hissed angrily inside her. It was vicious and crimson and she swallowed the venom it offered her with determination. Lilith didn’t love him. That was something she was certain of as she stepped into the sitting room, approaching him from behind, quiet as she could be so he didn’t hear her. The blade glinted in the sunlight as she sprang at him from behind. Arthur Sr. Yelped out in agony as the sharp blade sank into his thigh. It heightened to a scream as Lilith ripped it out and plunged it back into his knee. She delighted in the noise he made, pleased that he was the one making it instead of Anna. The last thing Lilith registered before the bloodlust descended and the noise fell away was the sound of metal slicing through bone.

“GET!” His knee buckled as she pulled the blade out once again. Lilith continued her assault mercilessly as she tore at him with the knife. “OFF!” His calf, his thigh again, his other leg, his foot, his forearm, his shoulder. “MY!” Nothing else mattered except the look of utter horror on his ugly twisted features. “MUMMY!” He tried to grab at her once but she was fast and small, easily blocking his arms. “YOU!” The sharp end of the knife went through his palm and his breath hitched, eyes widening when she yanked it back out. “MONSTER!” She hoped it was as painful as it looked.  She was so numb, so far gone that she didn’t hear the door open. She didn’t see them all rushing in. She didn’t see Polly gasp, her hands cupping her mouth, eyes wide. the shopping in her hands crashing loudly to the floor. She didn’t see Finn, flinching back behind Polly’s skirts eyes scrunched closed. She didn’t hear John swear or Scarlet drop her nursing books. She didn’t feel the vibration of them clunking to the floor. She didn’t see Ada rush to her mother and wrapping a blanket around her shoulders. She didn’t hear Arthur yelling for her to stop. She didn’t see Tommy look between the three of them, putting two and two together. What a sight she must have been for them. An eight-year-old girl splattered from head to toe in her father’s blood.

In the end, it was Anna’s voice that cut through the bloodlust.

   “Lily! Lily, darling stop! Please! Stop! You’ll kill him.” Anna cried, pushing herself up off the floor.

    “WHAT DOES IT MATTER?” Lilith embedded the knife into his other knee with a sickening crunch. “HE HURT YOU!” Arthur Sr. squealed like a pig. Ripping it out once more she raised her blade again when a strong hand gripped her wrist until her grip loosened and the blade fell, clattering to the floor. She was lifted with ease away from her father and spun until she was face to face with Tommy as he shielded her view of him. She’d been so lost in the moment that she hadn’t heard them come in. All of them. Polly picked the knife up off the floor and wiped it with her skirt. Lilith looked Tommy in the eyes. Those big ocean-blue eyes were wide with utter terror as he checked her over.

   “Are you hurt, Lily petal?” He asked urgently. The numbness melted away. The damn broke and emotion flooded in.

   “I’m not sorry Tommy! I’m not sorry!” She wailed. “He was hitting mummy! He deserved it!” Her voice cracked and her breath stuttered as she burrowed her head into his neck. Tommy embraced her without a second thought, rocking her back and forth in as calming a manner as he could think.

Lilith’s accusations rang out into the shell-shocked room. Polly was the first to take action.

    “Get up!” She snapped at her brother. His angry little eyes glowered back at her in spite of the pain rocketing through him. Polly sighed, irritated. “Scarlet, Arthur, help your father onto the settee. Ada grab a sheet to cover it with. Scarlet, I want you to help me sew him up. John, go and bribe Doctor Clarkson to come and help. Anna,” She paused, looking at her good sister. She softened instantly seeing the bruises already forming on her melancholic face. “Are you badly hurt?” Anna parted her lips, ready to speak when Lilith wriggled and vaulted out of Tommy’s hold, running to her mother.

     “I’m sorry, mummy! I’m sorry! Please don’t be angry with me.” Lilith wailed. Anna’s eyes welled with tears. She pulled her youngest daughter into her arms and embraced her tightly.

    “I’m not angry.” Her voice wobbled. “I’ll never be angry with you. Only sad. You protected me. You shouldn’t have had to do that, petal.” Ada returned, covering the settee with a spare old bedsheet.  Arthur Sr. wheezed as Arthur and a rather reluctant Scarlet helped him up (with minimal care on her part) and to the settee. He opened his mouth and Scarlet punched one of his injuries hard. It bloomed red and he hissed in pain.

      “You say a word and I’ll make sure you’re hurting more than you are already!” She snapped.

      “Don’t be harsh, Scar, he’s our dad. Where’s that bedside manner you were telling us about?” Arthur Jr. asked, trying to ease the tension.

       “He doesn’t fucking deserve it, Arthur.” She shot him a sharp look. Before looking at Tommy. “You’ll have to help Arthur take Dad’s trousers off.” Her older brother scowled at the prospect but stalked over nonetheless. The door flung open once again as John returned, very much out of breath. He nearly doubled over with exhaustion. Behind him waddled in, Doctor Clarkson, flushed and barely upright himself. The old doctor had just righted himself when his eyes widened and his mouth fell open as he looked at his patient.

    “Can you fix ‘im?” Polly asked, eyes sharp on the old man. Doctor Clarkson’s resemblance to a deer in headlights heightened as his eyes darted around the room. The empathy seeped back into them when he caught sight of Anna and Lilith, bruised and bloody. He straightened and stepped forward.

    “Let me look at him.”

    “It would be preferable if he didn’t have to go to a hospital.” Tommy spoke calmly. “People will talk.” Doctor Clarkson approached Arthur Sr. and carefully examined his injuries. The look of concern on his elderly face deepened. 

     “You’re lucky. They’re not too deep, for the most part, easy enough to handle.” The doctor removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.

      “Scarlet and I can help.” Polly suggested. The doctor nodded.

      “That would be sufficient.” He opened his physician’s bag, pulling out what he needed. “What worries me are these.” He pointed at Arthur’s knees, hand and ankle. “The knife has penetrated bone.” He paused, lowering his voice for only Polly to hear. “I take it the child was defending her mother?” Polly nodded. “She did a thorough job.” He smiled at her. “He’ll need a hospital.”

       “No!” Tommy’s deep voice cut through the conversation. “He’s got a big mouth, he’ll talk.”

       “And what will he say, Mr. Shelby? That his eight-year-old daughter did this to him?”

       “He has a point.” John spoke up. “No one would believe him.”

       “Not only does it sound far-fetched.” Ada sat down and locked eyes with her father. She maintained the stare. “Think of the humiliation.”

       “He doesn’t have to say it was Lily. He could say it was any of us.”

       “No Tom!” Arthur looked pleadingly at his brother, “It’s dad, he wouldn’t rat on any of us.” Tommy shook his head at Arthur’s naivety. He was still just a young boy at heart, wanting to please his father.

       “Arthur, why don’t you help Ada make some tea?” Polly suggested. Arthur opened his mouth ready to argue when Ada took his hand.

       “Come on.” She pulled him through to the kitchen. When Tommy was sure he was out of ear shot, he stood over his father, looking down on him with disdain.

        “He can go to a hospital.” He spoke to Doctor Clarkson. “But it can’t be in small heath.”

        “I can send him to a colleague of mine in London.”

         “I have one condition.”

         “Name it.”

         “It’s not for you, it’s for him. And before I let him out of this house, he’ll have to agree to it.”

         “What is it, boy?” His father spat.

         “You’ll be gone in the morning. You’ll leave small heath, and you’ll never ever come back.”

         “Tommy-” Anna’s voice was sad.

         “No, mum.” Tommy stood firm, “He’s made us miserable for long enough. If he knows what’s good for him he’ll leave.”

          “He can be someone else’s problem.” Polly said. Arthur Sr. looked disgruntled as he thought it through. Lilith didn’t know what possessed her to look at him, or to approach, but she suddenly found herself stood in front of him.

         “You hate us all, daddy. So just say yes.” Her dark onyx eyes stared into him and he shifted uncomfortably, and yet unable to look away. He nodded to Tommy.

         “I’ll do it. I’ll leave. I swear, I won’t come back.” At his words, Anna began to softly cry again, looking at the floor in shame. Lilith maintained eye contact with her father. A battle of wills being fought between them. No way in hell would she be bullied by him. She smirked, recalling how he squealed when she’d butchered him.

          “I’m not sorry.” She whispered. “Don’t ever come back.”

*****

He was gone. It was done. Lilith had watched from the top of the stairs as they’d taken him to the canal boat Uncle Charlie had prepared. He’d not asked questions when Tommy had spoken quietly with him. He’d simply looked at Anna and agreed to whatever Tommy had told him. Anna had been inconsolable for the better part of the evening. Arthur Sr. never once looked at his wife as he was carted off to the canal boat that would take him to the infirmary in London. Even as she called his name tenderly.

      “Have you nothing to say?!” Polly snapped at him, arm wrapped around Anna’s shoulders. The horrible excuse for a husband merely gritted his teeth and stared hard ahead. Ignoring Anna like it was all her fault. Ada had stripped Lilith bare and bathed her, tenderly cleansing the blood on her hands and face. John took her dress and the bed sheet and built a fire in the backyard for them.

     “I’m not sorry.” Lilith kept saying quietly as she rocked back and forth in the warm water. “I’m not sorry.” She looked up at Polly when she came and joined them, alone. “Where’s mummy?”

      “She’s gone to bed, darling.”

      “I’ve made her sad, haven’t I?” Tears welled in Lilith’s eyes. “I don’t want mummy to go away again. Not like she did before. I want her to be happy. I want her to stay.” Polly hushed her, kissing her forehead soothingly as she took the soap and began to wash Lilith’s thick dark hair.

      “Nonsense. You could never make your mother sad.” She stopped and leaned into whisper. “You and Tommy are her favourites.” She winked and Lilith managed a wobbly smile. “Loving my idiot brother made her sad.”

       “Why does she love him?” Lilith asked curiously. Her forehead crinkled as she concentrated on the thought. Lilith couldn’t understand what her father had about him that made her mother care about him.”

        “It’s a mystery to us all.” Polly scoffed as she rinsed the suds out of Lilith’s hair, the soft pads of her fingers massaging the little girl’s scalp. Lilith’s eyes fluttered as her body grew relaxed and sleepy. “But,” Polly began again, sounding sadder than before, “Your father wasn’t always like this. Once upon a time he was charming, handsome and good natured.” She sighed. “Life changed him.”

        “I hope life doesn’t change me like that.”

        “It won’t. I’ll make sure it doesn’t.”

*****

Cobalt eyes watch her through the crack in the door. Her small hands are clutching Polly’s cards as she places them on the table, humming happily as she does so.

     “Come on in Tommy and close the door.” She calls behind her. “It’s cold.” Tommy enters without hesitation, her innocent voice like a spell over him. There was something uncanny about how she seemed to know when Thomas was close to her. Like they were linked by an invisible string. Light and Dark. Two sides of the same coin.

     “What are you doing with those ey?” He asked, as he pulled out the chair beside her and sat, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

     “Polly said I could read if he would ever come back,”  Lilith spoke matter of factly. Tommy went cold.

Yes, Polly. Good idea to let my eight-year-old sister delve into gypsy magic without supervision.

     “He won’t, Lily. Daddy’s gone, alright. I promise, he’s not coming back.” The firmness in her voice caught her off guard and she looked up at him. Onyx met cobalt and his certainty, his confidence was shaken.

     “He will.” She spoke quietly. “But don’t worry, I’ll be older and less helpless. Besides, I’ve taken a precaution.” Something in the way she spoke made him nervous. Worry chiselled away at him. He cleared his throat.

     “What precaution?”

Lilith smiled as she looked at Tommy. She pointed at the tarot deck.

     “There’s you.” She pointed at The Chariot card. “There’s me.” She pointed at The Empress. “And there’s daddy in the middle.” She pointed to the card nestled between the other two. The Emperor. “With his head cut off.”

      Tommy paled and shuddered at the way she spoke it dreamily. Polly’s small pocket knife (which she’d no doubt stolen from her aunt) was still lodged in the wood of the table where she had sliced the top half of The Emperor’s card. He knelt down beside Lilith at the table, taking her small hands in his, making her look at him.

      “I know he frightened you and hurt mummy. And I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you. But I promise you, he’ll never be allowed to hurt any of us ever again.”

      “I know.” She smiled.

*****

Anna threw herself into the canal a week later. Lilith had been inconsolable as she'd watched Uncle Charlie pull her mother's corpse from the water, cursing her father for his part in Anna’s misery. She hid herself away, refusing to talk about her mother and festering in her rage. Tommy should have known then what she’d be capable of. Instead, he’d had to wait fifteen years to hear about it. He’d dressed it up all nice for Arthur. Invented an imaginary woman, two scoundrels, and a gun. He’d had Mary the maid forge the letter and told the rest of his siblings that their father had died on the other side of the world. The truth was too terrible. No one needed to know that Alfie had witnessed her standing over their father like an angel of vengeance whilst he begged for mercy and told her she looked like her mother. No one needed to know that he’d been found down a dark alley in Camden, head viciously severed from his body.

       And there’s Daddy, with his head cut off.

Tommy drained the whiskey from his tumbler and shuddered. Yes, it was true. The Shelby clan did indeed produce more demons than angels. And Lilith Rose Shelby, though Thomas loved her with all of his heart, was the most dangerous kind of demon…. she was an angel who didn’t know she’d fallen yet.

[iconicbuck]

I'm so conflicted whose reaction of devastation I'm gonna cry more.

Bobby. Like okay. I love Buck and Bobby first. I'll always have the softest spot for their father and son dynamic. Just one sentence from Bobby showing how much Buck means to him while lying on his hospital bed still unconscious, that would be the end of me.

Christopher. The kid has more trauma than any other normal kids. Losing his mother, the tsunami, his dad's breakdown. And now, his Buck is fighting for his life. Just the image of Christopher beside Buck asking him to wake up is enough to dig my own grave.

Hen. I posted about Hen. Hen loves her annoying younger brother. She's always been so fond of him. Never judged him. She knows Buck brings so much joy and energy at the firehouse, so yeah seeing Hen cry for Buck is an easy tears for me.

Chimney. My God! Imagine his guilt when it was supposed to be his turn to climb that ladder. His scream "COME ON, BUCK!" while doing chest compressions was so devastatingly haunting. He was screaming for his guilt, for his love for Buck, for the possibility of his daughter losing his Uncle, his screaming for another possible pain and so much heartbreak and pain for Maddie. He was screaming for the punch, he was screaming for Kevin all over again, he was screaming for his old man.

Maddie. Maddie is a strong woman. A real survivor. She braved the evil and won the battle and let herself break free. She lost a brother at a young age but she kept it together for her baby brother. Her baby brother needs her. She knows that. Buck's been her anchor, the reason to keep fighting to survive. She found Chim and made a life with him. Gave birth to an amazing daughter. They're building a family of their own. She's happy. But life is not roses and chocolates all the time for Maddie. Her baby brother who she knew has gone through so much in life seeking for more love, seeking for answers, for emotional stability, is in front of her dying. Her anchor. Her light. It's the kind of familiar pain all over again. The Daniel of it all. But worse.

Eddie. The day he and Buck became friends, he knew his life will change forever. The younger just kept on helping him without even asking in return. Helped him in ways no other can, not even himself. Buck saved him and his son multiple times without thinking of his own safety, without second thoughts. He became the light to Eddie's darkness. He trusts Buck like no other. His son loves him. He loves him. So seeing his lifeless body is like a world came crashing down on him. Eddie's been doing fine with Therapy, with Buck's constant presence, with Christopher growing up, he's doing fine until he saw Buck. Without pulse. No one word could describe the fear of everything losing at once. Sure Eddie can still go on with his life with Chris. But he needs Buck by his side. He is his partner. His person. His anchor. He made Eddie realize that life can be easy too. Eddie's wrecked enough seeing his son heartbroken for his Buck, it's the kind of familiar pain all over again. The Shannon of it all. But this time, his heart breaks not just for his team and his son. His heart shattered to pieces for himself too. Because he knows Buck is his everything.

[warrenpearce]

WARREN PEARCE        

         — of course I’m dangerous.

If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward then, brother, that person is a piece of shit. And I’d like to get as many of them out in the open as possible. You gotta get together and tell yourself stories that violate every law of the universe just to get through the goddamn day? What’s that say about your reality?

                              STATS ● BIOGRAPHY ● WANTED

Warren Pearce, 49, Forest Lake, Private investigator & tracker

From Magnolia, TX, bisexual, arrived roughly 11 years ago

Cis man, he/him, divorced, father of 1 girl

&. — the story.

military tw, mentions of war tw, drug abuse tw, alcohol abuse tw, infidelity tw, allusions to violence tw, death tw

Sometimes the world wants too much, asks too much, and expects you to remain grateful despite how much it's taken.

Perhaps the life he'd had in Texas had been far too good to be true, and maybe God was a jealous all father and couldn't take not being first in Warren Pearce's life. He'd come from a good family with solid values, something akin to what you'd find in a novel that romanticized southern folk with their generosity and hospitality. Every Sunday he'd go to church and listen to his pastor preach on about the best ways to go on about life, he learned how to trust in the holy spirit through those sermons and from those bible schools he'd never given his parents a fuss about. In school he excelled in his academics and in the sports area, had even become somewhat famous across the grand state. A hero for the records he'd set in a land where football saddled up right alongside your faith.

It wouldn't be his only brush with glory. Warren, in the military, went off to war and fought for the country he'd believed in. His heart beat the red, white, and blue. The foundations and principles of his country were worth the blood and tears, his fellow citizens were deserved all their rights. Somehow Warren was something of a storybook figure, one of those types that would go on to become legend for their character and courage. He never once stopped standing up for what was right and stood behind each of his beliefs. Honor your god, love your family, and be a good neighbor. When that time expired in the armed forces, he'd gone back home to Texas as a lionheart. He married his high school sweetheart, finally, and became a man of the cloth.

With God and righteousness in his heart Warren was the true definition of what it was to be a pastor. Genuine care and support for his congregation was his life path from the military on, he'd seen the worst and wanted nothing less than showing the light to all that would listen. Life had only gotten sweeter when he and his wife had welcomed a daughter into the world, a baby he cherished more than anything. It felt nothing shy of absolute fulfillment when it came to his life's purpose in being a father. Though with so much good in his life, so much happiness, the energy shifted and the world began to take back everything it gave to Warren.

Minor disagreements with his wife turned into fights. Never had he been able to figure what they were about, just was only able to understand that they couldn't be agreeable on anything anymore. It was a few weeks after he'd found out about his wife's affair that the worst would happen. Intoxicated by alcohol, doing the worst in numbing himself from the nosedive his life had been taking, Warren went to back the car out of the garage and there was a horrific accident in the driveway. One that his insides have never stopped screaming about.

A parent should never have to endure burying their child.

Not only had he lost his child due to his own negligence, Warren and his wife had also divorced, there were no way to recover from her betrayal and his crime, but he'd also torn himself away from the God he'd devoted his life to. Depression and copious amounts of drugs that should've killed him had taken over his life. There was nothing after losing his daughter. No power on earth could absolve him from the weight of guilt. All Warren had been able to do was turn that inward and use his fury at the world for something that felt constructive to him. His saving grace having been when a former member of his flock had come to him seeking help. The church wouldn't punish their leader for their sins in the same way that Warren could.

It was no amends, there can be no way to tally up enough to relieve him of what he'd done, but he'd found some purpose again. With his very specific military background, those skills went into use as a private investigator. Warren began tracking down missing people, with a side gig of punishing religious leaders that abused their position and did bad things. For whom he would do even worse. This turn in his life is what had brought him to Blue Harbor some eleven years ago. A location that was small and inconspicuous, away from the life he'd known in Texas. It was somewhere that no one would come to look for him, unless they were in need of his services. And as a man with a mission, Warren prefers to be a nobody nowhere.

&. — wanted connections / plots.

clients that would use his tracking services or need him as a private investigator

the ex-wife — this would be a tough connection to write, she had been having an affair prior to the accident that brought them to lose their daughter. she blamed him and he blames himself, there was really no going back after that. would be interesting if there was a way to heal.

someone that he might have aided in a time of need: being cornered by a mugger in a dark alley, someone picking on them for a fight in a bar, thinking there's an intruder in their house, etc.

anyone that would attempt to befriend him despite the fact that he's not very social

a means to an end type of physical relationship

[naberrie2024]

Elysium

“Elysium”

The Naberrie lake house was an idyllic place to raise a family. A hidden gem surrounded by water and magnificent plants and trees, in a remote village of the beautiful Naboo. Obi-Wan Kenobi found himself in peace as it happened each time he went there. He felt home and he was blessed to know that the Naberrie family was safe, happy and…

PUM!!

“LEIA!!!”

A realm of chaos too.

“ANAKIN! Just stop teaching our daughter how to built a ship in her room for God’s sake!!!!”, screamed Padme Amidala Naberrie from the spot in the garden where she was painting calmly along Luke.

Obi-Wan smiled to himself. Even if they had changed names to not catch too much unwanted attention, it was pretty obvious that Luke and Leia Naberrie were Anakin’s children. Stong, chaotic, passionate, fascinating and.. a mess.

He walked to the spot where Padme was teaching Luke how to paint when both of them realised he was there. Luke knew first. He could feel the Force strongly and he always knew when Obi-Wan was close by.

“Uncle Ben”, said Luke happily as he ran to his open arms.

He caught the kid in his arms and hugged him. Then, he looked at his 5 years old face. He looked exactly as Anakin as a child. Fortunately, he seemed more quiet, more similar to her mother in that way. And it seemed, he also learnt a bit from himself. He was indeed his uncle and he visited them every week, sometimes, he even stayed for months.

“Master Kenobi”, said Padme with her serious voice. Then, she laughed and Obi-Wan looked at her in awe. She looked so much young than those terrible years of war and fights.

Sometimes Obi-Wan forgot how very young those two have been. Anakin was only 23 when he had to fight against Palpatine. His padawan, his little brother fought with all his strenght saving everyone that day. Anakin Skywalker was only 23 when he ended the sith and brought the light to the galaxy. And Padme Amidala was only 27 when she gave birth just after defending herself from some clones that tried to attack her. How she managed to do that while in pain, only God knows.

The thing was that Anakin grow old quickly after that day. He looked ten year older than his wife. He lost a lot of life energy saving the galaxy from the sith, indeed he almost died. He still remembers Master Yoda bringing Anaking to life in his own trembling arms. He had been in shock, unable to help his brother after seeing him kill Palpatine, he had thought his padawan, his dear brother was dead. But he wasn’t.

God, he was blessed that day and everyday afterwards.

“Milady”, Obi-Wan bowed at her.

She hugged him as she continued laughing.

Luke didn’t let go of his arms.

Nor that he was thinking of letting go of him anytime soon.

He adored Luke so much.

Padme sat again on the soft grass, caressing her long hair and staring at the lake.

“How long are you gonna stay?”, she asked as she continued painting, “Luke, aren’t you going to show uncle Ben what you painted for him, my darling?

“You painted something for me?”, he asked to Luke.

“Of course I did”, he answered just as Anakin used to do.

Padme laughed again and he put the boy in her arms. He kneeled in front of Luke’s painting.

It was his lightsaber and Anakin’s , side by side.

He smiled.

“You’re so good, my boy”, he smiled to Luke, “ You paint so much better than your father used to when he was a child, you know?”

“Its’ for you, Ben”, said Luke, a bit sleepy.

Padme caressed Luke’s hair until the little child fell asleep.

“He’s in Leia’s room”, she said smiling

He bowed at her one last time

“Oh come’on, go to him, you know you’re dying to see him and so is he”, she smiled sweetly at him.

……………………………

Anakin Skywalker, or Anakin Naberrie these days, have lost more than a few years of youth fighting against Palpatine. He lost the feeling of both his legs, so his young brother had to live in a weelchair for the rest of his days. It seemed it didn’t make him angry, just a bit nostalgic about his time as a warrior and pilot.

Obi-Wan regreted it everyday. If he could exchange their places, he would. He would give his last breath so Anakin could breath a second longer. He would give him his legs and his whole body if he ever needed one.

“Anakin”, he said knocking slightly at Leia’s door.

Leia and Anakin were… doing some sort of dance with their arms. Rap or something like that.

“Ts… Ts.. You are the star and I’m just a peasant.. Ts.. ts..”, sang Anakin as Leia danced along his father, both of them sitting on the floor.

“It seems to me you’re unable to build your daughter’s new bed, aren’t you?”, he teased his student.

Anakin looked at him, smiling funny with shiny blue eyes. “Ocean eyes” had once said Padme, the same eyes Luke and Leia inherited.

“Master”

“Padawan”

They both looked at each other. Then, they bursted into laughing. He went to Anakin and hugged him tightly, he kissed his head and he caressed the golden, a bit grey, long hair of his brother.

“How are you doing? Want some help?”, he asked as he sat beside him.

Leia ran to his arms then, hugging him and whispering how much they have missed him.

“You think you can do a child bed with.. the shape of a royal ship, old man?”, asked Anakin as he looked confused at some instructions.

“I think you’re looking at them.. upside down, daddy”

Obi-Wan laughed hard and Leia smiled at them.

Anakin sighed, laying down with his eyes closed.

“Who do you think build your bed when you were a child, brother?”, he asked Anakin as he took some pieces of the bed and started to glue some of them.

“I had a bed with ship form as a child?”, asked Anakin.

Sometimes he reminded him of a puppy. Innocent, naive and childish. And he loves him so much. More than anything else in the galaxy, along with his children.

“Of course you did. Your whole room was like a ship. Your ceiling full of stars and distant planets. The room of a true pilot. I built it of course. I wasn’t gonna ask Mace or Yoda. They would say it’s attachment. Not that they think that way anymore”, he said smiling at Anakin and Leia who stared at him as they usually did when he started to tell a story, “It amazes me, though, that the best pilot in the entire galaxy can’t build a bed”

“It’s not so easy, master!”, said Anakin as Leia decided to sit on his chest.

Obi-Wan looked at them. Leia looked exactly as Padme although her character was… in the middle. Also, she inherited from her mother….

“I’m gonna continue doing my budget for the extraordinary session for my planet”, said the little girl as she got up.

Anakin and him stared at each other in shock.

“Your what?”, asked Anakin

“My budget for my planet. Daddy, don’t you know what a budget is?? Its..”

“Don’t look at me like that Obi, the one obsessed with politics is her mother, not me”, said Anakin as he shook his head, “Not only one politician in my house, but two. My luck”

“It could be worse”, he said as he saw Leia writing down her “speech” as she vocalised each word carefully. She saw them looking at ther, so she got up and went to other room, chanting her speech.

“Amazing”, said Obiwan as he looked still at where she had been just a moment ago

“You enjoy that my children and wife torture me, Obiwan. You’re enjoying it too much”

“Do I need to remind you that I raised you?”, he asked laughing at Anakin, “ Once, you literally, blew a ship when you were 10. I was so scared you had hurt yourself that it took me several minutes to realise you were standing there like a king, smiling because you haven blown a royal ship. Which cost me..”

“I know, I know..”

“And there was another time you…”

“I get it, Obi-Wan, I get it”, said Anakin as he crawled to lay next to Obi-wan, the young man put his head on his lap as he used to do as a child and teenager, “I missed it. I miss flying”

“I know, dear heart”, he said as he looked at his brother’s face. “But what if I told you… I changed a few things in my ship so you can pilot it safely?”

Anakin almost jumped at that.

“You didn’t!!!!!”, shouted Anakin as his eyes shone with happiness.

“I did”, he repeated as he continued building Leia’s new bed.

“PADS!!!!! KIDSSSSS”!!!!! LOOK AT WHAT OBI DID!!!!”

Obi-wan laughed as the whole family reunited in the room, yelling with happiness as he told them how he changed his ship so it could be anakin’s ship.

After a while, Padme went away to help her maids to make dinner. While Anakin and Obi-Wan continued building Leia’s bed.

Obviously, both ended up falling asleep.

When Padme went to look for them, she didn’t have the heart to wake them up, so she took a picture of both of them sleeping, smiling.

Master and padawan

Brothers.

Family

[randoimago]

Top three fandom asks for Persona 5? 👀

Personally my top three ships are RyuAnn, ShuMako, and MakoHaru 🥱

Oh Persona 5, I can tell you right now that all of my least favorite things will have to do with Ryuji. I think I'm dumb because I don't remember who Shu is for the ShuMako ship😖

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3 male characters I love: Ryuji, Akechi, Maruki (it was so hard to do a top three because I also love Mishima and Yusuke so very much)

3 female characters I love: Futaba, Sumire, Ann

3 romantic ships I love:

Honestly, my romantic ships have to be the other phantom thieves with Joker (minus Futaba cause I like them better as siblings, and also minus Morgana for obvious reasons). Idk I just like the dynamic that Joker has with the others.

Joker/Akechi. Look, I found the two of them neat in P5 and then Royal came along with giving Akechi an actual social rank and I really found them neat. But then fucking Robbie Daymond and Xander Mobus had to make a song together as the characters. Enemies to Frenemies (reluctant allies really) to Lovers really hits with them

Sojiro/Wakaba, just listening to when Sojiro would talk about Wakaba and then seeing the alternative ending with Royal and how Sojiro is there... I absolutely loved them.

3 platonic dynamics I love:

Ann/Shiho (I wish there was more. Thank god for Royal having some moments, but I wanted to visit Shiho in the hospital with Ann or something)

Ryuji/Ann (tbh I love their best friend energy they have going on. Not a single braincell between them and I love it)

Sojiro/Futaba/Joker. I'm sorry but good adoptive father/daughter relationships feel so hard to find and I just love that family so much. It's the found family dynamic too ngl

Honorable mention - Futaba/Yusuke. They're idiots and I love their friendship

3 favorite moments in canon:

Saving Futaba and her learning the truth (honestly her whole arc) was just so amazing. It was so heartbreaking, but so satisfying to be able to help her.

The alternative ending for Royal is a favorite because it's unbelievably bittersweet. Like you should feel happy when you see it. You should think that it's the right choice because everyone got their happy ending, but it's just so heartwrenching and I love it so so much (I cry every damn time I see it).

Every Persona awakening was just amazing to watch. Oh my god and Akechi's "second" persona reveal? It's so amazing and I wish I could watch it all again like I've never seen it before because damn it was so cool.

3 favorite headcanons:

Yusuke ended up taking interest once when Ann and Haru were showing Makoto and Futaba how to paint their nails. Yusuke stated that the girls could do better and then gave them beautiful nail art (he did get a bit thrown off when Futaba wanted nails specific to the Kamen Riders, but he did it).

Ryuji, Mishima, and Joker all just crowded around that gatcha machine in Akihabara or in the Arcade trying to get specific figures and dolls. Mishima and Ryuji taking turns and failing and then Joker, with max stats being smug because obviously he can do it and then he fails too. They eventually suck up their pride and beg Shinya to win them the Jack Frost doll.

Ann visiting Shiho for regular meet ups and telling her all about the new friends she made. Sometimes Ann brings mini paintings that Yusuke drew or anime character stickers that Futaba had extras for. Shiho hasn't met these people, but Ann talks highly about Shiho to them so they all want to give the girl little presents. It is very exciting when Shiho is finally introduced to Ann's new friends. Shiho is very proud of Ann for the happiness she managed to find.

3 least favorite things about it:

Oh fucking boy I hated all the crap Ryuji got. He's such a good best friend, he sacrificed his life! And instead of the "Oh my god, I'm so happy you're okay!" that he deserved, he was pummeled for comedic effect?? Fuck you Atlas.

Again, with Ryuji, specifically with how he was treated by Morgana throughout the entire game. And then when Ryuji stood up for himself, Morgana was suddenly the victim?? Haru didn't even get her own spotlight because of this little shit.

And hey, another least favorite that ties in with the others. Fucking Haru. She was in her dad's goddamn palace. She was trying to fix things so she could have her dad back. It should've been emotional and it should've made us attached and love Haru. But honestly, I was mostly frustrated with the palace and dealing with Morgana that when Haru's dad died it was just an "Oh no! Anyway..." moment where I moved on so quickly. Thank god for Strikers helping me actually appreciate Haru more.

[aviandtheseals]

The Rowntrees Ultimate Decades Challenge - 1372 Summer & Fall

As Sabina grew, she wished more and more for friends. Besides the people she was living with, Sabina didn't see many other people, especially not other kids her age. Her only refuge was helping at the family store, where she could help out by talking to people all day. Most costumers ignored her since children should be seen but not heard, but a few costumers were happy to indulge a goofy and social kid.

In the summer of 1372 Kymmie aged up to an elder. She was lucky to have lived such a long life and was grateful that God gifted her with more time to care for her family. As Kymmie got older, she let go of most of the feisty spirit of her youth, and now prioritized taking care of her family. Kymmie still remembered all the difficult things that had happened to her, and she still got gloomy from time to time, but now she tried to stay concentrated on the present.

Kymmie's age didn't deter her from her decades-long passion for woodworking. Her magnificent craftsmanship continued to keep the store busy and their home flowing with coins.

Kymmie and Sabina had also been getting very close. Sabina's father didn't have much time for her after her mom died, and she was glad to have an adult to spend time with. Sabina admired Kymmie's strength and resilience that came from her age. Sabina always had endless energy until she crashed and burned, and Kymmie's spirit helped calm Sabina down. Mostly, Kymmie and Sabina have both been searching for someone to love them unconditionally their entire lives. Now it looked like they might have found one.

When Edussa was around the family, she put on a mask of happiness. She was happy to have a child to take care of all day, happy that all her energy was going to keep another human being alive, happy that this was her life now until she died in childbirth.

When Edussa was alone, she completely broke down. Her entire life, Edussa was never really sure what she wanted. She thought once she had children, something would click and her passion as a mother would take over. But Edussa was only frustrated with taking care of an infant and hated being weaker than usual after giving birth. She was coming to terms with the fact that being pregnant and recovering from giving birth would take up a lot of her future.

Although she stayed quiet, Kymmie saw Edussa was suffering and helped take care of Touilda as much as she could. Having little Touilda around made Kymmie reminisce about her youthful infatuation with the original Toulida, Edussa's mother. After a string of deaths in her family, Kymmie was heartbroken at the death of her close friend, but now that years have passed, she was able to reflect on that time without being flooded with all the emotions that came with it. Kymmie realized she was glad to meet Touilda, even if their story did not end happily, and was grateful to have had such a wonderful relationship.

Finnian was also very close to Touilda. Edussa was glad to have Kymmie's help in taking care of her daughter, and she knew she should be grateful Finnian was the rare man to cherish all his children, but she was jealous of Finnian's unconditional love. Even though Edussa forced herself to take care of Touilda all day, when Finnian came home from the fields Touilda only wanted him. Seeing the two of them together also reminded Edussa that Finnian would definitely want more kids in the future, a reality she deeply wanted to repress.

Edussa's fears came true. In the fall, Finnian told his wife he wanted more children. To Finnian, Touilda was a beautiful gem, but he wanted a whole bunch of delightful children to fill up their home.

Edussa knew that imagining that future made her want to throw up, but she didn't know how to tell her husband that. How could she be a good woman, a good wife, if she didn't want a family? If she didn't agree to what her husband wanted? So she pretended to be alright with more kids.

Edussa and Finnian continued to try for babies. Edussa always enjoyed the woohoo but feared a pregnancy. Finnian obliviously looked forward to more bundles of joy gracing his doorstep.

[pathomannia]

Hallen coming to her home so urgently she nearly kicked down the door was quite a shock. Not because Astryn had never seen Hallen quite so full of energy, but because Hallen was supposed to have died almost three years ago. After making sure she was settled, or at least as much as a teenager in near-hysterics could be, and in the company of Astryn’s family, she went to check on the tower. 

From what she had gotten from Hallen, it had already been a day since she had woken up. The walk from Silas’ tower to her house was rather long, let alone Hallen was probably disoriented. Even with Astryn was sprinting almost the entire way there, it wouldn’t be fast enough. He didn’t. He didn’t. He wouldn’t dare-

Out of breath, she slammed the door to the tower open. “Hey- Silas? Bianka?!” It was eerily quiet. It was usually so warm and comfortable here, but the air just felt cold and heavy now. Astryn took in a shaky breath. 

She knew exactly what happened. She didn’t want to believe it. He wouldn’t be so foolhardy. There’s no way he would do this to his daughters. To Bianka. Stepping lightly through the home, she finally found herself in the hallway to Hallen’s room. The door hanging open. She didn’t want to see. But she had to. She had to make sure Silas and Bianka were okay. Maybe this was just a fluke. Maybe the gods had taken pity on Hallen and allowed her a new chance at life. That he didn’t. The denial racing through her head as she slowly stepped towards the room

He didn’t. He didn’t. He didn’t. He-

Pushing the door open, she was greeted by a heartbreaking scene. Silas looked almost like he could be asleep, but laid out on the floor made it hard to convince herself of that. Bianka slumped over his chest, almost unmoving is what scared her more. She was frozen for a long moment, waiting for her breathing and heart to settle as she soaked in the scene. 

“B…” She moved closer, leaning down to brush hair out of the child’s face. It was obvious she had been crying. The poor thing must have cried herself to the point of exhaustion. “Bianka.” Astryn called out softly again, running her hand gently over her head, disturbing her ears, which caused the child to stir and sit up. 

“...Astryn?” She mumbled, looking up blearily at the woman, before reality hit her. Her eyes shot back to the body of her father. “Dad-.. He-... H-Hallen-” She barely choked own before breaking down in sobs again.

“I know. I know…” Astryn wrapped her arms around the trembling girl, who clung to her and wailed. How could he? She held tightly to Bianka trying to calm her own rage over this. If Silas opened his eyes at this very moment, Astryn could’ve beaten him bloody. She was too angry to even cry right now. What selfish idiot just abandons his own child in such a horrible manner? 

She rested her head on top of Bianka’s. Was it selfish? He gave his life up for the sake of his other daughter. Was he only trying to correct an accident that he blamed himself for? Or was his damned hubris so great he thought he could survive this? There was no way to ask now. He had forsaken himself for Hallen to live. There wasn’t even an afterlife for him now. 

“B?” She quietly called out to the girl now sniveling against her chest. She sounded so tired, even now. Gently stroking her hair, she spoke. “How about you go rest for now. I’ll take care of things.” No reply. 

Astryn let go over her, pushing her far enough away so she could look her in the eyes. Bianka’s face was puffy from crying so much, not to add, she looked utterly exhausted. Her ears drooping, and it almost seemed she couldn’t keep her head up. She wiped away the child’s tears, and tried to fix her hair so it wouldn’t stick to her damp face. “I won’t do anything important without you, alright? You need to rest.” 

Bianka opened her mouth to protest, but Astryn shook her head. “You’ve had a hard day, and sleeping.. Here won’t do you any good.” To allow her to sleep in a room with her fathers corpse, let alone her once-late sister’s room, felt too cruel. 

Astryn stood up, while Bianka stayed sitting, staring at Silas for a long moment. Like she was trying to memorize his face. She held out a hand to the girl. Bianka shakily grabbed her hand, using it as leverage to try and get up. But then she collapsed on the floor with her face twisting in agony. Astryn dropped down, worry clear in her face, trying to figure out what was wrong. One of Bianka’s hands was gripping her leg, clearly in pain. Astryn frowns. 

That fool. When Bianka was much younger, she almost never walked because it was painful. It wasn’t until Silas’ intervention that she could walk with minimal pain. What had he been thinking? Bianka’s nature was already so unstable, to practically abandon her… Was he expecting Hallen to help? Astryn herself? It made her blood boil. 

Astryn wrapped an arm around Bianka’s shoulders, reaching down to hook her arm around her legs. Bianka, understanding what Astryn was looking to do, reached to put her arms around her neck. Picking her up was practically effortless, other than the slight hiss Bianka made at being moved like this. 

Walking Bianka to her room like this only helped breaking her heart. She felt so small. With her head settled against Astryn’s shoulder, the reality of all of this weighed heavy. He really was gone. He’d never see Bianka grow up. She was only twelve now, it felt so unfair.  Helping settle her in bed, the woman brushed a hand over her head. “I’ll bring you something to help.” She murmured as she tucked the girl in. 

Astryn had promised that, but she found herself wandering back to Silas. While the house was filled with remnants of his magic, it was especially prevalent in Hallen’s room. Why hadn’t it occurred to her? The door was locked and heavily magicked to stay shut by him. He preserved Hallen here in her room. She hadn’t been present for his eldest child’s burial, did he ever bury her at all? What did Bianka see? 

She scanned the floor, covered in books and the near unhinged notes made by Silas. How had he kept this secret? She picked up a stack of papers to shuffle through them and couldn’t help but scoff. He really was stubborn, wasn’t he? When Hallen had died during an unexpected scuffle, he had been overcome with grief. At the time she thought the comment of bringing her back was just an offhanded one, even if she near beat the stuffing out of him for even thinking of it. Obviously it didn’t help knock the sense into him, only taught him to keep secrets. 

She dropped the notes on the floor rather uncaringly. She didn’t want to read her best friend’s descent into madness. 

He always thought he knew better than everyone else, didn’t he? He didn’t learn from his mistakes when he got kicked from the Spagkos. If anything it only strengthened his resolve and his arrogance only seemed to grow.  

She took a deep breath, kneeling beside his body. It was all so surreal, looking at him now. She placed a hand over his cold hand and pursed her lips. It was real. He was gone. She couldn’t keep quietly convincing herself he was only passed out. 

“You damn fool.” The woman whispers. If she talked any louder, she would break. She couldn’t. Not now. She could hear Bianka’s sobbing faintly. Astryn brushed some hair away, leaning over to place a soft kiss on his forehead. Then, stood up. 

 She had to keep herself together. For Bianka and Hallen.

[buds-and-baubles]

(midnighter 2006-2008 issue #9)

he's apollo, the authority's very own sun king, mr. sunshine lollipops rainbows blood and guts. a deceptively complex multifaceted character whose intricacies i felt needed a post of their own. i also wanted a chance to use that comic page up above because he's literally so beautiful.

because of his creation, he truly embodies his namesake alongside superman, the ray (ray terrill), lightray (doris), and even the kryptonian god rao. he's kind, he's sassy, he's intelligent, he's polite, he's mild mannered. he isn't prone to anger so when he's angry you better fucking run, he's dangerous, he's powerful, he's passionate, and horrifyingly unpredictable when provoked. he's a bit of a nagging bastard but he's beloved for it. he's inherently selfless and a genuinely good person who is naturally good with people.

he's a 6'7" buff yet pretty powerhouse who at full strength in an emergency could hold his own against a kryptonian. he wants to help make a better world no matter what it takes, unafraid to make his hands dirty in order to accomplish that goal.

he will use the fact that people assume him no more than a brute or a pretty face to his advantage, or outright immediately wants to prove it wrong. he enjoys domestic activities, the arts, and zen techniques as ways to reclaim himself from what bendix did to him.

out of apollo and midnighter, it is apollo who would have trouble abiding a no kill code. whether he kills and pulls no punches at typically full power or doesn't, he is typically quick and merciful (choices vary if you have harmed/threaten those he loves). however, he doesn't enjoy killing but will do so if he feels it is necessary (most likely instilled from his training as a soldier).

his powers act like a solar panel versus how superman's act like an internal battery. he constantly has his kirlian aura halo phenomenon around his head. his power of energy projection is released solar energy from other parts of his body like his hands or omnidirectionally from his entire body in the form of powerful energy explosions. i'll save a post dedicated to all of his abilities for a later date though, because he's got more than his wiki lists.

he's gay and has been married to his husband and raising their daughter together since irl time 2002. which one post i reblogged went into just how revolutionary that was of them to do for comics. he's a cherished husband, father, and friend who holds great love for the family he has found/made and the world. however, he also is disgusted and disheartened by the injustice, evil and intolerance in the world.

perhaps the own complex nature of the authority's roster and wildstorm itself for it challenging the concept of what it really means to be a hero, questioning everything especially government figures in power, the concept of a non-nuclear family, and so much more is a bit hard for dc to fully capture.

if you read all of this, hey thanks! i'm talking everyone's ear off about apollo and as i read onward and also read opinions from other fans of the authority, i wanted to take all that i know and put it into one post.

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Shattered Hero ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Episode Maka Finale (11/11) ~ (FINALLY!)

[Dark Nebula Sanctuary Core]

[Senator - Akira Yamaoka]

Maka : What is this place? Feels like that I've been to the Sanctuary more often.

Moirai : It's hardly to believe that this is the shrine that are ancestors took place at.

Dark Nebula : I've been waiting for you. Welcome to the Sanctuary!

Maka : Dark Nebula!

Moirai : So you're the pseudo Underworld ruler that was accidentally released by that top hat mouse.

Maka : It's his own fault that Kirby's cake got stolen because of you and their mess! I will be the one to take care of their mess and clean it up! I won't let you conquer the Galaxy!

Dark Nebula : Fighting over a delicacy of sweets? When it comes to a rampage over sweets, you threatened that I am food? The cake that he was looking for is gone. But hey, it was much pretty too late than that, my preparations of the ultimate Grand Battle Plan will have an army of mine that will conquer these planets and I needed an exact body of a hero that needs to be absorbed. No, not a hero, but something that has a power to beyond the reaches of parasites like you!

Makoto : What? Daroach ordered all of that to release you!? Hmph, guess the cake he was looking was already eaten!

Maka : Gladly you hardly asked that Strawberry Shortcake is such an overrated name for a--

Dark Nebula : SILENCE! Now pay attention. I will give you demonstration of becoming a godly being, it's powers are extraordinary, I can feel the darkness being awakened in the force. Witness the awesomeness and raw power of Darkness!

*DBZ SFX : Energy Ball Glowing*

Moirai : Sister, can you feel that?

Maka : Is that...That's the heart and soul of King Phanto, our ancestral father!

Moirai : No! You can't do that! What are you think you're doing!?

Soul : What!? He's going to fuse the power of the Phantonian! Damn! Maka's father must've kept it a secret! This alien guys must be part of the Albarn Family, King Phanto!

Meta Knight : (via communicator) Sir Halberd Knight, can you hear me? I found out about Maka Albarn's family tree. You know the whole thing?

Tsugumi/Sir Halberd Knight : Hai! I heard the whole thing. So what did we found out about Maka Albarn's Family Tree.

Meta Knight (via communicator) : I discovered that the Family tree of Maka Albarn isn't her family tree, but seems to be a part of it, it's the Phantonian Family Tree! Spirit Albarn, the man from Tokyo, was keeping all of this a secret from his daughter and we finally unveiled it to the truth, Maka's mother was right about Shinra's legacy, she didn't want to be the hero to protect Shinra's legacy, she wants to protect the family tree that belongs to the monstrous Phantonian race. It was all just a cover up to make Maka a hero, that's why she was brought into the real world of protecting the legacy, the Phantonian legacy!

Tsugumi/Sir Halberd Knight : So it's not the Kusakabe Legacy that she was protecting it. It's the legacy of an alien race?

Dark Nebula : With the heart and Soul of the previous king, I now possessed these two forces and it's power making me an ultimate god of the galaxy. Just by once, this power of a king will prove worthy enough to force everyone to live in the shadows and will make the galaxy fall right into my knees! And you will be the ones to have honor with valor and arms to witnessed the event before you die.

King Phanto : [voice heard] (chuckles) Foolish beings! Haven't you forgot that I am the great king of the Phantonians! I will be much awakened for my return, this would be a favor of resurrecting me in spite on my vengeance of taking over the human race. And I bet you shall be the first one to join me in my powers to bring vengeance on the human race.

Tsugumi/Sir Halberd Knight : Uhh, Meta Knight? What did the king say about his vengeance?

Meta Knight (via communication) : Tsugumi! I got a bad feeling about this! The previous king that is the king of all Phantos was killed! He tried to terraforming the parts of Real World AU to reclaim that Earth and Jupiter will be his domains, but he went to unleashed his insanity when he was conjured by the powers of darkness! So his brethren took his heart and soul from him and put them inside the treasure chest!

Tsugumi/Sir Halberd Knight : So then that means...

Dark Nebula : NOOOOOOOOOO!!! MY POWERS! YOU CAN'T TAKE MY POWERS AWAY FROM ME!!! I AM DARK NEBULA, RULER OF THE UNDERWORLD! I WILL RECLAIM MY TITLE! MY POWER IS FALLING DOWN!!! PHANTO'S POWER...IT'S CONSUMING THE ENERGY OUT OF ME! WHYYYYYYYYYYY!?!

*DBZ SFX : Energy Wave*

King Phanto : At last I have been reborn! The Great King Phanto...has returned!

[Relic of Moirai - Akira Yamaoka]

Seto : That must be the King, the King of all Phantos! He's alive!

"GREAT KING PHANTO : KING OF THE PHANTONIANS"

King Phanto : Fear ye Mortals of the Galaxy! Your King has returned! I am King Phanto, the King of the Phantonian race! I look forward into seeing you beings of the planet called earth to be dispose of the one thing that effects the Real World, the Kusakabe Legacy! But now, I have one reason to fix my mistakes after terraforming in my early days of planetary conquest. Future Relatives of the Phantonian Race, state your names and position.

Moirai : I am Moirai Albarn, and you our ancestor, King Phanto. This is one over here is my younger sister Maka Albarn.

King Phanto : "Maka", you say? So this is the girl that the blood of our race has been connected to for generations, I see. I bring no fear and no hesitation, So I challenge you to a duel to see who will be the strongest Phanto to ever reclaim the title for royalty!

Maka : That's right. I am here to fix that mistake of yours, and I shall restore the family tree in order to clear my name! But first, We'll accept your challenge!

King Phanto : Then it is accepted! Prepare to be challenged by me!

Moirai : Good! Cause it's a fight that's worth fighting for!

(the battle begins with the King creating a scythe with blood magic)

King Phanto : I've waited for this moment, see If you could really be that entertaining! Just watch your back! I will be the most fearsome opponent in battle that you'll ever witnessed! This is the Will of Phanto! See the everlasting dream of two of my future relatives to honor the history of our race's kin!

Maka : Good point! This is what I dreamed of becoming a hero!

Moirai : It's only a noble sacrifice to save a king, not to earth and not to Shinra! I feel the power within our blood! That's why our father has discovered the power of Shattered Resonance from his research. Although Soul World has been a facade to the Shadow Realm, and you know, the Real World is more satisfying than living in a weirdly fantasy!

King Phanto : Fascinating rhetorical theory, Moirai. But it's happening for real, Soul World is nothing a but a fantasy world made up by Shinra or people! It I who conquered the Galaxy of the Real World, and Shinra Kusakabe was nothing more than a fool to Demon Vibe's will! All the weirdness from Soul World is just a phenomenal metaphor of heroism and weirdness! Why does anyone think Shinra created a world with hope and not the despair that was stolen from Sephiroth! My research state that Shinra's world falling into despair were used for omincide for the likes of Cosmic Horror. Although the Evangelist isn't appear to be God at all, but an entity of Cosmic Horror created by Demon Vibe itself.

Maka : (realizing) Sephiroth! He must've done it to Shinra's world! What was the source of the Adolla Burst?

King Phanto : The Source of Adolla Burst that manifested Soul World was more than nothingness, but an illusion perhaps caused by Firaga, that is what the source of Adolla Burst. Originated from the Final Fantasy multiverse.

Maka : So I was right, the Adolla Realm was nothing more than cosmic horror, the Evangelist that Shinra sought as God was just a cosmic puppet created by Demon Vibe himself! The source of Pyrokinesis that Shinra and his people used was Firaga! The technique used by Black Mage and Keyblade wielders!

King Phanto : Exactly! Which is why Demon Vibe has doomed the Kusakabe Legacy from the start! And our race's kind must allow "our" legacy to proceed it's evolution towards the future of our race!

Seto : This guy's good! He knows how to make up alien energy by evolution!

Makoto : So the face of true evil is Demon Vibe, the three-eyed symbols belong to the Shadow Realm, the world ruled by Demon Vibe itself! I knew that this was all Japan's fault! Shinra and his people were doomed from the start!

Soul : That's how we existed into the real world before, your world, Makoto!

Seto : Guess we finally understand what the true meaning of Soul Eater is, Souls get devoured by not only demons, but the Grim Reaper as well. It takes more than Souls to power up a true reaper and that is me!

King Phanto : What's the matter? Had enough yet?

(battle ends)

Moirai : We'll do!

Maka : I think that we won this time! So tell me now, your majesty. Why would you want to help me fix your mistakes?

[Towatsugai BGM 03 - MONACA]

King Phanto : Well now...I rest my case. The weirdness from Shinra's Influence, I don't feel that kind of crap to him, not in a million years I won't. Shinigami he...he murdered some of our kind by mistake to think we are the bad guys. In fact that he wasn't Shinigami, he was just an illusion named Death created from Shinra's mind, heart, soul. He was nothing more than a fluke trying to get the heartless' attention. he got Ashley's people involved that Earth was wrecked by magic. But our kind told Maba that it was neither magic, it was the force of the heartless trying to spread the lying of his creator. Our brethren was letting Truth to win it all! But Shinra's influence, he pushed the truth out of us! You, Maka Albarn, had been led astray from Shinra's kind, the Phantonians would knew that the true death gods were Grim, Seto, Ichigo, and the others.

Seto : Wait, you mean Botan and Ryuk, and others who are Shinigami? I thought there is one Shinigami that knows about ruling the cosmos or something.

King Phanto : No, Deathless! A Death God does not rule the Cosmos, they are only servants to God himself, and the Grim Reaper only works for both Heaven and Hell! They're just a personification and not a god their selves. And I suggested that you, Seto the Deathless, will become Japan's next Shinigami!

Seto : Heheh! Guess I owe you an appreciation for that. I did deserved my title as Shinigami, well this much be grateful for you to be the King of Phantonians.

King Phanto : Maka. Our kind has been appreciated to your kind as Hero of the world, but I offer a deep gratitude for the sake of our kind. Shinra's Legacy, you must overthrow it and proceed our legacy as the Galaxy's greatest gift of all. *Heartbeat Echoing* Gaaah! (holds chest in pain) What...What are you doing!?

Dark Nebula : I'm sick and tired of sorrowful about your race's kind! Having a powerful alien like you should be pleasing on conquering the galaxy will be the end of your kind and your kin! If I'm going down to die with alien, I'm taking you all with me inside!

*DBZ SFX : SURPRISE*

[Critical Moment of Contra - Akira Yamaoka]

*DBZ SFX : ENERGY WAVE*

King Phanto : [yelling] WOAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGHHH!!! The Darkness, It's trying to take my heart and soul away! Let go of me!

Seto : What do you think you're doing!?

Dark Nebula : Despite being a regular entity with only three attacks I have, I still got one last trick up in my sleeves. I'll cause a self-destruct on the sanctuary that I created! and shall blown you all into smithereens! (creates an energy ball) I will be the last one standing and I shall make you oblierated in a grand finale, a beautiful display of fireworks.

Kirby : Hiyah! *DBZ SFX : Energy Ball Impact+Explosion*

[Advent of Stray Idola - Kenichi Tokoi]

Dark Nebula : Who goes there!?

Mizune : See, Dark Nebula? I knew I could easily beat you to the punch!

Dark Nebula : What!? Mizune! You!

Mizune : I too, have the power of light within me! The villains that I have been working for was nothing more than the heartless' dirty joke!

Blair : Hey there, Maka! Long time no see! Sorry that I thought we fought our selves as enemies, but now I realize that I was wrong to Mizune. You see that we're not we're not enemies that hated each other, we're rivals working together! Can't expect the lying of Shinra Kusakabe can you, Dark Nebula!

Dark Nebula : You all wanted a proper fight? I'm gonna give you all a proper fight that's what you'll get!

Mizune : Just say when, Nebula! We won't turn our galaxy into your own world!

Blair : This time we'll get you for good!

Kirby : Hut!

Maka : Hey, Nebula! Ready for the final round? We're all on death's ears for you! You'll never take over the Galaxy, cause that's what defeating a godlike entity like you shall be quite challenging! I'm not here to defeat a God with Courage or Bravery, I'm come here to destroy a God...with Valor!

Dark Nebula : Come at me, Maka! Show me what a hero with valor have to go against me!

"Our battle isn't over yet, it's time that we end this, once and for all!"

~ Act 35 : THE HOPE FOR MAKA ALBARN! ~