#Took me weeks to write- had a couple of clips to back up my headcanons

[mllenugget]

Hello I mcyt fandom-ified la Team du Lundi members and wrote a shit ton of text about it

After exhausting myself on trying to catch up on the current QSMP lore I got a sudden craving for a more familiar and fast paced kind of minecraft content and ended up rewatching all the Team du Lundi's SMP best of's I could find

And while doing so with my brain still hazed in fandom brainrot, I started picking up on minor details or info the players casually dropped, and drew parallels to the French speakers' QSMP counterparts This is going to be a long wordy post I don't even know what I am rambling about and for. Three things you need to be aware of about la Team du Lundi before reading :

Baghera, Antoine and Etoiles are the only QSMP players that are part of la Team du Lundi

As far as I remember the only two elements that suggest that la Team du Lundi's SMP could be canon to QSMP are Antoine being pressured into building another Tower of Shit, and Baghera's infamous fountain being mentioned when she was asked if her character remembers anything from her past before the island

La Team du Lundi's SMP was NOT a roleplaying server, it was just a private survival server for a small circle of friends casually playing together. So whenever I quote someone in this specific post, it is the streamer : there is no character other than the persona the streamer is usually showing on stream, but I just thought it would be fun to interpret certain situations while keeping in mind the QSMP lore. And here goes :

Baghera claims that when she was a kid she strongly believed that she could breathe underwater. The others joke about her having fins

Antoine jokingly tells Baghera he doesn’t need oxygen at all

Antoine claims he will still be alive thousands of years forwards

Antoine’s voice shifts when he wants to appear creepy

Baghera built an aquarium at her place, then helped Antoine build one at his tower, then built a giant swimming pool, then a fountain, then a waterslide- do you see a theme ?

Baghera knows that her skin is actually that of a chick and not a duckling, and calls it so here

Chat said that Baghera has a middle child syndrome, justifying that she bullies Angle Droit because Etoiles bullies her in the first place (Etoiles has also called her « little sister » in a derogatory way)

Etoiles has repeatedly asked people to play Valorant with him at least once

Here's a clip of Etoiles getting languaged in french and owing "a gifted sub in the swear jar"

Unrelated random clip of Etoiles because it creates happy hormones in me brain

Etoiles is regularly refered to as "the warrior"

Etoiles guided the whole group during an expedition to the End and he was literally glowing doing so (enchanted arrows effect) Everyone called him "the guide"

Baghera was the one who gave the final blow to the Enderdragon (and died from magic right after)

Etoiles spent most of his time adventuring in order to bring stuff and gear back to everyone for their builds

Etoiles asked Aypierre for help in order to design a redstone door for his cave which could only open upon solving a puzzle (which was egg & arrow related) (Aypierre was not a member of the server)

Etoiles built a nightclub with the walls and ceiling covered in wardenblocks making it look like a starry sky. He also rehomed Allays holding golden apples inside claiming them to be the souls working for him and that they lived there peacefuly

Etoiles jokingly talks about Antoine acting jealous and violent towards him because Etoiles told him he wanted to go and visit Kameto (who also was not a member of the server)

Baghera (along with Horty) had a rivalry with Joueur du Grenier (host of the server with admin powers) after he decided to build a massive parking lot right next to their house. They countered by covering the whole thing with dirt, followed by JDG building a factory and the two parties went back and forth. Baghera argued that it was stupid because they didnt even have cars to begin with (which is a sentence she reused when talking about Forever's roads) Also she tells JDG that he could've built a seaport instead, which makes JDG contemplate the thought of building an airport (and though he ended up never building it, I am side eyeing the French's plane crash)

At some point JDG wonders about what a roleplaying minecraft server would look like (RPZ 2), to which Baghera replies that she has a hard time picturing the thing "We'd all just build things you see ? I don't think we'd create stories, we would all just be like "I'm a builder, ah you too ? Well awesome, builders, cool"" and I find this to be hilariously ironic (fun fact : Baghera had no idea that QSMP was a roleplaying server when she first joined and often claims she would've taken a different approach with her character had she known right off the gate)

As I was finishing to write this down, these fuckers (/lh) decided to host a closure night for the server as they've never really officially did it, everyone just sort of deserted the server after a while. Baghera, Etoiles and Antoine kept referring to QSMP throughout the night, mostly talking about how weird it felt without mods. Among other meta commentary things

They mentionned Cellbit and Bad multiple times as the group was trying to solve enigmas. Antoine talked about "the cultural sharing" between communities as he taught insults to each others with Mike, Roier and Maximus in their respective languages Multiple more players were namedropped (including eggs) while Antoine was talking about how the server functions

Yes, Baghera and Etoiles kept their QSMP skins. Etoiles with his code corrupted purgatory one, and Baghera with her fading pink disheveled hair (with the addition of her cubito wearing Horty's merch)

Baghera admits that going back to this small familiar vanilla server feels like coming back home to your family during the holidays

Team du Lundi's cameos in QSMP :

Though Pomme has never canonically met JDG (even though most of her parents have talked about him to her at least once), she occasionaly breaks the 4th wall to refer to him. She once compared one of BBH's "vacation" flower shirts with his, and when Foolish and Bad asked her to elaborate (obviously not getting the reference) she proceeded to play JDG's music theme with the flute instead (Also I really feel the need to once more point out how mindblowing it is for your average french speaking viewer to have JDG's intro theme being added to the mod they use in the QSMP because of how anchored it is within french internet pop culture. Like this shit has been existing for 14 fucking years, it's part of the childhood of a lot of us, so to find a clip of British hardcore player Philza peacefuly listening to Mexican egg admin Tallulah play this theme on her flute feels like a multiverse fever dream)

Horty has been on Quesadilla Island through cc!Baghera's account, but neither of them really wanted to justify it RP wise. Baghera just wanted to give her best friend a tour of the island. Horty only got to meet Richarlyson who gave her a tour of Cellbit's castle and made her pick a room (she chose Chaos). She also chatted with Etoiles who tagged along for a bit and (this is obviously justified by it being a one-shot out of roleplay filler episode kind of night) they both already knew each other and were on friendly enough terms to bicker with one another Also she was part of the French speakers Quackity reached out to to invite on the server, but she had to decline because she was very busy at that time (and also not interested) Also also she was Baghera's teammate for that Formula 4 event, and Baghera has discussed it and showed pictures to a couple of islanders, including Richas who was very hyped about it

Another player the viewers were hoping to see on Quackity's server is Mynthos. He exists within the server with the picture of him that hangs in Pomme's art gallery, the cursed animation video that used to play in La France, as well as with Aypierre's health potion factory that bears his name

Angle Droit and Zerator are sometimes namedropped when the French speakers talk with their chat. Angle Droit frequently raids Baghera's and Antoine's streams, and though it has never been confirmed, a lot of viewers theorized that she was the +1 player Baghera and Etoiles wanted to invite on the server had they won the elections.

As for Zera, Etoiles went AFK on QSMP a couple of times in order to test some of Zerator's TrackMania maps (which he later discussed with Pac). I also remember a very trivial conversation Etoiles had with Mouse and Aypierre where he laughed about hurting his back very badly after carrying a fellow streamer during a caritative event, said event was hosted by Zerator (he's also the one judging them with concern from his desk)

I'm done.

Bonus alternative design for Angle Droit because at first I thought she was a fox then it turned out she was a corgi but then she changed it again to a fox and woop

[osita-iza]

RFA Headcanon: You didn’t start dating during their route

A/N:

This isn’t my first time writing fanfic, but this is my first time writing in this format and for Mystic Messenger. I was into it during high school, and I’ve revisted the fandom after quarantine. If you have any requests for headcanons or scenarios, my ask box is open! 

This has spoilers for all of the routes good endings, some are minor, some aren’t (except Zen’s), along with the ending. Egregiously long. Genre: Fluff, slight angst- nothing too much. 

Jaehee

You hopelessly loved her 

The second you heard her voice, you knew she would be special to you 

But she needed a friend right now. A friend to guide her as she learned her own worth- so you would be her friend 

You were her friend as you picked out cafe tile together, as she went through all of the paperwork, and as she smiled at you every time she tried out a new recipe

But you still loved her 

Your eyes would follow her as she took orders

You would help tie the knot on her apron

You would send her new recipe ideas in the middle of the night 

Everyone in the RFA knew that you loved her,,,, except her 

Zen constantly told you to confess and tried to act as your wingman. “Man Jaehee,,, MC is such an amazing partner, you’re so lucky to have her.... aren’t you?” 

“Oh of course. I love MC-” 

YES

“-She’s my best friend” 

Should’ve expected that

Maybe you should try to move on? You didn’t even know if she was into women 

There was one regular that you had to admit,,,, was really cute. She came everyday during her lunch before going to her job at a school library 

One day she came in and you noticed she was wearing more makeup than usual. Not in a bad way, but now you could see her blush and shining lip gloss

As you handed her her daily frappe, she passed you a crumbled napkin. “I really like you. If you like me too, here’s my number. If you don’t, we can forget about this.” 

Before you could respond, she was practically running out the door

Jaehee cleared her throat from behind you. “What was that?” 

“.... I think I just get hit on.” 

“What?” Jaehee stepped closer and grabbed the napkin, where the customer’s number was messily scribbled. “Are you going to message her?” 

You wished she was jealous. 

You forced a smile as you took the napkin and put it in the pocket of your apron. “I haven’t decided.” 

You were taking inventory of the ingredients at closing when she walked in with a box of coffee beans. 

“Are you done?” 

“Wait...” You added one more figure before smiling. “Now I’m done, what did you need?” 

Jaehee grabbed the clip board and put it on the rack next to you. 

“Jaehee?” 

She pressed her lips against yours 

You gasped as she pressed you into the metal shelves and tangled your hands in her hair. 

She had really soft hair 

The kiss lasted forever but only a second 

Jaehee pulled away, redness covering her whole face 

Cute... 

“I see how you look at me.... because I look at you the same way too.” She whispered, resting her head on your shoulder to avoid looking at you 

“Jaehee, I-” 

“I’ve never been with another woman before, so I wasn’t sure how to go about it. I still don’t really know how to go about it to be honest- 

“And I feel like I just reset my entire life, so now really isn’t the time for me to be starting a relationship, especially with someone as important as you.” 

“I can wait.” 

Jaehee looked up at you with her bottom lip pulled by her teeth. “You can?” 

“You’re important to me. And I don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready for yet. As long as you do feel this way, I will wait for you.” 

“Thank you.” 

You smiled at her as she slowly stepped back. “I should go finish cleaning in the front then.” She stepped out and you called her name before the door closed. 

“Yes?” 

You reached into your apron and ripped the napkin in half. 

“I won’t message her.” 

Zen 

Zen, magnificent, gorgeous, hard working, and loyal Zen, cared for you more than anyone

He called you his princess, would do his skincare routine with you when you came over, and he was the one who always responded to you in the chatroom 

But the moment you fell for him was when you went on to the messenger late at night, talking to Seven about how you couldn’t fall asleep and Zen popped in 

Zen: you can’t fall asleep? 

MC: no, i can’t. i’ve been trying to fall asleep for an hour 

Crying emoji 

Zen: Call me. 

MC: What???

Seven: Ooooohhh, what does Zenny have planned?

Zen: Call me. 

Zen left the chatroom. 

Seven: So bossy.... 

MC: I wonder what he wants 

Seven: Better call him to find out 

Seven: Oooohh I’m so excited!!! 

You rolled your eyes as you logged out before hitting Zen’s icon 

“Jagiya! I was worried you weren’t going to call” 

“Of course I was going to call. What did you need?” 

“Are you laying down right now? Ready for bed?” 

“.... yeah...” 

“I’ll read you my script as a bedtime story!” 

“Zen, you don’t have-” 

“I want to.” 

You genuinely didn’t think it was possible to not fall for Zen 

You called Zen, wanting to hear his voice, as you got off of work 

“Hi, princess!” 

“Hey. Are you busy tonight?” 

“No, I was gonna take it easy tonight. Why?” 

“Today was a rough day at work. I was wondering if I could come over? I can buy dinner~” 

“Don’t worry about dinner! I’d love to spend time with you,” 

He hugged you as soon as he opened the door 

“Guess what I got for dinner?” 

“What?” 

“I went to Richard’s Diner...” he trailed off 

“You never eat there because you say it’s not healthy for your skin!!”

“But you had a bad day at work, a cheat day for you is worth it” 

Zen let you rant as you both ate dinner

Afterwards you began drinking, and you were slowly getting more tipsy

After you finished, taking a sip of his beer, he smiled at you. “Sounds rough, babe” 

You pushed his arm with a smile. “You shouldn’t call me babe,” 

“Why not? Do you not like it?” 

You shook your head, body feeling light from the beer. “That’s not it-” 

“What is it then?” 

“It’s that I might like it too much,” You giggled as you leaned in closer, not noticing how his playful smile slowly slipped away 

“Like it too much?” 

“Maybe like you too much?” You shrugged with a lopsided smile. “Who knows?” 

“MC.” 

You raised your eyebrows at him as he leaned closer 

You could smell his cologne as he kissed you 

Your eyes were wide open as he pulled away 

Zen laughed out of relief and at your face. “I’ve been waiting for that for a while.” 

Yoosung

Yoosung had never been in a relationship before

Never even asked someone out before... 

So that’s why- even tho he could face cultists for you- his heart would go crazy when you smiled at him 

He couldn’t ask you out on a date 

But he could ask you to hang out 

He taught you LOLOL and you became his best ally for campaigns

He would buy two of the limited edition items 

One for him and one for you!!! So you would have matching characters. That’s something a boyfriend would do, right?

You were the outgoing one between the pair of you 

So you were out at a party for your best friend’s birthday, while he was playing LOLOL in his apartment 

He could tell you were drinking, and he tried not to worry when your texts stopped coming in 

But he was getting more and more frustrated with the game- his mind going back to you the whole time 

Then there was a banging against his door 

He jumped, his legs hitting the desk as he stared at the door. 

Was he really going to be killed before he got a girlfriend?

“Yoooooooosung!” 

Wait... that was your voice 

He practically ripped off his headset off of his head and ran to his door 

You smiled, and Yoosung could see a small stain of alcohol on your shirt, before throwing your arms around him

“MC... Are you okay?” 

“I missed you! Did you miss me?” 

“O-of course, I missed you.” 

You smiled up at him. “You’re so sweet, ~~~honey~~~” 

He practically melted. “Are you okay?” 

Instead of answering, you leaned up and captured his mouth in a kiss. 

He froze, eyes wide as your lips moved against his. Before he could react you pulled away with a grimace on your face. “I’m tired now.” 

“You can sleep in my room. I’ll take the couch.” He muttered

“Ahhhhhhhh, you’re such a gentleman, Yoosungie!” you yelled, not controlling your volume, “You’re so cute.” 

Yoosung’s face was painted red as he led you to his bedroom and pulled his blanket over you. “Sleep well.” 

Maybe he should ask you out...

Jumin 

The only time Jumin was the one who initiated any physical contact was when he kissed you in front of Sarah Choi 

You made sure to cherish it in the moment, knowing it wouldn’t happen again. But as soon as it was over, you created an iron cast around it and banished it to the far corner of your mind. Never to be thought of again.

Neither of you mention it the rest of the time you stay at his penthouse 

You support him, but neither of you cross that line between friendship and romance 

V is visiting for their wine night when Jumin opens the messenger and sees that you’re online 

And he gets the softest smile V has ever seen,,, and he has to butt in because this is ridiculous now 

“Jumin, may I ask you something?” 

“Of course.” 

“How would you describe your relationship with MC?” 

“She’s one of my dearest friends. MC’s very smart, kind, and understanding. In retrospect, I’m surprised she was so open to staying at my penthouse for as long as she did. She’s a really good person,” 

“Hmmm... have you ever considered the nature of your relationship?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“It’s just that I feel like you have a certain softness for her-” 

“Of course. She’s my friend-” 

“-A softness that you don’t show for me. Or your father. Or anyone that I’ve seen you with now that I think about it.” 

“What are you trying to imply?” 

“I think you have feelings for her.” 

After that, Jumin began to notice how his heartbeat changed around. How he got more excited when he was calling you than with other people. How your voice could ease the tension out of his shoulders. 

He had read a couple romance stories in his lifetime,,, was this called love? 

Well now... he had to figure out how to date you

Over the next week he dropped questions in the messenger for you 

What’s your favorite flower?

What’s your favorite food? 

Do you prefer piano or violin music? 

You weren’t sure what he was planning- just that he was planning something 

You showed up at his house in a dress (he told you it wasn’t a casual dinner), expecting a dinner party. Only to find him alone 

“Hi Jumin. What’s the occasion?” 

“I just wanted to spend time with you,”

Cue heart palpitations 

Although you were blushing from having his gaze focused on you

And the candles, and food, and classical music… it felt like it was crossing that line you inched towards but never stepped over 

“I’m sure you’ve noticed that I’ve been acting different this past week, as well as tonight.” 

“I have, I was actually worried something might be wrong,” you confessed

“Nothing’s wrong, at least I hope it isn’t wrong in your eyes as well… I have feelings for you MC,” 

What?

There was a line between you and him- one you had been told over and over again by everyone (including him) that was never to be crossed

Jumin isn’t interested in that sort of relationship

A whisper so low that even you could barely hear it. “What kind of feelings?” 

This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be true. You were just looking into things too muc- 

“Romantic feelings. I would even say that they border on love, but I would never say that to you without knowing your emotions.” 

He could see the chaos being projected from your thoughts into your eyes, causing him to reach across the table and grab your hand. 

He had kinda cold hands… 

“You don’t have to answer right no-,” 

“I have those feelings too,” you interrupted before looking at him, shock still evident on your face. “But please consider that-until this very moment- I never thought they would ever be reciprocated. You said you never considered a romantic relationship, and everyone reminded me of that, so this doesn’t feel completely real right now.” 

“I assure you it is real.” 

You finally smiled, and Jumin’s shoulders finally relaxed 

“Let’s just take it slow then?” 

“As slow as you need, my love.” 

Saeyoung

He had been in the apartment for a day and incessantly pushing you away 

He was dangerous. His life was complicated. He couldn’t keep you safe. 

“I can never make you happy MC.” 

You had woken up at 2 a.m. and all you could hear him still tapping away on his keyboard from his spot on the couch 

There was probably a Seven-sized dent in the cushion already

You walked over and sat next to him. His fingers stalled typing for a moment before continuing, his eyes never stopping their glare towards the screen 

“Seven... “ 

“MC, I told you I can’t-” 

“Just listen for 5 minutes okay?” you snapped. He didn’t acknowledge you, but he also didn’t snap back. So that was a win 

“I don’t know everything about what happened with the bomb and the hacker and your brother right now, but I know V knew about it-” 

His fingers finally ceased typing. 

“-I don’t know if it’s his fault, I don’t want to believe it is. But you can’t deny that he knew it. And things got worse and have spiraled to how they are now because he wanted to take responsibility for it all- all by himself. He took all of the weight of all of these secrets, and that’s why things are like this now- at least partially.” 

“Yeah… you’re right about that,” he sighed. 

“I’m not asking for a relationship. Hell, if you don’t even want a friendship that’s fine with me. But whether you like it or not, I’m a part of this now. I have been ever since I answered that first message…” Seven turned to look at you. “Please don’t make that same mistake as V. Share the burden of this with me. Share the weight. I’m not asking you to make me happy, just let me help you right now,” 

Seven reached for your hand, and that was when you noticed you had been picking at your nails. He dropped his head to the back of the couch to look at you; his face only a breath away from yours “I want this too, ya know?” 

“I know.” 

“I can’t.” 

“What about just this once?” you whispered, “We’re alone. No one has to know. And it never has to happen again.” 

Despite his mind screaming at him not to, he leaned in and kissed you. Transmitting all of the emotions he couldn’t speak to you, yet you understood it. His other hand came to cup the back of your head, pulling you as close as possible. 

Neither of you spoke of it after that night. He told you everything though, at least everything he could uncover. 

And when Saeran came back, you were the one who listened to Saeyoung when he broke down about his fears. That he would never get his brother back again. That the Prime Minister would find them. Or that his brother might be right… he might be undeserving 

Over a (VERY) long time, the brothers found their own normal. Found their own path to peace, they hadn’t reached the end yet but knew that they would. 

Saeran could now accept going to therapy, and he was making his own progress. 

And despite all of the chaos of his life, you stayed there. 

You were constant. You were his best friend. Never asking for anything more than to share his life with you- simply because he mattered to you. 

And finally… after his brother could finally get a full night’s rest, his mind traveled back to that night in Rika’s apartment

He wanted nothing more than to recreate it. 

He wasn’t sure if you still felt the same way, but he promised to be honest with you. So he had to try. 

Saeyoung convinced Saeran to go out for the night and then his plan was in motion 

He had put night light space/star stickers on the ceiling of the bunker’s living room. He made a pillow fort and had a queue of all of your favorite movies. 

Then the doorbell rang. And the last time he had been this nervous was when he was infiltrating Mint Eye. 

You smiled at him as you walked inside. “I have standard sleepover attire packed. And I brought Saeran’s favorite ice cream, since they didn’t have it last time.” 

“Saeran actually isn’t here.” 

You scrunched your eyebrows. “Why?” 

“He went out with some friends from that gardening thing he joined.” 

“Oh, I’ll put this in the fridge then,” you said, “What’s the itinerary for tonight?” 

“Standard junk food, including all of your favorites!” he said as he dragged you from the fridge to the kitchen, “And then a movie marathon! Plus my favorite attraction!” 

He pointed up, and a bright smile appeared as you stared at the neon stickers. “Our very own solar system,” you admired. 

“I’ll give you the entire galaxy if that’s what you want.”

You went to ask him when he cupped your face, leaning his face towards yours. Your hands grabbed his jacket instinctively. 

“Do you remember that night?” His eyes traveled from your lips to your eyes. 

“Our ‘once’?” He nodded. “Of course I remember.” 

“What if I don’t want it to be our ‘once’ anymore?” 

You took in a deep breath to calm down your heart. “What would you make it then?” 

“Our beginning?” he mused with a small smile. A smile he didn’t think would grow fully, but… fuck… he wanted it to grow fully. “A beginning without an end.” 

You smiled fully at him. Your tense shoulders relaxing as you shook your head. Your chest light. 

Without words, you answered by pulling him in. Finally continuing on your story with him, as the neon dollar store stars shined above you.

[svnflowervol666]

hi angel! idk if you saw harry dancing with james’s parents but i was wondering if you can write something where the reader is teaching Harry how to dance or they go clubbing! something fluffy or smutty, idk your choice! your writing is so amazing i just had to ask u💕

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: Thank you for the request, lovely!! I did see the clip! God bless his beautiful soul. This is fairly short but still wholesome, in my opinion. If anyone else wants to send in little requests or headcanons to talk about Harry, my inbox is wide open! Take care and tpwk.

“Harry!” she huffed for the millionth time that evening, “You’ve got to take this seriously. We’ve only got a few weeks left.”

Harry rolled his eyes and smacked his peppermint gum loudly, signifying that he was willing to be anything but serious. It was currently 2 o’clock in the morning which was apparently, that was the perfect hour for an impromptu dance lesson.

“Baby,” he reassured her, “I promise ya, everything’s gonna be fine.”

“It’s not going to be fine when you trip over your own feet at our fucking wedding, H.”

The talk of his wedding, their wedding, caused the infamous dimples on Harry’s cheeks to show themselves along with a cheeky grin. Despite being engaged for over a year now, he still got the same fluttering feeling in his chest whenever the topic was mentioned. Whether it was listening to Y/N talk about what color table runners to have at the reception or whether or not to invite his cousin’s girlfriend’s brother, Harry could listen for days on end. The mere thought of seeing Y/N dressed in white and walking down the aisle along a trail of flower petals towards him made his heart soar. 

“Alright,” Harry threw his hands up in surrender, “I’ll be good this time.”

“Thank you,” his lover snided.

The couple made their way back into the proper position, with one of Harry’s hands on her hips and the other holding her left hand up towards his face. Y/N had chosen some soft melody to guide them along, something Harry thinks he might have heard her listen to when she was curating their reception playlist a few days ago, but he wasn’t quite sure.

As the music broke up the silence of the night, the two of them slowly began to sway back and forth with their best effort to match each other’s footsteps. Things were actually going quite well this time. Harry was able to pace himself instead of stepping on Y/N’s bare feet like he had been. He’d remembered what their instructor had told them about counting off the beat in his head, and it was working for him. They almost made it a whole 45 seconds without any trouble, that is, until Harry decided to let his arm that was wrapped around Y/N’s waist travel south towards her bum to give it a firm squeeze.

“HARRY!” she yelled well over the volume of the music playing from the speaker. 

Harry burst into a fit of giggles before he realized she was actually pissed. He was able to catch her before she stomped out of the room, gripping both of her elbows in his large, ringed hands.

“Wait, angel,” he called for her.

“No, H. I’m going to bed.”

She sounded hurt. And it broke Harry’s heart. Suddenly, he became aware of the fact that while he thought he was just taking the piss with what he perceived to be a bullshit practice run, he’s neglected to take into account how much this meant to Y/N. How important it was that their first dance as husband and wife was a moment to remember for a lifetime. 

“Just one more time. I promise I’m good for it. I’m sorry,” his tone was much more serious this time.

Y/N hesitated. She never minded his playfulness. She adored it, really. But to her, first dances at weddings were the best part. And for Harry to disregard how important this was to her struck her deep in her core. 

“Fine, but I mean it. If you try and pull anything else, you’re on the couch tonight.”

“Deal,” Harry responded without skipping a breath.

Harry took the liberty to restart the song. This time, he was much more tender this time, caressing her hip in a way that made him think she might break if he held on too tight. Harry tried his damndest to pull this off. Every inch of him strived to make sure he kept the right amount of distance between them and that he pushed and pulled when he needed to. 

Soon enough, they’d danced longer than they ever had at once and Harry’s nerves dissipated. It was much easier than Harry had thought, he only needed to put the right amount of effort into it like he was now. He let his eyes wander away from the floor where they were focused and they ended up landing on the glimmering rock adorning his future wife’s ring finger. It fit her perfectly, style and size. Harry would never forget the turmoil he endured trying to pick it out for her, nor could he forget the overwhelming sense of relief he felt when she’d told him it was exactly how she’d envisioned her engagement ring to look like ever since she was a teenager.

Harry brought her hand closer to his face so he could kiss her fingertips that were laced in between his with his baby pink lips. She felt the beginnings of his stubble graze her skin, but she didn’t mind. 

“You’re gonna look so pretty at our wedding. In your white dress and your hair all done up,” his voice was low and his accent rang thick throughout the room.

“You haven’t seen my dress yet, H,” she said with a click of her tongue, “And who says I’m wearing my hair up?”

“I don’t need to see your dress t’ know that you’ll still be the most beautiful girl on this Earth.”

Y/N’s heart soared in her chest. Harry was the only man she’d ever met that had made her feel the way she did when she was with him. Even his presence could perk up her mood, however bad it may be. There was nothing more comforting to her than being in his arms. Like how she was now. 

There was a comfortable silence between them. Y/N now had her head lying on Harry’s shoulder, and their dancing had turned into lazy swaying in the dimly lit space of their kitchen where they had decided to have the impromptu dance practice. Neither of them knew how much time had passed before they realized it was nearing 3 o’clock in the morning.

Y/N was the one to break away, much to both hers and Harry’s chagrin. She reached over to turn off the music that had been playing on a loop this whole time before turning back to Harry.

“Thank you for being serious this time,” her voice was laced with sleepiness, “Let’s go to bed.”

Harry took her outstretched hand in his as they walked up the stairs together.

“No, thank you,” he countered her.

“For what?” 

“For loving me enough to be the one beside you for your first dance.”

[ravenbrenna09]

When Isak is Also Even

This story is partially based on this post and here’s AO3 Link

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Since wtfock season 3 has ended, I dived further into the lore and mythos of the Skam universe. Skam was a fandom that I always followed (when it was trending) but it was really Robbe and his season that fully brought me into it. Now, I’m in the midst of watching through Skam NL—I’m at the very beginning of episode 5—and I’m planning on watching España later on because I just love all that I’ve seen with the girl squad. 

But, Lucas always surprised me as a character—but especially as an Isak because he always seemed to have Even-like traits. From what I’ve seen, he’s primarily headcanoned to go on and study art. Because of this, I decided to play around with the idea that he has equal traits of the two. 

Because of this, I wanted to explore the idea that our “Isak” is given the storyline that Even normally represents especially given that Lucas’s own mother is bipolar as well. But, I did write Lucas as closeted as the other Isaks typically are at the beginning of their season—maybe more so?—so that is something to note. Now, of course, this is all fun and it’s just something that I wanted to explore—especially in a one shot. 

but, this is also my birthday gift for @peaceoutofthepieces (who is currently still sleeping rn) and it’s basically midnight for me SO THAT MEANS IT’S OFFICIALLY YOUR BIRTHDAY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY NATALIE AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY.

It’s really short (about a length of a clip of Jij Verliest) but I wish it was so much longer but I couldn’t manage it. I hope you enjoy it <3

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The second that an Even sees their Isak is when their story starts changing, for the better, and life goes on to form something more precious than it was before.

But, this story is different.

Lucas van der Heijden is an Isak—technically, in someone else’s story—but he moved to Antwerp to get away from his father who tried to control his life and breathe down his neck about his medication. His mother had encouraged him to do so—to try new things—and with the Academy sending him an acceptance letter, it seemed so perfect, to go live in his cousin’s spare bedroom and get away from his father. So, because of this, Lucas van der Heijden is also an Even—technically.

One day, in the midst of it all, Lucas spots someone who instantly has his attention. Because Lucas is technically an Even—as much as he is an Isak, the person in his sight is his Isak, in every sense of the word. But, his “Isak” also happens to be another’s “Jonas.”

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Lucas van der Heijden

Standing in front of the classroom, his photography teacher, Mr. Maes, a recent graduate from the Academy who returned to teach, lectured on and on about the various lighting techniques and what they tell the viewer. Mr. Maes had his brown hair meticulously styled. Today, he decided to wear a long-sleeve black shirt that clung a little too tightly to his biceps and a pair of jeans that clung tightly to his hips. Despite Lucas’s interest in the class—photography was his favorite medium and this class was his favorite of the semester—his brain kept fading in and out of the lecture. 

For whatever reason, his eyes kept returning to the curves of his muscles with a frustrating intensity. It was ridiculous that Lucas was getting distracted by something that didn’t interest him at all—outside of an artistic standpoint, of course—and he kept trying to force himself into the lecture. But, his brain also seemed to remind him of the text messages on his phones, the ones his father sent him as a botched attempt to bring him home despite his upcoming exam.

Dad: Come on Lucas. Your mother doesn’t understand.

Lucas: Really? She seemed fine when I called her. I have an art history exam next week that I have to study for. But I guess I don’t understand.

Dad: Lucas, that wasn’t what I meant.

Lucas: I know exactly what you meant.

Shoving away the thoughts of his father’s texts, Lucas’s eyes drifted back to Mr. Maes. Lucas was talking about lighter settings now, but his voice was growing increasingly muffled as the seconds stretched on. Lucas could feel his mind working, mentally sketching the scene in front of him—Mr. Maes enthusiastically talking about the various types of lighting. Normally, Lucas was always attentive during this class—as mentioned previously, it was his favorite class—but his mind continuing to wander was frustrating, to say the least. 

His dad had to message him before his class, didn’t he?

There was a tap on his shoulder, jolting him out of his thoughts. Glancing around the room, Lucas realized that their class had been dismissed and Mr. Maes was conversing with several students who lingered. Lucas felt his cheeks flush, his thoughts returning to his head, as he tried to shove them away. 

Eager for a distraction, Lucas turned to the person who broke him from his trance. His classmate, and friend of about a month, was standing beside him with his leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. Sander Driesen was shorter than Lucas with short brown hair that was growing out. He always wore some sort of graphic t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans and Doc Martens. His Instagram was covered with pictures of him with bleach-blond hair—something that Sander insisted was returning as soon as his hair grew out again.

While they had bonded in the classroom, Lucas had met Sander two weeks before the semester starting… at their therapist’s office. Once they found out that they went to the same college—and found out they shared a class, they had become close. Sander was taking the class as an elective, but they still collaborated when given the chance. Sander knew about Lucas’s father and the spiral that ended with his diagnosis and his grief over leaving his mother. Lucas knew about Sander’s fascination for spray painting and his diagnosis at the age of sixteen and his artistic muse—his boyfriend who had hair that curled when it was too long.

A week ago, Lucas learned from his new roommate, Zoë, that Robbe, Sander’s boyfriend, had his room last autumn—but Lucas still hadn’t gotten the chance to physically meet him. Even though Sander had shown him every picture that he had of Robbe. 

Sander stepped out of his way to let Lucas out and they slipped past their professor, who didn’t seem to notice Lucas’s absent mind. But, Sander did, asking as they headed out of the college, “Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah,” Lucas said, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s just my dad being an ass, trying to get me to come home because my mom doesn’t ‘understand’ or whatever.” Sander scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I called her and told her that it was because of my Art History test next Wednesday.” 

“Yeah, those Art History tests can be brutal,” Sander admitted. 

“Thanks for the support.”

“You’re welcome.” 

As they stepped outside of the building, the sunlight shined down upon them. On most days, the sun was energizing and bright. But, today, it felt daunting and tiring to Lucas. It might’ve been his text messages with his father, but the fact he got little sleep wasn’t helping matters. His cousin was… loud and Lucas didn’t have noise-canceling headphones like Zoë had acquired. Before Sander stepped away, Lucas asked, “What are your plans for the day?”

“Robbe and I are going out to dinner with some of his friends,” Sander said. “What about you? Did you want to come?” 

“No, thank you though. I can’t today. I’m going to buy noise-canceling headphones and study some more for that brutal Art History test,” Lucas said. 

“Milan?” Sander asked, grimacing. Lucas fervently nodded his head and Sander chuckled. “Maybe, one of these days, you can get him back someday.” 

“I doubt it,” Lucas said. There was a flash of movement over Sander’s shoulder and Lucas’s eyes found it immediately. A person was running in their direction—or more specifically at them—with curly brown hair and a face that Lucas knew intimately for someone he never physically met. Before Lucas could even form a warning to Sander, Robbe was jumping onto his friend’s back. The force had nearly knocked Sander over and Lucas moved to help

Sander quickly found his balance, gripping onto Robbe’s thighs like a lifeline to keep him stable. The leather jacket that Sander held in his hand had hit the pavement and Lucas bent down to pick it up. His boyfriend’s legs were wrapped tightly around his waist and his arms bound around his shoulders. As Robbe pressed kisses against his boyfriend’s cheek, Sander exhaled, relaxing, “For fuck’s sake, baby, don’t do that.” 

“Sorry,” Robbe said, giggling with a wide grin on his face. Sander reached out his hand to Lucas, making a grabbing motion for the leather jacket, and he handed it over without hesitation. As if noticing Lucas for the first time, Robbe glanced over at Lucas. “Oh, you must be Lucas, right? I’m Robbe.”

Lucas chuckled, glancing at Sander. “Yeah, I know who you are.” 

“What do you mean?” Robbe asked. “I’ve never met—” There was a look of realization on his face and his cheeks flushed instant. Immediately, Robbe turned shy, burying his face in the crook of Sander’s neck. Lucas was barely able to hear a muffled, “That’s so embarrassing.” 

Sander chuckled. “Don’t worry, I only showed him the PG sketches.”

Robbe pulled himself from Sander’s neck to say. “And that’s supposed to make me feel better?!” 

“Woah,” Lucas said. He waved his arms as though he could somehow block out the newfound information tainting his mind. He covered his ears and took a step back away from the couple. “That’s too much information.” Still holding Robbe on his back, Sander nearly doubled over in laughter and Robbe gripped onto him tighter. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sander. If I can even look you in the eye anymore.”

“You’ll understand one day,” Sander said, moving in the way Robbe had come. He lifted Robbe a little higher on his back as they walked away. “Goodbye, Lucas! I hope your dad stops being an ass and you study for your test!” 

“Thanks,” Lucas said. “I’ll do my best. Nice to officially meet you, Robbe!” 

“You too!”

Sander turned away, taking Robbe with him. Lucas watched the happy couple moved away from the school intertwined and holding onto each other. Robbe was still high on Sander’s back, clinging to him like a koala, and his face buried into Sander’s neck. The two of them looked so happy and proud, intertwined with one another so easily and simply. Lucas felt a sense of longing flash briefly in his chest as he watched their retreating forms.

Lucas moved in the opposite direction. His mind was already marking the path to the video store to buy a pair of the best noise-canceling headphones. As he pivoted to leave, his eyes caught sight of Sander and Robbe with someone else and—for whatever reason—Lucas halted to a stop without having gone too far away from his original destination. 

There was a tall guy was walking up to Sander and Robbe. Behind him, two guys were chatting loudly but Lucas couldn’t hear him—and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the guy in the center. The guy in question was taller than all of his friends, but his shoulders were slumped a little. Even though he had a maroon hoodie over his head, Lucas could tell that his hair was a jet black. Lucas could see his sharp jaw and the upturn of his lips as he teased Sander and Robbe.

He was beau—

Lucas cut off his thoughts, abruptly turning around. 

Lucas’s brain was screaming at him to turn around, to make up some excuse as to why he can join, simply to find out the name of the beau—no, the man there. But, Lucas knew that he couldn’t. It wouldn’t make any sense for him to change his mind now. Forcing one foot to move in front of the other, forcing himself away from the guy that had captured his attention, Lucas swallowed deeply as he tried to keep his thoughts even. 

Lucas had never been like that before. 

It wouldn’t make sense for him to be like that now. 

But, as he turned the corner, Lucas snuck a glance back to him—just to see the guy smile dazzlingly at Robbe and Sander.

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Note: There was supposed to be a second part of this from Jens’ POV a few weeks later where Jens would actually meet him, but I wasn’t able to get it on time. I hope you enjoy this section and maybe I’ll do Jens’ POV after Jij Verliest ends?

[misssunflowersandsangria]

Mine

Happy Day 4 of @shikakuweek ! I didn’t originally have a plan to write for today but I got hit by a burst of inspiration.  There’s so much to explore in Shikaku/Yoshino’s relationship.  I loved writing this story, I hope that you all enjoy it too.  There are parts of this that reference the events from another story/chapter, “Meant to Be,”  but you don’t need to have read it to understand what’s going on.  My headcanon is that Shikaku and Yoshino knew each other when they were really little and she’s loved him since then.  Anyway, I’ll leave you to it.  Enjoy!

Prompt:  Romance

Summary:  He wasn’t bothered by it. Not at all. 

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Mine 

“I don’t like her,”  Shikaku repeated once again while his teammates looked at him unconvinced. 

It was a typical evening out and his team had decided to spend it at their favorite restaurant.  Yoshino and her friends had also been there and this led to the inevitable discussion about their relationship.  

Inoichi stared at him with a challenge set in his eyes.  “So you’re saying that if I asked her out, it wouldn’t bother you.” 

Shikaku shrugged in response.  “By all means, you wanna saddle yourself down to someone like her that’s your funeral”

To his surprise, the blonde man made his way over to her with a grin on his face. 

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“Hey Inoichi! How are you?”  Yoshino greeted him warmly.  She loved Shikaku’s teammates and she was forever grateful that they watched over him.

“I’m good, your future husband is being a nightmare.” 

Yoshino smiled at the thought.  “Why?”

“He said that he wouldn’t care if I asked you out, which we both know he most definitely would.”   Yoshino laughed at the explanation, understanding Shikaku’s glare from the other side of the room.

“He’s still far too stubborn. It’s alright, I think I’m starting to wear him down.” 

“How’s your medical ninjutsu?”  The blonde asked curiously, feeling Shikaku’s cold stare on the back of his neck.  

“Pretty good, why?”

“I might need it if he stabs me for this.  Come on let’s get a drink.” 

Disbelief and shock were keeping Shikaku restrained to his seat in the crowded restaurant.  The look on his face caused Choza to worry about breaking up a fight. 

“So you’re really just going to let this happen,”  Choza asked his friend who had been silently stewing in his seat.  

“They’re free to date whoever they want.” 

Choza shook his head annoyed at his teammates.  “One of your best friends slash teammate is asking out the girl that you won’t admit you love and you’re just going to sit here.”

“Yes.”  

Choza dropped his face into his hands. “We’re doomed.” 

“Why?”

“Because clearly I’m the only one with brains on this team.” 

The rest of the night Shikaku just glared at them watching as she smiled and laughed in his friend’s direction. 

‘What the hell could she be laughing at?  Inoichi isn’t that funny.’  Shikaku grumbled to himself.   

“Stop being so stubborn and go over there.”  Choza tried to reason with him. 

“I’m not being stubborn and I don’t need to go over there.  I mean she’s obviously just being polite.”

“Jealousy is an ugly emotion.”

Shikaku’s mouth was pulled in a tight line.  “Well, then it’s a damn good thing that I’m not jealous.”

Choza shook his head with a frown of disbelief.  And yet Shikaku complained that Yoshino was the stubborn one.  He threw back another drink.  Tonight’s tab was going to be on them. 

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Yoshino swirled her drink, an uncommon look of defeat in her eyes. “It’s tough Inoichi. I don’t know if he’s ever going to want to be with me.”  They had many conversations about his teammate and she appreciated how supportive he had always been. 

Inoichi looked at her surprised.  Recently, it felt like something had changed between the two of them.  Even now she was wearing the hair clip that Shikaku had given her weeks ago.  

“Where’s this coming from.  Since I’ve known you, you’ve been on this path to becoming a Nara.”

“After he gave me this I honestly thought things would change.  It’s been weeks and he feels even more distant than before.  He hasn’t acknowledged my existence once tonight.  We’re getting older, it hurts getting rejected all the time ya know.  You know how stubborn he can be, if I keep pushing he’s just going to move further and further away from me.  If I want any chance then maybe I need to back off a little bit.”  She rested her head tiredly against his shoulder. 

“Hey, he’d be lucky to have a girl like you.”

She’d been thinking about this for a few weeks now. Those precious moments in the cherry blossom grove seemed almost like a dream.  It might be time to wake up.   “He deserves the best, that’s all I’ve ever wanted for him.  Maybe though, that’s not me.”  

Inoichi patted her head comfortingly, annoyed with his friend.  “Don’t give up just yet.  Come on, let’s get you home.”  They made their way over to his teammates to say good night. Just being this close to Shikaku was breaking Yoshino’s heart. 

“It’s getting late, I’m going to walk Yoshino home-“. Inoichi was cut off by Shikaku standing up to his full height. 

“No problem. I’ll walk with her.”  Shikaku announced moving to her side protectively.

Inoichi had to hide his grin. Shikaku was pissed. “It’s okay buddy, I’ve got it.”

“I insist.”  He took her hand in his, leading her outside.  “Come on Yoshi time to go home.” 

Inoichi and Choza watched the couple leave with a smirk. 

“Well, my work here is done.”

If Shikaku was as smart as everyone thought he wouldn’t let her go so easily. 

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It was a chilly, starry evening in Konoha.  Shikaku instinctively pulled Yoshino closer to his side to keep her warm.  Her hand was still clutched in his.  He was purposely taking her the long way home and if she noticed she didn’t mention it.  

“So, when are you two going out?”  He asked curiously trying to keep the look on his face passive.  He knew it probably wasn’t his business but he needed to know.  

Yoshino smiled at him with a shake of her head.  “Come on Shikaku he would never actually ask me out. Besides, he knows where my heart is. I would have never accepted.” 

“Yoshino…”

Tears began to appear in her eyes.  It was now or never.  “Look, you know how I feel about you.  How I’ve always felt about you.  I’ve held onto a lot of hope that we’d end up together eventually but maybe I was just trying to force my own feelings onto you and that isn’t fair.  I saw how many girls were staring at you in there.  You probably don’t realize it but they’re always watching you.  I’ve just selfishly tried to keep you all to myself.  But, I think that the best way to show you how much I love you is to let you go.”

Shikaku’s heart dropped, confusion clouding his face.   “What?  What are you saying?”

“Shikaku, I love you.  I’ve loved you since you foolishly tried to defend me from those bullies then I knocked them out myself.  But love without freedom isn’t love.  So after tonight, I’ll keep my distance.  I’ll give you space to find whoever it is that you think deserves your heart.”  She reached up to kiss his cheek.  

“Goodbye, my dear.”  His hand lifted to touch where she kissed his cheek watching her walk further and further away from him. 

“Wait!”  Yoshino felt herself still seeing shadows trapping her in place.

“You can’t just say that and decide the future of our relationship like that.”

“What future?”

He paced back and forth trying to get his thoughts in order.  “For years you’ve been telling me that we're supposed to get married, that you knew that we belonged together. Don’t I owe you trees in the forest?  How can you just give up?”

Yoshino’s shoulders dropped in defeat confused by his frustration.  “I don’t know what you want from me Shikaku.  I can’t have anyone else but you.  You’ve always said that us together isn’t possible.  You could easily just walk away, leave me here and move on but I can’t do that.  I’ll never be able to just stop my feelings for you but if I know that your heart is safe with someone that you want then I think I’ll be okay.” 

He reached up to grip at his hair.  “God, woman it’s you I want.”

Her eyes widened at the declaration  “Shikaku?”

“I can’t believe how stupid I’ve been.  Time and time again you’ve offered me your heart and I just kept rejecting it but you stayed.  I guess that I never allowed myself to believe that how you felt about me was real.  I’m so sorry.  Despite how I acted and what I might have said I think that I was selfishly keeping you tied to me.  So that you would always be mine.”

He took a deep breath resting his forehead against hers.  “All night I was watching you with Inoichi, really fucking upset and jealous.  He’s one of my best friends and I wanted to knock him out cold because he got to see your smile.  The one that I always work so hard to earn.  I began to panic because even if it wasn’t him someone else could steal you away from me.  Until tonight, I never imagined that could happen.”

A warm hand cradled her face, his thumb brushing away her tears.  “Yoshino I love you.”

He felt her tears raining between them while they kissed his arms wrapped around her tight.  He spent years denying how he felt, how much she meant to him and just how much he loved her.  His demanding, beautiful, wonderful Love.  

She gazed up at him with a watery smile. Her heart was whole and complete.  “I love you too Shikaku.” 

Yoshino hugged him tightly, her head resting against his heart.  She shut her eyes tightly overwhelmed and relieved.  He loved her.  She had always believed that this was the path that their relationship would take but she wasn’t prepared for how wonderful it felt.   

“Why are you still crying?”  Shikaku asked worriedly, brushing her tears away. She reached up to kiss him, relishing in the fact that she could do so freely. He was relieved feeling her smile against his lips.

She curled into his chest, his strong arms wrapping her up securely.  “I'm just really happy.”    

A lifetime of shared memories ran through her head knowing they had many more to look forward to.  He had been, and would always be hers.   

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Always:  A Shikaku/Yoshino ficlet collection

My Dear

My Love

Meant to Be

Mine

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The Yamanakas are the best wingmen.  :D  every incarnation of InoShikaCho is precious.  I need more stories about the InoShikaCho daddies.  

That’s all I’ve got for the week!  Thanks for celebrating with me.  I’ll enjoy seeing everyone’s submissions for the rest of the week.  Thank you especially to @shikakunaras for moderating and a special shoutout to @temarihime ! Go read and love all their stuff!!!   Love to everyone in the Nara Clan!  

[blu-joons]

Married To Hoseok ~ BTS Headcanon

Your Wedding

Hobi had gone all out to make your wedding day as extravagant as him, it was a huge occasion for you both after all

Together you’d spend endless nights deciding on even the smallest of details, making sure that you were both happy with it all

In the end, it was exactly how you’d imagined, neither of you could have been happier with how it all came together

Between you, a lot of tears were shed. He’d tried to be strong, and brave, but as soon as he saw you walk down the aisle the floodgates opened.

“You look incredible, I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

Only those who meant the most to you came, it was inclusive, only your friends and families allowed

It was clear to everyone how in love you both were, Hobi still wanted the day to solely be about you, nothing else

His speech was a mess, interrupted constantly by his sobs when he got to bit that made him cry, tears of laughter in some circumstances

Of course, his six best mates were his six groomsmen

You couldn’t have wished for six better people to look after Hobi on your wedding day, constantly handing him tissues to dry his eyes

“We’ve got a little surprise that we’ve been holding back, we really hope you like it Y/N. It’s dedicated to you.”

You couldn’t believe your eyes when a flash mob appeared around your reception, knowing it was all Hobi’s doing

As the evening drew in, the two of you decided to find a little hideout so you could spend some time with each other

Easily, it was the best day of your life, it was what dreams were made of

Together you knew you had the rest of your lives together, however scary the future looked sometimes

The next few days were spent slowly taking your wedding apart, finding little keepsakes you wanted to hold onto

Half the time the boys did most of the job whilst the two of you sat and reminisced about it all

Instantly, you were sent photos from your day from friends, looking back and printing lots of them off

“I wish we could get married every day, it’s like living a dream; a fairy-tale.”

“It was a day neither of us will ever forget.”

Being Married To Each Other

Knowing everything had gone so well made the two of you feel on top of the world over the next few days, it was absolute perfection

As part of your celebrations, Hobi took a couple of weeks off from work to be able to spend time with his new wife

“I dread to think of the dance routines they are probably going to come up with whilst I’m away.”

“I’m sure it won’t be too bad, what’s the worst that could happen? A whip from Tae, or a floss from Jin?”

The two of you often walked back through the park where your reception was held when walking Mickey to think back over the day

He’d point out where everything was, and highlight where all his best memories of the day had taken place

Sometimes, looking in the bits of grass you still found pieces of confetti that you’d slip into your pocket to keep

It took a while sometimes to remember that you were a Jung now; forgetting your new surname was something you became pretty good at

Once everything at home had been sorted, then you could go on your honeymoon together, for a week of relaxation

For a while the two of you lived in complete bliss, the term ‘honeymoon phase,’ definitely applied to the two of you

Both your dress and his suit were kept in your wardrobes, making sure they were in pristine condition

He loved to tell everyone that you were his wife; he was the luckiest guy in the world, like he’d told you on your special day, and he wanted everyone to know it

He’d never felt a love like he had with you, and he was determined to remind you of that, always

Over the next couple of weeks, he taught you the choreography of his flash mob, so you could do it for yourself too

Jungkook and Taehyung also sent you all the photos they had taken from your day

“In all of these photos you’re crying Hobi, is there any where you’re not?”

“I’m sure there will be somewhere, we might just have to search for it.”

Even looking back through your wedding photos brought a tear to his eye as he remembered all the special times you shared

Quite quickly he began to look to the future, the two of you were settling down, and being married, he knew being a husband was his number one responsibility

Everyone was asking when you were going to take the next step in life, expecting the two of you to be the next in your friendship group to be pregnant

Your house was filled with several gifts from friends and family, as well as many from the Army who wanted to play the smallest part in your celebrations

Between you, you were overwhelmed by it all, and slightly fearful about having to sort all of it out

More of his time in interviews and on shoots was asked about you, again pressurising when you were going to have children

Dating an idol, you certainly had your fair share of doubters, but getting married put all of those to bed

You’d always been close to his family, but they were around you much more often as you began to spend more time at home focusing on your family

Every day he would still surprise you with little gestures or notes like he had done when the two of you first started dating

As important as the band was, he wanted to spend much more time with you, and often kept you by his side during different events

It meant a lot to you too how much more involved he was in your relationship, and spending time with you

Everything truly felt like it was coming together

 Your Honeymoon

The two of you were desperate to have a chance just to relax on your honeymoon, work had been a priority for too long between the both of you

You spent your honeymoon on a nearby island, where no one would know you, or recognise you

It was a place he’d been before, with the boys, but when he told you about it, you knew you wanted to explore it for yourself too

He wanted to see more of the island too, and be able to do his own thing, which mostly consisted of laying out on the beach and relaxing

In the whole of your relationship, the two of you had never been able to spend this much quality time together before

Every day was a new adventure, as you spent your time gaining new experiences and making plenty of memories together

A lot of videos were made of your honeymoon to go with your wedding album to be able to look over in the future

Your wedding was often the topic of discussion at the dinner table

“All this food reminds me of the food at the wedding; it was delicious.”

“Even Jin told me how nice it was, and his eyes, no one is as good a cook as he is.”

The boys were always in contact with you too, sending you clips of their dancing, which you’d then have to sit through Hobi moaning about

During your honeymoon, he showed you some of the activities he did with the boys, knowing you’d enjoy them

It was nice, for once, to not have any cameras or fans around. Hobi loved it, but he often worried about it all getting too much for you still

His arms would permanently be wrapped around you, keeping you close to him whilst you were walking around

You’d bought a few little presents to take home with you, knowing how much the boys loved the island on the occasion they went

If you were honest, neither of you wanted to go home, but it was inevitable

As soon as you landed, you were greeted by six, very excitable faces

“We want to know everything about your trip, do you think the eight of us should go back there one day on holiday?”

 Marital Issues

Most of your arguments were about small, pointless things. Most of the time, you were far too happy and smiley to argue with each other

He was good at holding his tongue from when the boys wound him up, so he was often able to do it with you too

Having been together for so long, you knew when the other was getting irritated, and you’d try your best to stop it from surfacing

Naturally, there were times when you’d get annoyed with him, and vice versa, but nothing ever came of it

He was always so calm, if you were angry, instead of arguing, he’d just try and help you relax and forget about things

Sometimes on purpose, you’d tried to get an argument about him, but he was far too sweet to raise his voice at you

Arguments were for when you were still learning about each other, you knew far too much about each other to be able to start an argument now

He was more rational, whilst you were irrational, getting frustrated instantly, without taking a moment to yourself sometimes when you needed to

The only time he ever got angry at you was if you doubted his choreography, even if he had asked you for your opinion on it

Most commonly, you’d get annoyed if he was too loud, or too excitable, there were rare times when you just wanted some peace and quiet in the house

“Hobi, I’m trying to read my book, can you just be quiet for one moment.”

“Why do you always pick on me? I can’t help being such a bundle of energy all the time.”

Together, you were still two big kids, often messing around and laughing your arguments away

  Looking To The Future

From the moment he met you, deep down Hobi knew that he wanted to start a family with you, but only when the time was right

He’d spend hours some days imagining your family, walking around your house envisioning the moment kids entered your life

For so long, his career had been at the forefront, but now he had other chapters he wanted to write in his life

“Only when you feel like you’re at the right stage will we start a family Hobi.”

Moving out of the dorm was a big step for him, he’d spent so many years with the six of them, moving out took a lot out of him

Yet, they were round your house most days, knowing you took the best care of them, together they could barely function without you

There was no rush, he wanted to enjoy being married for a while before children entered the frame

He was relaxed in your relationship, and he had his whole future to plan out your family and time it to perfection

All he knew, was that a family was what he wanted in the future, whenever that time may be

The Boys Take On Your Marriage

It was impossible for the boys not to love you considering how well you looked after them, and cared for them

To them all you were a sister figure, but more so to Jungkook who’d grown up with an elder brother, you gave him the best advice

“It’s not the same as speaking to my brother, you give me proper advice, advice that I always know will help me out.”

Jimin was often the third wheel in your relationship, getting involved with all your jokes and childish behaviour

In Namjoon, you had a big brother, he might be the leader of BTS, but that extended to you too, making sure you were alright

“If you don’t want to talk to Hobi about something, you know you can always talk to me.”

Taehyung loved to take pictures of you both, and save them to surprise you with on special occasions

When Hobi irritated him, Yoongi loved to make him jealous, by sitting beside you or resting on you whilst he was trying to sleep

When you’d had long days, Jin would take the responsibility of taking care of you, rather than it always being the other way around

Sometimes, you questioned if you’d married one or seven boys, but you would never have it any other way

Seeing Hobi so in love, was all they ever wanted

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Masterlist

[catflowerqueen]

Deja vu (Oh, the Irony)

Here’s chapter two! I’ll try to get another one up soon, but I make no promises--I may be on break right now, but, alas, that doesn’t mean I still don’t have actual work to do. That and familial obligations over the holidays. Fun ones, of course, but it still means I won’t have as much time to write.

I might post headcanons or ramblings if anyone is interested, though.

And these chapters are also up on my fanfiction .net accounts and ao3

Chapter 2: Talking Heads

 …and then, with a singular voice, Drowzee, Chatot, and the other apprentices all screamed, “YOU DID WHAAAAAAAT?!!!”

 This, of course, was the wrong thing to do when around small children, especially when said children are already on edge from suddenly finding themselves in a strange place, surrounded by strange people, and with no familiar comforts in sight. The little human girl—presumably Laura—had her hands occupied, so her only defense against the loud noise and tension was to screw her eyes shut and hunch over as much as possible, trying to use her shoulders to cover her ears. Paula, now an adorable pichu, had both of her paws free… but rather than use them to cover her large ears, she instead used them to give a death-grip on Laura’s already rumpled collar and begin wailing in terror. Which, of, course, made the human carrying her almost drop her in shock… which set off another round of wailing at an even higher pitch. But it also succeeded in shutting everyone else up and making them cringe in shame for having frightened someone so little and adorable.

 Everyone, except Drowzee, that is, who instead gave a low moan of “Oh no… not again…!” before he dropped the human’s hand in favor of moving around so that he was standing in front of the two kids and tried to calm the little pichu down. “H-hey, it’s… okay!” he said a bit frantically, making shushing noises and waving his hands in front of himself, as if he both wanted to scoop her out of the human’s arms in order to better soothe her but was also too terrified to make the attempt. “C’mon, Paula, we’re all really, really sorry for yelling and being noisy! We promise not to do it again, so there’s no reason to—!”

 But that, apparently, was also the wrong thing to say, as the poor thing’s wailing did not cease, and she started adding in tearful shouts of “No! No! No!” in amongst her pitiful cries, her cheeks sparking a little as she shook her head, managing to clip the human’s face with her large ears each time. Laura, for her part, did not seem to care about that overly much, and actually seemed to be less upset about the noise in general now that it was only coming from one source. The hand not holding the Tiny Mouse Pokémon—which she had used to cover one of her ears after it was finally freed from Drowzee’s grasp—slowly came down and cradled the back of Paula’s head, creating a more stable hold. She frowned, glancing briefly at the electric-type in her arms before turning her attention to Drowzee and his ineffectual efforts at trying to control the situation.

 “I don’t think you’re helping, Mr. Drowzee,” she told him seriously. Or at least as seriously as a small child—practically a toddler, really—could get. It was such an unexpected statement coming from such an unexpected source that Drowzee immediately shut up and actually reeled back a bit in shock. But she paid no further attention to him, instead turning back towards Paula. She jostled her a bit, startling Paula into a brief moment of silence, which Laura then took full advantage of by saying, “Hey. Hey, you… uh… is your name really Paula?”

Paula looked at her, blinking her teary eyes in surprise that the strange girl was actually asking her about her name, instead of just assuming that these strangers throwing it around were right about what it was. Which… yeah, they were, but Paula didn’t know who they were; they didn’t look like they were her parents’ friends, or anything like the pokémon in the picture Ricky had sent of his team’s fellow apprentices in the guild he was training at, so she didn’t know how they knew who she was. And she didn’t like that—especially since she didn’t know where she even was, aside from “definitely not home.” But… she guessed the girl holding her was okay, even if she looked weird. Her eyes were pretty, and it was nice of her to offer to carry her around—especially since that grate that Mr. Drowzee had tried to get her to step on earlier was really, really scary, and it looked like it would tickle her feet, or that she would fall through into the darkness below if she tried to stand on it. So, it would probably be okay to introduce herself.

 She nodded a little, and then leaned up so that she could whisper, “Uh huh… I’m Paula… Paula Sparks,” into her ear. Except she wasn’t all that great at whispering at the moment, since her throat was all scratchy from all the crying and yelling she was doing earlier, so all of the other strangers probably heard her, too.

 The human took that in stride. “It’s nice to meet you!” she announced “And everyone here! Even if everyone’s really confused ‘n’ stuff.” At this point she dropped her head down to “whisper” into Paula’s large ears and, “I don’ think they know what’s goin’ on either.” Again, everyone else heard this because she apparently wasn’t any better than Paula was at whispering, even if she didn’t have the handicap of a sore throat like Paula did. But after that “whispered” pronouncement, she paused, and then drew herself back up to her full height and said, rather bluntly, “My arms are tired. I’mma put you down now, ‘kay?”

 Paula, whose tears had mostly stopped by that point, frowned in obvious disappointment, her lips quivering into a pout, before she shakily nodded. She sniffled a bit after she was set down, and rubbed the tears from her eyes. But it wasn’t as if Laura was abandoning her completely, since as soon as Paula sat down, the human immediately plopped down beside her. She then rolled onto her stomach, propped her head up with her hands, and began kicking her legs in the air behind her as she stared at the adults around her expectantly.

 After a moment of their rather wary staring right back at her, supremely confused by the fact that she was the one taking charge of the situation, considering her older self’s personality, Chatot awkwardly cleared his throat.

 “…Right then,” he began. “Now that we’ve all… er… calmed down a bit, I suppose that the first thing we should do is figure out what we know for sure about the situation at hand. So that would mean… Drowzee.”

 “Oh!” Drowzee tore his eyes away from the sight of the kids—Laura having pretty quickly decided that her arms were just as tired while supporting her head as they had been while holding Paula, and thus having rolled onto her back, limbs spread out like a star and head tilted backwards to watch the group from upside down while Paula basically faceplanted into her stomach, having decided that her fellow child would make a serviceable pillow—in surprise upon being addressed. “Yes?” he asked. “What, uh… what can I do for you?”

 “Can you please tell us exactly what happened when you met up with Team Rainbow this evening?” Chatot asked. “And how they changed from their normal selves into… this?”

 “Oh! Yeah, yeah sure, I can do that,” Drowzee said. “I don’t really understand it… and I’m not entirely sure what happened to cause this… but this is what I saw: Like I said, I wasn’t expecting to actually get here until tomorrow, but the journey took less time than I thought it would. Just as I was making my way to the crossroads, I happened to see Team Rainbow a little way away. I called out a greeting to Paula, and she answered back with…

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“Oh! Hey, Drowzee!” Paula called back, turning around from where she was leaning down and talking to her partner. Laura was, rather worryingly, sitting on the ground, head in her knees, and breathing somewhat heavily. She did tilt her head a bit and peek her eyes out at him, however.

 “Are you okay?” he asked in worry. “It’s kind of late out…”

           Paula nodded. “Yeah, we’re fine,” she affirmed. “We were on our way back, but we picked up tons of cool treasure today, so our bag is heavier than normal and Laura just needed to stop and take a break for a bit.”

           Drowzee stole a glance at their bag where it sat on the ground near Laura’s feet, the strap looped around her arm. While it did, admittedly, look a bit bulgier than normal Treasure Bags usually did, he knew that he’d seen her and Paula toting it around when it was much heavier and fuller looking without breaking a sweat. Coupled with the fact that Laura still looked like she had bags under her eyes, even weeks after the whole Dreamy Blackmailer fiasco—and Paula, too, now that he got a bit of a closer look—and it painted a darker picture than what Paula was trying to describe. But given that the very presence of the eye-bags indicated that the two were likely not as relaxed or recovered as Paula’s cheeriness was trying to lead him to believe, he decided not to comment.

           “…Right,” he said, instead of calling her out on the fact that all was not as fine as she wanted to make it appear. It would likely only make them try even harder and less successfully to convince him of the notion that they were fine. He compromised by suggesting, “In that case, you should definitely make sure to get a good night’s sleep tonight.”

             But this was apparently the wrong thing to say, as Paula outright flinched at the suggestion, growing pale at the thought, and Laura, while her reaction wasn’t quite as extreme, still hid her eyes again and gave a mournful sigh.

             “Do you… ah… do you want me to see if Cresselia can come over and help?” Drowzee said, frowning at the sight and feeling anxious to do something, anything, to help his friends.

             “No, no, really! We’re fine!” Paula tried to assure him, frantically shaking her head as the color came back to her face.

           “…It’s okay if you still aren’t. You two have been through a lot recently, and—”

             “I…” Paula trailed off with a sigh, a pained look on her face. “I—we… we know. And we know everyone is still really worried about us, but…”

             “…Even he would say that nightmares at this point wouldn’t help anything… and the only way we can think of to help with that is to make some better memories to dream about,” Laura finished, raising her head to look at him straight in the eyes.

             Paula winced at the reminder… but it was more of a resigned wince, if anything, and Drowzee supposed that if that was going to be her only reaction, then it meant things really were improving for her. At least a little bit. Also, the fact that Laura could actually talk about these things and look at him in the eyes again, despite how up close and personal he’d gotten with all her issues during his most recent trip inside her head could only point to good things. Still… if he’d learned anything from this most recent trial, it was that recovery was a process, and sometimes it was the little things that helped the most.

             “Well, just so long as you’re aware…” he began, “in any case, it’s actually good that I caught you out here; considering that Cresselia was briefly a member of Team Rainbow, I wanted to see if you had any advice on how to balance the duties of a legendary with, well, everything else.”

             The two looked relieved at the topic change. “Sure thing!” Paula said eagerly. “But, uh… I’m not sure how much help we’ll be considering that the lack of a proper balance is what made her have to leave in the first place…”

             “Well, at least you’ll be able to tell me what not to do, then, right?” Drowzee said, a smirk on his face as he offered Laura a hand up. She took it, a small grin of her own appearing on her face. She then went to heft Team Rainbow’s Treasure Bag over her shoulder, but Drowzee stopped her, making grabby motions with his other hand. “Nah, let me go ahead and carry it the rest of the way for you—consider it a bit of payment for the advice.”

             Laura rolled her eyes, grin still on her face, before she handed the bag over, their hands briefly brushing as she did so. But just as she turned and began to take her first steps toward the crossroads, she suddenly stumbled, a wince crossing her face, and brought her hands up to her temples.

             “Laura? Are you okay?” Paula asked in worry, scampering closer to her partner.

             Laura made a noise of discomfort, but then she nodded. “D-Dimensional Scream,” she explained, as her eyes began to glow and acquire the far-off look that had become so familiar.

             Drowzee couldn’t help but be a bit curious about the process. After all, he hadn’t had as much experience with it as the others had, considering how often he was away from town—and since it apparently was this ability which had led to his capture during his outlaw days, he was doubly interested. Not that he was resentful of it, or anything, since he really had needed someone to put him on the straight and narrow. But he couldn’t help but be curious about what, exactly, Laura had seen that day… he hoped it wasn’t anything too bad—he knows that he said some not-so-nice things to Azurill that had scared him, and that he was still ashamed of to this day. Then again, considering that he had literally wandered through some of the darkest, most painful and private parts of Laura’s mind recently, he figured that if she had seen some of his more painful and embarrassing moments, it would only be fair. …That being said, though, considering that he was one of the last things she touched before this Dimensional Scream activated, and even he knew enough about the ability to know that touch was what triggered the visions, he really hoped that the vision she was having right now involving him wasn’t too embarrassing. Or that at least if was and involved something happening in the future, she would be able to describe it enough that he could mitigate the chance that anyone else would witness the embarrassing display. …Maybe in that case he could get her to describe it to him sometime when Paula wasn’t around.

             Of course, there was always the possibility that the bag had been the trigger, or that it was something else innocuous, so he supposed he would just have to wait and see. Luckily, it looked like the vision was ending now, so he wouldn’t have to wait too long. …Then again, the fact that Laura’s face was rapidly losing color, even as she blinked her way back to the present, did not bode very well…

             “…Laura? Are you okay?” Paula asked, catching the unease on her face. When Laura failed to say anything, she gave her shoulder a firm shake. “Laura?” she asked, a desperate note entering her voice. “What did you see?”

             The worry in her partner’s voice finally broke Laura out of her stupor, and she gave a quick glance in her direction, before turning a rather haunted look towards Drowzee, and then her gaze dropped to her hands.

             “…No… but that’s…” she stumbled back a few steps, her limbs trembling as she covered her eyes. “That can’t be…”

             “…L-Laura?” Drowzee called, starting to feel scared about what, exactly, his friend just saw in her vision. He took a step forward, hand outstretched as if he wanted to grasp her shoulder—whether to offer comfort or prevent her from moving away again, he wasn’t sure—but before he could take another step Laura flinched back violently.

             “L-Laura?!” he and Paula called out as one, obvious distress in their voices.

             Laura gasped, her fingers parting briefly so that the two could see the lost gaze of her rainbow-colored eyes. But then she glanced between the two of them, winced at the looks on their faces, and then covered them again before taking a shaky inhale for courage and dropping her hands again to look Drowzee squarely in the eyes.

             “You… I saw…” her courage briefly failed and she trailed off, looking lost, but it seemed it was only a momentary faltering, she quickly shook her head and took another inhale, steadying herself. “I saw you, Drowzee, along with Marill, Chatot, and Guildmaster Wigglytuff. You were on Mt. Bristle, and looking frantically for something … or, rather, someone. Because then you looked relieved, and shouted ‘Hey!’ and… a human girl turned to look at you. She…” but Laura trailed off here with a gulp, shaking her head and refusing to continue further.

             “A… a human?” Drowzee asked, dumbfounded. The only human he’d ever seen outside of dreams had been Laura herself, and the circumstances surrounding that had definitely been unusual. As far as he knew, humans were a rarity. So why would one go to Mt. Bristle? And how would they know him? And when exactly would this happen? It had to be sometime in the future, because, again, as of this moment he didn’t know any other humans but Laura.

             “But why is that so upsetting, Laura?” Paula asked, getting Drowzee back on track to the present.

             “She…” Laura swallowed. “Her eyes… they were like mine,” she whispered.

             “No way! She had rainbow eyes too?” Paula gasped. “So that means… do you think she was maybe your successor?!” Drowzee whipped his head over to look at Laura as the horror of that possibility dawned on him as well. But apparently Paula didn’t grasp the implications of that idea, since she continued with, “That’s so cool that you get to see what she’ll look like, and—” but then it finally dawned on Paula as well exactly what that meant, and her own face drained of color as well. “But… wait… in order for you to have a successor… that means that first you’ll… y-you’ll have to… t-to—!”

             She couldn’t finish the thought. It was too horrible to even consider. But the implications lingered in the air: in order for Laura to have a successor, a future Rainbow Child… it meant that she would have to reincarnate. And in order for her to reincarnate… she would first have to, well… to die.”

             “…How much time do you think we have?” Drowzee asked morosely. If the time he had left with his friend was now limited, then he wanted to know exactly what that limit was, so that he could be sure not to waste the now even more precious commodity. “And… and should we tell anyone else?” All three of them paused and winced at the thought. But then Laura turned thoughtful as she went over the vision again, trying to pinpoint any clues that would tell her how far in the future it occurred.

             “I think… not long,” was her deduction. “You and the others didn’t look any older, so it couldn’t have been—” she cut herself off, blinking at a sudden realization. “…You didn’t look any older. Like… not even a little. But that girl had to be at least three, maybe four years old, so that means…”

             “S-So that means…?” Paula repeated, a bit of hope coming back into her voice.

             Laura gave a sigh of relief, “She can’t be my successor—not unless some sort of time travel is involved. Which… wouldn’t actually be that strange, considering my own history, but…” she trailed off, a frown on her face that went unnoticed by her two friends who were busy giving twin sighs of relief.

             “Don’t scare us like that, Laura!” Paula complained.

           “Seriously…” Drowzee concurred wholeheartedly. “Though… I guess we might still want to watch out if it is a case of time travel. Those tend to be pretty serious. And if a little kid is involved this time, one who’s even younger than you were the first time you did it…”

             Paula nodded in agreement. “That’s a good point. I guess we should start getting ready to take care of a kid, then? Hm… I wonder what human kids need… I wouldn’t want to end up in a similar situation to what happened with Manaphy right after he hatched,” she shuddered a bit at the reminder. “At least we already have a human expert on hand, right, Laura?” she asked with a smile, moving closer to her with the intent of giving her a playful nudge. But before she could, she noticed the frown that was still on Laura’s face.

             “Laura? Is… is something else wrong?”

             Laura blinked, looking at Paula before rubbing her chin thoughtfully. “Oh… no, not ‘wrong’ so much as…. ‘strange,’ I guess.” At Paula and Drowzee’s expectant faces, she continued. “The girl… now that I think back on it, she looked really… familiar.”

             “You mean… aside from the eyes?” Drowzee asked.

             Laura nodded. “Yeah. I could swear I’d seen her before… maybe in a picture? Or… no.” Her mouth opened into a little “o” of shock. “She looked like a younger version of that statue… the one from Relatia’s Cave…” Her brow furrowed. “But that statue… she was the very first. So how could… why would she be here? And now? And…” she trailed off, looking a bit sick. “I don’t… I don’t feel so good…”

             “L-Laura?” Drowzee said, starting to panic again and move towards her to try to help. “What’s wrong? What just—?”

             “Ugh…” he suddenly heard from behind him, turning around just in time to see Paula crouch over, clutching her stomach. “Me neither…”

             “Paula?” Drowzee called, feeling suddenly frantic and stuck looking between the two girls, unsure of who he should help first, or what he could even do to help in the first place. The panic only grew when he heard what he thought was a scream echoing in the distance… and then Team Rainbow screamed as well as they were enveloped in a bright light. It was so bright, that Drowzee had to shut his eyes against it. And when he could finally open them again and look frantically for his friends… he visibly jolted back upon finding that they had changed.

             Where once stood a pikachu was now an adorable, little pichu—laying on the ground, apparently unconscious. He stared at the sight in shock before slowly turning in search of his treecko friend… and found, instead, a little human girl with white hair, also lying on the ground.

             …Well, he supposed that answered the question of where and when he would meet another human, even if he still wasn’t entirely clear about what just happened. But before he had the chance to figure it out, the little human started to stir.

 “Mm… H-huh?” She said, blinking her pretty, rainbow-colored eyes open and staring straight at him.

 “L-Laura?” he whispered in shock. “Is… is that you?”

 The little girl cocked her head. “Who’re you?” she asked, rather than actually respond to his question.

 Drowzee gulped. “It… it’s me. Drowzee,” he said. The girl simply cocked her head in the other direction. “Y-you know… your friend?” No comprehension. “The… the first pokémon you and Paula ever helped arrest?”

 Then, Drowzee’s heart plummeted when the girl asked “What’s a Pokémon?”

 But before Drowzee could even begin to react to the terrifying implications that question brought on, he heard some sleepy mumbles coming from where the pichu lay. He and the girl turned their heads towards her just in time to see her big eyes blink open as she sat up and started to look around.

 “…P-Paula?” Drowzee asked desperately.

 The little pichu nodded, breathing a small, soft, “Yeah” … before she flinched back and then promptly burst into tears.

 Laura frowned and crawled towards her while Drowzee panicked at the sight of the tears. “Wh-wha…? Wh-what’s wrong? Why are you crying?!”

 “I’m not s’pposed to talk to strangers!” Paula wailed. “Mommy’ll be mad at me an’… an’…” she abruptly stopped crying, looking around and sniffling a bit… before the tears and wailing returned ten-fold and she wailed, even more shrilly “An’ Mommy’s not here! I WAN’ MOMMY!!!” as she beat her tiny fists against the ground.

 “Oh… oh no…” Drowzee groaned, completely out of his depth…

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“…And that’s when I decided to come to the guild,” Drowzee finished. “It took a while to convince Paula that it was okay to follow me—I had to show her my new exploration team badge and everything, and then when we actually got to the guild, she was too scared to step on the grate… but she let Laura pick her up, and then… well, you know the rest.” He shrugged. “As for what actually caused this… I have no clue. I’m assuming that the scream and the light were involved, but as for how…?” He shook his head and shrugged again.

 “Oh… oh, golly…” Bidoof moaned from where he was standing by Chatot. Chatot covered his head with his wings and sighed. That was just… well.

 “All… all right,” he finally said, uncovering his head. “So what appears to have happened is that upon waking Jirachi—who had fallen asleep on the Beach during his visit with Bidoof, our illustrious guild, and Treasure Town in general—Bidoof triggered Jirachi’s, shall we say, ‘protocols,’ for granting wishes… and then, due to stress and general worry for Team Rainbow’s well-being… Bidoof inadvertently made a wish that Paula and Laura could be children again… which Jirachi then granted just as Drowzee met up with Team Rainbow near the Crossroads once they finally made it back from their longer-than-advised day of exploration. Does this sound about right?”

“Hey, hey! Don’t forget that Jirachi passed out after granting the wish!” Corphish called out. “Unless maybe that’s normal for him… Hey, Bidoof, did he do that last time he granted a wish for you?”

“N-no,” Bidoof replied, cringing under the scrutiny. “I mean… I guess he might’ve gone back to sleep after I left… but he and I talked a bit first right after I made my wish to… uh,” he coughed in embarrassment, declining to say out loud what the wish had been, even though most everyone had figured it out earlier. “But, uh… he didn’t do any of that glowy stuff back then… and I’m not sure he actually granted the wish right away, so I reckon it’s possible that if he did wait until after I left to grant the wish, then he may have passed out then, too, yup yup.” He frowned, remembering something, before adding, “Oh! But, uh… he did say this time that he ‘overdid it’ a little, and it seemed like he seemed real concerned about Laura—or maybe the Rainbow Child in general?—when he started glowing, so, uh…” he frowned and shrugged, “I don’t really know, but I reckon it might be important?”

 “Hm… perhaps,” Chatot acknowledged, a frown on his face.

 “Y’know… this human doesn’t really LOOK like Laura did as a human,” Loudred suddenly said. “Except for her EYES. Are we REALLY sure it’s actually her?”

 “That is a good point,” Dugtrio agreed. “When Laura briefly assumed her human form, she was much taller… And her hair was brown, not white.”

 “Yeah, but our Laura is also older than this one, and Mason said that human kids are smaller than the adults are, so maybe their hair just changes color when they evolve, like the fur of an electrike when it becomes a manectric,” his son offered. But then he got a confused look on his face. “Er… Dad? Do… do humans actually… evolve, when they become adults?”

 Everyone pondered that for a moment.

 “I’m… I’m not entirely sure about that,” Chatot said, finally breaking the silence. “But… I also agree with Loudredl I’m not entirely positive that this is actually Laura.”

 “Oh, oh?” Wigglytuff asked. “So you don’t think that these are the child versions of our friendly-friends Laura and Paula?”

 “I’m fairly certain that the pichu is Paula,” his head of intelligence clarified, “but the human… if you recall Drowzee’s story, she never actually confirmed that her name was Laura. asked. And… she had no idea what a pokémon was. Given the story Laura told us in Relatia’s Cave about her childhood and some of the… erm… other things she revealed to me in that… other cave the two of us were in recently,” he paused here to shudder at the memories, “Laura lived with pokémon from a very young age—and even while she was still living with humans, she was, at least, aware of what pokémon were.”

 “…That’s a good point,” Chimecho agreed. “So, then, who is this human? And what happened to Laura?”

 “I think… I think it might still be Laura,” Drowzee said. “Just… not our Laura. And… maybe she doesn’t actually go by that name?”

 “Oh my gosh! What do you mean by that? How could she be Laura, but not Laura?” Sunflora asked.

 “Laura—older Laura… our Laura? …you know who I mean—right before she was hit with that light, when she was talking about the human that she saw in her vision… after we established that it probably wasn’t her next incarnation (and thank Arceus we managed to figure that out), she said something about her looking ‘familiar’ and talking about how she ‘looked like a younger version of the very first.’ Since this human is probably the one she saw in her vision, maybe when she said ‘first’… she meant her very first incarnation?” He looked around the room at everyone’s stunned expressions. “If that’s the case… if this is the very first Rainbow Child… and if she really is an actual child right now… then wouldn’t it make sense that she doesn’t know what pokémon are? I mean… we don’t really know how old she was during the Time Gear Legend, right?”

 “…And in that case, considering the nature of reincarnation… she would, essentially, be our Laura, and yet… not,” Chatot extrapolated. “That… makes a great deal of sense. Especially given that Jirachi, apparently, needed to use more power than usual to grant such a wish. I can only imagine how much power it would take to turn back time on so many separate lives…” he then paused, considering something else that made the theory even more likely. “…And if the child really is at an age before she visited our world for the first time, then it also means that she is also at the age before she faced any real responsibilities as a productive or favored servant of Relatia… or from any responsibilities or consequences from helping to create and, ultimately, complete the Time Gears. Which would fit in perfectly with the spirit of Bidoof’s wish.”

 Again, there was silence as everyone soaked that in.

 “OKAY,” Loudred said. “So… now that THAT’S been established… what do we do NOW?”

 “Oh my gosh, yes!” Sunflora agreed. “We know what happened now, and, why… but how do we fix it?”

 “I would assume Jirachi is the only one who can do that, meh heh heh… But since he is currently passed out…?” Croagunk shrugged, trying to affect an air of nonchalance to hide his worry—not that anyone actually bought it.

 “So… what should we do in the meantime?” Chimecho fretted. “Can we… can we really take care of the two of them while they’re like this?”

 “Of course we can!” Wigglytuff exclaimed, sounding shocked that one of his apprentices would think otherwise. “They’re our friendly-friends, after all! And they need our help!”

 “And, hey, hey, since this is basically Bidoof’s fault, anyways, we can just leave most of the hard work to him,” Corphish reasoned.

 Bidoof winced at the reminder of his role in matter, but agreed readily. “Yup yup… and I reckon I’ve got a fair bit of experience with kids that will come in handy, what with my little siblings and all. And,” he shrugged a bit sheepishly, “maybe I’ll be able to wake Jirachi up a little quicker? Since I’m apparently pretty good at that…”

 “Great!” Wigglytuff declared.

 “If you need any help, I’d be glad to do what I can,” Drowzee offered. “I mean… since everything is still getting settled with the new team, I have plenty of time on my hands.”

 “Yes, that would help a great deal,” Chatot agreed. “We do still have a guild to run, after all! As for what to do first… hrm… Bidoof, since this is, however accidentally it may have been, technically speaking your fault…”

 “Oof… you don’t have to be so blunt about it…”

 “…tomorrow you will be in charge of managing the affairs Team Rainbow left undone today, what with the late hour of their return—greeting the pokémon whose job requests they completed today, settling things with Officer Magnezone in regards to the outlaws they helped capture, sorting through and cataloguing the supplies and treasures they acquired… and so on and so forth.”

 Bidoof groaned at all the extra work, but readily agreed. “Yup, yup… I reckon that’s fair… sigh…”

 “Hey, hey! What should we do about the kids right now, though?” Corphish asked. “It’s kind of late, and it’s dark out, so it would probably be a bad idea to take them out to Sharpedo Bluff right now, right? If only because of all the attention they’re sure to get at the moment.”

 “Oh my gosh, yes! And kids like them probably need early bedtimes, anyways!” Sunflora added.

 “They probably haven’t eaten yet, either… so maybe we should feed them first? And then figure out a place for them to sleep?” Chimecho asked, frowning, as she contemplated whether she knew any specifically kid-oriented recipes.

 “Meh heh heh… But before all that… shouldn’t we figure out where the kids actually are?” Croagunk suddenly put in, his laugh sounding more nervous than unnerving, for once.

 “HUH?” everyone asked, turning towards him. He merely pointed to the spot where Laura (or at least, the girl who would one day become Laura, but who they were still going to call Laura in their heads for now because they weren’t entirely sure what her name actually was during that first lifetime) and Paula were sitting at the start of Drowzee’s tale… the spot which had, upon further reflection, been suspiciously quiet, given the general nature of small, likely bored children…

 …Only to find it empty. The children, being, again, small, and likely bored, had somehow wandered away unnoticed during the discussion, and now they had no idea where the duo went.

 “AAAH! WE LOST THE CHILDREN!!!”

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What if Miquel discovers he likes boys. Do you think he'd be able to tell Hector and Imelda? And would they be understanding?

Coco Headcanon: Miguel Coming Out to his Family (both dead and alive) 

apurplebastard What if Miquel discovers he likes boys. Do you think he’d be able to tell Hector and Imelda? And would they be understanding?

This ended up being about Miguel and Victoria. Who I adore. 

Sorry it took me so long to answer this! I wanted to think about it for a bit before anything! All this is post movie! I love happy family feels so much! 

He knew before he went to the land of the dead. Sort of. He… suspected something about himself that he’d never taken the time to think about. Romance repulsed him in general, and he wasn’t really interested in any person long enough to wonder. 

It isn’t until a year after he’s back that he starts thinking… 

Miguel’s discovery isn’t over a day, or even a week. It’s a slow burn. Noticing small things about his male classmates. The way Marco’s hair falls down his neck, or Antonio’s smile reaches his eyes. The flutter in his chest isn’t something he understands. It isn’t after he realizes that the kissing movies his parents watch (that he always scoffs at) make him think about himself and Antonio’s smiling eyes does he realize… oh… oh. 

Miguel is nothing but thorough. It takes him weeks of doing research on the library computers (and ducking away from the librarians prying eyes) to figure out what it might be. What it is. Communities online talking about their discoveries. Their happy endings and their struggles. And he stares at those message boards and feels his stomach tighten. For days, he barely speaks. “I like boys,” he says into the mirror after he brushes his teeth. So quietly. Staring at himself. You’re the only one who can know, he says to himself, watching his double wince. 

He knows his Abuelita is religious. He knows his parents and cousins were raised in a catholic family. He’s heard of stories. For as many happy endings, there’s as many that don’t end the same. 

His mother knows something’s wrong. How can she not. She’s his mother. But she doesn’t push. She just… watches. Watches her son become more quiet. Like he’s perpetually holding his breath. She’ll hug him before bed, longer than previous nights, and worry his face and hair. “You know we love you, Miguel?” 

“Yes, Mamá.”

“And you can tell us anything.” 

“…” 

He finally does tell his mother. He breaks. Crying and apologizing until his mother curls around him. I don’t love you any less. Brave, brave boy. 

His father is next. Who is so happy that he told him. My Miguelito! Why didn’t you tell me sooner! Before setting him with a stern glare. 

And then his cousins. And his aunts and uncles. Everyone is so quick to fall into acceptance and adoration for their Miguelito. 

They wait a while to tell Abuelita, who, when she learns (when Miguel chooses to tell her on an early Tuesday morning while he helps her make atole, quietly confessing while she stirs, and then forgets to stir, and then forgets the quickly burning drink to sweep him into a hug) becomes a bastion of support. More than Miguel could have expected. And should anyone threaten or degrade her boy for who he is, her shoe is off and in her hand. She’s sometimes a little… less tactful when it comes to terminology. And she doesn’t stop asking annoying questions. Except now she doesn’t say “when are you getting a girlfriend” it’s “when are you getting a boyfriend, I want grandkids.” And he’ll remind her that he’s thirteen. 

His poor cousin Rosa, only a few months older than him, is turned upon next with the same sorts of ferocious interrogations. They end up confiding a lot in one another about the annoying family who just wants them to go on dates so badly. “I’m never getting married. I’m going to live in the mountains with eleven dogs!” Rosa says proudly, and Miguel snorts when that send Abuelita into a rant about the beauty of partnership and the fact that she’d very much like great- grandchildren thank you very much. Until their parents have to remind her again “they’re thirteen, mother.” 

It’s normal He’s normal. He’s not different, or strange. He’s just a boy with a family who annoys him about things. And there’s something truly perfect about that. Miguel is beyond relieved and happy. To be able to be himself! To be able to breathe again. He spends his days writing songs and learning how to make shoes with his Papá and cousins and mother, and playing with his baby sister. 

And then he remembers… oh yeah… he has more family, doesn’t he. 

I’m assuming that in this scenario, Miguel can travel to the Land of the Dead via stolen ofrenda object. 

Miguel is more than aware that Imelda and Héctor are from a different time period where being gay was not only unacceptable, but rarely understood. There were of course gay couples. But it was a risk. People were imprisoned for it. No one spoke about it. They knew it was there. But it was so hush hush and under the table. Miguel knows that Imelda might not understand. That Héctor might not understand. But my god… He just found his Papá Héctor. He just found this side of his family that loves him so unconditionally and to lose that? Over this? 

Thirteen year old Miguel is absolutely traumatized at the concept of losing this part of his families love. Héctor is the first person that supported his music and his dream. Imelda was the first to give him hope of the duality of music and family. He watched a family heal. He watched people brought together. He can’t lose that. 

It takes months of built up courage to tell Héctor. And even then, he’s not sure if he wants to. But he loves Héctor, and he loves Imelda, and he wants them to know this side of him as much as they know the rest. 

He had plans to tell them in a formal way. To sit them down and say “Mamá Imelda, Papá Héctor, I know you might not approve of this but I need to tell you something-”

That’s at least what he plans on doing. It isn’t however, what actually happens. Instead, it falls out. Like everything else in life, it falls out of him. They’re walking back from the market carrying baskets of fresh fruits and marigolds and Héctor is teasing about all the songs Miguel is no doubt singing to all the crushes in his class (”because my Chamaco is a heartbreaker, I’m sure!” - “Héctor, he’s thirteen.”) and Miguel snorts and says offhand “I’m not sure if Antonio’s into that song-” And his mouth snaps shut. He forgets. This isn’t that side of his family. The one that asks for updates about the boy who sits across from him in history and passes him in the hall and says his name sweetly with his smiling eyes. 

He hopes they haven’t heard. And he looks back at them for some sign of anger. Some sign of fury or indignant. Imelda looks at Héctor. Héctor looks at Imelda. Miguel swallows. “I- I didn’t-” He stares at them. Two of the most important figures in his life. His stomach curls. And days worth of courage float away. They’ll reject him. He knows they will. 

“M’ijo?” Imelda asks. “Are you alright?” Héctor begins. “If you need to tell us something-” but before he has a chance to continue, Miguel is looking down at the ground shaking his head fast. There’s a beat of silence. And then, to prevent pressing, Imelda switches to something about dinner and asking if Miguel is staying and Héctor is back to chatting about music. But the air is different. Tenser. Miguel’s throat is tight, and his heart hurts, and he tries to act like he’s not curling in on himself. He’s quiet through helping cook dinner. Talking when he’s spoken to and speaking in short, clipped, soft answers. Oscar and Felipe ask him if he’s alright and Rosita presses the back of her hand to his brow to check for fever and Coco and Julio kneel down to his level, and it’s all so much that he curls further and further away and by the time they’re setting the table, he’s gone silent. 

That night, Héctor pulls Victoria to the side and asks her something. The woman frowns. Nods. “She wasn’t before. Do you want her to-” Miguel hears Victoria say. “I can invite- but… Why?” - “No reason, m’ija,” says Héctor, kissing her cheek. “I’ll add an extra setting.” Miguel doesn’t think much of it. 

Until a woman walks through the Rivera door. Wearing silk pants and a flowing blouse, her long hair pulled back tightly in a braid along her head. Her shoes are Rivera brand. She’s a tall woman. Nearly as regal as Imelda, though if her body language says anything, she’s reverently respectful of the family matriarch, who sweeps her into a hug. 

“Ynez! Cómo estás, querida! I didn’t know you were coming! ¡Qué agradable sorpresa!” 

The woman pulls back. “Victoria invited me- I hope it’s alright? It was last minute-”

Imelda waves it off. “Ach, you know Rosita! She cooked for an army.”

Each family member comes up and embraces the woman, shaking her hand and dragging her along for some convoluted discussion. And Miguel watches. He’s never seen this woman before. She floats about, all silk and lace. 

Héctor is one of the last to approach. “Ynez!”

“Señor Rivera-”

“How many times must I tell you-” he waggles his finger before breaking into a sun defying grin. They’re nearly the same height, she being only an inch below him, but that doesn’t stop him from pulling her into a hug that reverts her to a well folded set of bones. That was Héctor for you. He knew how to hug until you felt engulfed. It was one of his best traits. “It’s Héctor. No formalities!” 

Victoria, who hadn’t yet taken her turn greeting the woman, comes around and chides with her firm features and lifted brow. “Papà Héctor, can you please stop vetting Ynez.” 

“It’s what I do! How can I let my beloved granddaughter walk in with just anyone!” Before Victoria can give him a look, he winks at Ynez and goes off to find his wife. 

Miguel watches. Poking his head out from around the kitchen. Watches as Victoria massage her temples and sighs. “He does this every time,” the classically stern woman grouses. Ynez laughs. It sounds like bells. She slips her arm around Victoria’s waist.

Miguel’s eyes feel like they’re about to fall out of his head. 

“He’s excited to be back, mi vida. Excited to have a granddaughter!”

“It’s painful.”

“It’s love, mi amor.” Ynez brushes a flyaway hair back into Victoria’s bun. “You love it.” Victoria doesn’t say anything, but her mouth twitches up. “Please don’t kill him? He adores you. And I’d like for someone to give a toast when we marry.”

“If we ever marry. How can I be with someone who dresses like a… a diosa to a family dinner. You’re trying to impress. I don’t like showoffs.”

“Yes you do.” And then she kisses Victoria. And Victoria kisses her. But breaks it off with another mumbled warning about showoffs. And Miguel…

Miguel…

Miguel…

“Does anyone know where Miguel is!” He hears Rosita looking for him. “It’s dinner and- Miguel! There you are!” 

The boy apologizes under his breath and goes to join the family. 

He sits between Papá Héctor and Mamá Imelda, who don’t act like anything is different. And maybe it’s because nothing is different. No one acts like this is new or different or terrible. Ynez is asked about politics and art. She helps runs Frida’s exhibits, Miguel learns. It’s how she and Victoria met. Because Victoria is abjectly unimpressed with almost all art, and Victoria is impressed with everything beautiful (and apparently that pickup line not only didn’t work, but landed her a lengthy groan in reply). 

At one point Héctor just winds his arm around Miguel and Imelda runs her hand up and down his back, and the two of them, surrounding him, talk proudly about all his new songs until he’s red in the face. “Quite the musician, isn’t he?” Ynez comments between sips of wine. “Of course!” replies Héctor. “He’s a Rivera! Anything he wants to do, he does!”

Everyone seems to notice that Miguel begins to smile again. Begins to joke and laugh and talk about dimples and music. “So?” Ynez asks at one point, “I’m guessing you’re a Héctor Rivera fan?” And Miguel launches into a rant about Ernesto de la Cruz and all his top hits and how now he knows who wrote them, and if there ever could be a #1 fan it would be him (and then is quickly told by Imelda that actually, it would be her and that results in a ten minute family despite about which family member is the #1 fan which ends up being Coco, who wins after guilt tripping everyone which was practically diabolical) 

After Dinner Héctor brings Miguel outside with Imelda. Giving a blessing in front of the whole family and Victoria’s novia seemed a little much. Once they’re outside, Miguel’s arms are around Héctor before the grandfather has a chance to do anything. 

They don’t discuss the details. But Héctor presses a firm kiss to Miguel’s head and Imelda follows along by peppering his face. “We love you,” says Héctor firmly. 

“I thought… I mean… I was scared-”

“I know.”

“I didn’t want to lose-”

“Never,” says Imelda, eyes gone fiery in their determined adoration. Héctor presses his palm to Miguel’s face. There are tears brimming, and he ignores them in favor of pulling the boy into another hug. 

“When you’re ready, tell us. Tell everyone else. Victoria didn’t tell me until she’d read me my rights. Thought that I was going to throw a riot.” 

Imelda snorted. “You nearly threw a party. Had to stop him from doing that.” 

Miguel beams, wiping his eyes. Tears bloom fresh anyway. “I just thought… since you’re from a different time…” 

Héctor nods. “A lot of my Tío’s in the shanty were forgotten for stupid reasons, Chamaco.” And Miguel understands. Héctor smoothes back the untamed hair again. “When you’re ready, tell us. We’ll listen, alright? And Imelda can give you tips on how to get the best men,” he winks. “I’m proof.” 

Imelda snorts again, choosing instead to pepper Miguel with more kisses. And the next few minutes are filled with Pobrecito, scared of telling us something- I’m sorry you thought you couldn’t! We love you!

He’s so utterly loved.

He promises to tell them later. When he’s ready to say it. When he’s a little more ready to figure out things himself. They know… he knows they know. But he wants the others to know. And he wants to hear the words come out of his own mouth. 

He will, eventually. And Victoria will pull him aside and say that she was scared, too. She knows her grandparents were from different times. Fortunately, her grandmother had always been sensible and her grandfather had always been loving. “You have a good family,” she says. “Make sure they know. They’ll never stop reminding you.” And there’s a hint of something like fond ire that leaves Miguel barely trying to hold back laughter. 

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Bruce’s Sister Dating Hal Jordan Headcanons

Request: Hi! Can you make a headcanon on dating Hal Jordan and being Bruce's sister maybe? I love your writing and i understand if you can't btw <3

A/N: Well this was fun to write 😂

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Being Bruce’s sister and dating Hal Jordan/Green Lantern would include:

• You met at one of Bruce's galas, the Justice League were invited and Hal took a shine to you instantly. Bruce noticed and ensued every measure to keep him away from you.

• Barry noticed how smitten Hal already was and provided a distraction so he could get at least 10 seconds in your presence.

• "Sorry, do you have a map?"

"This place isn't that grand, where are you going?"

"Not for this place, I got lost in your eyes."

"Get lost elsewhere." - Bruce, dragging the brunette away leaving you bemused and waving goodbye.

"I'm Hal Jordan by the way!!!"

• It wasn't long before you had a glowing green visitor in Gotham.

"A beautiful lady such as yourself shouldn't be walking home alone in Gotham, may I escort you?"

"Aha, I can take care of myself Green Lantern, I'm too out of this world for even you to believe."

"You're right about that babe."

• "My limo is here, nice seeing you again!"

"Again? We have never met... what??? Haha?" Sheepish laughter escaped him and he was rubbing the back of his neck.

"You know full well who my brother is, you could say I share some similarities with him Hal Jordan."

• He actually came to the Manor one time, knocking on your window with a bouquet of your most hated flowers.

"Uh... You know my favourites are (f/f) right? I can't even say nice try but thank you for thinking of me."

"But Bruce said... damnit!"

• It was only one time as Batman made sure to kick him off his property within 2 minutes flat and scared him into not returning again.

• However, this didn't mean your own household was off limits. He decided to stop by there more often. This time with your favourite flowers.

• After a while you expected his regular visits and soon invited him in to talk much to his surprise. However, you persuaded him that Hal was fine - thus, nowadays he actually knocked your door like a regular human being.

• Finding out he's a pilot, and soon enough you're dragged to his airfield. He takes you out for a ride and tried to scare you with all the flips and tricks. (Lowkey wanted you to grab his shoulders and bury your face in his neck) But you enjoyed the entire flight.

• You got to meet his colleagues too, who greeted you in shock and of course like 2 of them tried flirting with you and Hal just ...

• Threw his signature jacket over your shoulders sending a smirk to his mates as you actually put it on properly.

"Mmm, It looks better on me than it does you Jordan."

"Oh yeah, the lass is right Hal."

"Tch, I know but some support would be appreciated."

• He started lending you his jacket whenever you went out together and treated you with the utmost respect. Hal was a gentleman when it came to you, he knew how lucky he was to even be in your gracious presence.

• Experimenting with the ring and trying to understand the full extent of his powers, like what he can create and just having a laugh about it which brings you closer.

• Hal talked you onto a rooftop, you were skeptic since it was midnight but he held your hand telling you to just wait there and flew off as Green Lantern.

The sky illuminated in a beautiful verdant fluent writing and you were just awestruck.

'Go on a date with me x’

A few more seconds passed.

'Please?'

• Safe to say you agreed and started dating the bright hero from then on. Dates varied from restaurants, to nights in, to flights around the city as GL which were beautiful.

• Barry knew and was buzzing for you both.

"Like as soon as he leant you his jacket it was obvious."

"Barry..."

"It's true though! '(Y/n) is sooo stunning, what if she thinks I'm a womaniser?! I like her too much to loose her!' and oh 'I can't believe I fell for Bruce's sister! I'm gonna die but I don't care, she's worth it.' and the-"

"Dude!"

• Then the Justice League had their annual New Years Celebration after fighting another world threat. Of course they could bring dates - Bruce asked Selina which was frustrating since he normally brought you (being family and knowing about secret IDs and all).

Luckily, Hal already asked anyway.

• Bruce was SUSPICIOUS, why was his sister showing up with Hal Jordan? He didn't ask her to keep them away from each other. Fail.

"Oh... well since you brought Selina, I paid Hal to bring me."

"Hnn..."

• At midnight, a Batarang almost clipped Hal's hair - if it wasn't for the Flash, when the Green Lantern kissed you longer than he should have.

• Being really supportive of one another and having nicknames because you're that kind of couple.

"Dumbass."

"Glowstick."

"Rich girl~"

"Space Ranger."

"Light of my life."

"Aw why are you like this?"

• Space mission's are the hardest since he's gone for so long but he makes sure to show how much he loves pre and post mission so if he fails, you know he loves you more than anything.

• You both agreed that you wouldn't tell Bruce, not unless one of you were dying or something equally as critical occurred.

• Having to actually tell Bruce at some point.

"Bruce, me and Hal-"

"Your best friend."

"No, Hal is-"

"Don’t say it."

"Bats, just accept they're dating already. It's obvious." Robin piped in, and you both kinda sighed at his reluctance.

"I know, but Hal Jordon? Of all people."

• Attempting to convince Bruce it's fine but Hal flirts with you all the time which doesn't help matters.

"I don't diss your choice in women so I think it's fair you let me have this one Bruce."

"Aunt (Y/n), last week you said-"

"Whose side are you on Damian?"

"Good point, Jordon treats you well. I respect that." Successfully gaining Robins approval.

• Yours and Hal's relief when Bruce accepts it. He thinks Hal is bearable and he values him deep down since he clearly makes you happy. That’s all he wants for his sister, will 'willingly' give his blessing.

• Family dinners are still a tad unnerving though...

[dialux]

I would like to read the crack version of if you try to break me now. :D

A list of things that were in the crack version:

When Sansa tells Jon that he died and came back his immediate reaction is every fourteen year old boy’s reaction: try to kill himself and find out.

Robb locks him in his room for a week to stop him

However many times Sansa tells him that they need a Red Priestess for it to work, Jon still goes around with a death wish.

lmao headcanon that Jon hates heights but after Sansa tells him this he goes batshit insane and becomes another Bran

Sansa goes to Queenscrown and basically breaks the Night’s Watch with a flip of her hair.

I mean she basically has a threesome with Jon and Dolorous Edd while there and it’s all very sexy up until Edd starts his usual spiel of pain and agony 

I mean to say that Sansa brings the Watch under Stark rule

(But! She totes enjoys banging Edd and Jon together! She always asks to go to the Wall every year for the rest of their marriage! Jon hates it and loves it at the same time!)

I continuously refer to LF as Petyr Littlefinger because that is a hilarious name to me. I… think there might be a few times I even call him that in the actual story that I didn’t catch while I was editing, lol.

I already talked about Jon thinking he was Lyanna and Ned’s son in that other post. It was fucking beautiful and I made @eolaseadrom shriek at me for three full days about it lmao

Some ppl have talked to me about how they want Arya to be with Gendry at the end of the series but I am rly certain that Arya’s going to be half in love with Ygritte ever after she got threatened with an arrow that one time

Arya and Jon have a couple similar kinks

Ygritte’s got a thing for Stark faces

It’s a match made in fucking heaven

Catelyn’s adventures on trying to get Robb to marry, and Robb’s increasingly desperate attempts to tell her to go away without, you know, actually telling her that.

(There’s like half of a thing written about how everyone else knows that Robb’s uninterested, but because he’s an asshole all the Starks keep quiet)

Bran Stark and the ‘Oh, Okay, I Might Actually be More Gay Than I Thought’ Feeling

with the thrilling sequel: Bran Stark and the Terrible Feeling of Crushing on Both Reed Siblings Simultaneously

and the ending to the trilogy: Bran Stark and the Idea That ‘It’s Okay They’re Really Hot and I Can Talk to Trees Now, My Life Cannot Get Weirder, I’ll Just Stay in Greywater Watch and Torment Myself’

Sansa, Ned and Jon light a fire in the middle of the godswood and burn their clothes after escaping the Lannisters. They dance around it like they’re in LOTF and let’s just say that was scarring for the rest of the Starks. Rickon never looks at Ned the same way again.

Asha just starts stealing Margaery for travels when she gets bored. After the first three times, the Tyrells just- stop worrying. “Hey Garlan where’s Marge d’you know?” “Nah dad but there was a ship from the Iron Islands this morning and there’s a guy in the docks who’s losing his teeth and was almost gelded, so.” “Ah, alright, give it a couple weeks then she’ll be back.”

Wylla/Alys, THE CRACKSHIP THAT IS THE TRUE OTP I DID NOT EXPECT GOING INTO THIS FIC AND FANDOM OMG, THE SHIP I ACTUALLY KEPT IN BECAUSE IT STOLE MY HEART SO MUCHHH

idk man I love the idea of Jon slowly growing to hate Rickon

Rickon loves it a bit too much

I think?? there was a fic?? somewhere?? about how rickon would kick jon out of bed because he thought that jon/sansa sexytimes were hurting his sister. the idea that he’d do that as an adult just- ENDS ME 

Tywin’s reaction to the Battle of Valkyries is… AMAZEBALLS

think absolute utter silence and then a lot of cursing

and also some ‘what the fuck I sent out jaime to do one GD thing’

Also Sansa spends a lot of time cutting Lady’s claws into triangle shapes like she’s a fuckin water polo player 

Actual excerpt: Hercare for Lady, her direwolf, had suddenly become of paramount importance: Sansabrushed her coat and trimmed her nails as usual, but when Catelyn inspectedcloser, Lady’s claws hadn’t been clipped so much as honed; they were small,needle-like knives that didn’t appear to be there unless one looked closely.

Foursome with Oberyn and Ellaria and Sansa and Jon

Honestly someone write me that. I’d pretty much shriek forevahhh about it because jesus above. The hotness. Who’s the hottest one in that foursome? Jon? Sansa? Oberyn? Ellaria? THEY’RE ALL EQUALLY HOT IT’S TOO MUCH FOR MY POOR MIND TO COMPREHEND

uhm I’m pretty sure there’s other things I’ve not talked about but like there’s a lot of funny stuff in the fic itself?

“Garth Greenhand-” Sansa exhaled sharply, and slumped into her seat. “He’s a legend, Jon. We can’t use that as a basis for our government.”

Is this a reference to Monty Python? Yes, yes it is.

“According to all the rumors, you and Queen Sansa don’t fight.” He winked. “Tell me, how do you manage that? Lesser men wish to know.”“By being respectful of her demands,” Jon said flatly. “We talk, Prince Oberyn. My apologies if your lesser men have no knowledge of such.”

because lbr Jon fucking hates Oberyn and is also rly confused by his feelings for Oberyn and is even more horny because his wife’s being all HOT AND QUEENLY but she’s too busy to bone him and also everyone knows that southron air is adrift with sex pollen so like?? Who knows?? If Oberyn had stayed for a couple more days???? 

Foursome time y’all

Sansa dumps a bucket of water on Jon because she’s mad at him

Sansa and Arya literally reconcile over killing people. I expected more readers to be surprised by this, but everyone just took it in stride and I just- okay alright i guess you do you y’all

Also Sansa ties Jon up in the first fucking chapter and nobody commented on it being kinky which I was......... really kinda disappointed by

This is me this is my life and these are my fucking choices. You have chosen whom you have chosen to follow. 

Lmao Sansa and Jon chase Robb out of Winterfell by being too okay with public sex. AGAIN NOBODY THOUGHT THIS OUT OF CHARACTER.

like, he literally goes and rebuilds a centuries’ old castle that’s not been needed for centuries all because he cannot stand being in the same place as Sansa and Jon

the real reason why bran tortures himself by staying in greywater watch: it’s not worse than being with Jon and Sansa in Winterfell

Anyways if I think of more cracky things I’ll add. And if I ever get around to actually pulling together the sentence-fragments of scenes I have for this, I’ll add that as well.

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aaaaa, do you think you could write something based on your "Partners in Crime" Jackeoff headcanon? because holy /shit/

heck yEAH I CAN AAAA

Pair: Jack x Geoff {Jackeoff}

Prompt/My Headcanon: “Partners In Crime” by Set It Off ft Ash Costello is a good Jackeoff song. Imagine them just starting out, trying to rob a bank. Their first heist together and of course the cops get called. They get cornered and yell that they’ll never take them alive because, well, they’re partners in crime.

Word Count: 1,740 (whoops i got carried away)

Title: Partners In Crime (wow what a shocker)

Jack was kicked out of her house at an early age and lived on the streets. Over the years she learned to fend for herself and how to survive on her own. Until one night she couldn’t defend herself.

A group of large men had cornered her in an alley, throwing transphobic slurs and other insults at her. One of them pulled out a knife and the others followed suit, grabbing their concealed weapons. Jack closed her eyes and accepted her fate. This was how she was going to die.

But death never came. She didn’t even get stabbed or hit. Instead she heard five gunshots and then there were a pair of arms around her waist. Jack looked up at the random stranger who had saved her life.

“Holy balls, are you alright?” The man had quite the mustache on his face and he was wearing a suit. She gave the man a shrug in response. She didn’t like talking much since her voice wasn’t very feminine at the moment. One day she hopes she can start transitioning, but a girl can only dream.

The man didn’t seem satisfied with her answer so he lifted her up off the ground and carried her to his car. He put her in the passenger seat and buckled her in, getting in the driver’s seat shortly after. No more words were exchanged as they traveled to what Jack could only assume was this mystery man’s apartment.

Once inside the building the two finally introduced themselves.

“So, uh, I’m Geoff. Sorry for kinda just taking you to my place without asking. You just looked like you could need some help.” Geoff awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

Jack cleared her throat and attempted to make her voice sound as feminine as possible. “I’m Jack. Well, thanks for looking out for me. No one’s ever done that before.” Her voice got distant and she tried to push her thoughts of her parents away and focused on Geoff again.

She noticed the confused look on his face but it quickly changed to what she could only describe as realization and he smiled. It was nice to not have to explain herself for once. She gave a sigh of relief and chuckled.

“So, Geoff. Do you have a spare room? Or like a couch? I’m exhausted and would really like to sleep somewhere that’s not an alley.” She quickly put her hand over her mouth, she said more than she wanted. The look on Geoff’s face hurt her to look at and she nearly bolted out of the front door but something inside begged her to stay.

“Are you trying to tell me you’ve been sleeping on the streets? For how long? No, that doesn’t matter. You live here now. I have a spare room you can crash in, Jack. Please stay here, I couldn’t bare seeing a pretty girl out on the streets of Los Santos by herself, especially not now. The crime rate is ridiculous.”

Geoff was complimenting her looks and was pleading with Jack to stay, so she did. And that was the best decision she made in a long time. the next morning she woke up to a gunshot and a string of curse words from the kitchen.

Turns out her new roommate had been cleaning his gun that he used last night to protect Jack but he forgot to empty the clip and turn the safety on. Now there was a hole in the hardwood floor. Jack tried her best to pissed at the man for waking her but all she could do was laugh.

A few months passed and the two finally realized they had been sneaking off to do small thefts here and there. They decided they could work better as a team. Geoff still snuck out at night when Jack was sleeping to rob some people. He was trying his best to get some money saved up so he could surprise Jack with the estrogen shots she needed to help transition.

That had been going on for a couple of weeks and Geoff realized he was screwed. He had fallen head over heels in love for this fiery redhead he saved off the streets. She was the person that kept him stable when he got out of control on their little heists. Geoff absolutely adored how she looked in his old Hawaiian shirt she stole because she needed something to wear. It was big on her so she tied it up in the front and it showed off a bit of stomach.

That night at dinner Geoff made her favourite food and decided he was finally going to tell her how he felt. Jack looked lovely as always and it made him even more nervous than before. If he didn’t tell her now he was going to end up blurting it out on a heist and that would definitely not be good.

“So, Jack. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about something… something important to me.” Geoff spoke with a shaky voice and Jack tilted her head to the side. A piece of hair fell into her face and it took everything in Geoff to not reach over and put it behind her ear.

“I’m not good with words but, well, I like you Jack.”

She gave him a sweet smile. “I like you too Geoff, now can you hurry up and ask me out? My steak’s getting cold.”

They both laughed and the rest was history. Jack and Geoff quickly became one of the most powerful criminal duos in Los Santos. The news reporters even went as far as calling their crimes works of art, in a sick and twisted way.

Their heists got bigger and better and with more money meant they upgraded everything they could. Plus, Geoff finally had enough to get Jack her shots just in time for her birthday, it was a very emotional day.

One morning over breakfast, Geoff came up with the brilliant idea to rob the Maze Bank. Jack nearly spit her coffee at him.

“Geoff are you fucking serious? Some of the biggest gangs can’t even successfully rob that place, and you expect us to do it?”

He just smirked at her and fuck, she can’t resist that smug motherfucker. “Let’s do it.”

After a week of planning they finally had everything they needed to do possibly the biggest heist either of them will ever pull. Covered from head to toe in weaponry and body armour, they entered the building.

Geoff was the one to make his little speech as he called it in planning. “Everybody freeze, nobody move! Put the money in the bad or we will shoot. Just, empty of the vault and then me and my doll will be on our way.”

Of course everything goes to shit but they expected it to happen. Two criminals trying to rob the biggest and most powerful bank in the entire city was a disaster waiting to happen. Jack made a run to the vault and attempted to get even just a little bit of cash but the cops were faster.

They had the building surrounded and they had to scream to communicate over the sirens outside and the alarm going off inside the bank. The redhead quickly returned by her lover’s side and pulled out her weapon.

“Geoff, I’m scared. What if we don’t make it out? What if they catch us? What are we going to do?!” Her voice - which was much more feminine than when they first met - was shaky. She’s never been in a situation like this before but Geoff has.

“Babe, don’t worry. It’s gonna be okay, now don’t you quit on me! We can make it out of here.” His words helped calm her down. For a bit there, nothing happened. No cops entered the bank and it was eerily quiet now. Suddenly the radio from the police car burst to life in a fit of static and there was a cop talking to the couple.

“This is the Los Santos Police Department. Put your weapons down and come out with your hands up, we have the place surrounded!”

Neither of them dared to move, their feet were glued to the floor. Jack was too terrified to attempt to say anything so she looked at her boyfriend.

“You’ll never take us alive! We’re the best damn criminals in the city! We’re partners in crime and you can never destroy us.” Geoff’s voice was stern and cold, Jack wasn’t sure if she was scared of him or attracted to him more in that moment.

The radio spoke again. “Alright, ready men? Aim..Fire!” The sound was horrifying. Bullets shot through the doors and windows and one of them ricocheted off the wall outside and hit the gas tank of the police car parked next to it. The building was quickly engulfed in flames.

Geoff quickly got on the ground and pulled his girlfriend down with him. He layed on top of her to try and protect her but it was no use. The building was a lost cause. It was crumbling and no one was doing anything to stop it. Almost as if the police were trying to say ‘if we can’t arrest you, we’ll just kill you.’

Jack was crying at this point. She didn’t want her life to end like this, burned alive in a bank. But she was with the love of her life and that fact comforted her a bit. She finally managed to get enough strength to talk to Geoff.

“So, guess the papers are gonna say this is the night young love died but hey, at least we’re gonna be buried by each other’s side. “ She laughed and it was the kind of morbid humour she used when she was trying to hide her feelings. Everything was written on her face though.

“Yeah, maybe I bit off more than I could chew with this. I didn’t want it to end like this Jack. I’m sorry. I love you so much.” Geoff reached down for his lover’s face and cupped her cheeks that were now smeared with tears and mascara.

“I love you too, Geoff. Here’s to the best damn crime duo Los Santos will ever see.” She kissed him roughly and closed her eyes as the beam above them broke and fell on top of them.