#ah yes my two hypothetical sons

[ask-cinnavanillamelody]

Well, that hypothetical was actually real, Twilight. There's a pony who is actually a Changeling hybrid, but her father is worried that something bad could happen to her as soon as it's out that she's not a pony. So, can you make contact with Thorax as soon as possible?

Twilight: what- I- WELL WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY THAT SOONER!? *she rushes to a room she hasn't used in a while, its a room she uses to talk to all the nation leaders at once. She casts A spell that illuminates all the windows in the room, and a moment later Thorax appears in one of them* ✨

Thorax: Twilight-? It's been a while since you've called, is this a, friendly hi kind of thing or is something wrong?

Twilight: something might be wrong soon- Apparently a changeling has been living long enough in Equestria to have a child, and now that Changeling hybrid could be in danger, I need you here NOW.✨

Thorax: wait what!? B-But Xanaria left her hive a while ago why would she go to Equestria-?

Twilight: So you know who she is!?✨

Thorax: well yeah, I get census reports on all the hives every few years or so, Xanaria hasn't been in her hive for about...19 years almost?

Twilight: do you know why she left?✨

Thorax: something about her finding someone out of the hive and running away with them, very irresponsible as she was meant to take over the hive one day.

Twilight: *thinks for a moment, then summons the current dragon lord, an older orange dragon appears, he looks strikingly similar to Sanori*✨

Dragon Lord: this better be important Pony President, I was busy.

Twilight: Do you have a son!?✨

Dragon Lord: yes two, and two grandsons. Why?

Twilight: what are their names?✨

Dragon Lord: ah...uh, Sora, and Sankoro are my two sons, and my grandsons are Sanori and Roman, They're Sankoro's kids.

Twilight: They don't all happen to be in the dragon lands with you, are they? ✨

Dragon Lord: well- no- Roman and Sanori left for "Adventure" years ago, they rarely send me letters, but last I heard, Roman married a Kiri-Pegasus, and Sanori was a wanted criminal in Equestria. *chuckles* he was always a rowdy one.

Twilight: Do you think it's possible Sanori got married in the last 19 years?✨

Dragon Lord: I'd be surprised if he wasn't. He's always been quite popular with ladies, and...men...for that matter. If he doesn't already have a hoard of lovers I'm sure he's building one.

(Nope! that's my job~ 🍫)

Thorax: You don't think-

Twilight: That Sanori is the one Xanaria ran away with? Oh yes, I do. And that means they ran here, because 19 years ago Equestria's borders were semi-open to other creatures, but the treaty for Changelings was still active, and Dragons were still frowned upon...They must have realized that and just tried to make the best of it, and they had a kid-! And I have a sneaking suspicion I know who Sanori's other spouse is. No idea who this child could be, but if they really are here, they must be making a beeline for the castle to "Save" their father. I need both of you in Equestria as soon as possible! ✨

Thorax: Twi I can't just up and leave my hive just because you asked me-

Twilight: NOW THORAX. ✨

Thorax: eep-! Yes ma'am! Right away! *his side of the call ends as he rushes to get to Equestria*

Twilight: *turns her gaze over to the Dragon Lord*✨

Dragon Lord: I'll be there- I know better than to say no to an angry powerful woman- *his call ends*

Twilight: *exhale* I hope it's not too late... ✨

[fratboykate]

I'm clinging to any bit of escapism I can manage as I try not to spiral. We're close to Christmas so these two are back in my brain.

I don't expect you to continue this or even acknowledge it, but anything I write always goes to you so, here you go.

Please stay safe. TTA.

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"Absolutely not."

"This is a hypothetical discussion."

"Sure. Hypothetically, absolutely not."

"So it's all on me?"

"Don't even. I'm in this - when your cravings get disgusting, when your feet or back hurt - who's gonna be there with deepfried cardboard and massages?"

Riley points at herself dramatically.

"This fucking guy."

Trying to stay serious, Abby glared at her wife.

"Do not feed me deepfried cardboard."

"If a future, pregnant you demands deepfried cardboard? God as my witness, you're getting it. Look at all our Amazon deliveries, we're fully stocked for it, baby."

"You're impossible."

"There's a ring on your finger that says you're into that shit."

"If you two keep fighting, I'm taking my sperm back. For the sake of my future son-nephew/daughter-niece/child-whatever."

Riley turns to John, a little horrified.

"Don't bring up your sperm in casual conversation."

"You're using it to knock up your wife, deal with it."

"I'M still of the opinion Riley should be 'knocked up', not me. That conversation's not over."

Abby brings her hands up and does air quotes on 'knocked up'. Riley and John both give her a sceptical look. Not one person in the room, Abby included, believes Riley will be the one to get pregnant and honestly, Abby's really excited to do it.

It's still fun to fuck with her wife a little, though.

"Would you really not do it if I asked?"

Abby's question comes out soft and sad enough that Riley thinks she might have actually upset her wife and starts to panic.

"Yes, I would - I'll carry all the babies!"

John's allegiance is a fluid thing and it shifts now as he and Abby turn to Riley looking amused. Riley thinks about punching his traitor ass face, if only to stop the oncoming attack.

"You're so whipped, it makes you look stupid."

"Honestly Doc, that's so embarrassing. You'd do anything for me. Loser."

"I regret every decision in my life that led me here."

"Gonna put a baby in you. All the babies - that's what you said, right?"

"I need you to know, hearing you say 'gonna put a baby in you' made me drier than I have ever been in my life. Well fucking done."

This time Riley air quotes and Abby takes advantage, catches one of her hands, laces their fingers and brings them up to her lips, pressing a kiss to them. Riley bites her bottom lip, brings their hands to her own face and does the same.

"Still dry, Doc?" Abby smirks, wagging her eyebrows.

"You think a little peck on my hand is all it takes? Are we Jane Austen characters?"

"And with that, I'll be on my way. I just received a very mediocre tinder proposition, and even that sounds better than hearing any more of this."

John stands, heading towards the door and shrugs on his jacket. Riley and Abby follow and they say their goodbyes. They're settled on the couch when Riley circles back to the topic.

"So ARE you reconsidering?"

"Me being pregnant? No, I'm nervous about it but I haven't changed my mind."

Riley hums, doesn't say anything and Abby knows she's not convinced.

"What is it?"

"Okay, don't get mad -"

"Not a great start."

"But you do have this habit -"

"Getting worse."

"Of agreeing to things you don't actually want for other people's sake."

"Ah."

"Yeah. And it's one thing when you agree to watch horror movies and get nightmares."

"That was like three times."

"Three times is crazy. It's crazy to do that to yourself three times AND it would be more if I didn't stop suggesting horror movies - we both know that."

"I could have gotten brave eventually."

"No."

"Dick."

"But volunteering for nightmares and volunteering for everything a pregnancy will do to you are not the same. Your mind, your body, the literal chemistry that makes up who you are is going to be put through a blender if you do this."

"When I do this. I get it, Ri. Maybe not as well as an MD, but I know what I'm agreeing to. I'm saying yes because I want to."

Riley's quiet again and Abby doesn't break eye contact, wants to show her wife how serious she is.

"Okay, good then. When do you think I can start calling you my baby mama?"

Abby snorts and mushes her face.

"Klaus, HELP!"

"Abby chill, he's gonna - FUCK, DOWN!"

Genuinely was SO.BEYOND.CONFUSED. I read this and I just kept going "whoooooooo in the fuck are Abby and Riley?!!!". Then I was like..."Let me search my notes." Because I keep all the shit I write super organized in my phone notes. I find a couple chapters of shit for Abby and Riley which is somehow clearly connected to this but the weird thing is, they're not in any labeled folder which is strange. Just...out in my general notes. So, still just as confused. Then I'm like "uhhh...let me search my Tumblr and see if it helps." And for once the Tumblr search was actually helpful. Lmaoooo how has it been almost four years to the day since this came out? Hoowwwww did you even remember this because I literally forgot that movie even existed. Straight up wiped from my brain. But...ngl after about an hour of scrolling the Rabby tag all the feels have been revived. We really could've fucking had it all. So lame.

[pinkprimrose05]

Can you do the whole favorite thing about them, least favorite thing about them, favorite line, brOTP, OTP, nOTP, etc. for Yuya?

Warning: Long post, contains slight spoilers.

I am so very sorry for long this stayed in the box- but thanks a lot for the ask!

Favorite thing about them: Why must you make me choose. I can't. I can't do that. There's genuinely too many things to choose from.

...fine, I can do honorable mentions. One thing that piqued my interest in the tomato son all those years ago was how layered his persona can be... if you squint. Or if you're like me and relate to him on a spiritual level. You see, at the surface of his character, Yuuya's your average protag boy: fun-loving, good-natured and full of innocent hopes and dreams-

Except, that's not all there is to it. Not even at the very start of the story. We see from the get-go how he struggles with the weight of past events and his own doubts and insecurities -which only gets more and more prominent as the show goes on- all while holding onto his smiles in defiance against adversity, and trying to help others do the same as well. Personally, I still think that this is a deceptively simple yet very powerful message.

Least favorite thing about them: Ah, that's a question I can't quite answer. You see, there isn't anything specific I dislike about him, as much as there's stuff I dislike that happen to him- as in, to his character. Like the last stretch of the Xyz and Fusion arcs. Those parts did irreversible damage Yuuya's portrayal- so much so that even I, known for being more forgiving of the story's flaws than most, was shaking my head in denial through the first, second, and third watch. Lord help me when I reach them in the fourth.

Favorite line: Quoting myself from the Yuugo version of this post: would it be cheating the question if I said there's too many to count? Because it's still true. I know for a fact that I'll mention a line here and then find another one I prefer not a day later- that's how it is with the faves, I suppose. For the sake of not leaving this empty, though, here's one quote that stuck with me longer than most:

"The dueling I've had up until now isn't something I made alone. Because everyone was there, I was able to make it this far!"

brOTP: Yuugo!

...Saw that coming? Yes? No? Look, Yuuya's the protagonist so he naturally has a lot of interesting friendships, some established, some made over the course of the show... and a few entirely hypothetical, like this one. What can I say? I just think they'd go great together. Picture this: two idiots with half a braincell between them, who meet each other proper and instantly click. And get on like a house on fire from there. Seriously, they're so different yet similar in so many ways, and I think that'd lend itself to a great mutual underdtanding between the two- almost as if they have some kind of telepathetic link (hmmm). Putting them in one room for extended periods of time will either result in the most fun sort of chaos or in talks so deep they both end up bawling their eyes out in each other's arms.

They're friends. Besties. Brothers even.

OTP: Look, I'm a bonafide vanilla when it comes to romantic ships. Fruitshipping is my first and main OTP in all media of interest, and the threatre kiddos get a badge of honor for being one of a scant few pairs that got me extremely close to crying on more than 1 occasion. That's more than can be said for... *checks notes* ...99.8% of the characters I know!

nOTP: Hmm... there's none that come to mind, honestly. I don't mind seeing Yuuya paired with anyone, as long as the ship is not inherently inappropriate and/or isn't portrayed in any weird ways.

Random headcanon: Thanks to certain happenings towards the end of the plot, Yuuya ends up developing the unconscious habit of hoarding things precious to him. He'll go to sleep curled up in the middle of a nest of blankets and pillows, surrounded by all his favorite plushies, random trinkets and gifts from friends, and of course, his pendulum and card partners (thank god in-universe cards are stupidly sturdy). The first time Youko chances upon him in this state, deep in the peaceful bliss of slumber, she stealthily snaps a photo and- huh? No, you didn't hear a thing. "Cuteness overload can be heard from over a mile away?" Pfft, nonsense.

Unpopular opinion: No idea how unpopular this may be, but... I don't get the claims that Yuuya's not a good duelist?

Several people point out that he relies on Action cards to stall out a duel until he can turn it around, and conclude that as such, he's less skillful than most of his opponents. That take confuses me more than anything; after all, isn't it in the nature of the Action duel rule that one must make use of the card scattered around them? They're not just there for show, nor are they solely used for their effects. And besides, it's clear that Yuuya's particular brand of entertainment dueling places heavy emphasis on the dynamic aspect, which is why he's always running around the field and trying to make a spectacle out of every move. That doesn't diminish his skill in any way I can see- he's just more inclined to using resources outside those in his deck, thanks in part to needing more combo pieces than survivability cards by virtue of using Pendulums.

Song I associate with them: Assuming any song qualifies, I'd say it's Future Fighter; because it's literally Yuuya's (and Reiji's) very own personal song. It highlights core aspects of their personalities through the lyrics- and what do you know, our boy has a very nice singing voice too! It was one among many highlights from the back half of ARC-V S1 to me.

Favorite picture of them: Look, I just want to see him happy. I think he deserves to display genuine joy more often. And the more sparkles the episode budget allows, the better! So with that in mind, here's a few of my favorite pics of the boyo.

....oh, you thought I could pick only one?

Bonus:

[ohtobealady]

Okay, I'm gonna be greedy and: 🌀❄️☔

Oooo! Thanks for being greedy, wifey:

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

The Pleasure in a Secret / Of Days in Goodness Spent / [Insert better title here] is an approximately five chapter story following young!cobert as they finish their honeymoon in Florence. We meet some extended relations of Robert's, we go to the opera!, we go to museums.

It was inspired by that scene in S3 when Robert asks Matthew "How was the honeymoon?" and Matthew answers, "My eyes have been opened" and Robert says, "Don't I know it." What. What do you know? I'm not sure I hear that line as sexy.

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

Actually, yes. So I did start a Modern AU somewhere. I wrote two skeleton expositions: one picked up with characters at the end of the series; the other picked up with characters at S3. It's got angst (featuring both Simon Bricker and Jane) LOL. I was just curious how if I literally transplanted them into modern times, how would they translate? I may write it one day as a challenge to myself, but oof Modern is not my strength.

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing

Hmm ... have I shared this before? Probably, but oh well. From Wiser, and Easier, and Brighter, which is mostly just sequel to An English Summer and will feel and move like that story:

“And who is he again? I know I should know him.”

Robert heard her small voice even though the room was packed to the brim. He peered across it to where Cora had tipped her head, searching out the person in question. 

“Ah,” he answered. “That’s Richard Grey, Lord Merton’s son. He’s called Dickie. His wife is there, Ada.”

“Dickie,” she repeated. 

Robert smiled. “Lord Merton and Papa have known one another since Eton.”

He smiled again at her thoughtful pout. 

“Eton,” he saw, more than heard, her whisper. Her reddened lips moved it purposefully, committing it to her memory. “Dickie and Eton.”

His chest grew tighter when she looked up at him, sparkling eyes, twinkling tiara. 

He smiled yet again. His cheeks had begun to grow sore. Had he ever smiled so much?

“But there are so many people,” she glowed. “Why are they all here? I’m not sure any of them know me!” He watched her scan the crowd and look back up at him, eyes all full of wonder. “And this goes on all night?”

He caught himself laughing a little, but he nodded. “Well, they’ve been known to, though Rosamund’s presentation ball only lasted until three.” 

“In the morning?”

“Yes!” He laughed louder. “Cora, you have just been presented. We must celebrate you.” He, too, then looked out across the crowd: he wasn’t sure he knew all of them either, and the music had not even begun. “Though I dare say even there are quite a few more here than Rosamund’s.”

“Shh!” Cora’s eyes flicked to just behind Robert, where his older sister stood. “We mustn’t let her hear.”

That was true. 

“And besides,” her voice was quieter, “they’ve all probably come out of curiosity.” She smirked the way Robert was beginning to learn she did, a crooked little grin that made him chuckle. “I feel a little like the eighth world wonder.” 

[saiyanwhore]

Dragon Ball Z: Boyfriend Scenarios

Part Three: How He Confesses His Feelings

A/N: Sorry it took so long everyone!!

Goku

The only person in the group that knew of Goku's crush on you was Bulma. She was always rooting him on and giving him tips.

This morning, she suggested he try to cook for you since you were always cooking for him.

You walked downstairs to the smell of something good...and something burning. It was a weird mix.

Immediately alarmed, you hurried yourself to see what was going on. You were immediately stopped by a panicked looking Goku.

"No, no Y/N you can't come down just yet." He nervously chuckled.

"What did you do Goku? It smells like burnt food in here!"

"Really! There's no reason to worry! I promise! It's all under control." He flashed you his goofy grin as you attempted to push past him.

"Goku! Come on! What is going on!?"

"It's under control Y/N!" You hear Bulma's voice shout.

"Bulma!?" You were shocked. "Goku you must have really fucked up if Bulma's here to fix it!"

"Please, Y/N!"

"Move!"

"No!"

"Move Goku!"

"I can't."

You knew just how to get him. Tickling.

You began to tickle his sides as he doubled over and you quickly sped past him and into the kitchen. You looked at the table to see your favorite breakfast food prepared.

Goku came up behind you and placed a hand on the small of your back. He looked a little red in the face as Bulma laughed.

"He tried to make you breakfast and completely failed." She laughed. "I came to help out. Almost done! Just finishing up the orange juice."

Bulma winked at Goku as you turned around and started giggling.

"Well, you see. I've never been the best at cooking and..."

You interrupted. "Goku, it's alright. I appreciate the effort. Thank you."

You engulfed him in a hug being sure to squeeze him extra tight. His large arms snaked around your waist as he began to whisper in your ear.

"You know, I tried to make breakfast. Well, because..." He sighed softly. "I kind of, sort of like you a lot."

You started laughing even harder, Goku pulling away and giving you a confused look. He scratched the top of his head as you continued your laughter.

"Goku! Come back!" You grabbed his hand and pulled him into another hug. "Surprise! I like you too." You whispered back.

"Told you so!!" Bulma stuck her tongue out at Goku as you happily sat down at the table.

Vegeta

Tonight Bulma was throwing a party and despite not wanting to go at all, Vegeta did because he knew you would be there.

It was nice to take a break from training and just hang out.

Throughout the night, you danced, drank just a little, and chatted with everyone.

It wasn't until the night was almost over that you remembered Vegeta said he would be here tonight.

You were so used to not seeing him at these sorts of things that you just sort of expected him not to show up.

Vegeta had been sitting inside watching TV the entire time you were outside with everyone. He had even gotten so comfy on the couch, he fell asleep.

"Hey, have you seen 'Geta?" You questioned Bulma.

She pointed inside, to which you quickly rushed in.

You found him sprawled out on the couch, snoring away. He must have been tired from training.

You giggled as you crouched down next to the Saiyan. "Vegeta." You whispered his name. He didn't budge.

You stood up, gently picked him up walked outside where you immediately flew away, being careful not to wake him.

You were going to your place.

Once you landed, you walked inside and gently placed him on the couch, grabbing him a pillow and blanket. You covered him up and gave his forehead a soft kiss before making yourself a cup of coffee.

You sat down in one of your chairs, sipping away at the warm drink, waiting for him to wake up.

Eventually, he did.

His onyx eyes fluttered open and an immediate look of confusion plastered on his face. He glanced around the room before spotting you and quickly sitting up.

"Woman! Where am I?"

You laughed. "My house. You fell asleep at the party. I carried you here."

Vegeta's heart fluttered at the thought of you carrying him back to your house. Taking care of him.

"Who knew that the Prince of all Saiyans looked so cute while sleeping." You teased him. "Want some coffee?"

His face went red as he looked down at the floor. "Please..." He grumbled, rolling his eyes.

You made him some and handed it to him, taking a seat next to him on the couch.

"You were really out cold. I tried to wake you, but you just kept snoring."

Vegeta felt a wave of embarrassment fall over him as he shrugged. "You should have left me there, woman."

"Oh yeah. As if. Bulma would have rolled you off the couch and yelled at you to get out. You're not exactly the nicest to anyone other than me." You chuckled. "Why am I so special anyway, Vegeta? Why do you only talk to me?"

"I train with you."

"Ah."

Vegeta took a sip of his drink before leaning forward and setting it on the table.

"Well, you're special to me Vegeta." You looked away, a bit flustered.

He just grunted, crossing his arms and looking toward the ceiling.

"Vegeta. I like you. A lot."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"You only think you do."

"I like you Vegeta. As hard as it is to like you, I do. I like how you're not easy on me simply because I'm a girl. And how you treat me like a warrior. I admire you. You're strong and proud. I love that about you."

Vegeta's face went as red as a tomato. His voice was low. "How convenient."

"Huh?"

"Oh god, I've become all...soft." He cringed. "For god sakes woman, I like you too!"

Gohan

"Absolutely not Gohan! You two are getting too old to be having sleepovers together!" Chi-Chi said to her son.

"Oh come on mom! Y/N and I are just friends! Just this one time! Last time I swear!"

"That's what you said last time! No!" She crossed her arms and started tapping her foot.

"Mom, please! I promise this time is a definite last time!" He begged. "I'll put in extra time for studying!"

Chi-Chi's ears perked up once he mentioned studying.

"Okay Gohan, but this is the last time!"

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" He laughed as he flew out the front door towards your house.

Gohan landed at your front door, knocking rapidly.

You opened with a happy face. "You convinced her?"

"Yeah! All I had to tell her was extra studying!" Gohan laughed as he entered your house.

"Gohan, sweetie! How are you?" Your mother greeted.

"Oh just lovely, Mrs. L/N. And you?"

"I'm doing good!"

You grabbed Gohan's hand and dragged him up to your room where the two of you sat on your bed.

"Sneaking out tonight, right?" You questioned.

"Uh, yeah!"

Up until the start of the new school year, you and Gohan did this all the time. You'd stay the night at one another's house and sneak out at night. Most of the time it was to stargaze.

When it finally was nighttime, the two of you opened your window and flew out to an old abandoned barn in the middle of nowhere.

You landed on the roof, Gohan laying back and staring up at the sky, hands behind his head.

"This really might be the last time we do this." He mumbled. "Mom's been pretty strict about us seeing one another lately."

You scooted closer to him, laying down. "I don't know why..." You responded.

Gohan nervously chuckled and took a deep breath. "I think she thinks we like each other or something."

Your heart began to thump as you looked over at him, his eyes shimmering under the stars.

"Well, she has every right to be suspicious. Neither one of us date and we're with each other all the time."

"Yeah. Right." He grinned, grabbing your hand.

You tightly gripped his hand, eyes locking with his.

"Maybe mom is right about us."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, hypothetically speaking, what if I liked you and you liked me and we started dating, huh?"

You smiled at him.

"Would it give me permission to do this?" You rolled over and straddled him, his cheeks immediately turned red and eyes wide.

You leaned down and kissed him square on the lips, his hands moving to your waist.

He tasted so sweet and lovely.

He pulled away due to the need for air and looked up at you. "I think I'm going to need you to do that again just to be sure."

Future Trunks

It had been a few months since the last time you had seen him. You were beyond excited.

Trunks had told you the exact date, location, and time of when he'd arrive.

It was only a matter of time before the androids would show up, and not only were you excited, you were also scared to see what was going to happen.

You stood impatiently, tapping your foot. Krillin stood by your side as you nervously chewed at your nails.

"Hey Y/N it will be alright. I'm sure he'll be here any mo-" And before Krillin could answer, the air zapped and the time machine appeared right before your eyes. It landed on the ground and you immediately flew up to the top, busting open the dome to reveal Trunks.

"Trunks!" You grinned, grabbing his hand and pulling him out.

He looked up at you with his bright blue eyes, a grin plastered on his face. He laughed softly before nervously scratching his neck.

"Y/N! Good to see you too."

"Come on you two! We don't have much time." You heard Piccolo from the ground.

You both flew down. Piccolo and Krillin stayed with you to wait for Trunks while the rest of the gang headed to gather in the designated area.

Piccolo and Krillin lifted off and you and Trunks followed.

"I missed you." You mumbled, glancing over at him.

"Me too, Y/N." He looked down.

Silence filled the air as you traveled Trunks looked nervous and on edge. It was understandable considering he was facing the androids, who destroyed his future.

"It'll be okay Trunks. We'll beat them together." You smiled.

His eyebrows knitted as he looked over at you with worry glistening in his eyes. He frowned. "No, Y/N. You don't understand what they're like. They've killed thousands of innocent people in my future. They won't hesitate to do it here either. They're monsters."

You flew a little closer to him and grabbed his hand. "I know. Which is why I'm motivated to kill them once and for all."

Trunks squeezed your hand softly before clearing his throat.

"Y/N, before we arrive. And before we begin our battle, there's something you need to know." His throat bobbed.

"Yes?"

"If the androids kill you or me I need you to know..." He choked. "I love and like you a lot."

Piccolo

Another day at the lookout...

"Hey, Piccolo." You disturbed the Namekian during his meditation session.

He opened one of his eyes and peeked over at you, a small smile playing upon his lips as he crossed his arms.

"What is it, Y/N?"

You laughed at him before walking over and grabbing one of his hands and tugging him along gently.

"I want take out. It's been soooooo long!" You grinned ear to ear.

"Fine." He had been looking for an excuse to be alone with you anyway. Dende and Mr. Popo always seemed to be sneaking in to watch the two of you flirt like a soap opera or something.

"What?" You were shocked he gave in so easily.

His forehead crinkled. "I said fine. Don't make me regret it."

"Yes! Yes! Yes! You're the best, Big Green!"

A purple tint appeared on his cheeks.

*Later*

You and Piccolo were preparing to leave the lookout, saying a quick "goodbye, see ya soon" to Dende and Popo.

You both flew down towards the ground, Piccolo attempting to make small talk whilst you made your way to the Chinese restaurant.

"Why didn't you just go on your own?" He questioned, not looking over in your direction. You had put something nicer than usual on to get his attention, and it had worked by the look on his face.

"I enjoy your company clearly. You are the reason I am even at the lookout, Piccolo. I mean, seriously. I'm just a mere human."

He growled. "No. You're a warrior."

"Well still."

You eventually landed and Piccolo walked closely by your side as you made your way down the street.

The Namekian held a hand to the small of your back, guiding you along. He really was a gentleman no matter how tough he liked to act at times.

"You know, I appreciate you coming with me." You grinned up at him.

"Uh. Yeah. Sure."

You grinned as you leaned into his side. His heart stopped as he looked off into the distance with a blush overcoming his face.

"Why do you always go purple when I touch you?"

"W-What?" He exclaimed, a panicked look on his face.

You giggled softly. "I think someone has a crush on silly, old me."

"What? No!"

"Yes!" You stuck your tongue out at him.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"And so what if I did?" He stopped dead in his tracks and crossed his arms.

"Well, I'd say I like you too."

"You would?"

"Mhm." You nodded, falling into his chest.

It took the Namekian by surprise, but soon you felt his arms snake around you and you stood in his embrace for a while before starting back up on your walk. His hand is yours.

[ginnympotter]

I'm not sure if this is on the prompt list but could you do Ginny finding out she's pregnant/her telling Harry?

A/N: Hi! I’ve done a one shot about this before that you can read here, but I decided to do this prompt anyway just from a different angle this time! hope you like it :)

She’s seen it hundreds of times. She shouldn’t cry about it right now. She’ll give herself away.

But she doesn’t have quite as much control over her tear ducts as she’d like.

Because even though it’s the hundredth some odd time, seeing James curled up against Harry on the couch, his little eyes fluttered close, mouth slightly open, cheek pressed to Harry’s chest, her heart pangs and her throat closes up.  

Harry kisses their son’s forehead and looks up at her, his face dissolving from contentment into worry. “Gin? What’s the matter?”

Ginny realizes as he’s asking that tears have started to roll down her face without realizing it. She wipes the ones that have dared to escape and shakes her head. “Nothing, everything’s fine, don’t worry about it. I- er, I think I’m just a bit exhausted.”

Her husband gives her a look of scrutiny. After being married for almost four years and together for even longer, he’s learned how to discern between her facial expressions, her tone of voice, the extent of her lies, and even the different ways she cries. Before he could analyze her any more she stands up. “I need to shower, I still reek from practice...could you put James down in his crib?”

“Sure,” he agrees reluctantly, knowing how to take her cues at this point. He slowly stands up, holding James close to him. He stops in front of Ginny to kiss her cheek which, for some reason unbeknownst to her, makes her eyes tear up more. Harry goes upstairs as she tidies up, trying to distract herself. 

Once she gets to the shower, it’s a bit more difficult, as she basically drowns in her thoughts. How does she tell him? What if he isn’t ready for another baby? Is she? How will it affect James? She thinks of how close Bill is with Charlie- will James and his new sibling be like that, too? Or will they be too competitive and resent each other?

She eventually pulls herself together and gets out of the shower. When she enters their bedroom, Harry is already in bed, shirt off and reading the book Hermione had gotten him for Christmas. He looks up and smiles at her, giving her an extra eyebrow wiggle at her bare form. She smiles back before putting her knickers on. She pulls a t-shirt out from his drawer and throws it on, wrings her hair out a bit more for good measure, and then slips into bed next to her husband. He closes his book and puts it on his bedside table. 

“Hi,” she says, feeling nervous.

“Hi,” he responds, that same smile on his face. He caresses her cheek and she melts into him as he brings her face forward for a kiss. When he pulls away he keeps hold of her chin, forcing her to look at him. She gulps as his expression becomes more serious. “Talk. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” she tries.

Harry looks at her with exasperation. “Don’t bullshit me, Gin.”

“I’m not bullshitting you. Nothing is wrong,” she reiterates, which is true. Nothing is wrong, as it is quite a wonderful thing.

“Well, something is up, and when I act all moody you never let me get away with it. So come on, talk. If nothing is wrong, then what is it that you’re feeling right now?”

She sighs as Harry’s hand drops from her face onto her leg. “Overwhelmed.”

“Ok, that’s a start. About what?” When she doesn’t immediately respond, he goes on. “I mean, being a star Quidditch player, married to me, and a mother to that little rascal can lend to a very overwhelming life sometimes, I’d think.”

“Yeah,” she confirms. And then, “Imagine being a mother to two little rascals.”

“Well, yeah, that’d be even more overwhel-” he stops in his tracks. He swallows hard. “Er, is that a hypothetical scenario?”

Ginny shakes her head. Reality hits Harry, and suddenly his face is unreadable; all Ginny can tell is that he’s trying to sort through all his emotions at once.

“I’m sorry, Harry. I know that we hadn’t talked about having another baby yet, obviously I didn’t plan this,” she says desperately. “But we both have been negligent with protection lately, I thought...well, maybe it was an unspoken thing. And I know James isn’t even two yet, so it might feel too soon, and if that’s how you feel we can talk about it and deci-”

But Harry cuts her off, putting a finger to her lips. “Stop that. Do not apologize for this. I…” he trails off, smiling widely. “I thought it was an unspoken thing, too.”

Her whole body sighs with relief as she soaks in his smile. “You’re not upset?”

“No, of course not,” he tells her in earnest. “Having James with you has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Of course I was scared the first time because I didn’t know what it’d be like, but now…”

“Now you’re Super Dad,” she says, reaching up and running a hand through his hair. “Amazing at being a father, just like you’re amazing at everything else you try.”

“But are you upset?” Harry asks her, concerned. “You were crying before downstairs- it had to be related to this, right? Are you sure it’s what you want, too? It’s up to you, you know that.”

“I was crying but not because I’m upset or that I don’t want this to happen. I was crying because watching you with James made me feel so overwhelmed with love and excitement over growing our family. And I was worried how you’d react, if you were ready.”

“Well, that worry can go out the window now,” he assures her. “I...I mean, you’re sure you’re pregnant?”

She nods.

“I couldn’t be happier,” he grins, green eyes sparkling. “Are you happy?”

“Yes,” she tells him. “So happy. But also worried. James is already a handful, and to think my mum raised seven of us…”

“We’ll have her help, and everyone else’s too, if we need it. We’ll figure it out together,” he says, wrapping her up in a hug. She exhales in relief as he holds her tight, her face in the crook of his neck. “That’s what this whole marriage thing is about I reckon, yeah?” 

“That and inheriting your family fortune.”

“Ah, yes, how could I forget our Daily Prophet wedding day headline?”

She chuckles against him. “What do you think the headline will be when they find out we’re having another child?”

Harry ponders the question for a moment before responding. ”Probably something about popping out enough kids to help build our own Quidditch empire.”

“Damn, that’s actually a good idea.”

“Gin,” he says softly, bringing her back to the matter at hand. She looks up at him, his eyes glistening. “We’re really having another baby?”

“We’re having another baby, Harry,” she says, letting the words sink in. They smile giddily, and they both lean forward and kiss with enthusiasm, laughing in between. “So, what are we going to call our family quidditch team, then? The Seven Potters?”

[felidaefighter]

Fears To Ease And Flesh To Mend

Ranboo and Tubbo find out that unzombifying a piglin is a bit different from unzombifying a villager, and they start off parenthood with quite a few complications and in a little over their heads. For the sake of their child, they may need to put awkwardness aside and ask for help.

[Sick fic, canon divergence, Phil and Techno meet Michael, lots and lots of piglin lore headcanons] ~20,000 words per chapter

Chapter Two of Four

     “Hey Phil,” Ranboo said carefully as they were coming back from trading with the local villagers, who gave good deals since they were grateful they’d been cured after being zombified, “What’s the difference between curing a zombie villager and curing a zombie piglin? Aside from the obvious.” Phil looked curiously at Ranboo while they walked. “That’s an interesting question. It is a little bit different, yeah. Technically the process itself is the same but ahhh there’s always some difficulties. Usually not worth the trouble.” Ranboo pondered this for a moment. “Huh. How do you mean?”

    “Well, because of where they’re from, piglins tend to have a bit of a resistance to magic. So the rotten flesh doesn’t really heal fully or automatically the way it does for villagers. The whole process is easier in the Nether, because the lack of moisture keeps the rot slow and less likely to spread after they’re healed.” Ranboo listened intently, opening his book and scribbling notes so he could keep track. “It’s just a rare thing to see happen, is all. Adult piglins especially, they’re such a warrior-based society that waking up hurting and confused just means they’re more likely to attack the person who healed them than be grateful. Not to mention they’re still going to have infections and rot. It’s just so uncommon because you’d never try and heal a piglin that you didn’t know beforehand. It requires so much aftercare and pre-established trust, like from before they were zombified, that without it it’s just bound to lead to the piglin dying anyways.”

    “Oooh interesting, interesting. But the dosage ratio of potions and apple and stuff is the same, right?” Phil nodded. “Yeah, between piglins and villagers and the little rascals, too.” He cackled a little. “General consensus tends to be it’s better to overdose on magic than underdose, because worst case scenario for inhaling too much of the weakness potion is you feel a bit queasy, and worst case scenario for eating too much golden apple is that you get a stomachache, but if you underdose the worst case scenario is they aren’t healed at all and can never be properly healed.” 

    They were just about at their houses now, and Phil shot Ranboo a look with raised eyebrows. “You don’t know any piglins aside from Techno though right? You aren’t worried about Techno are you mate? You don’t need to be-- he’s already gone through that process. He doesn’t need to do it again.” Ranboo stopped short. This was news to him, but also, it made for an excellent cover. For now at least-- admittedly he was still a little lacking on information for how to treat the infections properly. “Wait, really? Techno was zombified?” 

    “Ah, yep.” Ranboo nearly jumped out of his skin, spooked at Techno’s voice. The piglin must’ve come out of his own house to greet them as they arrived, and overheard the last bit of conversation. “An interestin’ way to enter a conversation, but yeah, I was.” Techno shrugged. “Just for a few seconds though. Happens with any piglin that wants to be able to traverse the overworld. Phil and I planned it ahead of time, so there weren’t really a lot of sores to deal with or anything. Definitely not where most of my scars come from,” Techno said with a bragging smirk. 

    Ranboo laughed a bit. “Of course, yeah. That’s so cool though, ‘cause I didn’t know any of that. It does make sense though, I think, yes.” Ranboo was desperately trying to sound normal and not allude to anything else at all. He really hoped it was working. “Ranboo, you good mate?” Phil asked. It was, apparently, not working. He tried to stay steady and even with his voice. “Yeah, no, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” Techno kind of squinted at him, and Ranboo nervously curled in on himself just a bit, despite being slightly taller than the piglin.

    Techno looked like he was going to say something that surely would’ve made Ranboo explode with anxiety, but instead, he just shrugged. “Alright. We won’t pry. Will we, Phil?” Techno said, looking pointedly at the man, who very much looked like he did in fact want to pry, but conceded with a bit of a grumble and a small sigh. “Let us know if you’re curious about anything else though. Techno and I have gone around the bend with this one, we know the ins and outs.” Techno elbowed Phil (knowing this was his way of trying to subtly pry), who lightly smacked him back. Ranboo, in turn, nodded at them. “Mhm! I will, thank you.”

    Ranboo pretended not to notice as the two of them exchanged a knowing glance with one another, instead giving a wave and heading off to his own house for the night. He let out a long, shaky exhale once inside. “Okay, could’ve gone better, could’ve gone worse. Should’ve kept Michael in the nether while healing him, but we did it as soon as he was safe at Snowchester in a baby-proofed room so… Overall… not... as bad as it could have been? I think we did okay, I think we did okay,” Ranboo muttered to himself, trying to calm himself down. 

    Unfortunately, he didn’t learn anything about how to heal an infection, but he supposed that was typical. He didn’t ask about infections. He asked about unzombifying piglins. He did have more resources at his house than Tubbo had, though, so he went to his basement and started rummaging around in his chests to see if he could find anything of value. A little difficult with how disorganized he tended to be, but that was okay. It gave Tubbo time to respond to him after he sent him a quick message. 

    Secretly, Ranboo wanted to involve Techno and Phil; he knew that they and Tubbo had a bit of a rough history, but the two really seemed to know what they were talking about. And Tubbo had changed and Phil and Techno had changed, and Ranboo didn’t think they would try to hurt Michael. If there was a chance they could help Michael, he was considering risking it. He’d do anything for his son. But he wouldn’t say anything unless Tubbo was okay with it; after hesitating, he sent Tubbo another message. 

<Ranboo> techno and phil might know how to help with michael’s infection <Ranboo> but i don’t know how to ask without telling them about him <Ranboo> and i won’t tell them if you’re worried <Tubbo> i don’t trust techno <Tubbo> but he is a piglin also <Tubbo> and i trust you <Ranboo> i just worry that it’ll get worse if we don’t do it right <Tubbo> it’s your call big man

    Ranboo stared anxiously at the messages, thinking of his next step. He was so focused on it that he almost didn’t hear the knock on his door from upstairs. Startled, he shouted up. “Coming! I’ll be there in a second!” Giving one last glance at the conversation, he tucked his communicator away and rushed up the ladder. He opened the door and stepped outside a bit, his house being a bit too cramped to have a decent conversation. “Phil!” He exclaimed, utterly confused. “What’s up? Everything okay?” Phil was standing at the door next to a very disgruntled Technoblade, who looked like he had tried everything in his power to stop whatever conversation was about to happen and, upon failing due to Phil’s Old Man Stubbornness, decided to tag along. 

    “So, hypothetically,” Phil started, and Techno groaned. Phil sent one of his typical jokingly exasperated glances at Techno in response, and started again. “Hypothetically, if you were curing a zombie piglin, you’d probably want someone around who’s done it before to make sure everything went okay.” Ranboo stared at him for a moment, processing. “That’s true! Hypothetically, if I’d already cured a zombie piglin, I’d also want help with it to make sure nothing went wrong.” Phil now wore a knowing smirk, triumphant in the fact that his suspicions were confirmed. Techno sighed. “See, Phil, what you’ve done now is you’ve made a lot more work for us. Ranboo could’ve got it all done on his own and probably would’ve been fine, but now we gotta go help.” Phil turned to him as he spoke.

    “Techno, you don’t have to help mate, I’ve done this on my own before--” Techno interrupted him. “Nahhhh nah nah, you can do it on your own sure, but you see I am a certified actual piglin, so you’re gonna want my help regardless. It’ll be easier with me there. I’m comin’ with you.” Ranboo just stood there, baffled, trying to gather his thoughts. They were both asking way more than he initially thought and also way less. Was this a good thing? Regardless, they had offered to help and apparently nothing could convince them not to. “Th-- Thank you…?” Ranboo said, then corrected himself, “Thank you. I uh. Hoo boy. It’s a bit of a story,” he admitted nervously.

    Phil placed a hand on Ranboo’s upper arm, given his shoulder was a bit too high up for comfort. “Let’s walk and talk, then. I’m assuming this piglin you know is elsewheres, at least.” Ranboo nodded. “Yeah. Let me just, uh--” he sent a quick message to Tubbo saying they were on their way as they started walking-- “Yeah. But first uh, we already healed him. Sort of. We cured him, but he’s not healed. He’s got some really bad infections and we’re worried that some of the issues are internal. It doesn’t seem like it, but we want to be safe.” Phil’s face shifted to a look of deep concern, and mentally started making note of what they would need, as Techno looked rather thoughtfully at Ranboo, having picked up more than just the medical details that Phil was so focused on. “‘We’’? Who’s ‘we’?” Techno asked. 

    Ranboo stiffened, and then took a deep breath. Well, here went nothing. “So you know Tubbo? --Please don’t get mad at me,” Ranboo started, and Techno held his tongue. “When I first joined and Tubbo was giving me a tour of New L’Manberg, we found a. Uh. We found a baby piglin who had been zombified.” Something seemed to click for both Techno and Phil as a look of realization passed over their faces, and Ranboo prayed that it didn’t turn to anger or aggression. They had no reason to feel that way, he tried to reassure himself, but he knew their history with Tubbo.

    “We… made him a little shelter in the Nether to protect him from ghasts and wandering off. Until we’d made a baby-proofed room for him at least in Tubbo’s house. And last night we brought him to the overworld, to Tubbo’s house, and cured him.” Ranboo waited for the backlash, and while Techno looked like he had something he wanted to say, Phil spoke first. “Keeping him in the Nether in a shelter was one of the best things you could’ve done. Most of the area around the main portal, which is what I’m assuming you used, is wasteland, so it’s really dry and that would’ve protected him as well as anything can from decaying. Techno?”

    Techno, after having been given the go-ahead, was finally free to speak his mind. “Ranboo-- Ranboo I’m not really so sure about Tubbo, I mean he is one of the big government guys that hunted me down-- are you doin’ this as like, a favor to him? What’s the relationship there?” Ah. Ranboo had been prepared to talk about Michael, but this, now this was a little awkward. Instead, he decided to first pipe up to correct Techno and defend Tubbo. “Actually, that was Quackity’s idea. He kind of talked everyone else into that. I’m pretty sure at least. I think I wrote it down. He was definitely the one who organized it though. I think he was gonna do it whether we agreed or not?” Techno was very clearly making mental notes. “Interesting,” he said. Ranboo continued in his answer. “And relationship, well uh, it’s not a favor per se, it’s more like… we adopted him? Together. We adopted him together, like, as our son? And we’re married.”

    “What?” Phil squawked. Techno just blinked at Ranboo, and chose his words carefully, trying to hide his shock. Actually, if it wasn’t so nerve-wracking, it would’ve been hilarious. “Well. I won’t say anything as to your choice in spouse, but this is definitely new information.” Phil, despite his ruffled feathers in both a physical and metaphorical sense, gathered himself and decided to push the other two to do the same. Quite literally-- he put a firm hand on Techno and Ranboo both and started urging them towards the portal. Ranboo let out a startled noise that was intermingled with a confused, small laugh. “Right, well, infection’s not gonna get better on its own, we can deal with this situation later. I will talk to you and Tubbo about this,” Phil nearly scolded, and Ranboo could only nod under Phil’s determination. Techno, of course, deferred his judgement to Phil.

[lothiriel84]

I Relate to the Sparrow

“Arthur,” Douglas clears his throat, the beginnings of a mildly problematic intuition stirring at the back of his mind. “You do know what ‘attractive’ means, right?”

“Of course I do,” Arthur scoffs, about as offended as he ever gets, which is to say, hardly at all. “What do you take me for?”

A Cabin Pressure ficlet. Acespec!Arthur, pre-canon. Title borrowed from Susannah Pearse's eponymous song cycle.

They’re sitting in an overpriced café in the main concourse of Prague Airport, enjoying the momentary respite from their employer’s sharp tongue – just a spot of Arthur-wrangling, nothing Carolyn couldn’t sort out in the blink of an eye, should she want to, but as they’re genuinely quite early there’s no real objection to letting the boy roam freely around the duty free area just a little longer. Not precisely the brightest of chaps, Arthur, but he’s really not all that bad, when you get to know him; and for all that he’s already witnessed countless displays of Carolyn’s maternal exasperation at her son’s misplaced attempts at making himself useful, he suspects no one would ever find the bodies of anyone who was foolish enough to dare touch a hair on Arthur’s head.

“What do you reckon?” Nigel nudges him, eyes darting sideways as a gorgeous specimen of the flight attendant persuasion walks past them, her pristine uniform doing a rather marvellous job at putting her long legs and delectable backside on display.

“Hmm. Not too bad,” he agrees easily, taking a sip of his alcohol-free passion fruit martini. “Reminds me of one of my old flames, actually.”

Well, not so much an old flame as a mutually enjoyable layover in Bern, somewhen between wife number one and wife number two. He’s certainly had his fair share of fun in his brief spells of singlehood in between marriages, not to mention his early days as a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed first officer at Air England.

“What about that one?” he drawls at length, glass subtly raised to point at a stunning redhead strolling down the concourse, her low-cut dress leaving very little to the imagination. “Ten to one says she wouldn’t think twice about jumping into bed with an airline captain.”

“Well, we could scarcely call ourselves ‘an airline’, but I take your point,” Nigel concedes at length. “Carol’s best friend’s a redhead, and she’s always on about her latest conquests. Makes you wonder, you know.”

The rustle of several bags signals Arthur’s approach, mercifully without any sign of an irritable Carolyn hot on his heels for a change. “Hello, chaps,” he greets them, looking if anything even jollier than his usual self, which is something of an accomplishment when it comes to someone whose entire personality could be summed up as ‘perpetually cheerful’. “Did you know they have four different types of Toblerone in the duty free shop?”

At his side, Nigel sighs almost imperceptibly, and downs the rest of his virgin mojito. It’s not that he doesn’t get on well enough with Arthur, he even told Douglas as much on the first leg of one of their earliest intercontinental flights together; he just happens to find constant chatter a little tiresome, and who can blame him when he’s married to the most talkative woman this side of the English Channel. Not that Douglas ever had the occasion to exchange more than a few pleasantries with Carol, which is just as well, given how Helena seems to hold some kind of long-standing grudge against the woman for reasons she never actually cared to explain.

“Care for a spot of bird-watching, Arthur?” he says instead, keen on forestalling any potential diplomatic issue between his captain and their employer’s only son and heir. “Nigel and I spotted a few truly remarkable specimens earlier on.”

Arthur blinks, confusion apparent on his face. “Birds? How did they even get in here?”

“They’re not actual birds, Arthur,” Nigel explains, only just managing to stop himself from rolling his eyes. “We’re talking about women.”

“Ooh, I get it,” Arthur nods, plainly not getting it in the slightest. “What about them?”

“Attractive women,” Douglas clarifies, as if talking to a twelve year old. “It’s who can get most in however long it takes for Carolyn to hunt us down and shout us back to our respective duties.”

“Brilliant. How about that girl sitting on the bench, the one with the book? She looks like she’d give really good hugs.”

The two pilots exchange a surreptitious, disbelieving look at that, which goes completely over Arthur’s head. Each to their own and all that jazz, but for all that he’s got a good thirty years on her, Douglas can think of at least a dozen plausible scenarios off the top of his head in which he’d very much rather take a rain check.

“Suit yourself,” Nigel shrugs at length, twirling his empty glass so that the melting ice cubes clink against one another. “I can see at least four other people from where I’m sitting that I’d rather take to bed, and I’m not even counting that gentleman in the indigo suit over there.”

“How do you mean?” Arthur frowns, looking like he’s slowly and earnestly puzzling over the meaning of that sentence in his head.

“I mean,” Nigel huffs, pinching at the bridge of his nose in what is most likely a desperate attempt to keep himself from snapping at his boss’ offspring. “We’re not all straight here. I believe we’ve been through this before.”

“Oh!” Arthur’s eyes widen, almost comically, and then he’s shaking his head. “No, not the you being bisexual bit, I know that. I meant the bit about taking random strangers to bed.”

“Arthur,” Douglas clears his throat, the beginnings of a mildly problematic intuition stirring at the back of his mind. “You do know what ‘attractive’ means, right?”

“Of course I do,” Arthur scoffs, about as offended as he ever gets, which is to say, hardly at all. “What do you take me for?”

As luck would have it, Carolyn picks that exact moment to emerge from the crowd, phone still in hand. “Ah, there you are, drivers. I bring good news.”

“Absolutely not, Carolyn,” Nigel interrupts her before she can get another word in. “I don’t care if it’s the Queen herself, tomorrow’s our first day off in weeks, and I’m not going to give up on that.”

“O ye of little faith,” Carolyn sighs dramatically, and just like that, the entire conversation is forgotten.

.

A week later they’re on standby, and it’s just the two of them in the Portakabin – Nigel having apparently decided he feels lucky enough to brave the airfield canteen for a latte and whatever it is they’re trying to pass off today as pastries – when Arthur approaches him, and from the look on his face, he’s been ruminating about this for quite a long time.

“Douglas,” the boy begins, somewhat hesitantly. “Do you mind if I ask you a question?”

“You just did,” he sighs, putting his pencil down and pushing the crosswords further away on his desk. “Go on.”

“I mean, it’s kind of a personal question. You don’t have to, if you’d rather not.”

“I’m not telling you how I got your mother’s Talisker off the plane, if that’s what you’re planning to ask,” he ventures, and that seems enough to momentarily derail Arthur’s train of thought.

“Wasn’t going to ask about that, actually,” Arthur shakes his head at length. “You know that game you and Nigel were playing in Prague?”

Douglas nods, slowly. “Bit sexist, I’ll give you that. Still, just a spot of harmless fun, hey? No harm done.”

“Yes, no, I mean – I’m still not sure what it was all about.”

“Come on, Arthur, I distinctly remember you mentioning at least two different girlfriends ever since I started out here at MJN Air. You can’t be seriously suggesting you didn’t at least have an idea as to what was going on there.”

“But,” Arthur pleads, a faint note of distress starting to tinge his voice. “You and Nigel, you’re both married, right?”

Douglas is suddenly reminded of everything he’s managed to piece together about Carolyn’s ex-husband – Arthur’s father – so far, and quickly realises he’d better tread carefully now. “Yes, we are, Arthur. I promise neither of us was seriously planning on cheating on our respective wives; it was more of a hypothetical question, you know – something along the lines of, who would you rather sleep with if you weren’t married. Not one out best moments, as far as game material goes, but there you go.”

“Yes, but – I was wondering, how can you tell?”

“How can I tell what, exactly?” It’s Douglas’s turn to start feeling confused, if he’s perfectly honest. Not that he’d ever admit that out loud.

“That you’d like to, you know. With them.”

“Arthur,” that half-formed idea from a week ago is back now, and it’s getting more and more disturbing by the moment. “Are you trying to tell me that you’ve never – ”

He trails off, struggling to reassess the situation to the very best of his judgement. “Not,” he hastens to add, “that there’s anything wrong with that.”

“Oh, you mean sex,” Arthur nods his head sagely. “Yes, I’ve done that.”

“Right,” Douglas feels pretty much like he’s grasping at straws now, but he’s still determined to see this through, whatever this is. “So, you must have been able to tell, that you wanted to. That you were attracted to them.”

“Well, that was easy. They were my girlfriends, of course I knew I fancied them. How does it work with someone you’ve never even spoken to?”

“Surely, with each of your girlfriends, you had to go through a stage in which they were but strangers you’d only just met?”

Arthur tilts his head to one side, considering. “I suppose so, yeah. I still didn’t know I wanted to have sex with them back then, though.”

“It’s not – you’re making it a bigger deal than it actually is. You were attracted to them, that’s the point. Doesn’t matter the exact moment you decided to act on it, so to speak.”

“But, I mean – with your wives, you didn’t just – I don’t know, look at someone walking past you on the street and go, oh, I know I’d like to have sex with them one day.”

“It was precisely like that with the current Mrs Richardson, in point of fact,” he points out, though he elects to omit the – neither small nor insignificant – detail that he didn’t so much bump into Helena on a stroll through the park as she was one of the bridesmaids at his second wedding.

“Oh. Okay. No, it doesn’t work like that for me at all.”

Douglas can almost hear the wheels inside his own head finally click into gear. His daughter would be appalled if she knew he’d put most of her half-hour lecture on sexual orientations and gender identities out of his mind as soon as she was finished with it, but he hasn’t precisely forgotten it, either. “If I recall correctly, some people experience sexual attraction differently than most. As in, some might not experience it at all, while others do but only occasionally, or under very specific circumstances. I’m not saying that might be your case, but I believe it could be something worth looking into, should you feel like you want to.”

For the longest of moments, Arthur stands stock still, turning the idea over and over in his mind. “Wow,” he exhales at length. “That’s just – wow. Thank you, Douglas.”

Before he knows it, he finds himself with an armful of Arthur, looking for all the world like he’s out on a mission to put the ‘bear’ into ‘bear hug’.

“Oh dear,” Carolyn’s voice makes itself heard from where she’s only just materialised in the doorway, clearly debating whether or not she has the energy to deal with whatever nonsense is going on in there. “Please tell me it’s not Hug Your Pilot Day, again.”

“That’s not even a thing,” Douglas protests, only to think better of it. It’s Arthur they’re talking about, after all.

“Don’t be silly, Mum,” Arthur grins, unrepentant. “That’s not until May.”

“Someone give me strength,” Carolyn huffs under her breath, even as her son plants a quick peck on her cheek and dashes off, only narrowly avoiding knocking Nigel – who appears to have finally found his way back to the Portakabin – over in the process.

“This is going to be a long day,” Nigel announces philosophically to no one in particular, and resumes his usual place behind his desk.

[scarletosprey]

Fanfic

Harry finally becomes a true Weasley after marrying the love of his life-Ginny, well she is the only person who is suitable for him....or is she?

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Who does he likes the most?

Ron stumbled into Burrow’s kitchen scowling. Everyone was gathered in the kitchen for breakfast. Bill was sitting beside Charlie. Mr Weasley had left early for ministry. Percy was also there who has returned after the public announcement of the resurrection of Voldemort. He had begged for forgiveness to his family. His parents had readily forgiven him, but the siblings were still sore to him sometimes. Mrs Weasley was busy making breakfast for everyone. Only Harry and Ginny was absent from the kitchen.

Ron groaned and flopped on a chair.

 “Oh you are up dear, What would you like for breakfast? ” Mrs Weasley asked him.

 “I don’t think I can eat anything right now.” said Ron in a disgruntled voice.

 Every single person’s head snapped at him at his statement.

 “Ron are you all right”, Hermione asked bewildered. Cause Ron can stop doing anything but eating.

 “Are you ok? You or not sick are you?” Mrs Weasley started fussing over him, checking his head for temperature.

 “Did you heard what I heard dear Georgie!” Fred exclaimed with a mock panicked look

 “Oh, surely Freddie” George replied, copying the look of his twin.

 “Dear Ronnikins denied the food…the food.” 

 “Next thing we know will be Malfoy kissing our shoes.” 

Everyone else would have laughed at twins banter if they weren’t busy deducing reason behind Ron’s denial for food.

 “Stop it you two. After seeing your best mate and sister eating each other’s face off –first thing in the morning, anyone will lose their appetite.” Ron said Scowling

 Harry and Ginny had got together after Harry arrived at Burrow two weeks ago. He had realized his feelings for her during the end of his fifth year. She helped him through his grief for the loss of Sirius. He has confessed his feelings to her before it would have been too late as she has mentioned something about Dean Thomas on a return train ride. Ginny waved his concern. She told him that she had said that to piss-off Ron because he was acting like a overprotective git. They were together since then. Everyone was happy for the couple. Except for Ron, as he was having difficulty accepting the fact that his best friend likes his younger sister in that way. He always made the gagging sound even if they just held hands. Ginny was getting irritated by his behaviour. And now he has seen his baby sister and best mate snogging first thing in the morning.

 Mrs Weasley heaved a sigh of relief after hearing that nothing was wrong with his health.

 Hermione rolled her eyes. She had had this conversation with Ron many times. Many times she had to distract Ron when an argument seemed rising between him and Ginny.

 “Honesty Ron you’re just overreacting.” She said throwing him an irritated look.

 But Weasley brother’s faces were contorted.

 “Well we’ll just have to accept this fact.” Bill said acting as mature big brother all though he didn’t like the mental image of his sister snogging Harry.

 “I knew she had a crush on him but never thought Ginny could date him. It was just silly fangirl crush actually.” Charlie said thoughtfully

 “True, but she matured.” Hermione said catching everyone’s attention

She continued, “Ginny initially had that fangirl crush but she grew out of that. she even dated one other guy, that’s when she started seeing the real harry. Harry needs someone who can see him as harry as a real person and not as some hero.

 Everyone just stared at her.

 Fred and George had to my comment after such thought-full explanation-so they did,

 “Besides he just loves Weasleys” said Fred.

 “Just can’t resist the Weasley charm.” George said, merrily tucking into his breakfast.

 Hermione rolled her eyes smiling fondly

 “And that’s why he doesn’t have any other options. There aren’t many Weasley girls. Ginny is the only girl born in seven generations in Weasley family.” Bill mused out loud.

 “He doesn’t have many options cause he is walking straight.” Fred huffed.

 “If only he swung another way he would have had six options to choose from.” said George.

 “And he would have chosen me seeing that I am his favourite.” Fred said and continued eating.

 “Excuse me we both are his favourite, so why would he choose only you?” George asked crossing his arms in front of his chest.

 “Because I am a most handsome twin, everyone knows that.” Fred said that as if stating obvious.

 George was about to restore but Bill cut in.

  Bill brushed his ponytail before looking up at them and saying, “If we are going on looks then sorry brothers I think I am most handsome Weasley. So he would have chosen me.” 

  “You see we are talking about a boy here and seeing that I am one who is into a boy, his natural choice should be me.” Charlie stated matter-of-factly.

 “But we are speaking hypothetically. It is not important whether you are gay or not.” Percy waved away Charlie’s argument.

 “Percy shut up if you don’t have any valid argument. And he would never choose you so shut up.” Charlie glaring at Percy.

 “Of course it is a valid argument and how would you know that he wouldn’t choose me,” Percy asked him.

 “Why dear brother”-Fred

 “Want to choose one all for yourself.”-George said smirking at Percy, causing him to sputter incoherently.

 “As if he has any chance.” It came from Ron, who was silent during the argument.

 Percy raised his eyebrow and said “why not? Then tell Ron who has a chance with Harry.”

 “Yes you are his best friend you will be able to judge precisely.”- Bill

 Ron stared at his brothers as if they are small children and he is teaching them two plus two is four and said “Of course it would be me. I am his best friend after all. I know him better than any of you. And if you had forgotten I am the one whom he had rescued from the black lake during the second task in Triwizard tournament which means I am the person whom he will miss the most.”

 Everyone was quiet for a minute. Then Charlie exclaimed suddenly “We need a fair judge.”  

 Everyone nodded in agreement.

Fred scanned the table. His eyes stopped on bushy-haired girl and his lips turned into an evil smile.

 “Dear Hermione you are looking magnificent today.” said Fred.

 “Yes absolutely gorgeous.” George continued knowing what Fred was trying to do.

 “Stunning”

 “Charming”

  “Ok ok shut up, I am not judging which Weasley boy has a chance with Harry Game.” Hermione said frowning at them.

 “Come on Hermione, you would be the perfect judge. You are his best friend and you are not competing either.” said Ron in an attempt to convince her, hoping that she would be partial to him..

 “Competing, honestly Ronald.” Hermione said exasperated.

  Harry and Ginny entered the kitchen. No one noticed them except Hermione as they had resumed their previous argument.

 “What’s going on?” Ginny asked piling food on her plate.

 “Ah! Just the man we wanted to see.” said Charlie looking happily at Harry.

 “Go on, tell them, Harry, you would choose me upon them any day,” Ron told Harry passing him the butter.

 Harry was confused as to what was going on and seeing at Ginny she was in the same state as him.

 “Ron don’t pressure him, let him decide for himself,” Bill told Ron glaring at him.

 “Harrykins just tell them I am most handsome and close the topic.”-Fred

 “First of all we look alike and why you when we have already decided that we both are his favourite.” George turned to Fred frowning.

  Charlie growled at them. “Will you just stop praising yourselves.” 

 “Everyone be silent. Let us ask Harry what he thinks.”-Percy said solemnly.

 Harry was now extremely confused. Were they fighting over him? No, they won’t do that, would they? Well, they were Weasleys and they can do absolutely anything. He had had the first-hand experience at that. He shot an enquiring look at Hermione. She was trying hard not to laugh at them ….or him.

 “Alright shut up and speak one by one.” Ginny said over the raised voices.

 “Ginny we were just wondering that who would Harry chose among us if he swung the other way,” Bill stated calmly

 Harry and Ginny kept staring at them until Ginny burst out laughing. That set Hermione on laughter fit. Harry can’t understand what they were finding amusing in this situation where he felt more and more uncomfortable by passing minute.

  “This is serious Ginny,” Ron said sending her irritated look.

 Still chuckling Ginny said, “Of course it is Ron.” Then she turned to Harry and asked him managing a straight look “What do you think Harry? Who would you dump me for?”

 Harry let his head fall on the table with a groan. Still, he could hear the boys arguing and girls laughing their heads off.

 Mrs Weasley entered the kitchen listening to the bickering of her children and honorary children.

 “What’s the racket?”

 “Mum…Your sons are trying to steal my boyfriend.” Ginny managed to tell between her laughs.

 “Boys leave the poor boy alone. I have told you not to threaten him.” Mrs Weasley scolded her son. 

 “We are doing nothing like that.”-Bill

 “Then what are you on about.” Mrs. Weasley asked narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

 All boys looked at each other, trying to come with reasons to tell their mother.

 “Mrs Weasley they were doing quite the opposite. They were fighting for…err…what can we say…Harry’s affection.” Hermione told her looking in amusement.

 In the meanwhile, Harry had gulped down his breakfast. He stood up thanked Molly and slowly walked towards the kitchen door.

  Ron saw him and said loudly ”Harry at least answer us.”

 But had leapt in the run towards backyard already.

 “I think he doesn’t want to disappoint anyone by choosing me.” Fred stated and started the argument once again.

[really-sleep-deprived-nerd]

I dreamt an entire hurt/comfort Bakudeku Fantasy AU:

Okay, so it kind of was a Medieval/Fantasy BNHA AU? Basically Bakugou was a disgraced barbarian prince that had to run away from his kingdom because the queen, his own mother, thought him too dangerous because of his power mixed with his overall awful temper and, therefore, unfit to take the throne, so, she wanted to kill him so there would be no backlash from their people when she put someone who didn't have royal blood as the next in line. People can’t riot and demand for their “Rightful ruler” if there isn't one to begin with, right?. So, Bakugou, being 11 when this shitshow happened, flees.

He takes refuge in a neighbouring kingdom and is taken in by a very kind woman that finds him, battered and bruised, shivering on the streets.  

The woman, whose name is Inko, has a son named Izuku who due to undisclosed circumstances is, secretly, the King’s apprentice and very close to him. Bakugou suspects some Bastard Son shenanigans but wisely keeps his mouth shut because, hey, these people are being nice to me when they don't have to! And they don't want anything in return! That has never happened before! (Well, except for Kirishima, but he wasn’t human so he didn’t count. Wonder what he is up to these days.)

At some point Izuku introduces him to king Toshinori, who is incredibly saddened by Bakugou’s situation and, because he thinks he is an incredibly brave young man for having made it this far, promises him a place between the Knights the moment he reaches 18. Bakugou accepts the offer gleefully because he honestly misses training with others and a good fight. 

So, the years go by and of course Bakugou and Izuku fall for each other because I am predictable even in my dreams. The worst thing is that it was just full of pining, both of them saying Nothing about their obvious feelings because they didn't want to scare the other away.

By this point some nobles have found out about the king's protegees and while they can tolerate the commoner (He is a very bright young man and they also suspect Bastard Son Shenanigans), they cannot stand the disgraced prince. They are deeply wary of him because of his power and, hey, there has to be a good reason about WHY his own mother wanted him gone, and with that temper and violent attitude of his they seem to understand why. 

The King´s health has always been shit, but it started to get even worse recently and so he has to leave the capital for a couple of months to get help from a healer that lives in a far away village. The journey just to get there is at least a week long. He leaves the kingdom in the “Capable and trusty” hands of his number two, who while he is technically good at running a kingdom when the king’s away, is also a huge piece of shit, and knowing that the king wouldn't be here for awhile thought that, hey, wouldn't it be a shame if someone reached his mother to tell her where that disgrace of a son of hers is so she can end what she started? It would truly be terrible if something happened to that monster while the king was too far away to do shit to stop it!

So, yeah, he sends a pigeon to the Queen and asks her for advice on how to, hypothetically speaking of course, one would neatly get rid of a runaway barbarian prince, to which she replies with a recipe to imitate the explosions Bakugou can make and a letter that says something along the lines of “I am unable to give you advice on how to do that, since its something I myself failed at, however, I reckon that if he went on a rampage, exploding people's homes, then you would be able to publicly execute him with very little issue.”

While this is going on, Izuku notices how the nobles have been giving Kachan nastier looks than usual, coupled with also some very evil and sharp smiles and immediately suspects that they are planning some shit. He tells Kachan this and they both agree that just to avoid any possible poisonings, it would be better for Bakugou to just kind of spend the entirety of the King’s absence inside Inko’s home and not leave for anything. After that, while Izuku is visiting the castle because he needed some books, he sees a messenger hawk carrying a letter with the Barbarian Kingdom’s emblem and immediately freaks the fuck out and runs home to send a pigeon to the King because, Heeey, Toshinori? I know you are busy and stuff, but I think your nobles are planning to kill Kachan?? I saw a hawk with his kingdom's emblem and if they actually try to do it we won't be able to stop it without you here.

So, yeah, it seems that those explosives were harder to make than they originally thought because 5 days pass before, in the middle of the night, a couple of houses in the lower town erupt in flames with a loud BOOM. There are a lot of casualties that night, both from those that were asleep before the explosion and both for those that were trying to help people get out.

The sixth day was spent in mourning and cleaning up, the seventh day was spent on the funerals, the eighth day was spent with people pointing their fingers at Bakugou while they demanded his head on a stick. They protested outside Inko’s home and outside the castle, saying that they wanted justice for what this monster clearly did.

Bakugou feels like shit for those three days, because he thinks it's his fault those people died. He knew his mother wouldn’t rest until he was dead, but he had figured that he was safe as long as he was under the King’s protection, but no, innocent people died because he was too comfortable, too attached to a home, to his friends, to Izuku, to leave like he should have.

The Noble Piece Of Shit, makes an announcement that the people have been heard and that they will get their justice. He sends some knights to retrieve Bakugou from Inko’s home, so they can bring him to the court, where he would be immediately hanged for his crimes.

The knights are very much reluctant to follow this order because they know Bakugou and the brat would never do something like this. The brat wanted to be a knight to save people, for goodness’ sake! But, if they didn’t comply, it would have been their head on the chopping block, so they go get him.

When they get there Izuku is a broken mess. He is sobbing his eyes out while clinging to Bakugou for dear life, who is just hugging him tightly and, in a surprisingly soft voice for him, reassuring Izuku that it would be okay, that this was bound to happen at some point, that he shouldn't cry for him. Izuku just tightens his grip and cries harder.

The knights ask Bakugou to come with them, and he does, but neither the knights nor the prince have the heart to drag Izuku away from him. Inko follows after them, her sobs more quiet than her son’s but still just as noticeable.

When they get to the court/plaza and Izuku sees the gallow, he lets out such a heart-wrenching wail that it makes people pause in their clamoring for blood. What gives them pause is less the wail itself and more of the way Izuku has his head hidden in Bakugou’s neck, his arm is tightly hugging Izuku’s shaking frame while the other one is resting on Izuku’s hair, gently carding his fingers through it. What gives them pause is the eyebags under Bakugou’s eyes and the unshed tears in them. What gives them pause is just how utterly young Bakugou looks when he doesn't have his typical scowl on his face.

Muttering starts among the crowd, because suddenly they aren't clamoring about the death of a monster, but instead the death of a child, and there isn't a single person present who is entirely comfortable with that. The crowd is no longer bloodthirsty as much as it is wary and nervous.

Once Bakugou stands in front of the gallow, surrounded by knights and Izuku still by his side, the Noble Piece Of Shit, standing in a balcony overviewing this entire thing with a wicked smile explains why they are here today and what Bakugou is going to be executed for.

Inko can’t take anymore of this shit and just. Snaps. She screams that they are going to kill an innocent, that the night of the fire she SAW Bakugou fall asleep with her son in front of the fireplace, that it was IMPOSSIBLE for him to have done this. That they are going to kill a 14-year-old innocent CHILD because they are to incompetent to think things trough, or worse, they are going to do it on purpose.

 The NPOS (Noble Piece of Shit) demands that the knights subdue that crazy woman and take her to the dungeons and do the same with that wailing child. By this point, the entire crowd has gone “Cool, cool, on second thoughts, after much deliberation, let's hang that piece of shit instead of the innocent child.” The crowd Riots, starts demanding that they investigate things properly instead of rushing a kid to the gallows, which, hey, kinda hypocritical of them but you won’t see Izuku complaining. 

The chaos finally ends with the King entering the court riding on top of a FUCKING DRAGON and demanding Silence. The king angrily demands someone explain to him WHY are they trying to kill one of his protegees. The knights take a moment to answer because, uh, that is a Dragon and-uh, okay, its shapeshifting into a red haired man that is running straight at Bakugou and Izuku to hug them- cool, cool, uh, ah, the king asked a question? Ah, yes! The question! The knights explain to him what happened and that it was the NPOS orders, who by this point has made the wise decision to make himself scarce. The King is fuming, but while he announces that he was going to be having Words with his second in command, that this is ridiculous, the kid had an alibi and, while difficult, it's possible to create a serum that acted similarly to Young Bakugou’s sweat when ignited, so this is clearly someone trying to frame him. 

After this, the crowd that was warily eyeing the former dragon that was excitedly chatting with a grinning Izuku and a softly smiling Bakugou, decide that this has been enough weird shit for today, take the word of the king as the truth and finally disperse.

[lovelyirony]

76 for winteriron or 94 for rhodeytony?? ily and your work ma’am your vibes are immaculate -ambivalentmarvel

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76.) “If you lay a finger on him, I’ll kill everyone in this room.” 

Tony Stark was not supposed to be a detective. He was not supposed to be a lot of things. But when his father had told him at age seven that all he’d ever be was a disappointment, he decided he might as well do whatever the hell he wanted with his life. 

So. A detective. That had gone over well with his college advisor. 

“Aren’t you...aren’t you Howard’s son?” He had said nervously, readjusting his glasses for about the eighth time in seven minutes. 

“Yes, but I also have a mother. And my mother is very keen on my having some skills of my own. Between you and I, we all know my father is going to hand it over to his business partner.” 

(This all is a very direct lie. His mother could not honestly care less what he does with his life as long as he never looks her in the eye and tells her that boxed wine is good. He’s not going to look her in the eye for quite some time.) 

Being a detective isn’t all film noir and extravagant lifestyle. Sure he gets paid the big bucks. He blends into high society well but is just unknowable enough to put on an old pair of jeans and slink into a coffee shop under the guise of being another guy on his laptop. That’s a skill few possess. 

There’s also the tiny, teensy little detail that he’s one of the only detectives to risk secret-agency-detection because in all honesty the security systems were built by Stark Industries and Howard wasn’t exactly what anyone would call “stellar” at security measures. 

Tony, however, was. 

(Did some side work for SI, you know the drill. Sure his father wasn’t exactly thrilled, but it’s not like there was the PR nightmare of Stark Sr. not being as smart in his old age as people always expected.) 

So when he gets an offer for finding and capturing the Winter Soldier from someone named Natalie? 

Well, he asks if he gets to use his frequent flier miles and packs a bag for DC. 

The Winter Soldier is regarded as a conspiracy theory. A man who is all machine, does the dirty work for an undercover organization, and has a shiny arm that can do a lot of things that Tony dreams about at night. 

He likes conspiracy theories. Enjoys the hell out of solving them. (Roswell was a particularly fun one to crack.) 

So he starts with research. 

There is one thing to be said about the Winter Soldier: 

He’s notoriously bad at hiding his tracks beyond the usual security measures. Restricting camera access, destroying tapes, passing off a flimsy excuse as to why a politician, peacemaker, or civilian that was causing a little too much trouble was suddenly found dead, the coronary reports restricted on a need-to-know basis. 

Don’t make him laugh. 

People talk. They always do, doesn’t matter if it’s been a year or thirty. 

The coroners, the police, the people that surrounded the target. They all nervously whisper about suspecting someone else. 

He gets closer to the location. He can tell by the thrum he holds in himself now, the way sleep doesn’t come as easily. (Although he still gets it. You don’t buy 400 thread count for nothing.) 

Hydra is still in business. Of course it is. 

He pays SHIELD a little visit. 

That organization is about the worst-kept secret in the world. He dresses up in a smart suit, ridiculous glasses, and pastes a cheesy grin on his face. 

He’s in an interview for tech. Gets lost on his way there. The person conducting the interviews has them booked back to back. When a “Mr. Edward Jarvis” does not show up for the interview, the next candidate will come in. 

Of course, he looks like any other employee scurrying around with stacks in his arms. Face is obscured by cameras. He’s bypassed Stark Industries’ security features, and he gets to the file room. 

Holy shit. It’s bad. 

After spending at least two minutes thinking he would die from coughing from all the dust. 

They don’t organize anything. All of the paper files, it seems, have been abandoned as soon as the digitized platform came out. (Which makes sense.) 

He finds the file box on Winter Soldier. Everything, suspiciously, is blacked out. But he finds one name: Alexander Pierce. 

For a man who is about to overtake SHIELD and ruin the entire world, you think he’d have a less consistent schedule. Or that his house would be harder to get into. 

Moral of the story: you can break into the window in an attic. 

Tony is making coffee. 

Pierce stops in his tracks. 

“Who the hell are you?” 

“Why do you have Folgers? You live in a nice neighborhood. You live like this?” Tony asks. He takes a swig of coffee, winces. “God I haven’t had stuff this bad since I was in college. Ew.” 

“If you’re here to kill me, you’ve got yourself in a bigger mess than you know.” 

“No, I don’t think I am,” Tony answers. “Because you? You’re stuck here. With me. You can try to run but to be completely frank, your joint medication by the paper towels speak to your ability to outrun me. There’s also the little fact that I’m not here for the typical reason.” 

“So what, you’re not an enemy of SHIELD?” Pierce asks. 

“Of course I’m not,” Tony says, smiling. “Even like a couple of their agents. But you’re not exactly SHIELD, are you? Some PR talked about one head cut off, two more grow back. I’m not exactly sure if you know how human anatomy works, but...” 

Pierce grins. 

“Oh, then you know about our little project.” 

“Of course I do,” Tony says. “Not so little, though. Didn’t get him operational until 1954? What was that, your birth year? Can’t imagine he’s perfect.” 

His smile thins. 

“It’s taken trial and test runs. But he’s perfect now.” 

“Ah, there’s the problem,” Tony says. “Because he probably broke a lot of people, didn’t he Pierce? Probably threw at least one person. I saw the specs for the arm. A lot of power behind that.” 

“And how would you know about the arm?” Pierce asked. “We don’t keep blueprints.” 

“You don’t,” Tony says slowly. “But the creator does. And you should’ve looked a lot carefully at who was behind your little experimental arm, Pierce. You shouldn’t trust a Stark to stay in a lane.” 

His eyes widen. 

Tony loves theatrics. He also likes that he was the one who technically found out about the little quirk. 

“So here’s what you didn’t know,” Tony continues. “Our hypothetical technological inventions have a tracking component on them, just in case we cannot find them in our inventory or database. And even though your scientists did an excellent job at hiding the box and filling it with a truly terrible amount of cookbooks, they did not know about that little feature.” 

Tony pulls out his phone. 

“Your Soldier is in...wow, you’re keeping him local? Pierce, I expected more from you.” 

“What do you want.” 

“I want him,” Tony says. “And I’ll leave you alone.” 

“Absolutely not,” Pierce seethes. “Why would we give you the star of the show?” 

“Because,” Tony says. “Your show sucks, if I’m being completely honest. One branch of Hydra is completely dedicated to the idea of Inhumans and is batshit insane. Another branch is literally only focused on weapons, and another is about this. It’s a shit-show. If there was a show about this I would not give it anything past three seasons.” 

Alexander Pierce looks like he’s going to burst a vein. 

Tony moves on. 

“Along with that if I cannot get him from you, I will be getting him. And if you touch a hair on his head, I will kill you.” 

Alexander Pierce looks mad. Which of course he does. Tony tends to have that effect on people, Rhodey says so. 

“Do you think you can even get out of my house? You think I won’t know your face, know that Tony Stark threatened me? Will anyone even believe you?” 

“Aw Andy, you say the sweetest things,” Tony says smiling. “I told you I was a Stark for two reasons. I’ve already told you the first one, let’s see when you wake up if you can guess the second.” 

“What--” 

And...man down. 

And Pepper told him a taser-pen was “hopefully frivolous” and “why the fuck would you ever make that for a pen you barely you know which coffee cup is yours and you just drink from both.” 

Pierce is left tied up in his kitchen on the floor, Tony admires the window seat for a brief moment, and leaves the files incriminating Pierce along with about sixty to a hundred other people. 

He has a taxi to catch. 

- 

“You know he will probably kill you,” Rhodey says on the phone. “And then I get to give my eulogy and I’m going to tell everyone you secretly liked cheese pizza only.” 

“I will literally commit a war crime against you,” Tony says. “Not even joking. I’ll face Congress if I have to.” 

Rhodey rolls his eyes. 

“You can’t, they’d kick you out.” 

“Oh, just for wearing a ripped up crop top and jean shorts? What, would I be a menace to society?” 

“You’re always a menace,” Rhodey mutters. “Listen, I gotta go. Pepper’s freaking out about your advertisements in the newspaper and the correct grammar.” 

“Bye!” Tony says. 

DC is definitely not Tony’s style. At least, for now. He can’t even enjoy coffee, he has to foil an assassination plot. 

Winter Soldier is not subtle, as he’s said. Neither are the Hydra agents who are just painfully obvious. 

At least this might be done by dinner.

He also faces the Winter Soldier. That’s fun. It’s too early to really be anything but fun. 

He walks right up to him. 

“Do you know someone named Natalie?” Tony asks. 

“What?” Winter Soldier asks. “No. Move or I’ll move you.” 

“Very robotic, ugh,” Tony says, smiling. “No, I have a job to do. You’re not moving me.” 

Winter Soldier lunges. 

Tony sidesteps and throws him off his balance with a cafe chair. 

Their fight takes them to a bridge. 

“You’ve compromised the mission,” Winter Soldier hisses. “Why?” 

“Because I got hired to bring you back,” Tony says. 

“To Hydra?” 

“No,” Tony says. “God no, they’re terrible. No, someone named Natalie wants you rescued.” 

“Natalia,” Winter Soldier murmurs. “How do you know her?” 

“I don’t,” Tony says. “At least, far as I know. I was asked to find you and bring you to her and whoever else is there. So, are you in?” 

He pauses, looks out at the city. 

“How are you gonna get me out of here?” 

“You underestimate the power of tourism,” Tony says. “Let’s go.” 

One “I Visited the Washington” sweatshirt and long hair wrapped into a bun later, Tony is walking out with who appears to be Bucky Barnes. 

“Of course you are,” Tony mutters. “Okay, let’s get to the meeting point.” 

“Are you staying?” Barnes asks. 

Tony cocks his head. “What do you want me for?”

“You just helped me escape from Hydra. You’re most likely near-suicidal. I think you need to stay close.” 

Tony rolls his eyes good-naturedly. 

“I’m not near-suicidal. Of course I’m not. I stick around for a really nice pizza joint. But Natalie--or Natalia, you called her that right?” 

“Natalie’s a fake name.” 

“Of course it is, who names their kid Natalie anymore?” Tony quips. “But besides the point. She probably can do you more good than I can. After all, I don’t ever drink out of the right coffee cup. I am very, insanely doubtful that I am of any help whatsoever.” 

“Fine then,” Barnes says. “I’ll keep an eye on you.” 

“I’m sure you will.” 

Tony doubts this. 

But he drives him to where whoever the hell hired him lives. It’s a nice, upscale apartment. Probably costs about as much as his whole apartment building’s rent in total. 

Of course, the woman who greets them looks gorgeous. Barnes knows her easily enough. 

“Thank you, Stark,” the woman says. 

“What do I actually call you?” Tony asks. “You know my name, I know two of yours.” 

“Call me Natasha,” she says. “And anything else isn’t your business.” 

“Of course not, I would expect a check in the mail otherwise,’ Tony remarks. “So. Barnes is delivered back to you. Expect payment tonight or tomorrow?” 

“Tomorrow at twelve,” she answers. “Afternoon.” 

“See you around,” Tony says, waving. “Barnes, try not to kill anyone right now. Seriously gonna ruin the springtime mood, you know?” 

Bucky Barnes stares after him. 

Natasha smiles. 

“Welcome back, James.” 

He nods. Goes and sits in a chair. 

“You gonna turn my brain back to mush or let me stay?” 

“Stay,” Natasha answers. “I escaped Red Room. I knew I needed to get you.” 

“And why not do it yourself? It’s not like you can’t,” he answers. 

“Because I was confident that Tony could leave more of a...dramatic element to it,” Natasha answers. “And he did. SHIELD is currently reforming all of its employees. One of the ladies who always let me eat strawberry yogurt from the fridge worked for them. He also helped dismantle any chance at regrouping to get you.” 

“Smart,” James answers. “Who is he? Stark?” 

“He’s an asshole, but a skilled detective,” Natasha adds. “Son of Howard Stark. You remember him?” 

“He was supposed to be my next mission,” James says, feeling a bit of the Winter Soldier seep back in. “Guess I won’t have a perfect record.” 

“You don’t have a perfect record, trust me,” Natasha adds. “And I didn’t get you for anything other than a rescue mission. You’re free.” 

-

Being free, James finds, is terrifying. 

Natasha has set him up with his own apartment. He has therapy appointments every Wednesday and Saturday. Grocery shopping is...interesting. 

And he keeps using his past skills to check in on Tony, who is doing well in life, if not a bit...wary. 

He’s assuming you don’t expose the underbelly of at least two secret organizations without gaining some traction. 

He’s gotten takeout four times this week. It’s Thursday. This is sad. 

His therapist also recommends that he gets “friends.” James is not exactly sure how to do that. 

So instead he breaks into Tony’s office. 

“We’re friends now,” he announces as Tony yelps and drops his plate. 

“Oh my god you could’ve just not snuck in!” Tony screeches. “I dropped my rolls!” 

They do become friends after that. Tony decides that James needs to try every single coffee shop that’s ever open. 

(He’s a sucker for iced caramel lattes. They’re good.) 

They both learn how to cook different foods, and try to make noodles. 

“Oh my god we’re both disasters,” Tony says, laughing. He takes a picture of James poking at the disastrous attempt. 

“Take me to pizza?” he asks. 

“Like you have to ask,” Tony says. “Come on.” He smiles at him, amazed by how much he’s changed. He grabs his jacket. 

-

 It is Rhodey who clocks it first. 

“You like him,” he crows. “You like him. You like the assassin!” 

“Ex-assassin,” Tony corrects. “And no. Of course I don’t.” 

“You call him ‘babe’, Tony.” 

“And I call you all sorts of pet names,” Tony argues. 

“Calling me literally the weirdest pet names like ‘honeybear sweetums’ or ‘platypus’ does not count,” Rhodey says. “You do don’t call me babe. Besides, you like hugging him all the time and I guarantee that you like him. Even if he is an ex-assassin and still thinks completing a thousand piece puzzle gives you the same rush of serotonin as jumping out of a car.” 

“He’s fun like that!” Tony protests. “Besides, he doesn’t have a lot of people in his life.” 

“That’s a lie,” Rhodey says. “He regrettably met Steve. Again. And he has Sam. Which I think they are friends. Natasha makes him do things.” 

“Wow your description of friends are so amazing,” Tony deadpans. “It’s like you have some of your one. You sound like a robot.” 

“I’m still right, it’s not like I’m not,” Rhodey says. “You know this. Pepper probably also knows that you like James.” 

- 

He consults Pepper. Clearly she will have some sense. 

“I demand a raise,” she says. “Because I can detect this shit better than you can.” 

“You’re getting a raise but not because of this.” 

“Good,” Pepper says. “Now go organize a nice dinner out or something. Get out of here. I’m rearranging your office desk.” 

Tony groans. He hates it when she does that. 

- 

He supposes they are both right. 

So he also supposes that he might have to take James to a coffee shop and tell him. 

- 

What Tony doesn’t know is that James is gearing up to tell him that he likes him. 

It was brought to his attention by Sam and Natasha. 

“You like him,” Sam says. 

“We’re friends!” 

“Friends don’t write their wedding vows on a napkin,” Natasha remarks. “Go organize a coffee date and tell him. I swear if you don’t tell him I’m going to make you confess at three a.m.” 

“If you get me up at three a.m. I’m violating so many rules,” James says. “Like at least four.” 

“Do five!” Steve yells from the couch. “And tell Rhodey hi for me!” 

“No, he hates you,” James says. 

“Exactly!” 

He sighs, texting Tony. 

hey can u meet me @ clocktower, 7? 

sounds gr8 :) 

Tony doesn’t know why James wants coffee. But he’s happy and definitely only that, ignore his shaking fingers. It’s the caffeine clearly. 

(The caffeine isn’t helping. He knows that.) 

“Hi,” James says. “Thank you for coming to the coffee shop. Tonight.” 

“You’re awkward,” Tony blurts out. “Why are you speaking in fragmentary sentences?” 

“That was at most only one fragmentary sentence.” 

“Oh.” 

They sit for a moment, James goes to get coffee. 

Tony steels himself. 

“You remember how I told you that you probably weren’t going to see a lot of me?” Tony asks. 

“Are you leaving?” James asks, eyes wide. “I’m going with you. Obviously.” 

“No you dumbass, I’m not leaving,” Tony says, taking another sip. “But do you remember?” 

“Clearly,” James says with a snort. 

“Well I was wrong. And we’re friends. And...well. Fuck it. I love you, and not in a like a friendship way. I really, really have been wondering what it’s like to kiss you. And if you don’t feel the same way then just tell me and we’ll be cool just give me like a month.” 

James grins. 

“You mean to tell me we can finally actually go on a date at that fancy seafood restaurant you’ve been dying to go to?” 

“We could’ve always done that, but yes it will be nice to look at you across,” Tony says. 

James takes his hand, smiling. 

“Can I take you out on Friday then?” 

“I’ll wear my best suit,” Tony says, grinning. 

- 

When they’re asked about how they meet, it’s not exactly like you can say “oh I got assigned to find and capture the love of my life and we also managed to wreck a secret organization” for the origin story. 

So they usually keep telling people they met while on a business call. 

Technically true. 

[castlevania-afterdark-imagines]

In celebration of 666 followers… Castlevania Afterdark Presents… Featuring our 4th most requested character… The last son of the House of Belmont and himbo disaster himself…

Interview 2 of 5: Trevor Belmont

Imma preface this with the overwhelming winner here was for dogs, puppies, the canine variety (which I totally agree with btw). But there was one answer for a baby deer and I literally burst into tears from how fucking cute that is so uh...we’re rolling with it. Not even kidding, I actually did cry.

Also writing a full interview takes me a long, LONG, time so in the interest of answering the questions and getting these responses out I’m swapping up the format a bit. Thank you guys for understanding.

Mod Soviet: “Hello and welcome to the show where we interrogate your favorite Castlevania characters and lessen the blow by giving them animals to watch so they can’t maim us for asking said questions.”

Trevor: “You say that as if I would be stopped by-”

Soviet:  “Shhh, you’ll spook it.” 

Trevor: “Spook it?” Trevor’s eyes widen as Mod Soviet carefully brings over a young fawn, nestled in a medium dog bed. He starts to stammer a bit before adjusting in his seat to have the bundle sat in his lap, hands held up like their presence near the sleeping deer would wake it up. “I-what-” Mod Soviet puts a formula bottle in his open left hand before returning to her desk.

Soviet: “Aaaand onto the questions!”

Don't you think you drink too much?

Trevor: “I see you’re starting with the easy ones first.” He rolls his eyes slightly, carefully setting the bottle on the ground beside him for now. “To be honest...yes. I haven’t as much since traveling but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted from time to time. Thankfully Sypha is in charge of the money now.”

How would you react if you got turned into a vampire?

Trevor: “I wouldn’t let it happen.”

Soviet: “It’s a hypothetical, humor us.”

Trevor: “Fine, if it happened... I don’t know. Probably light on fire or be killed by one of my relatives rising from their graves to stop me from further ruining the family name.” The fawn stirs a little in the bed, making the hunter wince a little bit for his volume. Tentatively he reaches out two fingers to stroke down the bridge of its nose, trying to settle it back to sleep. “Though I might have a proper go at Alucard at least once, a real fight without the disadvantages.”

What's your favorite pet name to call your SO, or to be called by your SO? In and/or out of the bedroom?

Trevor: “I don't use them really,  I'm not...the best at words so their name is really enough.” 

Soviet: “What about names used on you?”

Trevor: He grimaces a bit. “I don't know, but I much prefer they don't use one in public. Hard to convince people to not fuck with you if you're being called ‘Sweetie’ or…”

Soviet: “Yeeees?”

Trevor: He grumbles a little, checking to see if the deer is still asleep. "Treffy".

How many rounds can you go in one night?

Trevor: “I can fight as many men or monsters you throw at me.” He looks confident until Mod Soviet rolls her eyes and gives a pointed stare. “Oh! Uh... multiple.”

Soviet: “So you’ve never kept score?”

Trevor: “Until they're satisfied,  that's the score.”

Ever had a sexual dream? If so, what was it about?

Trevor: “Course I have. Every boy does when growing up, sister's friends, pretty girls in the market…” 

Soviet: “What about recently?”

Trevor: He turns a bit red at the ears. “No.”

Soviet: “...bullshit.”

Trevor: “Ugh, fine.  There was one… (sigh) We fought a succubus. You get the idea.”

What's your favorite sound/music to have sex to? 

Trevor: “I prefer quiet. Quiet means there's no one around to interrupt, man or beast. And I can pay attention to their sounds instead.”

Soviet:  “What about a church hymnal?”

Trevor: He barks a laugh, only to immediately freeze up as the little bundle flinches awake. “Ahshitshitshit sorry.” He starts stroking down it’s back with one hand, holding the other out for it to sniff curiously before it starts trying to nibble at his fingers. “Alright, I would fuck once in a church just to really solidify my excommunication. Maybe in the belfry.”

How would you eat out your S/O?

Trevor: “How? I just… would?”

 Soviet: “Give us the detailed description you stubborn son of a...”

Trevor: “Look, it's not something I think about, alright? I just get down there and figure out what they like.” He winces a little as the fawn nips him a bit harder. Carefully he extracts his hand and reaches for the bottle he’d set down.  

Soviet: “No signature moves?”

Trevor: “Well… “ Trevor looks a bit smug,though he’s now watching the deer down the bottle much like he usually does his beer.

Soviet: “Go oooon.”

Trevor: “When I was a kid, my father did teach me to hold my breath for 5 minutes as part of my training. So that's been convenient from time to time.”

Soviet: “F...fascinating.”

Are you a dom or a sub?

Trevor: “Dom.” 

Soviet: “…”

Trevor: “What?”

Soviet: “Really?”

Trevor: “Look, I want them to enjoy it, I'll make it work, but I wouldn't call myself submissive.” 

Soviet: “Ah, a brat then.”

Trevor: He scoffs. “I'm sorry?” 

Soviet: “Nothing, nothing…”

Do you use your whip for kinky stuff ?

Trevor: “Of course not. I keep my weapons clean but I'm not using something I killed monsters with on my partner. That's disgusting.” 

Soviet: “What about one you didn't kill monsters with?”

Trevor: “I… might consider it. If they were interested.”

How would you react to your S/O binding your hands to the bed and teasing you?

Trevor: He smirks a bit, carefully prying the now empty bottle from the fawn’s mouth. “That's fine. If they can get me pinned down first. I wouldn't go easy on them though.”

Soviet: “Let's say they succeed.”

Trevor: “Then they deflower me in the most ravenous way possible I suppose, it's really up to them. But I would prefer we be somewhere safe if it would happen at all.” He carefully strokes the deer’s back, urging it to settle back down in the little bed. It seems much more interested in trying to lick his fingertips in hopes of more food.

Are you in a "Ménage à trois" with Sypha and Alucard?

Trevor: “A… next question.”

Soviet: “Not how this works.”

Trevor: “Look I don't know what you would call it. We're together, until the toothy bastard outlives us by a large margin. We try not to bring it up but he thinks about it. You can tell because he gets all sulky. Sypha is better at bringing him out of it than I am…”

Soviet: [looks up to pry further, but the stern set of his lips state that the line of questioning is *over*]

Were you aroused while you were fighting Alucard half naked?

Trevor: “No.” 

Soviet: [Eyebrows raise]

Trevor: “No.” 

Soviet: [‘Press X to doubt’ expression]

Trevor: “It was the heat of battle, I thought I was about to kill who I thought was Dracula, any reaction was… unintentional.”

So... is the rumor that you deflowered Adrian Tepes true?

Trevor: His previous defensiveness is broken apart with a barking laugh. “That's… He'd have a go at me if I talked about it.” 

Soviet: “Sooooooo…?

Trevor: “Yes, it is. With help. Sypha is the more inventive one, I was content to be along for the ride.”

Soviet: “Sounds like Adrian was the one riding.”

Trevor: He smirks, running his index finger carefully along the edge of the fawn’s ear, waiting till it flicks to swat him away before looking up. “No comment.”

Will you let Alucard suck your blood if he sucks your dick first?

Trevor: “I've let him drink my blood when he's needed it without that. Seems a bit cruel to make a man get on his knees just to have his dinner.” 

Soviet: “But if he was offering?”

Trevor: “I… wouldn't say no but I would make sure he hadn't lost his mind.”

Soviet: “Well, I’m afraid that’s all the questions we have for now-”

Trevor: “Thank fuck for that.”

Soviet: “But I’m sure we’ll be able to find you if we find more.”

Trevor: He groans and carefully moves to stand, cradling the fawn in her bed in the crook of his left arm. “Of course, it isn’t like I have anything better to do. Monsters to kill, little villages to save…” 

Soviet: “We have a room of puppies next door.”

Trevor: There’s a sharp inhale of breath between his teeth, as he quickly surveys the room to find the door to said treasure trove. “Fine. Next time then.”

[descendantofthesparrow]

Commission work -Happy Family - Harry Hook x Reader - oneshot

 sorry the kids are all white AF XS and yes Arella is Thomas’ sister Rachel XD she fit best for what i was looking for. and yes....killian looks alot older than 12 but that is the youngest pic of Thomas i could find that wasnt younger than 5 

*Arella is the oldest at 15, Killian is 12, the twins are 8, and Urania is 4!*

*Draco is 15 and is Mal and Bens oldest son*

@musicarose​ (commissioner) 

=

“boys! Dinners ready!” you yelled at the upstairs area of your beach house, hearing the tumble of the twins and Killian racing to get downstairs.

“ ‘ere comes the circus” Harry chuckled, placing a small plastic plate in front of the 4-year-old Urania and kissing her forehead. she hummed in delight and stuck the cut up pieces of alfredo chicken enchilada in her mouth, she had was missing her front teeth and unable to cut her food properly yet, so you and harry still cut her food up. You set up the twin's plates and waited for Arella to finish filling her plate.

“muove!” Damian screeched, pushing at his older brother Killian who was holding him back from the dining room “fuud! Mom Killian won’ lemme go!”

“Killian, let your brother go” you sighed, tapping your fingers on your arm as he sighed and released Damian shirt collar, the young boy raced into the room, jumping into his seat next to his brother and chowing down on his food. Killian snorted and got his food, setting his plate next to Arella’s and grabbing a soda from the fridge.

Harry ruffled Killains hair as he passed him to get his food, sitting across from you as you all ate dinner.

“so..” Killian started, a low teasing tone to his voice “I heard tha’ Arella’s got a boy- ah!” Arella chugged the rest of her juice and chucked her cup at him, hitting Killian right in the forehead.

“ten points” you joked, standing from your chair and walking over to Killian, examining his head “you okay baby?”

“jus’ a bruise mama” he muttered, glaring at Arella, who stuck her tongue out at him. “wha’d yeh do tha’ for!”

“you know why” she snarled between her teeth “don’t do that again or its your foot” Killian snorted and rolled his eyes.

“aye right, yeh jus’ don’ wan’ dad ta know about Dr-“ Arella yelled and attempted to dive over the table at Killian, Harry caught her mid-leap and pulled her away from the table, chuckling to himself as the 15-year-old wriggled around, screeching in his arms to no avail of getting free to kill her brother.

“LET MEH A’T ‘EM!” she screeched, her father's Scottish tongue drifting into her voice. You cleared your throat, both Killian and Arella freezing as soon as they heard the sound.

“Arella, your dad will be putting you down, you will NOT being attempting to kill your brother, and Killian, you will stop teasing your sister over something she doesn’t want us to know right now, if it's important she will tell us herself, understood?”

The teen and pre-teen glared at each other for a moment before they nodded, Arella slumping in Harry's arms and pouting down at the floor. You patted Killian's arm and nodded at his food.

“now finish up, or no dessert” Killian made a noise of complaint but obeyed, sliding back into his chair and continuing to eat his food.

The rest of dinner was like normal, usual stories of the day or snarking competitions, the twins being a mess, Urania being the calmest at the table, Arella and Harry sneakily tossing food at each other.

And you, sitting at the end of the table, opposite of Harry, smiling at your family of 7, the people who made your entire life on the isle worth it.

=

You knocked on Arellas door later that night, waiting for her call before you entered “come in” she yelled, smiling slightly as you stepped in, two root beer floats in your hands. “oooh thanks mom” she chirped, holding out her hand for the dessert and placing it on her desk after you handed it to her.

You hummed and sat on her bed, spooning at the vanilla ice cream in the cup, “if you don’t mind, would you like to tell me what Killian was teasing you about?” you asked, giving Arella a supportive smile as she sputtered on her words, almost choking on her spoon.

“oh-um I-I” you shushed her and leaned forward, putting your hand on her knee.

“you don’t have to sweetie, but just know, I will only be supportive of you….unless you start taking illegal drugs, that’s a different thing altogether”

“no mom” she laughed, patting your hand and leaning back in her chair “um….well….how old were you when you started dating dad?”

“well….dating want a thing on the isle, but we started….”hanging out” together around 13, and made it official when we were 18 after the barrier went down” you explained, moving your hand around as you spoke.

She nodded “well….hypothetically, if I got a boyfriend, hypo-“ you laughed and nodded, gesturing for her to go on.

“hypothetically I get it~” you snickered, sipping at the root beer in the glass.

Arella giggled and sighed “well, if I got a boyfriend, right now….what would you say about it?”

You stayed silent for a moment, a bright smile blooming on your face, you could see the tension in Arellas shoulders release. “I would say ‘that’s amazing sweetie’ does he treat you well, and do I know him?”

“yes and yes” Arella confidently spoke, grinning to herself and messing with the silver and purple bracelet on her wrist.

Your eyes drifted down to her bracelet, and then to your “matching” red and (favorite color) one Harry had given to you when you were younger and on the isle.

And you knew exactly who gave her that bracelet “so Draco huh?” Arella turned red and squeaked, covering her mouth and looking at you in shock.

“how’d you-?!” she screeched, groaning as you pointed at her bracelet.

“you seem to forget i’m very good at reading people darling” you chucked, you stood from her bed, cupping her cheek and kissing the top of her head “hes a sweetheart and has been your best friend since you two were born, Harry and Mal may not like each other all that much but they haven't stopped your friendship i’m sure they wouldn’t stop your relationship, and if they did i’ll skin em” you chirped, grinning as Arella giggled and leaned up to hug you.

“I love you mom”

“I love you too my raven~” you hummed, setting your glass down and holding Arella close.

=

You and Ben could hardly hold in your laughter as Harry and Mal stared at Draco and Arella in shock, the two teens had come out and told them about their relationship, their hands intertwined tightly.

The two were terrified but were comforted by their other parents' stifled laughter.

“dad?” Arella shakily asked, her shoulder tensing as Harry locked eyes with Draco and then turned back to Arella.

“if yeh get married, don’ ye DARE put meh next ta dragon girl” he huffed, pointing his thumb at the blue and purple-haired girl next to him, who didn’t respond, staring down the teen's interlocked hands.

“mom?” Draco murmured, her green eyes locking with his.

“…..oh! fully supportive but…really? Do I have to see Harry more often?” she whined, flopping on her side on the couch and pouting at her son. Harry whipped around to glare at her, puffing his cheeks.

“same sentiment princess” he grumbled.

Draco and Arella let out a breath of relief, giggling loudly as you and Ben finally burst.

“for once they agree on something” Ben chuckled, standing and hugging his son into his side, you giggled and walked past Arella, kissing her cheek and grabbing Harry's hands.

“now Harry, do you have any problems with these two?” you hummed, cupping his jaw.

“no, I jus’ don’ wanna be ‘around Mal all the time” he whined, leaning to look at Arella and Draco “yeh have treated ‘er well since yeh two were babes, I'll overlook the fact yer mom's Mal” you snorted and kissed his jaw.

“good pirate” you joked, you turned to the two teens and opened your arms, Arella barreling into you for a hug. “come on Draco~” you sang giggling as he stepped into your arms with a grin.

“thank you Mrs. Hook” he muttered, nuzzling his cheek against your arm.

“no problem kiddo, thank you for making my daughter happy” you hummed. The two teens pulled away, Arella kissing your cheek before turning to Draco and giving him a bright smile.

He grinned back and looked to his mom and harry “we were planning to go to the movies tonight? Is tha-“ you waved your hand in dismissal.

“its no biggie, hella safer than Harry and I’s first couple dates, have fun, and keep to the sidewalks”

“Thanks, mom, love you dad” Arella beamed, running to hug Harry quickly before grabbing her jacket and walking out of the house with Draco, hands locked together between them.

“well….that wasn’t so bad was it?” Ben chirped, rubbing Mals shoulder as she blankly stared a the wall “Mal?”

“no” she laughed, rubbing her face “just more shocking than anything” she stood and turned around, giving Ben a kiss “let's go home shall we, i’ll text Draco to tell me when they’re done so we can pick em up” you and Harry nodded, waving the royal couple goodbye.

You and Harry stood in silence for a few moments, before you turned to harry with a small smile on your face “that went well” you chirped, leaning up and pressing a chaste kiss to Harry's lips.

“MOM” Jason screamed from upstairs, bounding out of his room, eyes teary and his face red “DAMIAN PUSHED ME! “NO I DININ MAMA HES LYING!” you and Harry sighed, smiling at each other and walking to the twins.

“Alright alright, let's get that cheek looked at huh baby?”

---end~(I loved writing this X3)--

Supportive parents harry and (y/n) are supportive!

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Another Deisy shitpost, this time with vine quotes/references >:)

—

Y/n: How would you describe love?

Sans hungry asf: love ... is ...

Sans, drooling: a baked ... sweet potato

—

Y/n the morning before hanging out with Undyne for the first time: Get up I’m tryna see some fish tiddies!

Sans: all you talk about is some fish tiddies.

Y/n: ...

Sans: say something else.

Y/n: ... tiddies.

—

Sans: I’ve been getting a ton of work done.

Papyrus:

Sans: a skele-ton

Y/n walking into the room: This is the comedy police, the jokes too funny!

Sans: I’m not going back to jail!

—

Y/n waking up after flowey attacked her: motherf-

Papyrus giving her the stern stare:

Y/n: trucker dude, that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick.

—

Gaster in the future (if he gets outta the void): Hey son, so I was using your computer today, and I took a look at your browser history-

Papyrus: Nyeh it’s not what it looks-

Gaster: it’s just pages and pages of pictures of pasta.

—

Sans wearing slippers in the snow:

Y/n: What are thoooose!

Sans: they are my slippers >:(

—

Grillby and Sans threatening Mike in the bar while Y/n is crying:

Johan and Seymour: Can I get a burger? Can I please get a burger?

—

Y/n giving $200 to that teen cashier before climbing the mountain: All I wanna tell you is school is not important. Be whatever you wanna be. If you wanna be a dog ... RUFF ya know?

—

Y/n’s magic exploding after trying lionheart:

Sans: wOW

—

Y/n accidentally letting it slip that her and Sans sleep in the same bed: And they were roomates

Alphys and Mettaton writing a fanfic: oh my stars they were roomates ...

—

Y/n to everyone at the sleepover after waking up with a massive magic hangover: In today’s forecast you can clearly see that someone got me fucked up.

—

Sans drunk asf: oh my stars I love Grillby’s

Grillby:

Sans: Grillby’s is my life.

—

Undyne seeing Sans and Y/n cuddling: What the fuck? Is this allowed? What the fuck?

Undyne pointing: Is that allowed?

Sans glaring: stop.

—

Sans threatening Mike: What the fuck is up Mike?

Mike: pleas-

Sans: no what did you say? What the fuck dude? Step the fuck up Mike.

—

Gaster walking around in the CORE: Railing work ahead?

Gaster chuckling: Uh, yeah I sure hope it does.

Gaster: *trips and falls into the CORE because of no railings*

(Not quite sure of this is how it happened canonically but I’ve seen other fanfics say that this is how it happened pls let me know if I’m wrong or if I just don’t remember or the fic just hasn’t mentioned it yet also oof that got dark)

—

Y/n showing Undyne her soul to convince her to not steal it:

Undyne:

Y/n: I’m a bad bitch, you can’t kill me.

—

Y/n to her old boss: Next time you put your fucking hands on me imma fucking rip your face off bitch.

—

Alphys: Have you ever had a dream where you

Alphys: um that you

Alphys: you had - you could

Alphys: you do - you wi-

Alphys: you wants - you

—

Sans: what did you say?

Y/n: I said whoever poked my cheek, ya moms a hoe!

—

Sans flopping on the couch: I have crippling depression

—

Y/n after she learned Flowey basically sexually assaulted her: That wasn’t very cash money of you>:(

—

Gaster: I need to get into shape.

Y/n: goopy is a shape though.

—

(Now for a hypothetical situation since we never really got to know what happened to mike at least not yet)

Sans: *kills Mike*

Y/n: He’s dead.

Sans: ...

Y/n giving sans a judgmental look:

Sans sarcastically: “not the dickhead” what do you want me to say?

—

Papyrus finally snapping after one too many puns: Everybody, excuse my pottymouth. SHUT THE FUCK UP!

—

Y/n to Karen’s before falling underground: You know I think those “live, laugh, love” signs should be changed to “alive, ahaha, fuck.”

—

Alphys pulling out the twister mat:

Y/n: aw fuck, I can’t believe you’ve done this.

—

Grillby explaining everyone’s drinks: Two shots of vodka-

Y/n getting piss drunk after trying everyone else’s drinks:

—

Undyne swinging a spear: Don’t fuck with me! I have the power of God and anime on my side!

—

Sans after smoking dog treats with doggo, crying over a poster hysterically: *unintelligible mumbling*

Papyrus shaking his head: Sans, that’s a poster for Mettaton’s debut.

Sans pausing his sobbing: ... huh?

—

Sans at McDonald’s in the surface: hey excuse me what’s the difference between normal ketchup and this packet that says fancy ketchup?

Worker: well you see this one ... says fancy on it.

Sans: aw sweet I’ll take 12.

—

Y/n: Wanna go get Grillby’s?

Sans: aw I can’t I only have like 69 cents.

Y/n: ah you know what that means;)

Sans tearing up: I don’t have enough money for french fries

—

Sans: is there anything better than pussy?

Y/n: Yes, a really good book:)

—

Sans to Flowey and Y/n’s old boss: you better watch out. You better watch out. You better watch out. You better watch out!

—

Mettaton singing Beyoncé: Bring the beat in!🎶

Papyrus running towards him with a beet in his hands: Anything for you Mettaton!

—

Flowey threatening to attack eventually:

Sans: I hope the fuck you do you’ll be a dead son of a bitch I’ll tell you that.

—

Papyrus: NO SWEARING ON MY PROFILE!

Papyrus: No heck’s, no fricks, and no double decker dicks!

—

Yet again this turned out a lot longer than I thought it’d be haha, I could go on forever. Anyways I hope you liked them, vine will forever be missed but at least we can still make memes out of it :)

SUMITTED BY YUCKYDRAWS

....I only....can have...one reaction....(because most of these were just too damn perfect)

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JAPAN INTERVIEW - Perrie Calloway 

WHO ARE YOU?

what’s your star sign? ---

what’s your favourite holiday? Summer vacation!

what colour are your eyes? Blue

if i went on to your spotify right now, your most played song would be what? Just the way you are by Craig Reever! I've used it on a lot of my videos cause it's so fun and reminds you you're beautiful just the way you are

do you read much? Articles and magazines

where did you grow up? I was born in London and spent a lot of growing up there but my mum did go back to Paris so my time was split between London and Paris. Although I never learned French.

when it comes to siblings; are you oldest, middle, youngest or only child? Only child but I have step siblings

what were you like in high school? I was the polar opposite to who I am now. I was quiet, timid, shy. I had one or two friends but mainly kept myself to myself. I was a bit of a nerdy kid; school work and studies were top priority. I always had high ambition on wanting to be able to go for whatever job I fell in love with so I fought for good grades to ensure I could.

if you could be any magical creature, what would you be? A mermaid

where is your happy place? Wales

can you tell us about a hobby you have that has NOTHING to do with your career? I love the outdoors especially in the sunshine! Like my mum, I love hiking. It's a great way to explore.

CAREER STUFF

which academy do you attend? Willow House Academy

do you have a routine that gets you in the right frame of mind for work? Usually it's in the form of some kind of smoothie or iced coffee.

can you give us some insight into your next big project? I have some brand deals coming up around the same subject. It's very taboo but I want to normalize it and get rid of the stigma around it!

if you weren’t at a talent academy, what occupation would you be working towards? Something fashion-y like styling people. I always loved the idea of being a personal stylist.

are you a ‘work hard, play hard’ or a ‘work hard, sleep hard’ type? Ah i switch between the two to be honest, it depends on the day.

what’s your proudest moment in your career so far? I signed an on-going deal with Lounge wear/swimwear/underwear that'll last a long time! They love what I do and what to keep me full time which is incredible

do you remember where you were when you realised you were accepted into your academy? I think I was home alone and hadn't told my mum I'd applied so I cried a lot. She got home and thought someone had died.

did you get rejected from any academies? do you care anymore? I don't remember but I think I did. Willow was my first choice though.

what is your DREAM achievement? To help someone learn to love themselves.

finish the sentence: “when it comes to my career, my goal is to make sure that...” I'm happy

SPILL THE TEA

are you single or taken? Single

what’s your snapchat score? It's all about Instagram

read us your last received text... "I was wondering if you wanted to colab at some point? I think we have similar ideas and messages"

would you ever date a fan? Sure

how could somebody go about getting your attention? In the complete opposite way they usually do. Most of it is hate because they'll think they'll get a rise out of me. Or they compliment my looks. I'm brilliant, if you want to compliment me then compliment my brain

have you ever stalked an exes socials? No

have you ever stalked an exes new partners socials? No

which song best describes your last crush or relationship? I've never had either

have you ever used tinder? Yes

who on tour would you most like to see naked? There's a long list

who’s the most annoying person on tour? We all have annoying traits, even me.

which person on tour would you NOT let your hypothetical son or daughter date? This isn't Victorian times. They can decided who they want to date, I'm not about to arrange their marriage. They can make their own choices and or mistakes and I'll be there no matter what.

what’s the grossest thing you’ve ever done? Given a man my power.

have you ever peed in the shower? No actually

who is one person on tour that you trust more than anything? Family.

BRING ON THE FUN

what kind of drunk are you? Flirtatious

if you could spend a day inside one movie, which would it be and why? Girls Trip

if you could have any piece of music play whenever you entered a room, what would it be? My most played Spotify song! Just the way you are by Craig Reever

everybody has ONE word tattooed on their head that most describes who they are, what does yours say? Passionate

if i came round your house for a dinner date, what would you cook me? Some kind of Pasta dish

do you have any guilty pleasures or weaknesses? We all do!

say a word that you HATE the sound of... ugly

what is one country you have no desire to visit that other people do? There aren't any but I will say I'm definitely more of a rural girl rather than cities

if you could rename yourself, what would your name now be? I actually prefer my middle name; Addison

if these were your famous last words, what would you say? Life is too short to not eat cake

[enniewritesathing]

Part 5

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(The next day, John made the trip up to Windslar, Windenburg. He forgot how nice the cool, crisp mountain air felt on his skin and the winding roads that came along with it. The fall foliage, houses scattered and hidden within the landscape beside the solar windmills.

The feeling of home.)

(John walks up the steps, trying to rehearse what he was going to ask. What was that again? Ah, advice. He didn’t specify what time he was going to arrive. His text went unanswered, but then again, it was early when he sent it.)

(He goes to knock on the door.)

“Uh--”

(John didn’t even hear the locks. The door swings open, revealing his mother’s beaming face.)

Noelle: “Well?”

(The suddenness catches him off guard. The question almost didn’t register. Did she just-- was she waiting by the door this whole time?)

John: “Hi, ma. Uhm...”

Noelle: “Oh! I’m sorry, iho; did I scare you?”

John: “You kind of did, yeah. You weren’t waiting all night at the door where you?”

Noelle: “Don’t be silly. But I couldn’t sleep. Is it true? Is it finally happening?”

(John laughs to himself.) “That’s what I’m here to talk about.”

Noelle: “Come on in, then!”

(Noelle bounds off to the kitchen and John shakes his head as he enters his old home. It’s still the same. He’s almost tempted to go upstairs into his room.)

Noelle: “Can I get you some water? Have you eaten?”

John: “I’m good, ma.”

(John perches himself on the island countertop, narrowly avoiding the hanging pans.)

Noelle: “So, iho...” 

“Have you popped the question yet?”

John: “No... not yet. I have the ring with me, though.”

Noelle: “How long have you had it?”

John: “I’ve had mine for months. I got Brian’s ring a few weeks ago.”

(Noelle looks at him in awe.) “So, wait-- that’s Brian’s ring around your neck? As a necklace? Since when did you start doing that?”

John: “Yeah, it’s his. Started doing it a couple of days ago.”

Noelle: “And you’ve just been dangling it in front of him? That’s a dick move, iho.”

John: “He doesn’t know at all. I have a reason... well, two reasons. Sometimes he gets to a weird cleaning frenzy, and I’ve hid this ring in the gardening hutch.”

“The other reason, well, I just want it close to my heart until I give it to him.”

Noelle: “And... he hasn’t noticed?”

John: “He did, but he didn’t put it together.”

“I was gonna propose to him the other night. I couldn’t sleep thinking about it, so I was practicing how to pop the question.”

“I don’t know how long it was until he figured out I wasn’t there, and came looking for me. I was upstairs, but I stopped him.”

Noelle: “What did you do?”

(John sighs.) “I told him I was fine and all of that; don’t worry about me.”

“...it was my chance, but, I chickened out.”

(Noelle’s expression changes.) “I’m excited, I truly am, but I can’t help but to notice that you look scared. Are you?”

(John doesn’t want to admit it.)

Noelle: “Iho. It’s okay.”

John: “Mama, I am. I’m nervous. I’m scared. I mean... everything’s been so right lately. Stable. I just... don’t want anything bad to happen, y’know?”

(Noelle looks at her son. That phrase. How he said it. She understands; they’ve both been here before.)

Noelle: “Marriage is a big change, but probably not as big as you think it is. That wasn’t the case with for me and your father; I don’t think it’ll be a drastic change for you and Brian. But... I get it. You don’t want to feel powerless again.”

“Right?”

(John nods.)

John: “I don’t think I can go through something like what you’ve went through again, ma. I don’t... have the strength for it.”

Noelle: “Baby, you do. You can. You will. I have. You have. You’re... older. Wiser. And you’ve never backed down from anything in your life.”

“I know that for a fact.”

“You... can’t be afraid of something you truly want for yourself. I know it seems like everything seems way too good to be true right now, but sometimes, you gotta shut that little voice up and live your life. Can’t worry about it. Right?”

(John nods again.) “Right.”

“Sometimes, you just gotta go for it.”

John: “So... like you did with Dad?”

Noelle: “Yes, like-- what?”

John: “Uh...” (He pauses.) “I forgot to mention, uhm, I talked to Uncle Eli yesterday to get some advice. Man to man. I’ll tell you about that later, but he mentioned something about eloping...”

(Noelle clicked her teeth.) “Of course, he brought that up. He’s still mad about that. What did he tell you?”

John: “Other than you eloped and I should ask you about it. I’m an adult, ma. Just rip that band-aid off.”

(Noelle sighs in frustration.) “Okay, fine.” (She mutters under her breath about Eli being a stupid ass.) “The parts I did tell you, that was true, but the fact of the matter is, I was tired of waiting on your father. He was such a nervous wreck--like you-- and I just said, ‘Fuck it, let’s go to the courthouse.’”

“It was... let’s see, fifty bucks.”

(John gasps incredioulsy.) “Fifty dollars? For what?”

Noelle: “To get married, duh.”

John: “Alright, ma, you got more explaining to do. I thought you said you and Dad were too broke to have a wedding! Fifty dollars, just here you go, you’re married? No questions asked?”

Noelle: “Oh, calm down; I’m getting there.”

(Noelle taps on her chin.) “There were questions, iho. A LOT. And I had to correct the judge on a lot of things about what was presumed and we almost didn’t married because of that. Ian had to talk him down and even had to pull the ‘military’ card on them; even then, the judge thought I was marrying him for a green card. Racist bastard...”

John: “So, you can just... go to the courthouse?”

Noelle: “You can do a lot of things at the courthouse. You clearly need to get aquainted with law folk, but I know that’s not your thing. But, yes, you don’t need a wedding... just a license.”

John: “And it was fifty dollars.”

Noelle: “At the time. We weren’t broke broke... that’s a totally different thing.”

John: “Don’t... don’t you need witnesses for that?”

Noelle: “Just two. We managed to find a couple of people who didn’t get to be chosen for jury duty.”

(John is still aghast.) “You guys weren’t like... y’know, horny, where you? Because that... that would explain a lot!”

Noelle: “What kind of a question is that to ask your mom?!”

John: “It’s a valid question!”

Noelle: “No, John. We weren’t. Your father wanted everything to be ‘right’. To which I said, let’s do this now, and we’ll go back and to the big thing later.”

“We planned on having a modest ceremony before you and Jacob were born. Then after.”

John: “Oh, so you weren’t--.” (He pauses.) “Oh.”

Noelle: “Yeah. Had I not been impulsive or, what your uncle said, eloped, I would have never gotten the chance to marry your father and vice versa. We planned on everything else, until... you know. You two. Your grandparents... War. Speaking of. Brian’s family.”

(John shakes his head.) “We’ve talked... hypotheticals, but he’s taking my last name. That’s that.”

Noelle: “Good.”

John: “Fifty bucks, though?”

Noelle: “Oh no, iho, don’t you dare. Don’t do that to Brian. He wouldn’t like that.”

John: “How do you know?”

Noelle: “...he’s told me.”

(Noelle grabs her son’s hand. When did they get so big? How did he get so big? How did her baby get so big? They’re shaking slightly. That nervous twinge.) 

John: “So... he does want to get married to me?”

Noelle: “Yes. Is that why you’re so nervous? You don’t think he’ll marry you?”

John: “I... yeah.”

Noelle: “Why do you think that?”

John: “I don’t know, ma. That’s the thing. It’s... such a big step.”

(Noelle smiles.) “Baby, Brian loves you. He’s been talking to me about this for the past few weeks. He told me that he’s waiting for you to pop the question for a long time, but he doesn’t know how to bring it up. That he’ll wait as long as he needs to.”

“You two really and truly love each other. You’re so wonderful together; you have changed each other in so many ways, you don’t even realize it. Brian’s changed you. He brought back... my son and I can never thank him enough for that.”

“And what you’ve done for him since you’ve met him... you have supported him every step of the way, protected him... you’re always there for Brian. You know what he needs.”

“Stop making him wait, John. Because... you may not get the chance to marry him. I am glad I married your father when I did. Tell him. Let him know you love him.”

“Okay?”

(She pats his hand.) “Tell Brian everything. I know you have a lot to say. Don’t make him doubt.”

(John smiles out of relief.) “Okay, mama. I got it.”

“Thank you.”

Noelle: “You’re welcome, iho. Now, come here and give your mom a hug, yeah?”

(John hops down from the counter and pulls his mom into a tight hug.)

Noelle: “Oh, my boy’s getting married. I can’t believe it.”

John: “I gotta do it first, ma. But I have no idea where to start.”

“Would uh, you mind whipping up something to eat and we can workshop it?”

(Noelle laughs) “There it is. Of course, I can. But you can’t be long, right? That’ll draw some suspicion. You are in Windenburg.”

John: “I’ve got actual alibis... I’ll get back in time.”

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