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One super funny thing about the French Rev (that Victor Hugo even references in Les Mis) is the way it altered naming conventions, resulting in tons of WILD amazing ridiculous names!
Basically what happened wasâ during the French Rev the laws around registering names were relaxed, so people started giving extremely revolutionary names to themselves and their babies.
Sadly Napoleonâs government later cracked down on this. When Napoleon came into power he passed a restrictive law mandating that people had to choose among a list of ânormalâ names, banning the weird revolution ones, because he was a spineless coward afraid of the power these names had. The restrictive naming laws werenât repealed until late in the 20th century.
But anyway here are some of my favorite French Rev baby names (taken from this list):
Mort Aux Aristocrates -âDeath to Aristocratsâ
Amour SacrĂ© de la Patrie lâan Trois -âSacred Love of the Fatherland Year IIIâ
Lagrenade ââThe Grenadeâ
Droit de lâHomme Tricolor âRight of Man Tricolorâ
ĂgalitĂ© â âEqualityâ
RĂ©gĂ©nĂ©rĂ©e Vigueurâ âRegenerated Strengthâ
Marat, ami du peuple -âMarat, friend of the peopleâ
Marat, dĂ©fenseur de la PatrieââMarat, defender of the Fatherlandâ
La Loi-âThe Lawâ
Philippe Thomas Ve de bon coeur pour la RĂ©publique â âPhilippe Thomas âGo with a good heart for the Republicââ
Raison ââReasonâ
Simon LibertĂ© ou la Mort ââSimon âFreedom or Deathââ
Citoyen FrançaisââFrench Citizenâ
Sans Crainteâ âWithout Fearâ
UnitĂ©e ImpĂ©rissableâ âImperishable Unityâ
Victoire FĂ©dĂ©rativeâ âFederal Victoryâ
Vengeur Constant ââConstant Avengerâ
#les mis#les mis letters#French Revolution#lm 1.4.3#here is my son Death to Aristocrats#and his sister The Grenade
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pats jin on the head. i love how you draw him!!
thank u !!! <3 love to draw a guy who is drowning in his clothes
#ask#big pants big shirt#grenades in his briefcase#gothic lolita sister he met in a lab#what more could a guy need
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neatly shaven Alek somehow looks even gayer than he already is (thanks disappearing-stubble-in-photomode bug!!)
EDIT: i fixed the stubble on this handsome boi
#and younger#mofo does not look 33 at all#nor does he look like the deadliest son of a gun in NC circa 2060-2075#man he's so cool... wht the heck am i not posting shit on this freakin legend of a man?#raised his sister since toddlerhood without any help#became most sought after hitman for hire in certain circles#fucked arasaka in the ass for making him and jaxie orphans#and then got flatlined by adam smasher but not before beating his bitch ass up to near death#AND got a drink named after him in the afterlife#if ya ask for The Vulture you'll receive centzon tequila on the rocks with a splash of totochkin vodka and tonic + a cherry as garnish#man playing with him feels wrong#it's like some kind of fucked up timeline where jaxie died instead and alek lived#anyways i prolly oughtta write something about this gay-shaped frag grenade of a man#cyberpunk 2077#cp77#cdpr#cd projekt red#male v#v#oc#alek takeshi bryce#the vulture#photomode#video game photography#screenshot
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The night before they took their little daughters to their parents so they could go out and enjoy the party. She was a therapeutic swimming instructor, it is said that she showered endless love on every child who came to her for therapy and he was an electrician, who also worked as an instructor at the same center. They say he was a gentle soul with a special connection to everyone. This is the story of Adir and Shiraz. They were in the car and didn't have time to reach Nova, already on the way a rocket attack began which caused them stop the car and enter a shelter on the side of the road. At 6:23 Adir's father texted Shiraz and they replied: "Everything is fine", but at 7:00 Shiraz texted her sister: "I have no air" and neither of them responded again. The terrorists who arrived in the area discovered that there were people in the shelter, they shot and threw grenades inside, Adir defended Shiraz with his body with great bravery until his life ended. They were murdered with unimaginable cruelty that is hard to describe in words. Long days passed until Adir was identified, Shiraz was identified a week later and was buried next to him. Father and mother did not return home, the girls remained orphans. It is said that they were a perfect match, they loved life in an unusual way. This is a story about Adir and Shiraz, who spread only good in the world, who were inseparable in their lives and in their deaths. The light they spread everywhere will forever illuminate our paths through the stars. Angels.
#yemen#jerusalem#tel aviv#current events#palestine#free palestine#gaza#free gaza#news on gaza#palestine news#news update#war news#war on gaza#famine#northern gaza#genocide#gaza genocide#genocide joe
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secret admirer.
hihihihihihihihi, i cannot believe i actually slept for two days in a row? wth? and also that i never did this kind of posts? im such a lazy bum mb yall, I promise I'll write a real fic soon. summary: bllk characters as your secret admirers: isagi, bachira, chigiri, reo. how they fell, what do they do, how did they confess.
isagi.y
him. just him.
you once held his shirt collar to stop him from planting flatly on the floor.
and when you walked away, you walked with his heart in your palms.
yea, just like that
but honestly, isagi himself didn't knew he was such a big sap inside
and the moment he realised you two shared a few classes was the second he almost kneeled and thanked the sky itself for this.
an absolute swoon from looking at your side profile.
he once was long gone within the abyss of daydreaming about you, he genuinely just couldn't look away.
then got called out by the teacher for being too distracted.
definitely prayed that you didn't see that.
writes your name unintentionally in his notebook.
gets so embarrassed about it later and rips the paper.
still dose it again the next day and almost ripped the whole book apart form cringing at himself.
he once was musing over you too much to the point that your name slipped out unwittingly on the dinner table.
his parents couldn't stop teasing him about it, wondering when they would see you walking down their house door.
leaves love notes in your locker almost everyday.
it's something short and simple like: "you look pretty today."
then when he goes home he'll realize how dumb that was because you literally look the prettiest everyday.
dumb, dumby.
takes time to make the first move though.
he just feels like you're way, farther away from his reach.
it's okay, he still considers himself lucky to be one of those who got admire you.
he just hoped you saw him behind all of them, even if it was a glance.
chigiri.h
omgg pretty boyyy
despite chigiri being a confident and self-reliant, the trigger words of his old injury was like a pulling a pin of a grenade to his still-raw sorrowness. something that'll always haunt him.
and what dose he dare to say when they were nothing but truthful? like a salt to his wounds, he tends to just take it and suck it up, or at least try to ignore it for his sake.
but everything flipped when you stood up for him.
from that moment on. chigiri knew that he was far a goner.
out of everyone here he's definitely the most romantic one.
reads all your favourite books and analysis it.
probably named a cat after you.
like isagi he writes love letters for you.
just a little too poetic..
it it's short then it's something like: "loving you is like breathing." or "i hope your days are filled with the same joy you give me with your existence only."
but mostly is: "my definition of love, i see the true meaning of living behind your hue of life. you shall lighten my soul with your existence alone, i was born to see you shin each day, witnessing you is a blessing from heaven itself. the day that i stop seeing you as the owner of the stars is the day my body shall vanish, yet my soul will know it way back to you. from your only and one your admirer."
what a lovesick clown.
he might be a smooth talker on the outside, but trust me the butterflies of sentimental keeps on swirling in his stomach on the sight of you.
told his mother and sister about you.
it was his biggest regrets.
because the next day his sister shouted your name in a demand for you to spend the night for the 'meeting of the future in law'.
he had to physically drag her back to the car, freaking embarrassing.
couldn't meet your eyes for a while after that.
wants to hold your hand.
like, really badly.
it's just that feeling your skin against his cold, pristine hands must've feel like the loveliest, cosiest thing.
the thoughts alone are making him go crazy.
he confessed first, just couldn't help himself.
he just hoped if you would go to the end of the world alongside with him.
bachira.m
the sunshine boy himself.
the definition of fell first AND fell harder.
it all started when the class was ordered to work as duo for a project, something he always despised.
you may say that because bachira was definitely not having the word 'smart' in his book, you'd be right actually.
but mainly since no one really wanted to group up with him.
it was embarrassing, to just sit there and wait to be picked was putting him under the lights that pointed him out as the most pitiful creature in the room.
then you pocked him on the shoulder, and asked him if he wanted to be your partner.
and when he didn't see the sarcasm reeking from you, he knew he tripped hard, and couldn't find it anywhere in his feet to back him up.
it was strange, bachira never had a company, let alone a crush.
but the signs were there, and were painfully vulnerable.
painted you in art class multiple times; you with a smile, you reading a book, you sniffing a sunflower.
maybe also you and him... holding hands or hugging...
stares at your face a way, way too long.
he tells himself it's to crave your features better and detailed.
even he doesn't believe that however.
he draws your eyes a lot.
his second favourite colour is your eyes hue.
he was never the best at writing romantic poems, and his hand writing is just........
so he insisted gets you a gift!
which is a rock.
yes you heard me, rock.
he would even paint a little face with a smile on it and leave it on your desk by the end of the day.
almost went bald from joy when you had it hanging as a small march on your bag.
and when you had a bad day, that goes unnoticed by him.
so imagine your surprise when you would find two pairs of rocks, one kissing the other who had a sad expression on it face.
that somehow that foster a blissful smile on your face. like that little action extinct any remains of the past negative you carried.
and bachira was more than happy to be the reason for your happiness.
definitely rambles about you to his mom.
and his monster.
he once ha a dream about you two smooching.
cried when he woke up because he wanted it to be real more than anything.
you two confessed first, at the same time.
and boy was he dancing on cloud nine at it.
he almost smooch you that moment and then.
reo.m
it's mister perfect everyone, cheer.
you fell first, he fell harder.
no, literally. you fell. tripped flat on the floor.
and somehow, that made the reo mikage heart move.
?????????
love at first (fall??) sight.
he definitely leaves a trail of gifts for you everywhere.
your chair, desk, locker, bag.
he switches between chocolate and flowers to letters and perfumes, necklaces, etc..
you say how he picked them?
easy, see something that reminds him of you, he buys.
and it's pretty foolish since he sees you in almost everything.
reo is convinced that you're within everything that shins beautifully.
he actually paid the teachers to let him be in the same classroom as you.
paid even more to get a seat next to you.
rip to whoever was sitting next to you.
he once heard that a guy was bothering you.
the next day the guy was the talking of school because he suddenly moved out of town due to his dad losing his job.
hm, must be karma then.
has a shrine of you.
but you didn't hear that from me.
talks about you none stop to nagi and ba-ya.
genuinely sobbed when he imagined you with someone else.
has a flight under your name.
made a makeshift doll of you so he can practice his confessions on.
had a mental breakdown of the idea of you rejecting him.
reo can the most horrible, miserable day to a human kind to live.
then he sees you smiling
BOOM
he's all happy and smiling again, also a little giddy.
you once greeted him good morning, the next day he was planing what ring would suit you the most.
had two planes to write on the sky: 'will you go out with me?' and your name next to it in a shade of a heart.
now, you definitely cannot reject that. (Please don't)
have a nice day everyone.
#blue lock x reader#bllk x reader#blue lock#isagi x reader#bachira x reader#reo x reader#chigiri hyoma x reader#chigiri x reader#yoichi isagi x reader#bachira meguru x reader#reo mikage x reader
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arenât you just precious
Everything medical related was a google search, so those in the medical field please donât come for me - I was a literature major for a reason đ
⹠Pairing: Parents!Jake & Neytiri x Oldest daughter!Reader
âą Word count: 2kÂ
âą Genre: suspense, action, angst, slight humor - Warnings: explicit description of injuries, blood, cursing, reader is a lil crazy
âČ Description: Your iknimaya goes a little south. Aka introducing the âdemon ikran.â
M A S T E R L I S T
Jake Sully, a marine veteran at the age of twenty-two had gone through absolute hell on earth before ever setting his disabled ass on Pandora.Â
He thought he had seen the worse - comrades shot down right in front of his eyes, the blood covering their skin, blank dead eyes staring into his soul. Sometimes there were those who were actually blown to bits by bombs and grenades, screaming not even five feet away from him as they clutched their missing limbs, begging a nonexistent God for mercy.
Then there was his own injury. The pain he hardly remembered, because he had gotten to the point of delusion when they finally managed to drag him out of the war zone, half dead, and to the VA hospital. Â
The incoherent words he had heard after waking up from his surgery despite his hazy vision and buzzing hearing at that time, yet the truth coming out of the doctorâs mouth had still hit him in the face like the largest âfuck you and your lifeâ to exist.Â
â...ave severe spinal injury...fixable...expensive, marine.â
A severe spinal injury that was fixable but too expensive for a marine like him to afford.Â
For an active man as he had been in the past, the thought of being paralyzed from the waist had been his worst nightmare to the point of being ready to waste away his life.Â
Though even after all that shit, Jake Sully felt like he wanted to throw up as he stared at his oldest baby girl at the fresh age of fourteen laying there in front of him; delirious as he had once been in the same position, bleeding and bruised.Â
He could only thank Eywa that your heart was still beating and your body intact.Â
Well, mostly.Â
The almost nauseous angle of your left wrist certainly did not look natural. And their bones were fortified, stronger than anything else to human knowledge. Yet it had managed to snap as easily as that.Â
Neytiri - his beautiful, poor mate. She was distraught, one would say more so than him. Sitting only inches away from your fevering form in one of Hellâs Gate treating rooms for avatars, muttering prayers with dried tears upon her face.Â
Your injuries had been so severe that not even the abilities of your grandmother, the Tsahik, could heal you solely through the spiritual power of Eywa. These kinds of injuries needed the advanced surgery of human technology.Â
His other children were barred from coming inside, having been firmly ordered to remain in their village as he and Neytiri made sure that you would be okay. None of them wanted to keep them away, but neither did they want them to be traumatized by seeing your bloodied and broken form.Â
A stark contrast from the smiling and proud sister that they knew.Â
And yet, you had still managed to complete your iknimaya.Â
Jake watched with a bated breath from the air upon Bob, his own faithful ikran through the years, as he saw the slight encouraging push Neytiri had given you on the edge of the nesting place. Your, oh so small form, looked firm and stubborn as you steadily stalked forward in a crouched form, the band for the beak held in your grasp with determination.Â
He watched as one ikran flew away. Then another. And another. A third one. Fourth. Fifth. Sixth.Â
He had lost count after the eleventh.Â
You were getting frustrated, he could see that. Neytiri was still there, calling out for you to calm down. To be patient as he moved Bob a little bit closer, but not too much to distract you if you were to see him hovering.Â
And there he was.Â
Jake had seen it before you did. The vicious screech even reached him high up in the clouds and echoed above all the other ikrans.Â
He felt his blood run cold as the midnight blue beast, nearly black in color with its yellow and green detailing jumped down from the highest point of the rocks and landed behind you as you whirled around with snarl of your own.Â
But then as fleeting as it had been, you had grinned, taking in the magnificent animal despite its bloodthirsty aggressiveness.Â
âArenât you just precious?â Neytiri had told him of your words in the aftermath.Â
His mate hollered in encouragement, and he could hardly stop the prideful tug of his own lips.Â
Rather than you leaping on the beast, Jake straightened up as he saw the ikran run at you as well. Both were only inches away from crashing, as you last minute decided to slide beneath its belly - slight enough to fit as you rolled away on the other side and then slung the catcher around its mouth swiftly before throwing yourself on its back.Â
His expectations had been hopeful from that moment. Positive. But wrong, oh so wrong.Â
Rather than trying to snap at you by turning, he watched in horror as the ikran seemed to have a human mind as it slammed against a stone wall, you hitting it first.Â
Neytiri had screamed, already half leaping forward but stopping herself as she saw you still clinging to the beast.Â
Both had thought that had been the worst of it until the ikran tried it again. This time deliberately falling backward to land on its back with a rumble, where you were hung on.Â
âLET GO MA âITE! LET GO!â Neytiri was yelling. Or begging. He couldnât be sure in his own fear.Â
But both of them underestimate you, as a growl mixed with what Jake had assumed to be a painful yell from yourself erupted. Legs manage to wrap around the animalâs neck despite being crushed underneath its weight.Â
He saw belatedly you were only holding on to the banshee catcher with one hand as you pulled at its head hard enough to make the animal let out another vicious muted screech.Â
And then you truly proved you were his daughter.Â
âCâMON YOU MOTHERFUCKER. GRANDPA BOB WAS BETTER THAN THIS!â
The ikran had gotten angrier, trashing before suddenly rolling like a fucking bowling pin on the stone-covered ground.Â
Towards the edge of the cliff.Â
Neytiri ran, and Jake dove, both reaching out and screaming your name as you and the ikran fell off the edge.Â
As his mate leaned almost desperately over the edge, Jake forced himself to draw Bob back up, only for a few seconds - not to interfere with the rite. But it was in those few seconds he felt like his heart had stopped beating.Â
There was that familiar screech again.Â
Then you were soaring.Â
Up in a straight line, past Neytiri and him. Tsaheylu clearly made as the ikran listened to your orders.Â
There was a blinding grin on your face as you soared, clearly looking for him and letting out a whoop.Â
The moment your eyes caught his, Jake felt his grin slip.Â
Your eyes, open just moments before suddenly rolled back. Your whole body went slack as you fell over the side, your newly bonded ikran screeching at the sudden weightless feeling as the bond broke and your body went straight down.Â
Jake hadnât heard his desperate yell, this time diving down without stopping.Â
He thought you were dead when he managed to catch you and flew back up, only to have Neytiri meet him in the air on her own mount, an expression so clearly in distress. Without a word, they both made haste back to the village, your newly bonded ikran following closely behind.Â
âHow is she?â His voice sounded like it had gone over fifty years of smoking with no water. It felt like his whole body was weighed down with stones.Â
âSheâs alive,â thatâs all that Max could offer with a grim expression. âShe will need surgery. The momentum of her slamming repeatedly against stones with the ikranâs weight on top has managed to collapse a lung.â
Jake had never wanted to sob like a newborn baby until now. But he needed to remain calm, or at least sane. For Neytiriâs sake, and your siblings.
âUsually surgeries like these lead to long-term conditions in life, but weâre certain that with the Naâvi biology she will heal just fine without complications. But itâs the healing that will take time.â
He was nodding along, but it felt like he was far away. Only hearing a slight inconsistent sound in his ears as he watched through the see-through glass into the room where you were all connected up to tubes and an oxygen mask.Â
It was so human, the whole situation of you being in a hospital bed for avatars - Jake wanted to laugh. Not in humor, but maybe in slight delusion at the situation.Â
âOkay, okayâŠâ he swallowed. âAnything else?â
His human friend was taking pity on him, Jake knew.Â
Max has been there since the beginning. Seeing Jake growing his own family and now being placed in this position. âBesides the broken wrist and strained ankle, itâs mostly cuts and bruises. So she will have to wear a brace as well as remain seated for the next week or so. And check-ups every three days.â
âYeah, we can do that,â Jake croaked. âWhenâs the surgery?â
âAs soon as possible.â
Another nod. âThanks, man.â
âOf course.â
He had to nearly pry Netytiri away from you as she snarled protectively. But he had to explain that she couldnât join in on the surgery due to contamination concerns. The whole room had to be fixed to match that of a Naâvi body, the surgeons wearing oxygen masks as the space was filled with Pandoraâs toxic air for your sake.Â
It was an open lung surgery, Jake had been told. A risky procedure even on earth. It had taken four hours. Four hours full of anxiety and fear.Â
But you had pulled through, Max said, Norm closely behind with a relieved teary smile himself. The man was like another uncle to the kids despite his avatar form. He had watched their ceremonies, rites and connections to Eywa. So to Norm, this was just like a family member to him.Â
You had slept for a full day and a half after the surgery, still confined to the avatar hospital room before your eyes had fluttered open with difficulty. A cough erupted followed by your painful whine at the action.
Netytiri had hushed you gently, crouching down and stroking your hair back. Fresh tears fell at seeing you conscious again after so long, sobs breaking out as you flashed a sleepy smile at her.Â
Neytiri had felt like Eywa had pulled the entirety of Pandora away from underneath her feet during the hours of your examination and surgery. Clutching Jake to her and never wanting to let go as her oldest baby was at the mercy of nature and your own will to live through.Â
But she knew.Â
You were strong. You always had been. And you had fought.Â
Neytiri had never imagined a day when one of her biggest nightmares nearly came to pass.Â
To lose one of her children.Â
She would rather throw herself off the highest point on Ayram alusĂŹng than lose one of her precious babies before their time. She believed in Eywa with her whole heart and soul and knew their beings were only borrowed and one day had to be returned.Â
But Eywa would not take her children away from her until Neytiri herself agreed.Â
Until that time, she would do anything to protect them. But to have it happen during one of their most treasured rites in life had prevented her from doing many things.Â
Interfering for once. Because you had said so before as if knowing how horribly wrong it could go.Â
âDo not stop me, mama. I can do this on my own.â
Of course, you could. And you did.Â
Despite having to brush the doors to Eywaâs home yourself to succeed.Â
And as your parents carefully helped you back home to the village after five days of observation at Hellâs Gate after your surgery, you couldnât help but snicker despite the stabs of pain. Â
Your mom had admonished you gently to not aggravate your wounds. Whereas your dad held back the roll of his eyes with amusement tickling the sides of his mouth.Â
âWhy are you laughing, flower?â
Your grin was shit-eating as you looked up at him.
âMy iknimaya was so much cooler than Toruk Maktoâs.â
âYou little skxawng.â
I feel like I lowkey pulled this one out of my ass, but oh well.Â
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look, all i'm saying is that if your parents fostered this kid for a while and you became best friends, and then the kid got into drugs or something and joined a gang and killed your brother-in-law, and the police got involved and your newly widowed sister, who had a one-month-old baby, ran into the middle of the gunfight to protect your almost-brother and got killed and then he blew himself up with a grenade, and then over a decade later he suddenly showed up at your house reincarnated into the body of a teenager with his boyfriend who is in his 30s and also hates you and got mad at you for not kicking your orphaned teenage nephew's emotional support dog out of the house as soon as you realized your almost-brother was there without an invitation, and you went to the private family cemetery and he and his boyfriend had jumped the fence and were doing something that looked an awful lot like getting ready to have sex on top of your parents' grave, and you held yourself back from doing anything but saying "you piece of shit, stop fucking on top of mom and dad's grave and get out of here" and the boyfriend went "oh good i've been looking for an excuse to punch you" and punched you in the face, you would hit him back too
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synopsis. you were a sucker for jealousy sex, man.
pairing. toji fushiguro x reader
genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, established relationship, domestic fluff, dilf!toji, milf!reader, tattoos, jealousy sex, exhibitionish, Toji being childish, cowgirl position, hints of subby Toji | â feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog đ€ 800+ w.c.
Dilf!Toji who comes home from picking up Megumi and your daughter Nya from their kindergarten after-school activities.Â
Toji scolds the two for running down the hallway as soon as the front door opens, their little pitters from their feet slapping against the wooden floor as they rush into the living room where you were lying snuggly just to tackle you into a hug.Â
The two are all smiles and giggles as they kick off their sneakers and snuggle up next to you.
They were practically glowing with excitement, as if they hadn't seen you just hours before, on the same day you had taken them to school. "Mommy! Mommy! Can I show you what I made in art today?"
Despite posing the question, the girl had already started unzipping her bag and shuffling through the strange, cryptic amount of things she had packed inside of her small Hello Kitty backpack.
If you hadn't had quick enough reflexes, you'd have thought she was trying to take your eye out by shoving the bendy wire figure right into your face.
"Oh wow, honey, it looks so creative; I can tell you worked really hard on it." You honestly couldn't tell what it wasâfuzzy purple, red, and green covered wires all bent into some sort of shape that you could only assume to be a figure, but you put on your best motherly smile for your child.
"It's you, mommy! Can you tell, I even gave it a big butt." When Toji came into the living room, slouching his shoulders on the back of the couch and leaning forward.
Looming over the exchange, you decided to change the direction of the conversation before he could get remotely lewd about his favorite body part of yours.
"Did you make anything, Megumi?" Despite not being your biological son, the coal-haired boy still showed the same amount of admiration for you as your own daughter did.Â
But it was still very clear that Megumi had all of Tojiâs attitude, with the boy showing no interest in his sister's show-in-tell and not even bothering to cover up his glare at her art project. "That looks like crap," Megumi states bluntly, earning a dramatic gasp from Nya.Â
The girl held the figure to her chest as if she were protecting it from him.
"You look like crap." Toji teases, no better than the children. As the three start bickering back and forth with each other, you reach for the TV remote and pause the Netflix show that you were trying to binge.
It was like you were raising three kids, as the argument only became pettier by the second.
"Why don't you tell mommy about how Itaduriâs mom liked your tattoos?" Megumi shrugged, your brow furrowed in surprise as the two children abruptly switched teams to go against their father.
"Is that why she was touching your arm?" Nya asked naively, unaware that she had just unpinned a grenade.
Your palm pushed away Tojiâs face as he tried to distract you with a kiss, curving him as you dug for more information between the two. "And what was daddy saying while she was touching his arm?"
âHe said thank you.â
Now that you understood the cost of having a super hot husband, you weren't blind to Tojiâs charm, but over the years of being in love with him, it was pretty easy to say that he was just blessed with his attractiveness.
Having women throw themselves at him was nothing new,it was just another daily problem added to the things that Toji had to go through.Â
It's not like he entertained any of the women that came up to him because he truly only loves you, but that didn't mean that you weren't allowed to be a little needier sometimes.
Plus, he wasn't complaining much while lavishing you with affection. His hands lingered on your body long after the kids had fallen asleep for their naps.Â
It was daring, having to straddle his lap on the couch in the family living room knowing that the kids could wake up at any moment, but for Toji.
It was just another goal he was willing to complete, seeing how fast he could make you cum in that circumstance.
Handing his hand down to your thighs, he gives them a squeeze as he catches his breath, watching you ride him with an admiring glint in his eye. "You're so fucking beautiful, you know that?"
"Really? more beautiful than that other bitch?" You knew Itadoriâs mother wasnât a bitch.
If anything, she was a kind lady who knew how to make really good brownies.
Youâd probably scalp her if you ever saw her skirting with Toji again.
No hard feelings, but she should know better than to touch what was yours.
"So muchâah, youâre the most beautiful woman I know." Toji whimpered, reaching his tattooed hand in between and sharing some attention to your clit.Â
You were a sucker for jealousy sex, man.Â
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Jilted
Azriel x Reader
Synopsis: The morning of your wedding your fears are enforced by an old way of thought, sending you running and Azriel to cope with the aftermath but will a reunion set you both back on the path you should both be living?
Warnings: Angsty
A/N: Right, you may find yourself hating Reader for a bit but I tried my best convey the panic and pressure.
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âI can't do this I can't do this I can't do thisâ
âShh YNN you'll be fine! This is what you want!â Mor caught you in her arms, your train half tangling your feet. You cried into her chest, not caring if your make-up was streaming down your face, your sister and maid of honour rocking you gently.
âYN, come on sweetie, it's just pre-wedding jitters, happens to most, Azriel will be waiting to see his beautiful bride!â
âMor it's too soon! I was going to be a writer! Go off and live on the continent, I have never even been! There's still so much I want to go and do!â
âAnd you will! You will YN! You and Az will do that together and more! Marriage isn't going to change that!â
âYou're right, you're rightâ You pulled from her, rubbed under your eyes and sat back down at the vanity. You looked into the mirror at the person you hardly recognised and silently went about reapplying your makeup.
âYou look beautiful YNâ You could only nod at her, afraid if you opened your mouth again it would set off a series of unfortunate events.
âIâm going to go check on Azrielâ She gave you a smile before ducking out of the pastel room, leaving you alone. You steadied your breathing, batting your tears away with your lashes before they could fall further. You loved Azriel, he was your life force, saved you from yourself and you returned the same to him. He was your everything. These thoughts brought ease to you. You ran a soft hairbrush through your flowing locks, a smile beginning to reappear on your face.
âOh you look lovely my childâ The sound of a weathered female's voice came up behind you, causing you to jump slightly. She was of pure Illyrian blood, a representative of a dying way of thought, a relic in her own right, Azriels only remaining relative he was in contact with.
âThank you, Elenaâ You found your head bowing slightly to her, unsure of why, you out-ranked her and yet you felt the pressure of the millennia of the institution she represented weigh on you.Â
âYou're going to make a wonderful wife YNâ She almost snaked up behind you as quietly as she entered the room as you watched her in the reflection. You tried not to stare at the clipped tattered wings that hung from the female, she tucked them in as if noticing your glance.Â
âI just know you'll keep him a nice lifeâ
âWhat do you mean?â You turned to face the skeletal woman, her bone-chilling words wrapping around your lungs.
âWell, I mean being the wife of a powerful Illyrian of course! And just think YN when the children come along you'll be so busy raising the next generation of warriors! Not much time for other things but what could be more important than the bloodline? Azriel is a hard worker, I know he'll provide in tenfoldsâ She smiled as if she wasn't throwing a live grenade, it began to smoke as the pin was pulled from it inside your head. You could feel your chest compressing further with the strangling tradition.
âWell, Az and I will be both working and you know we won't be having offspring until after we travel and even then we'll both be looking after themâ You tried to calm yourself down but her shrill laughter put a quick stop to relief you had from your own words.
âOh, my child don't we all think that! You're marrying an Illyrian, bastard born or not-â the words cut you, anger replacing anxiety for a moment until she continued â-He canât suppress the urges of his blood. His life partner will be malleable, mute and well-behaved, does what is expected of her. Azriel has other things to be doing for his Court than raising children, female workâÂ
âI-â You couldnât find the words through the magma-thick matter-of-fact speech she choked you with.Â
â-Well, I must go make myself useful elsewhere childâ Her crochet-hook-like fingers dug into your shoulders with a squeeze before she turned and left you in the solitude of your room once more.Â
You could feel the air rush from your lungs as you fought to stop the oxygen from evaporating from your blood. You stood, pacing, blood rushing to your face as you stumbled on the train of your dress, hitting the carpet with unforgiving force. You lay for a moment on the carpet, hands splayed out in front of you, your engagement catching the light like you loved. It suddenly feeling much too tight.Â
âGods! Fuck! I canât do this!â You stood on rattling knees, grabbing things frantically from the dresser before you could fully become cognisant of the actions.
You moved quickly and carefully through the door and into the empty hallway, avoiding the directions where laughs leaked out, them falling like battle cries in your ears.Â
You reached the stone steps of the venue with quiet desperation, your adrenaline and anxiety now fully controlling your body as you bolted down the path, half stumbling. You whipped around to look back up to the hill where the hall of your friends and family waited for the blushing bride, tears claiming your face as their own as you dashed into the streets of Velaris before anyone inside became the wiser.
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Funerals are a strange thing. They do strange things to people. You thought this as you stood at the back of a hall you had not been inside in almost 70 years, thought about how the female they were saying goodbye to today shook your entire life up like it was nothing. You looked around and imagined it the week after you left, the day you left, the hour after you left. You thought of the moments you missed with your chosen family since you fled the Night Court and all its wonderful attributes, you pushed the guilt you had been fighting ever since then back down
From the back row, your eyes landed on the backs of the three Archeron sisters, their stories meeting you on your travels around the globe. You smothered the smile that toyed at your mouth, the thoughts of your friends happy and in love warming you. Your gaze landed on the the back of Azriels head as it hung in respect. Too much, this was too much, you couldnât deal with him seeing you. As you had 70 years previously, you slipped from the hall without anyone noticing.Â
You were met with the warm Spring sun, a beautiful day in Velaris, as they all were. You wandered down the unforgiving steps, your name from a familiar voice stopping you.
âYn?âÂ
âMor!â
âYn!â She ran down the steps, taking you in her arms, the feeling of home rushing to you. You were so happy to hold your sister having worked through the issues that arose from your wedding day. At first, she rightfully iced you entirely but after two decades of silence, she reached out, asking to reconnect, missing her sister in the fray and yet you always found an excuse to not come home.Â
âYn I'm so happy you're back! You came back for the funeral?â
âYeah I did, felt I needed toâ
âYeah I mean I suppose they were almost your family tooâ she smiled before realising her words and apologising, a weak smile grew on your face in acceptance of the throwaway comment. The two of you continued down a winding road away from the groups leaking out of the hall.
âSo how long are you here?â
âJust the weekend, I have meetings on Monday, Iâm staying at our old apartment, remember?â
âOh yes! Just a flying visit so, the busy life of a successful big-time author I supposeâ
âOh yeah, I'm plagued with the titleâ you laughed, finally meeting the Sidra as it coursed, its glimmering water making you smile.
âYeah, your success really boomed after leaving hereâ She almost sounded sad before beaming at you again and catching your hands in hers.
âI guess, I missed you though, I missed the Night Courtâ
âAnd Azriel?â The name struck pure pain into your heart, as if seeing the back of his head in the hall wasn't bad enough, hearing his name was almost catastrophic, you only nodded.
âWell, he misses you too YNâ She squeezed your hands.
âHe doesn't, he couldn't, not after what I did to him Morâ She looked at you with sympathy, looking back up the street you just walked down.Â
âI have to get back, theyâll be looking for meâ You gave her an understanding smileÂ
âMeet me for a drink later in Ritaâs, we have so much to catch up onâ as she kissed your cheek goodbye with her words before returning back up the street to the hall again.
You looked out over the Sidra, an empty plot of land ripping through your heart. It was there where you and Azriel were going to build, it still stayed empty. A mausoleum to your relationship. You peeled your eyes from it, looking elsewhere around the city you adored, deciding to spend the remainder of your evening re-acquainting yourself with it.Â
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Night fell in the city of stars as you found your way towards the Town House by muscle memory alone. You felt so alive being back, more alive than any amount of travel or success ever brought you. You leaned against the fence, waiting happily for your sister.
âY-Yn?â his face dropped, his voice alone causing you to bite the inside of your mouth to almost bleed. The red flush from your walking was gone from your face growing pale at the sight of him standing on the other side of the street. He crossed slowly as if any sudden movement would send you running.
âH-Hi Az-Azriel, you look - you look wellâÂ
âThank- what are you doing here YN?â tones of confused sadness left Azriel, the anger towards you he felt so many years ago unable to be conjured back at will. He thought about this moment so often and yet, he couldnât think of a single thing heâd said in those imaginary encounters.
âI-Iâm meeting Mor, I-â
âAzriel, hey there you are!â The small beaming brunette Fae seemingly came from nowhere to his side, her hand tucking into his so effortlessly. You pushed every yearning thought from your head and plastered a smile onto your face that didnât fully meet your eyes.Â
âMaya, go tell Mor her sister is here, Iâll meet you insideâ She raked her eyes up your and down your full body with such subtle brutality before kissing Azrielâs cheek goodbye, sauntering up the path to the house.Â
âShe seems nic-â
âShe isâ He almost bit, his eyes felt like daggers on your skin.
âI-â
â-What are you doing here YN?â his tone matched his eyes.
âI just came for the funeralâ
âAnd now what?â
âIâm meeting Mor and then heading to our old place to stayâ âAnd then?â âThen, Iâm heading back to the continentâ You weren't sure why you were answering, you suppose you owed him that much, the heat of his eyes making you feel vulnerable.
âI heard your writing is doing pretty well there, pretty well everywhereâ
âYeahâ
âHope it was worth it YNâ Words like fire burning you all over, and yet you felt you deserved worse. He sighed when you didn't respond before pushing past you, following the path Maya had just trotted up.
âIt wasn't," you said the words before you knew what you were saying, back towards him before looking over your shoulder, now fully meeting his eyes. He looked as though he was going to say something but Mor came flying out her front door.
âSorry I'm late YN I was- oh, sorry am I interrupting something?â
âNo Mor, I was just leavingâ and then he did. Gone again. Â
âHow did that go?â Mor looped her arm through yours, prying you from leaning on the wall to head down the street again.
âFineâ you tried a smile and failed.
âYou met Mayaâ
âAlways one for sensitivity Morâ You smiled at your sister and she was instant apologies.
âIâm sorry, I forgot they were coming over tonight⊠Maya isn't anything like you if that helps. He went a bit off the walls when you left. Cassian thinks he's going to propose to that tonight, hope he's all wrong. He's totally settling especially since Rhys and Cass have their mates now. She's nothing like you and I think he knows that, just ignoring it. It's kinda sad and- oh hey YN I didn't mean to make you cryâ she said the words like throwaway gossip, forgetting her audience only to have your rising tears land her back to earth.Â
âNo no it's okay Mor, I'm just going to go homeâ
âAw come on, I'm sorry!â you stopped on the path, her soft eyes giving you no comfort.Â
âNot as sorry as I am Morâ You took off then, in the direction of your old shared house.
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You lay in your bed, rain threatening to come through the slate roof. Tossing and turning you finally decided to get up and wander your old house you had with Mor before meeting Azriel. Looking in drawers filled with old pictures, ones of you when you were a kid, playing with the Mor. More recent ones of you with Rhys, Cassian and Azriel, Azriels arm draped around you. You ran your fingers over the tarnished picture, a tear dripping onto the film before you tucked it back into the worn drawer.Â
You meandered through the living room, stopping at the old mahogany press. You knew what was in there and you didn't want to see it. Looking at that engagement ring again would be the end of you.
A loud banging came drumming against the door causing you to jump from the crushing thought. You wrapped the dressing gown tighter around yourself before opening the door to see the tormented, rain-soaked Illyrian before you. He waited for no invitation before blowing in past you, the cold leaking from him.
âI COULDN'T DO IT!â
âDo what Azriel?! What's wrong?!â
âI couldn't ask Maya to marry me! There's fucking caution tape around my heart because of you! I would have been fine if you had just left me alone to wallow in anger all those years ago I would have been fine! But No! I just had to fuck around and get attached to you!â He threw his arms in the air, words hot with anger.Â
âYou're blaming me for loving you?!â You found his words caused you your own irritation.
âYeah! Yeah I am! You just had to pay attention to me! You just had to care about me! You just had to-â
âHad to what?! Had to love you!â you couldnât believe you snapped out the words as they floated to his ears.Â
âYEAH! AND YOU JUST HAD TO LEAVE ME!â Knives to your mind would have been less painful, he almost rattled in anger, a mere metre away from you, his shadows vibrating at his feet in anger.Â
âI had to leave Azriel I wasn't ready!â
âYOU COULDN'T HAVE SAID THAT TO MY FACE!? BECAUSE YOU COULD HAVE! ANYTHING WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER THAN STANDING UP ON THAT FUCKING ALTER WAITING FOR YOU!â his arms raised in the air with his words, causing you to flinch slightly.Â
âAzriel-â
âWhen we were together what was the thing you always said to me?! It was that you wouldn't leave me, that you wouldn't abandon me like everyone else. YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T AND YOU FUCKING DID!â
âI know Az I knowâ you were crying now, throwing yourself back on the couch, floods of memories of those very conversations threatening to drown you.
âYou know?! Then why did you do it! The truth!â
âElena came to me before the wedding and said all this stuff about what a wife should do and be and how I wasn't going to have time to write anymore and all the kids would be left to me and I wasn't ready! I WASN'T READY FOR THAT KIND OF PRESSURE THE ILLYRIANS WERE PUSHING ON ME!â
âYEAH! THE ILLYRIANS NOT ME! I NEVER EVER SAID ANYTHING LIKE THAT! NEVER EVEN THOUGHT IT!â you buried your head in your hands at his shouting, the action sending a ping of regret through Azriel but the repressed rage he felt towards you had to get out.
âYou hurt me YN YLN. The wedding bells were just alarms to youâ
âI don't know what to say but I want you to know that I understand that you hate me, I'll leave tomorrow, Ill go!â you swept the tears from your face, feeling you didnât deserve to have them, the maker behind this mess.
âI missed youâ his words completely caught you off guard as you brought yourself to look at him once again, his wild wrathful eyes replaced by utterly heartbroken ones.
âI miss you and I shouldn't. I can't move on from you! I haven't slept properly since you left! Every damn night it's a new nightmare and then I wake up and you're not there like you used to be and it's a different kind of nightmare! I miss you being there next to me at the dinner table, at Ritaâs, at stupid fucking court functions, just doing absolutely fuck all with you! The number of times I thought about contacting you, visiting you, the amount of letters I wrote and never sent-â It was the first time he hadn't had a raised voice since he came into the house but being faced with the fallout of your actions in his ice tone made you miss the screaming to some degree.
âI'M SORRY! I AM WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY!â you found yourself shouting back, anything to deafen your inner voice.
âDo you miss me?â his icy tone melted slightly at your unfamiliar raised voice.
âYesâ you stood again from the sofa.Â
âI'm with Mayaâ
âI knowâ
âBut she's not youâ
âNoâ
âI hate you YN" The words hurt every inch of your body, every cell felt searing unwavering pain, the sentence you never thought youâd hear him say. The familiar feeling of your lungs being strangled beat in your chest, unable to recover from the mortal wound. You did what you did best and ran, out the door and into the rain-soaked Velarian streets.
âYN stop!â he followed you quickly as you made it halfway down the street, he would not have you slip from him again.
âNo! I hurt you! I broke you and myself in the process all for selfish reasons and I still love you Azriel!â you went to run again but his firm hand on your forearm stopped you, spinning you to face him as his wild face dripped in rain.
âI hate that I love you YNâ
âWhat?â you said softly over the thundering rain. Azriel looked from your face to over your shoulder. You turned to follow his eyes down the street, the plot of land haunting the other side of the Sidra.
âYou ever wonder what we could have been? We were supposed to live there after we got married, we'd probably have kids and all nowâ his tone had softened at the sight of the overgrown plot.
âYeah, we probably wouldâ You stood next to him looking at the patch of home, you gave a weak smile.
âBut you might not have your successful careerâ
âI'd have you, that would be worth moreâ
âYou don't mean that YNâ
âI doâ he turned to completely face you then.
âNever thought I'd hear you say those wordsâ You bit your lip and you could have sworn Azriel fought a slight smile at your discomfort.
âYou should go propose to Maya -â Your mouth was betraying your heart â- And I should leave and live the life I chose because I can't be around the life I should be livingâ
âDo you think you'd want to live it if I gave you the choice now?â his eyes searched yours, fully softening for the first time since he landed on the doorstep.Â
âI doâ
âYn I hate you and I love you but mostly I just hate that I love youâ He felt no longer in control of his urges, leaning into you as he took hold of your soaked hips and leaned down to kiss swirls of what should have been and what could have taking you both over.
15 years later.
You lay down in the sun of the wildflower garden, your eyes took rest in the warm glow of the sun, taking a moment of rest after months of traveling with your new novel.Â
âARGH!â You shrieked at the rush of cold water soaking you down to your skin.Â
âAzriel!â you bolted from where you lay, chasing your husband who clutched the hose down the length of the garden, only to be stopped dead by his sudden decrease in velocity.Â
âBig mistake YNNâ You looked at him puzzled only to hear the roaring laughter of your two children launch out of the hedges and armed with water balloons that they doused you with, gaining more screams of pure unadulterated joy. You collapsed to the grass as they overwhelmed you with their hysterics, climbing all over you, Azriel watching on so lovingly, so whole.
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I promise the next fic will be more silly goofy! Let me know what you think!
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Trick or TreatâŠor Else
This is unfinished because I felt like I kept screwing up Jasonâs characterisation a bit. Gotta work on that.
Jason glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall to his left, itâs was 2:57 on Halloween. His patrol wasnât due to start for a few more hours, but something tugged at him that cause him to feel like something was going to happen. He wasnât sure if it was a good or bad feeling just yet. He just knew that whatever is was put him on edge.
âHavenât you taken enough pictures, Danny?â Tucker laughed through the screen of the computer Danny had set up in a four way call between himself, Sam, Tucker, and Jazz.
âI could never have too many pictures of my little princess!â Danny retorted as he snapped another photo of little Ellie in her Halloween costume.
âAhem!â Ellie puffed out her chest and put her hands on her hips. The pose made her look even cuter, Danny thought.
âOh my apologise,â Danny grinned cheekily, âmy little badass.â He corrected himself.
Ellie, decked out in her mini Red Hood costume. The child sized leather jacket had been a gift courtesy of Sam, while the mini Red Hood helmet had been designed and built by both Tucker and Danny working together to ensure it would be perfect. They might have gone a little overboard however, since theyâd managed to incorporated a real working com unit, an air filtration system in case of a gas attack, night vision, heat vision, and an emergency beacon should Ellie wander off and get lost that only Danny or Tucker could access. Danny had also hand painted two nerf guns for her, and gave her hand painted âgrenadesâ that were just glitter bombs. Ellie had insisted, just in case she was âforcedâ to choose âtrickâ from Trick or Treat.
âDanny,â Jazz voice held a fondness to it, âif you keep it up with the picture not only will you no longer have any space on there, you guys will be too late for the trick or treating.â
âOh no! I donât wanna miss it,â Ellie ran to Danny and started tugging on the sleeve of his costume, âletâs go!â She looked up at him and though the helmet obstructed Danny being able to see Ellieâs face, he could feel it in his bones that she was giving him those big puppy dog eyes of hers.
After a dramatic show of sighing in defeat, he picked up his daughter and said, âalright my starlight, but letâs say bye to the others first though.â
âBye Uncle Tuck, Aunty Sam, and Aunt Jazz!â Ellie waved her little gloves hand at the screen from her place in her dadâs arms.
Tucker, Sam and Jazz all waved back and said their goodbyes and wishing her a fun time trick or treating. Danny bid his friends and sister farewell and ended the call.
âCâmon Little Hood, letâs go bug our neighbours for candy,â Danny beamed at Ellie as he put her back down and held out her candy bucket which had been a plastic black pumpkin from a dollar store. Heâd hand painted a red bat symbol on the front of it for her, so that it would match her costume more. Ellie held the bucket in one hand, and held her dadâs hand in the other as they exited their apartment.
The clock had ticked over to 3:20pm the next time Jason spared it a glance. The trick or treaters would be put and about now. Most cities started later, but in Gotham there was always the risk of a rouge attack, so many parents would go out earlier, just to make sure they were home to avoid being out when it started to get darker.
Jason stretched his arms above his head and marked his page before putting down the book heâd just been reading. He stood up slowly and made his way over to his front door, checking that he had some Halloween candy at the ready just in case someone knocked on his door before he took off for the night. Jason knew that his building had several families with children under 14, so the likely hood of getting at least one truck or treated was pretty high.
When he was satisfied that he had everything in place he returned to the couch, picked his book back up and waited.
âTrick or treat!â Ellie cheered as the door opened.
The middle aged woman who opened the door let out a small gasp, âoh my,â she said with a smile, âRed Hood, I didnât know youâd be patrolling our building?â Her tone was teasing as she reached somewhere past the door to grab some candy for Ellieâs pumpkin.
âOf course maâam!â Ellie happily played along, making her own attempt at a deep âmanâ voice, âcrime could be anywhere!â
âWell I certainly feel safer knowing youâre out there protecting us Red Hood,â the woman laughed, âhave a good patrol.â With that she closed the door, and Danny and Ellie Bahn making their way to the next âcivilianâ as Ellie had started to call their neighbours.
Five groups of kids had come to Jasonâs door so far. It was getting later, and he knew heâd need to start getting ready soon. Just as he was weighing the pros and cons of heading out on patrol early another knock sounded from the door to his apartment.
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As You Wish, Epilogue
Summary: When arriving at Camp Silver Star, Abby Floyd was anticipating a summer of adventure with an ocean separating her from the three people she loved most: her mom, her Uncle Bob and her Aunt Natasha. But after a run in with Charlie Seresin, an extremely familiar looking and irritating camper in a different cabin, her summer plans take a turn that neither girl ever could have expected.
Trigger Warnings: reader's children are described as being blond with green eyes because genetics are wild and Jake's genes are strong, reader is canonically Bob's sister (but biological relation is never discussed), reader goes by Buttercup and is tattooed, references to babies, swearing, extreme happiness and sappiness, talk of babies, talk of pregnancy, talk of PPD
Seresin Family Ranch, Clifton, Texas, Twenty-Two Months Later
The pictures from the day would be displayed on walls, tucked into photo albums and pulled out to coo over for years to come, and a few would even manage to make it into a country living lifestyle magazine. There were the typical shots, of course. The bride and bridesmaids getting ready, the best man and groomsmen standing around while drinking with the groom, the ivory lace dress hanging against the lilac walls of the home office that had been deemed Team Bride Headquarters. Reminiscers would talk about how sweet the groomâs surprise mimosa brunch was, and some would sniffle over the handwritten love letter that the bride had given the groom to read on the morning of their wedding, preserved so carefully between the plastic protective pages in the photo album.
What the photos wouldnât be able to tell them, however, was just how excited and nervous the bride was on the morning of her wedding.
The day had dawned more perfectly than anyone could have predicted. The birds were chirping, the Sun was quickly warming the ranch landscape, and the men in the field outside her window were giggling like schoolgirls as they played a round of Dogfight Football, shirts versus skins. The two foam footballs were flying back and forth, and the old aviators were showing Javyâs high school football players how they played football in the Navy. Those boys had been recruited to put up the tents, set up the chairs, and decorate the new barn with all the dĂ©cor that had been so painstakingly chosen, but Buttercup couldnât bring herself to be mad about the delay. They were all having fun, they had several hours to put up the dĂ©cor before guests began arriving, and, more importantly, Jake Seresin was looking particularly good in the morning light. She could see his muscles rippling under his sun kissed skin as he pretended the football in his hands was a grenade, pulling the âpinâ with his teeth and tossing it over his shoulder, sending Javy, Bradley, and Mickey to the ground with the force of the âexplosionâ.
âUghâŠâ Natasha muttered, appearing at her side to stare down at the impromptu football game from Buttercupâs office window. âRemind me why they get to be outside playing football and we have to be up here, getting poked and prodded?â
Buttercup giggled and let her curtain fall back into place. âHey, Jake offered you a spot on Team Groom. Donât blame me for choosing Team Bridesmaid instead.â
Natasha scoffed. âLike I would choose that dickhead over you.â
Buttercup rolled her eyes and turned from the window, her eyes catching on the clock that hung above her desk. They were two hours from showtime, and she felt her nerves catch in her throat before sinking to reside low in her belly.
âWatch your language, Nat.â Buttercupâs voice was soft, but with a biting edge that spoke to her anxiety.
âSeriously?â Natasha rolled her eyes.
âOui,â Genevieve quipped, standing from the hair and makeup artistâs chair and sweeping towards them, looking like she had stepped out of the pages of Vogue. âI will not have my son picking up such nasty language.â Gen stooped to gaze down at six-month-old Mathieu, asleep in his Pack N Play.
âI hate to break it to you, girl, but your son has been hanging around ranchers, football players, and aviators since birth. If his first word isnât a curse, I owe Mickey twenty bucks.â Natashaâs infectious laugh had a smile pulling at Genevieveâs stern frown.
âNon,â she replied with a loving look down at her son. âHe will be soft-spoken. Like his father.â
Natashaâs voice dropped to a comedic whisper as she leaned towards Buttercup. âHas she even met Bob?â
This time, Genevieve couldnât help her laugh. âYes, I have met my husband, now stop distracting me. We have to get the bride dressed for her big day now.â
Natasha nodded, suddenly completely focused on her role as Maid of Honour. âGet over here, Buttercup. Letâs get you into this thing.â
Buttercup nodded and sighed before shrugging off her silk ivory robe, willing herself to relax as Genevieve and Natasha helped cinch her into the lacy ivory A-line dress. She lookedâŠdifferent. She felt different. Life on the ranch had changed her. She had loved her life in London, and she always looked forward to that quarterly week-long visit, but she hadnât realized just how much it had taken out of her until she was looking at her old life from afar. The rainy weather, the big city, being asked to write and edit in a cramped officeâŠit hadnât been for her. She had made it work because she had needed the change, but she didnât miss it. No, the Texan sun, the small-town living, the freedom to work and write from home made her feel more like herself than she had in years. And the man she woke up to every morning played a huge part in that.
She and Jake had started out living in separate rooms, but it hadnât lasted long, especially since they often found themselves sneaking into each othersâ rooms for some quality, private, adult time. But even when they were in separate rooms, she would wake up to find he had left a bouquet of flowers outside her door, or her favourite breakfast prepared in the kitchen. In turn, she left him little notes to find throughout the day. A scrap of paper in his Stetson that told him how much she loved him, a blue sticky note asking him out on a date stuck to his computer screen, a folded piece of paper under his pillow detailing how much she ached for him. Their marriage councillor helped them work through any remaining issues and communicate in a healthy way when they fell back into old patterns. Their family therapist helped the girls work through how they felt about everything, ensuring that they wouldnât get their hopes too high in case things fell apart again. And they didnât. Every day, their relationship grew and strengthened into something that couldnât be shaken.
Six weeks after moving to Texas, Buttercup moved into Jakeâs bedroom. Six months after moving into his bedroom, they dropped their marriage counselling to once every three months. Three months after that, Jake took her out to the gazebo, ate chicken parmesan with her under the stars, got down on one knee, and asked her to marry him. She had agreed through her tears, and they celebrated with 3 a.m. grilled cheese and a bottle of beer. And now, after almost a year of planning, she was about to become Mrs. Seresin again.
The ivory gown flowed around her feet as Geneveive expertly began lacing up the corset-style back and Buttercup held back her tears as best she could. She felt beautiful, worthy of standing next to Jake at the altar.
The door to the office opened and Abby and Charlie strolled in wearing their peach-coloured junior bridesmaid dresses.
âOh my godâŠâ
âMumâŠâ
Buttercup smiled tearfully at her teenage daughters. âDo you like it?â The girls had unfortunately missed out on wedding dress shopping because they had been at school while Natasha accompanied Buttercup back to London for a joint shopping/work trip.
âYou look so beautiful,â Charlie sniffled, treading softly into the room to stand next to her mother.
âLike a fairy tale princess,â Abby tacked on, cuddling into her motherâs side and being careful not to smear her makeup on the light fabric.
Buttercup hugged both her girls close and smiled at them in the mirror. âI love you both so much.â
âWe love you too, mom,â they chorused as a flash went off and Maryanne smiled at them from the doorway, lowering her phone.
The slightly older woman was already dressed in her rose-pink coloured bridesmaid dress and had been put in charge of wrangling the boys until the ceremony.
âOkay,â she clapped her hands. âReuben has successfully trapped all the groomsmen in the cabin to get dressed. Javyâs football team have set out all the dĂ©cor, Penny and Amelia are double and triple checking everything to make sure itâs just right, and the photographer is with the boys to get some candid shots. The officiant is here, the caterers are all set up, and the bartender is just arranging all their gear. DJ is in the barn and guests should start arriving in the next hour or so.â
Buttercup sighed in relief. âMaryanne, I donât know what weâd do without you.â
âDonât worry, honey,â she smiled as she took a seat on the plush couch on the corner. âWeâre all here for you.â
As Buttercup gazed around the room, she felt a rush of love wash over her. This was her family. She had both her daughters in her arms. Natasha was as close to a sister as she had ever had. She felt so blessed to have Genevieve as her sister-in-law, and Mathieu was the sweetest nephew she could have ever asked for. Maryanne had been her rock through the whole wedding planning process, and Buttercup was more thankful than ever that both Mickey and Reuben had been able to be home for the wedding. The whole Daggers Squad had been able to make it out to the wedding, and Buttercup knew that, within the hour, the ranch would be swarming with people from Clifton, friends from London, acquaintances from the book world, and Navy personnel.
Buttercup sniffled as she smiled at the women in her life. âI love you all.â
Nat squeezed her shoulder and grinned. âWe love you too. Now letâs go get you married. Again.â
Jake gazed around the crowded barn as friends and family from around the globe ate and drank and danced, and he felt at peace. It was a strange feeling, especially when he was surrounded by people, but it only spoke to how much he had changed since he had first been called to Top Gun. Back then, he had been all about himself, screw anyone and anything that got in his way of being the best of the best. But he had changed. Falling in love, being a dad, getting divorced, and working his way back into his Buttercupâs life had altered him on a fundamental level.
Speaking of, his beautiful bride was sitting next to him, leaning against him while nursing a tall glass of bubbly as their friends tore up the dance floor.
âHave I told you today just how beautiful you are?â he murmured, leaning in to nuzzle her ear.
âMaybe not in words,â Buttercup grinned up at him. âBut your tears while I was walking down the aisle definitely got the message across.â
With a low chuckle, Jake reached around and gave her thigh a quick pinch through the lace of her dress. âBratâŠâ He rubbed the spot, soothing the sore as he kissed her cheek. âYouâre the most beautiful bride Iâve ever seen.â
âMuch better than the first time, right?â she giggled, placing her glass down to curl further into his side.
âI donât knowâŠâ he teased. âI really liked that white sundress you wore in Vegas.â His smile grew as she scoffed and whacked him lightly on the chest. âBut you deserved the big white wedding, and Iâm really glad we were able to pull this together for you.â
âFor us,â she corrected. âAfter everything we went through, we deserve a big celebration.â
âMmm, agreed.â Jake nuzzled against her lips and kissed her softly, slowly. The crowd and the chatter and the music faded into the background as something inside of Jake settled. He felt lucky, so very lucky, to have her back in his life, and he would do whatever it took to keep her for the rest of his life. âI love you, Buttercup.â
âI love you too, Hangman.â
âAlright, you two, break it up.â Javyâs voice broke them apart and Jake rolled his eyes.
âExcellent timing, Coyote, as per usual.â
âFuck off, man,â his Best Man chuckled. âYouâre the one who put me in charge of making sure that yâall stayed on schedule. And itâs time for the bouquet toss. The DJ is gonna announce it at the end of this song, so I wanted to give you a heads up.â
âShoot,â Buttercup sprang up and smoothed her dress. âOkay. Are you ready?â Javy nodded and she smiled so brightly at him that Jake melted. âLet me go get the other bouquet and Iâll get ready.â She bent down to kiss Jake softly before scurrying off to get the duplicate bouquet that she would be throwing.
âHow you feeling, man?â Javy clapped Jake on the shoulder as they watched her go.
âLike the luckiest son of a bitch alive, Javy,â Jake returned the gesture as he stood. âWhat about you? You ready?â
âIâve been ready, man,â Javy laughed. âI just hope it works out okay. Because if it doesnâtâŠâ Javy flinched. âShit man, that would suck for both of us.â
Jake laughed as his green eyes watched his wife trek to the middle of the dance floor. âIt really would, man. But weâre not going to think like that. Thinking gets you killed, remember?â
Javy laughed and nodded. âIt really does.â
âAlright, everyone, if I could get all the unmarried ladies onto the dance floor, please! Itâs time for the bouquet toss!â the DJ called over the crowd, and the men dispersed while the ladies formed a loose ball behind Buttercup. All the ladies except Abby and Charlie, who ran over to the sweetheart table to hug their father.
âHi honey.â He pressed a kiss to Abbyâs perfectly styled hair. âHey you punk.â He repeated the action on Charlieâs hair, still perfect but differently styled.
âHi dad.â
âHey old man.â
Jake rolled his eyes and hip checked Charlie. Some things would never change, and he loved that about his relationship with his daughters. Charlie would always be his little punk, always giving him a hard time and sassing him. Abby, on the other hand, was sweeter and more likely to curl up next to him to watch a movie. They were so different, and he considered himself to be blessed for getting to watch them grow up the last 22 months.
âYou ready, Uncle Javy?â
âBorn ready, girlies.â
Javy slowly walked to the edge of the dance floor as Buttercup pretended to throw the bouquet onceâŠtwiceâŠbefore turning and handing it to Natasha, who looked like a deer in the headlights.
Buttercup hugged her friend tightly as she leaned in to whisper, âJust donât break up with him this time, okay?â
Natashaâs face was the picture of confusion as Buttercup backed away to join her family at the sweetheart tableâŠuntil she spotted Javy walking towards her purposefully.
âDonât worry, Phoenix,â he murmured, a nervous smile playing at the corners of his lips. âI asked permission to do this at their wedding.â
âTo do what?â she sniffled and hated herself for it. Natasha Trace did not cry.
âTo do thisâŠâ Javy pulled out the green velvet box and knelt on one knee. âNatasha Trace, you are the biggest pain in my ass. You show me up in everything, youâre smarter than me, and, yeah, you were a better flyer than me. But all that makes me do is want to be better for you. I made a boneheaded mistake 13 years ago, and I have spent the past two years or so trying to make up for it. But I canât wait any more. So, Phoenix, will you do me the honour of marrying me and putting up with my sorry ass for the rest of my life?â
Natasha couldnât fight the tears as she nodded. âYeah, you pain in the ass. I think I will.â
The crowd roared and cheered as Javy slipped the engagement ring onto Natashaâs finger. Charlie and Abby bolted away from their parents to congratulate their aunt and uncle while Rooster grabbed a few flutes of champagne from the bar and handed them to his friends.
Jake chuckled and picked up their own flutes, passing one to Buttercup before wrapping his free hand around her waist from behind and nuzzling into her neck.
âDid we make the right choice?â he asked.
âOh yeahâŠâ Buttercup sighed and leaned into him. âWe put them through Hell. The least we could do is give him permission to propose at our second wedding.â
âDefinitely makes it more memorable than the first,â he chuckled, watching Rooster, Bob, Mickey and Reuben hoist Javy up into the air. âNo more shotgun weddings for us.â
Buttercup hummed, pressing her pink-painted lips to the rim of her glass. âThat depends on your definition of shotgun wedding.â
Jake blinked. âWhat do you mean?â
Buttercup blinked back at him, joy and worry warring in her eyes. âWell, one definition is a last-minute wedding, one with minimal planning.â
Jakeâs brow furrowed. âYeah, thatâs what I meant. I donât care what kind of wedding they want; theyâre not having an Elvis impersonator marry them in a Vegas wedding chapel. They deserve better. We deserved better too, but hey, at least you can drink this time.â When Buttercup didnât speak, he felt worry begin to gnaw at his stomach. âButtercup?â
With a sigh that rocked her body, she placed her glass down and turned towards him. âThe second definition is when a couple gets married because the girl is pregnant. AndâŠand I actually canât drink this time.â
Jake blinked onceâŠthen twice. âButâŠyouâre drinking right now?â
Buttercup shrugged shyly. âItâs sparkling grape juice. Unfermented. Non-alcoholic.â
Jake blinked again. âDoes that meanâŠare youâŠare weâŠ?â
Buttercup ran her hands over the lapels of his suit jacket. âI know we didnât plan for thisâŠbut we havenât exactly been careful either. And-and I know that youâre probably really worried that Iâm going to relapse or something, but Iâve been talking to my therapist, and she recommended someone who specializes in PPD, so I booked myself an appointment and sheâs going to help me make sure it doesnât happen again. Or, if it does happen again, that Iâll have strategies in place to make sure it doesnât get too bad andââ
Jake pressed a firm kiss to her lips, holding her tight and close as she melted against him. âButtercupâŠâ His voice was ragged from their kiss, but it held so much love and hope that she felt herself fall even further in love with him. âAre we having another baby?â
She sniffled and smiled at him. âYeah. In about 8 months, weâll have another baby Seresin running around the ranch.â
His smile was so bright that it was infectious, and Buttercup couldnât stop herself from kissing him again.
âI love you so much, darlinâ,â he murmured against her lips.
âI love you too.â Buttercup giggled as she wiped her lipstick from his mouth.
Turning towards the dance floor, she saw their family weaving their way towards them. Bob had his arm around his wife, looking down at his son like he held all the answers to every question. Rooster was being towed along by Charlie and Abby, who had him by the hands as they dragged him away from the bar and towards the sweetheart table. Javy and Natasha were strolled behind them, looking so in love that it was almost sickening.
âButtercup? Can we not tell them yet?â Jake wrapped his arms around her from behind and cuddled her close. âI kind of want this to be our little secret for just a little longer.â
Buttercup smoothed her hands over his arms, folded so tenderly, so protectively over her abdomen, and could think of only one thing to say. âAs you wish, honey. As you wish.â
A/N: And that concludes As You Wish, a strange little Parent Trap x Top Gun Maverick AU with a stupid amount of The Princess Bride references. I just wanted to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for sticking with me through this fic. It's been my passion project for almost a year, and you all got me through it. Thank you for every comment, DM, reblog, and like. It means so much to me that you liked this story as much as I loved writing it. Much love to all of you! (Now someone cue up Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield so we can all jam out at Buttercup and Hangman's second wedding!)
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I would have never thought I'd be stuck in this dank, moldy basement of a rundown rental house smack in the middle of El Cerrito, California surrounded by four metalheads. Honestly, I am not sure how it is that I ended up being here, but I guess it really all started with Kirk. He's been a brother to me for as long as I could remember, long before Metallica, long before "Ride the Lightning," long before any of this madness.
Me and Kirk go way, way back, man. We were those kids that took every other weekend going to see each other, playing pranks, and diving into his endless collection of horror action figures. He was obsessed with those things, creepy little monsters with claws and fangs and bulging eyes. We used to spend hours on his bedroom floor making them fight each other in these elaborate battles. Always making mine talk like they were in some kind of cheesy B-movie.
Now? Well, now Kirk's a guitarist. He's spending his days jamming out with Metallica, and I'm⊠well, I'm not quite sure what I'm doing.
It was about a month ago that things really went sideways. My landlord back in Oakland decided my rent had to go up, way up, and there was no way I could afford it. Not on what I made at the record store. I had two choices: live out of my car or call in a favor. So I called Kirk.
I finally appeared, and Kirk embraced me as if I had been away for years. His lanky arms wrapped around me. "You sure about this?" I asked, standing weirdly in the doorway with my duffel bag slung over my shoulder.
"Of course, I'm positive! What's a few more people in the house?" Kirk beamed at me, but from inside, I could hear Lars yelling something at James, Cliff laughing in the background.
I sighed. "Well, you know you're pretty much adopting me now, right?"
He laughed. "Nah, you have always been like a sister. It'll just be like old times."
Old times my ass, this was no quiet suburban weekend of playthings and running around the neighborhood. These guys were living like rockstars, though they were not quite there yet. The house was actually a mess, and the energy was relentless. It seemed like there was always something going on, an argument over music, records blaring, or drinking way too early in the day.
But the real problem? James Hetfield.
James.
The second I walked into the house, the two of us started butting heads. He was leaning against the counter in the kitchen when I arrived, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, looking at me like I was some kind of trespasser.
"Oh, so this is Kirk's little friend," he muttered instead of hello.
I gave him a sideways look. "Nice to meet you too, James."
He snickered, his eyes never leaving me. "Don't get too comfortable, princess."
"Don't worry, I won't."
And with that, it was on, the beginning of what would be the most ridiculous back-and-forth of my life. It wasn't that James was arrogant, it was how he could get at me with just the look or just the words themselves. I couldn't help but shoot back, and before I knew it, we were day in and day out at each other's throats, lobbing insults like hand grenades.
He was calling me "princess" like a joke; I was calling him "asshole," usually he laughed it off.
The basement Kirk set up for me was, wellâŠlet's just say it was "rustic." The mattress was lumpy, the air was damp, and I was pretty sure there were mice living in the walls. A single window high up on the wall let in just enough light to remind me I wasn't completely underground.
It was more bitter, cold than it had any right to be in California. Each night I burrowed under the blankets, trying to shut out the chill that seeped into my bones. But no matter how uncomfortable it got, at least it was better than the streets, so really I had nothing to complain about.
Besides, the guys were all right, more or less. Kirk kept me supplied with what I needed, whether it was just a cup of instant coffee in the morning. Cliff was mellow, and we'd sometimes sit out in the backyard, smoke a joint, and talk about stuff, music, whatever. He was one of them guys that never took anything too serious.
"Just go with the flow, man," he'd say, blowing out a stream of smoke. "Life's too short to get worked up."
Yeah, well, tell that to James.
"Hey, princess!" James yelled out one afternoon when I sat on the back steps flipping through a book.
I didn't bother to look up. "What do you want, Hetfield?"
He strode over, shirtless, of course, and stood before me, blocking the sun. "You look bored."
"And you look like you need to shower," I shot back wrinkling my nose at the sheen of sweat on his chest.
"Oh, charming as ever," he said with a quick, sardonic grin. "Kirk said you used to play guitar. We need a fifth opinion on this riff we're working on."
"I haven't touched a guitar in years," I muttered trying to go back to my book.
He didn't budge. "Come on. Like you're reading some sort of novel in there."
I rolled my eyes and slammed the book shut. "Fine. Can we just get this over with?"
It was more of a garage than a studio anyway. The place smelled from sweat and stale beer and cigarettes, but the guys had managed to turn it into a practice area of sorts. Lars was already planted behind the drum kit, tapping along on his snare, Kirk and Cliff fidgeting with their instruments.
"What are we doing?"
"We're working on this track 'Creeping Death.' I need you to tell me if the riff sounds too⊠I don't know, repetitive."
I cocked an eyebrow. "That is a very vague request."
James shot me a look. "You'll know it.â
First, Lars shot into the heavy thump of the drums that filled the small space, Kirk then entered with his signature melodic riff, followed by Cliff's deep, thundering bass line. When James joined in, the whole garage shook.
Not being a metalhead, I could still appreciate the way they played off one another. Visceral, almost, like something base and animalistic.
"Alright, what'd you think?" James said once they were done, eyes locking onto mine, daring me to find fault with him.
I wanted to say something that would get on his nerves. "It's not bad. Needs work, though."
He scowled. "Of course, you'd say that."
"What? You want me to lie and tell you it's perfect?" I shot back, crossing my arms.
Kirk snickered from across the room. "She's got a point, man. It's not done yet."
Mumbling, James didn't say much else. He lit a cigarette and stormed out of the garage.
That was James for you. Always quick to get pissy, but there was more to him, behind that tough guy thing. I didn't know what yet, but I had a feeling I'd find out eventually.
There was something almost comforting about waking up to the sounds of Lars yelling at someone, or watching Kirk shred a solo while Cliff nodded along in approval. Even James, for all his faults, had moments where I almost didn't want to punch him in the face.
Almost.
Nights were tougher, though. That was when the quiet set in, and out there in that freezing basement, I was left with my thoughts. I'd lie on my back staring up at the ceiling, listening to the muffled sounds of guys upstairs, and wonder how much longer this would last. It wasn't my world really, it was theirs, heavy metal, tour vans, and beer soaked rehearsals.
But for now, this was my world too I guess.
I pulled the blankets up higher on my body and sighed. Far from ideal, but it would suffice.
One evening, when at last all were tucked in, I heard a knock on the door downstairs. With a groan, knowing I was just not in the mood for whatever. I called out, "What?" and sat up.
The door creaked open, and James was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. "You awake?"
"Obviously," I muttered. "What do you want?"
He paused a moment before stepping into the room. "I was just⊠I don't know. Couldn't sleep."
I raised one eyebrow. "So you thought you'd come bother me?"
He shrugged as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "I guess.â
I sat and stared at him, waiting for the inevitable snide remark or jab. It never came. He just sat there, staring down the floor.
The silence continued for quite a while until I let out a sigh. "You're weird, you know that?"
A small snicker escaped his lips. "Yeah, I think I have heard that somewhere before."
I said nothing at the time, having nothing to say. I merely lay back and drew the blanket up to my neck.
For several minutes longer James remained where he sat, silent as before. Then, also without word, he rose and left the room, his exit as noiseless as his entrance.
Perhaps this wasn't such a horrible place after all.
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Red VS. Blue
Bleiss: Hello everyone let me introduce you all to my leader and Ruby's counterpart/"evil twin" Bluby.
Ruby: *gasp* (She looks exactly like me) đź
Blake: How many more versions of us are there?
Yang: Yay! I got two little sisters for me to hang out with.
Weiss: Oh no, there's two of them now...
Jaune: (She's beautiful...)
Bluby: *hides behind Bleiss* đ¶âđ«ïž
Bleiss: C'mon Bluby just introduce yourself to everyone.
Bluby: hi... đ¶
Bleiss: *sigh* Well as you can see my dear leader is quite shy compared to Ruby.
Ruby: Oh, she's so cute! I mean I'm so cute. C'mon I'm not going to bite you. đ
Bluby: Uh... *Hides behind Jaune* đš
Jaune:
Yang: Oops. He, he. Looks like you have a competition with your clone Ruby.
Weiss: Oh great, not another one.
Blake: A love triangle... (Scandalous! I'm so gonna post this online)
Ruby: Very funny everyone, but everybody knows that a copy can't beat the original. đ€
Bleiss: Well I wouldn't be so sure about that. Remember that Bluby is your opposite in every way.
That means unlike you she is very demure, very mindful.
Ruby: Hey! I can be both demoor and mine things too. đĄ
Bluby: wait... đ
Bleiss: And unlike you she's not obsessed with weapons and is not on the no fly list.
Ruby: You smuggled in one hand grenade and for some reason you ended up on the terror watch list. I thought Vale supposed to be a free country!
Bluby: stop... đą
Bleiss: And also unlike you she's not a homophobe.
*record scratch*
Jaune: Wait?
Weiss: What?
Blake: Ruby you're...
Yang: Do you want to explain yourself, oh sister of mine?
Ruby: W-wait you-you do not actually believe in what she just said right? I'm your sister for goodness sake. *Sweats*đ„”
Yang: I don't know Rubes you're sweating a lot for someone that said she's not homophobic.
Ruby: Grrr... Fine I admit okay I think realtionship should be like Adam & eve. Not madam & eve! đ
Bluby: No...đ„ș
Blake: Ah ha! I knew it. You're the only one that's not happy that I finally dated your sister.
Jaune: Ruby is a homophobe... No... But I thought you liked my sister Saphron and her family?
Ruby: Th-that's different she's your sister and I liked everything about you... No matter how wrong I think same sex relationship is.
Weiss: Girl, I think you should shut up before you dig yourself any further.
Ruby: Oh, that's rich coming from a racist! đ€Ź
Weiss: Hey! Don't drag me into this.
*starts bickering & arguing*
Bleiss: Oh, ho, ho. This day couldn't be any better. *Opens bag of chip*
Bluby: *starts crying* đ
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Hey, love your work, and my sister loves it a lot as well, so this request is manly for her. Would you be open to doing a opposite personality buddy to wheeljack, like buddy is thier little sibling or something, or thier human buddy, idk, dont do this kinda thing. Anyway, sorry for all the writing, keep up the great work.
Your and your sister's request has been fulfilled!
Hope you enjoy!
Wheeljack's younger sibling with the opposite personality
SFW, Platonic, Familial, Mention of injury but nothing graphic, Cybertronain reader
TFP
One of the greater mysteries of the universe.
How were Buddy and Wheeljack related.
Buddy was much more of a rule follower as Wheeljack broke said rules.
Now this didnât mean that Buddy followed the rules religiously, even they knew there were times where rules did not have a reach. Same went for Wheeljack.
As a scientist, he knew that there were certain things that had to make sense to make other things make sense.
Wheeljack holding a grenade in one servo and some engex in the other.
âWe canââ--Wheeljack
Buddy taking the engex and grenade out of his servos.
âBut should weâŠâ--Buddy
âBuddy, Iâm a scientist. I have questions and Iâm going to get answers.â--Wheeljack
âAnd Iâm the only one of us with most common sense, and I say no.â--Buddy
âTo bad, Iâm the oldest.â--Wheeljack
âHard to tell some days.â--Buddy
âWhat was that?â--Wheeljack
âNothing!â--Buddy
Another difference drawn between the two was their line of work.
Buddy worked closely with the Elite Guard, basically Ultra Magnusâs second in command.
Wheeljack was a Wrecker.
Now Buddy was on relatively good terms with most of the Wreckerâs thanks to being related to Wheeljack.
Bulkhead earned a sibling when they met.
Wheeljack placing a servo on Buddyâs shoulder.
âAnd this is Bulkhead. Bulkhead meet my littleââ--Wheeljack
Buddy jabs him in the gut causing him too nearly double over.
They offer Bulkhead their servo to shake.
âIâm Buddy, Second in Command of Commander Ultra Magnus, and⊠Wheeljackâs younger sibling.â--Buddy
Bulkhead blinks before shaking their servo.
âSecond in Command of Ultra Magnus, huh? You got your work cut out for ya.â--Bulkhead
âMagnus isnât all bad. Heâs a nice bot once you get to know him.â--Buddy
Wheeljack snorts.
âYeah right, and Screamer is going to create an army of himself.â--Wheeljack
Buddy knew that the two mechs werenât on the best terms, especially when Wheeljack decided to antagonize their Commander.
Buddy often tries to play the mediator between the two when Ultra Magnus becomes the Wreckerâs leader.
Buddy did as much as they could to keep Wheeljack on the team.
To say they were a bit spark broken that he left them was an understatement.
Magnus standing by the door seeing Buddyâs back trying to organize the ammunition rounds for the 5th time today.
He walks over and puts a servo on their shoulder.
Buddy freezes but knows who it is.
ââŠI just canât believe he would leave⊠just like that⊠without even saying good-bye⊠Sorry you have to see this sir.â--Buddy
âBuddy⊠if you need some time to collect your thoughts, your more than welcome to do so.â--Magnus
Buddy shakes their helm taking in a shaky vent.
âIâll be fine Commander.â--Buddy
âVery well then⊠I will be in the main room if you need me.â--Magnus
Magnus begins to walk away.
âMagnusâI meanâUltra Magnus sir.â--Buddy
Magnus stops and looks at Buddy.
âThank you for checking in Commander⊠it means a lot.â--Buddy
ââŠYouâre welcome⊠and you have clearance to call me Magnus.â--Magnus
Buddy perks up a bit.
âBut in closed quarters.â--Magnus
Buddy smiles a bit.
âI wonât ruin your reputation Magnus! Thanks!â--Buddy
Buddy stood by their Commanderâs side as the war seemed to have grown longer without Wheeljack by their side.
Soon Magnus sent them on a shuttle to do some atmospheric patrolling, they got spotted by the Decepticon lookouts.
The seekers managed to follow them out into space before they started firing their long-range weapons on the shuttle.
Buddy hit their helm at one point trying to comm in Ultra Magnus.
It was a miracle that they managed to get into an escape pod and get shot out before the shuttle exploded.
Magnus was on the other line getting his shuttle ready to get his second in command when the line went dead, and all signatures went dead.
After a couple of days of searching for any remains, Buddyâs name was listed on the KIA list.
Wheeljack got noticed from the final list before Cybertron went dark.
In space they say that no one can hear you scream, tell that to Wheeljack when he nearly made himself deaf from the screaming.
The pod eventually lands on Earth but gets stuck and remains closed for a while in the woods.
Time skip after Magnus comes to EarthâŠ
 Miko was running from the Insecticons.
Somehow one of the cons managed to take the Apex Armor from her leaving her at the mercy of the Insecticons while the rest of the Wreckerâs tried to fend them off.
Of course, a couple strays followed her into the woods.
One of the Insecticons accidentally stumbled on the abandoned pod activating its hatch.
The shaking somehow managed to get Buddy out of stasis and woke up out of their pod.
The first thing Buddy saw was a small organic creature cornered by those blasted Insecticons.
âHEY UGLIES!â--Buddy
Miko and the Insecticons look over to see Buddy aiming their blaster at them.
Buddy doesnât hesitate and blasts them in the face.
Miko runs out of the way as the Insecticons go down.
She looks up at her savior and eyes fall on the Autobot symbol.
âYouâre an Autobot!â--Miko
Buddy raises their optic.
âYes? How do you know thatâŠâ--Buddy
âIâm Miko, Iâm actually a Wrecker myself.â--Miko
âBuddyâWait what?â--Buddy
âYouâre name is Buddy?â--Miko
âThatâs not important right not Miko.â--Buddy
âI feel like it should be.â--Miko
BANG!
SSSSHHHHRRRRIIIIEEEEEKKKKKK!
âSweet Solus Prime what was that?!â--Buddy
Miko goes up to Buddy and tries to move them to the direction.
âThatâs Predaking and he is going to tear them apart if we donât get there in time!â--Miko
âWoah, woah, woah. Predaking? Them? Kid I need a little bit more information.â--Buddy
Miko throws her arms in the air.
âBig bad dragon bot is going to Tear Magnus, Bulkââ--Miko
Buddyâs optics widen.
âMagnus? Like Ultra Magnus? And Bulkhead?â--Buddy
âYeah andâWOAH!â--Miko
Buddy grabs Miko and begins running towards the noise.
âYou know them?!â--Miko
âKnow them? Thatâs my team!â--Buddy
Miko did her best to give directions till they came to the edge of the wood.
A giant Predacon was fighting the Wreckers.
Buddy put Miko down behind some rocks and activated her blaster and shield.
This was going to be messy.
Buddy immediately charged in, jumping on a rock, and slamming Predaking in the face.
Buddy continued to shoot their blaster at the Predacon while the others momentarily hesitated before going back to the fight.
Magnus knew from the slam that it had to be his second in command.
No one did a shield slam like they did.
Bulkhead wasnât sure who this bot was yet, but they were helping in the fight which was good enough for him.
Wheeljack focused more on the fight than the strangely familiar looking color scheme.
Finally, Predaking was called back to the Nemesis and left the Wreckerâs.
Buddy panted a bit.
They just woke up and had to dispose of two Insecticons and battle a beast⊠they needed a break not blaster to the face.
Miko starts running towards the group.
âTHAT WAS AWESOME!â--Miko
Bulkhead looks over at Miko in relief.
Buddy turns to Ultra Magnus, straightens out and salutes.
âUltra Magnus sir⊠Sorry I was a little late on patrolâŠâ--Buddy
Magnus slips out a rare smile and places a servo on their shoulder.
âAt ease soldier. Its good to hear from you Buddy.â--Magnus
âBuddy!â--Bulkhead
Buddy gets picked up from the back by Bulkhead.
Buddy laughs a bit while patting his arm a bit.
âAt ease Bulkhead. Iâm fine.â--Buddy
âFine? Last we heard you name was on the list⊠Hey Jackie, arenât you going to say anything?â--Bulkhead
Buddy freezes a bit looking at Wheeljack in front of them.
They both just look at each other.
One with more shock and the other with a more neutral face.
Buddy straightens their back struts more.
âWheeljack⊠it looks like youâre in good health.â--Buddy
Wheeljack snaps out of it and begins running to Buddy.
Buddy instinctively slams him with their shield knocking him back a few feet away.
âOW! What was that for?â--Wheeljack
Buddy narrows their optics at him coldly.
âAs instinctual as that was, I donât regret it. You deserve more for what you put me through.â--Buddy
âHey, Buddy, whatâs your deal with Wheeljack!ââMiko
Bulkhead gently grabs Miko close to his chassis.
âUmm⊠Miko I think you better leave them to itâŠâ--Bulkhead
Buddy walks over to Magnus.
âSir. Permission to resume my position?â--Buddy
âWe will discuss it with Prime.â--Magnus
âOptimus is here. I missed so muchâŠâ--Buddy
Magnus and Buddy begin walking to the groundbrigde, Wheeljack sulking right behind them and Bulkhead holding Miko.
âIs Buddy, like, his ex or something?â--Miko
âNo, Buddyâs Wheeljackâs younger sibling and Magnusâs Second in Command. They had a bit of a falling out from what I heard around before Jackie left.â--Bulkhead
âBuddyâŠand Wheeljack⊠are related?â--Miko
Bulkhead shakes his helm a bit.
âDonât try to connect the dots on this one. No one knows how their related.â--Bulkhead
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Okay, Hades 2!
Supergiantgames does it again. Itâs still Early Access, but it has more polish and content than a lot of fully released games on its price point and higher. Of course, all this content would not matter if it wasnât good. Itâs good. From gameplay to voice acting to sound design to music to graphics and visual elements, Hades 2 is airtight. Thereâs one exception weâll discuss, but otherwise, itâs incredibly well crafted.
So far, thereâs only one instance in the game I can say needs some important improvements: The second phase of the Tartarus boss, Chronos, who is an end boss. Not in terms of difficulty, mind you, itâs in terms of visual clarity: Thereâs so many lights and particle effects that making out whatâs up can be frustrating, especially when Chronos hits you anywhere from 20~ to 35 damage, or, you know, his 1000 damage practical instakill. The instakill is HEAVILY telegraphed and easy to deal with, almost trivial, but in the concerto of lights and fireworks, itâs possible to miss one or two seconds of Going To The Donât Die space and getting mulched. Thatâs not a big problem, itâs just a user experience issue that you just internalize after a few tries and some short term frustration. What IS an issue is Chronos using the Liu Kang flying kick from midst an incomprehensible mishmash of light graphics and taking out 25 HP plus forcing you to reposition in a fight thatâs quite lengthy and in a game thatâs stingy with its HP.
They donât need to meddle with his difficulty! They just need to make the second phase easier to parse. Itâs a great fight otherwise.
On the MelinoĂ« end of things, some boons and weapons feel like they could use a touch-up: The Torches let you keep shooting while you dodge and move (movement speed reduced), for example, and you NEED to keep shooting to activate Omega Attack which is what actually does damage. But itâs a big commitment because now your defense option is also doubly important as your main movement tool AND your i-frames. This is all really cool! Except the damage does not at all make up for it in a game where the Torchesâ linear nature hurt it more than help it, as enemies donât line up and instead go around each other or otherwise have specialized movement and attack options. The Axe, with its wide sweeps, does pretty much all the Torches want to do, with a lot more damage and less risk. The Aspects of the Torches would try to help: Moros can be nifty, but the ghosts the Moros Torches shoot are physical objects to each other, so they pile up and soon your shots just collide with each other and donât reach the enemy. Itâs a constant tug oâ war with detonating them with Special, which, again, fun, but you have to set up real Hellzone Grenades before they are truly damaging. Basically, a ton of effort for damage I can easily get more safely and easily with other Arms. Which I hope they address, because I like the Torches.
Hestiaâs boon is a bit underwhelming, but thatâs expected from the DoT build, those are always the hardest to balance. Dionysius in Hades 1 was really strong. Hestia here has potential but ultimately falls off hard because no matter how much you build, it always ticks at 40 per second. Thatâs very low DPS for Boons that otherwise add no Attack%. With Sister Blades, I can rack up 600 Scorch and itâs still better if I grab Aphrodite instead and do that much damage in a few attacks instead.
And you know what you are seeing here in these paragraphs? Very easily tweaked things in a game in Early Access by a developer known to deliver. I am not worried at all. This game kicks ass.
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Could you write adrian chase x reader who is Emilia's sibbling and she is starting to realize that her sibbling has a massive crush on Vigilante and she does not approve that at all? Pleaseeee i love him đ„čđ„čđ„č and maybe Vigilante really enjoy the reader's friendship, enough to put peacemaker as his 2nd best friend.
I hope you enjoy this short little blurb, especially since it's been a while since you requested it. Also since Tumblr keeps deleting this! But this is my first Adrian Chase x reader fic so I wanted it to be written well. At least, as well as I can write it.
Notes: GN reader with they/them pronouns. Readerâs race is up to interpretation as they are adopted and itâs mentioned once. Takes place post-series with no major spoilers. Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are appreciated!
Emilia was fuming when Chris arrived at the hospital and when he followed her gaze, he burst into laughter. You and Adrian were chatting away in the corner, the busboy animatedly waving his arms while you gave full bellied laughs in response.Â
Emilia had been at the Evergreen hospital for a week now and as her next of kin, you were on the first flight to take care of her. She would never admit it aloud but Emilia did look forward to seeing you again. It had been a few years since she had last seen you. But despite that, the two of you always had a good relationship. She had hoped this would be time for the two of you to catch up.
Then you had to meet Adrian.Â
The two of you had been working on a puzzle you bought at the local pharmacy and talking about the option of tracking down your birth parents when Adrian popped his head up behind a bush by Emiliaâs window.Â
âHey Harcourt!â Adrian said with a bright smile and a blue bandaid on his forehead.
Somehow that smile of his charmed you enough for her to finish the puzzle by herself. And Emilia didnât even like puzzles. What was she supposed to do with a puzzle of hot air balloons when she was done?Â
âSo likeâŠâ You bit your lips and batted your eyes while the two of you sat at the end of Emiliaâs bed. âWhat other toys do you like playing with?âÂ
âOh well,â Adrian turned the knife on its side so you could look at it. Your face immediately fills with excitement when he places it in your hands. Not for the first time, Emilia felt uncomfortable and annoyed she was in the middle of the twoâs shy yet lovestruck gazes. Chris seemed to share the sentiment as he was mock gagging beside her. Though it could have been due to him stealing and eating her hospital food.
âThis knife is great for throwing, the holes on the side reduces the wind resistance.â You told Adrian animatedly, talking with your hands. Emilia recalled your knife throwing lessons as a kid.Â
Adrian lit up with joy just as Emilia groaned. âThatâs why this is my favorite knife!âÂ
Emilia thought if your guysâ mother knew you were taking your knife throwing lessons as an opportunity to flirt- especially with a guy like Adrian- knew she would be rolling in her grave.
You stared into his eyes and began leaning forward. Emilia wished she had something to throw at you. Luckily, a nurse knocked on the door to let them know visiting hours were wrapping up.
You hugged your sister and, glancing down at the finished puzzle, promised to bring another one tomorrow. You promised you would help her finish it, to which Emilia gave you an unconvinced look. Then you offered to bring her some non-hospital food (specifically some waffles and burgers) and she pulled you in for another hug.
âYou know,â Adrian says as the two of you walk out the door. âIf youâre still in town this weekend, I can set up some appliances in the woods we can throw grenades at.âÂ
Emilia sat up at once. What?
âWhat do you mean by that?â She grabbed Chrisâs shirt, ignoring the shooting pain in her leg.Â
âWhat does he mean by that? Adrian?â She called out. âGet back here!â
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