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miserymerci · 9 months ago

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Fandom: Lego Monkie Kid

Characters: MK and Sun Wukong (Sunburst Duo), Journey to the West Pilgrims

(Father-son, rocky first impressions, child monkey MK)

Summary: In an alternate universe, Sun Wukong comes face-to-face with the most daunting monster he has ever come across during his Journey to the West: the protector of an unheavenly peach tree.

The summer days were long and grueling.

The hours dribbled on like molasses, sugary sweet sweat sticky on their skin. It never stopped; only slowed and picked up again. To Sun Wukong, that was much, much worse than any constant weather. No thunderstorm could triumph over the discomfort of sweat through his dampening fur.

“I told you so,” said Wukong, so quietly and grumbly that he worried for a second that no one would hear.

“Shut up,” snapped Zhu Bajie.

Wukong grinned.

“I’m just saying that you wouldn’t be sizzling pork belly right now if we had agreed to sleep by day and travel by night,” he said. He pulled at his neckerchief and huffed.

“Well,” said Bajie, “ I’m smelling burning monkey hair.”

“Who’s fault is that !?”

“Disciples,” said Tripitaka, simply.

Wukong crossed his arms and pouted on his cloud as the day stretched on. It took five minutes for him to open his mouth again, and Sha Wujing, ever the mediator, rushed to speak first.

“Something nearby smells good.”

“…it’s char siu ,” said Wukong, dryly.

“OOH-KAY! You have been grating me all morning! Master, shouldn’t he get a penalty for this? Where is my justice?” asked Bajie, gesturing his rake in Wukong’s generally-annoying direction. “This monkey has no respect for me.”

“I have respect when you’re not being all high and mighty!”

“Master, now he’s being delusional. We should kick him out.”

“Request vetoed,” said Tripitaka, not looking back.

Ao Lie whinnied. The horse-dragon tilted his head off to the side and tossed his head up twice to the open air.

“Wujing is right, master,” he said, “something delicious is cooking nearby.”

Wukong’s nose crinkled. Past the group’s own sweaty stink and earthy dirt clinging to their clothes, he wasn’t sure how Lie or Wujing could smell anythi–!

Something rich and warm hit Wukong’s nose. It scuttled into his nostrils like some starved parasite and nested deep into his belly. His queasiness formed and twisted into the beginnings of rumbling, greedy, demanding hunger.

Wukong hurried to wipe the drool on his lips.

“Could be a trap,” he said, “everyone knows we’re going this way.”

“Could be,” agreed Tripitaka, but his eyes were glittering hopefully in the direction of rising smoke.

Wukong frowned, crossed his arms, and then said to Wujing, “How are our rations looking?”

Wujing sniffled. He swung over his bag to his belly and unclasped its buckle. The hard look in his eyes flattened into what could rival a sad, wet puppy. He winced, shrugged, and then pursed his lips.

“Alright then,” said Bajie, not needing a verbal answer, “I say we take a look. This is the fifth day in a row we’ll be eating tofu jerky, so I don’t think there’s anything we can lose.”

The group fell quiet for a moment. Wukong, in his heart, could feel all of them loudly thinking about all the possible things they could lose. Like their master, for one. And dignity, for another. The beginnings of bratty defiance was at the tip of his own tongue. In the end, everyone swallowed back any snarky reply.

“Let’s diverge, then. Do you think you can find us a path downwards?” said Tripitaka.

The smoke led the pilgrims through fir trees; spicy, sweet, and earthy. The firs, tall and proud, caught speckles of condensation and bubbled its visitors with thick air against stubborn lungs. Mud suckled the soles of their feet– sparsely, at first– until Lie completely tumbled down in a flurry of hooves and embarrassment.

Sympathetically, Wukong allowed Lie and their master to gain refuge on his own cloud, and Wukong took to the ground.

“You alright, piglet?” he called a quarter of an hour later.

Bajie didn’t reply. That would normally be welcomed, but right now was a special case. Wukong blinked, fought against the heavy sheen of moisture gathering on the lid of his eyes, and turned back.

“Pig?” he tried again.

“Shut up,” said Bajie. He was stumbling forward like a newborn goat, eyes set on the ground. “I’m saving my energy for more important things. None of them are you.”

“This is fun,” said Wujing, smilingly. He had taken off his shoes and had tied its laces snuggly to his side, webbed feet walking along the mud like it was nothing.

Wukong stared blankly at him, jealous.

Wujing perked up. At his excitement, Wukong couldn’t help but brighten too– any news from Wujing right now would be good news. “Brothers, we’re close. Just past this glade. I think there may be a creek nearby.”

“Thank goodness,” said Lie, picking the last of the leaves from his hanfu. He laughed, something he did often even in wind and rain.

They walked through the sticky glade, the hot sun catching them as they passed, before the cover of trees reclaimed them. The beginnings of a ‘fsshhhh’- ing stream was a treasure to Wukong’s ears. One by one, the pilgrims relaxed. The smoke, only a dying puff, now, had led them to a little campfire in the forest.

“This isn’t exactly an amazing place to go camping,” said Bajie.

“Or an amazing time, either,” said Tripitaka. “Maybe it wasn’t of their choice. Travelers, maybe? Wanderers? Demons?” he spared a look at Wukong, who was sifting around the ashes with his foot.

“I can’t really smell anything,” said Wukong with a sniffle. “Too many scents around. The ginger they used to cook and the firs are messing up my senses.”

“Me too– sorry, master– but the fire is fresh. Whoever they are may come back very soon. It looks like they left many of their travel packs,” said Lie. “A group of five… maybe six people? A big group for any sort of wandering demon species. Most of them fly solo.”

“That’s great, but where’s the food?” huffed Bajie. “I’m hungry.”

“Shocker,” said someone quietly.

“Don’t pretend you’re not hungry too, peach-muncher!”

Wukong glared at his companion. Any other escalation of the argument was nipped in the bud by a stare from Tripitaka.

“If it serves any importance— no hard feelings if not— I think we should sleep the rest of the day away and set off after the sun sets. The days are too hot and long to travel through,” said Lie, hopping from the cloud and reaching up to assist their master off as well.

“I believe you may have been right after all, Wukong,” said Tripitaka. He offered a lopsided smile to the rest of his disciples and dabbed his temple with a sleeve.

Bajie was looking through the abandoned backpacks off to the side. “If you ask me, I don’t think any of these guys will come back. All of these things look ratty and stolen… here: this bag looks like it follows the patterns of Mìngyùn Guǒ City’s sewing back in the East. Those folks aren’t known to leave their prissy little civilization.”

“Can no person simply travel, my disciple? No matter where they are from?” asked Tripitaka.

“I— well—! I’m just saying it’s suspicious, master.”

“We’ll just have to keep watch,” said Wujing chipperly. He flipped out one of the sleeping bags they had brought on their journey and began to pull out their cotton tent. Wukong was glad he had won in drawing lots that morning. Otherwise, he would have been the one lugging that big thing around. “We might have scared them away with our approach. Could have been a demon with an impressive set of ears.”

Wukong pretended not to hear that.

“We still need food,” he said, stretching. “Anyone want to help me scout the area?”

“Nose goes.”

“No,” said Bajie, the loser of the game.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll pass too— I’ll head off on my own. Might be safer that way. Don’t want to save any stray piglets from a scary demon,” said Wukong with a prickly smile.

“ Goodbye Wukong,” said Tripitaka before Bajie could begin to complain, “come back in one piece.”

Wukong would come back in one piece.

That was both a vow and the truth, but in the humid fir forest, Wukong sniffed through all the spicy smells looking for sweet fruits.

Apricots were ripe for the picking– he shrunk and shoved them into the little pack he had brought with them. Once he had taken the few that looked best to eat, he dropped down from its tree in search of any other fruits.

Wukong was never really picky. But he picked ripe plums and took dragon’s eye fruits from a flourishing longan tree a small ways north, climbed the tallest tree he could find, and still couldn’t find a hint of that sweet pink color peeking through the trees.

Not being picky didn’t mean he didn’t have a preference , okay ?

Half an hour after he had set out for food, Wukong saw a flash of heaven. He blinked and stopped in his tracks.

There, hidden between the thickest and prickliest of the firs, were peaches.

Most of them had already fallen to the ground in a pile of mush. The peaches in this tree were far more ripened than their usual prime, but between the hot days and long peach-filled cravings, Wukong couldn’t find himself to care. He pocketed as much of the squishy fruit as he could. His hands, sticky now, grabbed at the tree’s tender bark and began to heave himself up.

A face-full of teeth flashed.

“ GAH !”

Wukong’s staff dinged and flipped to life in his hand. He tipped back, blind, and cracked the trunk of the struggling peach tree with a mighty swing. The wood croaked.

Quickly, Wukong realized three things: he was falling back-first, the attacker on his face was yowling bloody murder, and the tree was coming down with them.

‘cckRRNK– BOOM!’

The toothy grip on Wukong’s cheek loosened as the peach tree’s leaves gave out one last dying shudder. The forest was silent.

Staring up at the sky, Wukong could spot gray, ashy clouds blowing along– oh, that one looked like a chair… and that one looked like a pear. Wukong blinked and scrunched his nose. That next cloud looked like a monkey.

The monkey blinked back at him.

Wukong frowned. His hand, free from the staff now, swiped down his left cheek and found that his fingers were slippery and slick. He watched a cloudy red seep into the crevices of his fingerprints.

“You bit me,” he said to the now-clear monkey sitting on his chest.

“You were stealing my peaches,” declared the little monkey.

Wukong flung the little thing off to the side with a yelp. He scrambled up, reclaimed his staff, and pointed it at the demon.

The little monkey barked and smiled their toothy smile at the Monkey King.

“Where are you from?” asked Wukong.

“ Here ,” said the monkey, as if it was obvious, “where you’re not from!”

Wukong frowned down at the demon. Now that they weren’t all up in his face, he was beginning to see how much this demon wasn’t a threat. They were small like a housecat. From where they were clinging desperately to the fallen tree, fur all puffed up and angry, Wukong had to take pity on it.

“These aren’t your peaches, bud. They’re the forest’s. And because they’re the forest’s, I’m allowed to take a few. It’s called sharing– it’s a virtue.”

This was no Flower Fruit Mountain monkey. Wukong made sure to meticulously remember all the features and smells of his own troop during his long days looking after them. Not a single little monkey slipped under his radar as king. This monkey was likely too young to be one of his, anyways– none of his troop’s members had been with child before he left on his journey.

Even if they had, it was just as likely they would have perished in the fire.

Wukong hadn’t heard of any other demon monkey troops around China. Flower Fruit Mountain had been his little bubble from the rest of the world– he could only assume that any other troop would have been the same.

“Am I traveling on your troop’s territory?”

The monkey frowned. Without looking away from Wukong, they fiddled with the scattered tree leaves and retrieved mushy peaches one-by-one from the carnage.

“You are ,” they said. “This is my territory.”

“ Yours ?” Wukong couldn’t help but laugh.

The monkey’s little face remained stormy. They could only fit three peaches in their arms before they began to struggle.

“I’m the leader, the sole protector, and the warrior of this peach tree!” they said.

“Th… this peach tree?” asked Wukong, pointing vaguely to the remaining stump on the ground. The monkey’s stormy demeanor cracked into a pout, so Wukong quickly moved on. “What’s so special about it?”

“The fruits are tasty, and the leaves are nice and shady. The smells are too sweet for any meat-eating demon to want to come near,” said the monkey, proudly. Then, they narrowed their eyes at Wukong. “Are you a meat-eating demon?”

“That’s not exactly something you want to ask meat-eating demons,” said Wukong.

The monkey puffed up again and smiled at him.

“Stop doing that. You’re not scary at all, bud,” said Wukong. “Um, look– I’m sorry about your tree, but it looks like it was already in a pretty bad state…”

At first, Wukong had thought that the peaches were simply overripe. Now, he eyed the ashen wood and could see specks of white infecting the rotting and weakening wood inside. At one time, this tree had been strong and proud. The termites were eating it alive. Its flowers and fruits were sickly. Soon, only the tree’s bones would remain.

The monkey blinked their dewy eyes at him, glancing back and forth between the king and their fallen kingdom.

“ No , it’s only the season changing. That’s how it works. Things are worse before they get better,” said the monkey, squishing the peaches close to their chest. The rotten fruits stuck to their skin and fur, the sweet smell like a harsh perfume. The flesh of the peaches slipped and squelched out of their hands. They watched miserably.

“How long have you been out here?”

“Some seasons,” they said, uncertain, “maybe… more?”

The monkey grimaced at Wukong. They smiled, baring those baby teeth and gums again, before remembering that the Monkey King wasn’t scared of their aggressive display. With a blink, as if they didn’t know why they had bared them in the first place, they took an embarrassed nibble of the fruit-sauce in their hands.

“Uh– no, don’t even eat those. They’re all really really bad, bud,” said Wukong. He got rid of his staff and took a quick step forward, making the monkey puff up and squeal. The king rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, really scary– c’mere.”

In about five seconds, Wukong got another bite to his chin and a handful of monkey squeaking in alarm.

The monkey continued to holler as they were held upside-down. Wukong’s arm, slung around the monkey’s hip, kept their body against his side. A furious tail lashed against Wukong’s cheek. Two back feet kicked to match.

“Kidnapping! Kidnapping!” cried the monkey. Little baby teeth snapped at Wukong’s legs fruitlessly.

“I wouldn’t have had to do this if you weren’t so bitey,” said Wukong, rolling his eyes. He grabbed and tossed out all of the mushy peaches in his bag and slung it on his other arm. “Listen, bud– kid? No, not used to that coming out of my mouth– oh, have you got a name?”

“ I am the leader–” a wiggle, “the sole! Protector–!” a twist, “and the warrior of this peach tree!!”

The monkey heaved out a mighty sigh and went limp in Wukong’s arm, dangling.

Wukong stared at them for a moment. The little monkey had so much fight in them, but he was just so gosh darn tiny to do anything destructive with it. He turned and followed the trail back to his companions.

“It’s okay, bud. Peach tree-protecting wasn’t really my thing either.”

When Wukong came back to camp, his fellow pilgrims had already set up their site. In the single tent they had, Tripitaka sat, meditating quietly. Wujing, Bajie, and Lie were huddled around a basin of cooling water. They were filling their canteens with the purified liquid when Bajie jumped up at the sight of him.

“Wukong, did you kill someone?”

That snapped their master out of his meditation. Tripitaka, quicker than he normally would be in any normal circumstance, rushed to Wukong to look at the dangling monkey.

“Sun Wukong,” said Tripitaka, more stunned than angry, “what have you done?”

“What? Nothing, master. I found this little demon in the forest as I was looking for food. They’re just a little baby, and they’re a monkey– and I’m a monkey– so it felt a little ironic to leave them alone.”

“So you killed it?”

Wukong glanced down at the monkey. Their tongue lolled out of their mouth dramatically, and their eyes remained very, very shut.

Wukong’s eye twitched.

He shook the monkey, and when they didn’t get a response, he flipped them onto their back into his arms.

“Oh, well. I guess I’ll have to dump this cold, dead body into this conveniently placed basin of boiling, steaming hot water,” said Wukong.

Everyone squawked and yelped, equal mixes of surprise and anger. The monkey, all pointy claws and teeth, twisted and clung to the fur on Wukong’s chest like a lifeline. In the same breath, the circlet around his head squeezed .

Wukong went breathless.

Speckles of black and white punched into his vision and continued to flash there; less of a dance, more of a scatter. His teeth grinded together as all of his other senses exploded. The ringing of his ears howled and stomped against cracking ground, hands tightening against the things that he could not see. The air stuttered and croaked in his lungs– and only when he let go of his last breath did the circlet ease.

Wukong blinked away the whiteness.

The little monkey in his arms was chittering at him. Sticky, humid hands pinched at his face and brought the smell of rotted peaches to his nose.

Wukong had fallen to his knees. He shook his head once, then twice, then shifted to sit down fully, dazed.

“…orry, Wukong,” someone, probably Tripitaka, was saying. “T…oght… illed them.”

The headache continued to taunt Wukong. Yet, the baby did not loosen their hold on him. Honey eyes stayed fixed on Wukong, even as the others quietly handed him fresh water and one of the apricots he had picked as an apology.

Half an hour later, Wukong had grounded himself again.

“No,” the little monkey was saying when Wukong finally managed to sink his teeth into the apricot, “I don’t know whose camp this was. I don’t stay far from– um… I didn’t stay far from my tree.”

“Well, if it doesn’t hurt us, then we shouldn’t worry about it,” said Lie, trying to comfort their worried-looking master.

The monkey shifted in Wukong’s lap and looked up at him.

“I’m sorry that I bit you twice,” they said as the others continued to chatter.

Wukong’s hand went up to feel the punctures on his face. They were frightfully tiny underneath his fingers, but they had bled vigorously when it had happened.

The heat of the day found it in its heart to be merciful. Clouds had begun to spread across the sky. One of them casted a shadow over the little monkey in his lap. The hardened look in their eyes twisted into fear the longer Wukong stared, saying nothing.

“It’s okay. You’ve got some serious spunk, bud– and audacity. Try not to get me into any more trouble while you’re with me,” he said, finally.

“It’s your fault that I’m with you,” said the monkey.

Wukong nodded slowly. That was true, but this monkey was a– well, a monkey; monkey like the ones that had been back home. It would be cruel and unusual punishment to let this child die all alone amidst the corpse of their own crumbling kingdom.

He watched termites crawl around the little monkey’s fur for a moment more before sighing.

“And you are going to stay with me until I can find you a proper home.”

“You’re keeping that flea-ridden thing?” asked Bajie. Wukong was glad that the group was talkative again, but some things never change; like his constant need to not hear that pig’s voice.

“They have termites , not fleas,” he said, “and yes. Isn’t this an efficient way of redeeming myself, master? By caring for poor, lost babies in the forest?”

“Well, it could get in the way with your task,” said Tripitaka, but the most important part was that he looked like he was considering it.

“But look at them, master. They’re so small and adorable– they’ll hardly be a dent in our supplies,” said Wujing.

“I grew up taking care of my sister,” said Lie through a mouthful of tofu jerky and plums. “I can help, if you’d like!”

“What? No. I’m not gonna take care of something that’s Wukong’s responsibility,” said Bajie. He crossed his arms and glared over at the monkey. They blinked at each other, and the firm look in Bajie’s eyes turned brittle before he swung his head away to wolf down a handful of longan, seeds and all.

The monkey huddled closer into Wukong, docile now, staring down at their hands. Something white obscured their vision.

“Take it,” said Wukong with a smile.

The monkey reached out and grabbed the longan from the Monkey King’s grasp. The shell and seed had already been removed. All that remained was the fruit’s sweet, soft insides. It wasn’t a peach– not by a long shot– but the monkey chewed it graciously anyways.

“There you go. That’s not so bad, huh?” Wukong cracked the next longan shell with his teeth and began to pick it off. “We have a long way to go, little cloud.”

#lmk sun wukong #lego monkie kid #lmk sunburst duo #lmk mk #lmk fanfiction

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zkoh001 · 1 year ago

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I watched ninjago as a wee baby, and I... Didn't have an issue with any characters. Then I came onto here, and saw that people have an intense hatred for Wu and Misako.

I'll get Misako out the way, cause yeah. Thats fair. It's actually really funny, because she didn't have a reason, but I made one up, one I firmly believed was a part of the show. You know how in PJO Nico passes a shitton of years in a casino where time doesn't pass properly? Yeah, I tought something similar happened, while researching she got stuck in a time trap, andwhile in her mind she left Lloyd at Darkleys for maybe a month or two, in reality she abandoned him.

Hell, I theorised that it had something to do with one of the Time Blades. You heard that right: I made a theory about something I made up. Good thing I didn't have Tumblr back then.

Wu then. I don't get the hate. He always knows whats up, so its easy for the writers to explain. But even without that, how was he supposed to know most of these things happening?? Was he supposed to just... Guess these random people would come back? Like Morro, or Aspheera? Idk what people want him to do, make a list of people he made enemies of (hes thousands of years old) and just trauma dump his students cause "Maybe they'll come back.

Theres two fair critisisms that he gets in my opinion: He should have looked for Morro, and he should have told the ninja about Acronix, who he new would return. (Quite literally a ticking time bomb, har-har)

Morro: Yeah, he wasn't the greatest at raising him, but I never got the feeling it was presented as if he was the perfect dad (or man for that matter). He should've looked for him. But then, he comes back as a villain, they can't exactly reconcile. That "Thank you, Morro" in Dotd is unfortunately all this father-son duo gets.

Acronix: You done goofed up sire. But! While S7 has it's flaws, what I like is that it admits he effed up. His faliure dream is one of the best scenes, so I believe this doesn't need any further details (Morro is also in his dream, so the show does acknowledge he didn't go about that the best way?)

HoT side tangent:

Also, I have a feeling Wu and the Elemental Alliance didn't deal with the Twins the best way possible... One: Master of Earth, was manipulated by Chen, you should at least consider that happening. Two: Umm... Is it a good idea to just get rid of a whole ass element? You guys do know Vengestone is and was a thing right? You could have just... Imprisoned them? You literally have no way of knowing what this might cause... Damn, S7 was a glorious mess (But you can pry the Temporal whip out of my dead hands)

Oh whatever. Bottom line is: Wu is flawed, but not the personified dirt on the bottom of your shoe, and also, let me rewrite Misako pleeease.

#ninjago #essay #wu #ninjago wu #ninjago misako #ninjago morro #hands of time #posession #krux and acronix

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kawaiibunnora · 3 months ago

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help

tw: transphobia, suicidal thoughts, suicidal ideation, sh

I am a senior in high school who occasionally presents fem at school. My father is extremely transphobic, so in order to dress fem, i have to smuggle my fem clothes to school and then changes in the mens bathroom.

My entire school is pretty accepting, and I never feel in danger or uncomfortable when dressing fem. This year, I was voted the "Most Changed" male, so I decided to wear a dress for the partner pictures (with a girl I barely knew). Everything went fine and dandy until I talked to my mom (who's accepting of me).

Yesterday, she suggested telling my dad now so that he'd have time to process before the yearbook came out, so that's what I did. In the moment, he reacted very harshly, very irrationally, and he said a lot of hateful things that I wasn't surprised by: He called me selfish, he threatened to kick me out of the house, he called all my teachers bastards, etc.

Anyways today we had another, more civil, conversation. He was still being extremely transphobic calling cis women "girl girls" and trans women "boy girls", and his main issue was how some of our family friends might ostracize us and how people will see our family. At one point, he brough up how he saw a trans girl at a senior banquette and his only thought was "I feel bad for his parents".

After that conversation, I hid in my room some more until he called me out to talk to me again. He told me to get the yearbook pictures removed or else he's going to the principal. (Mind you, the pictures were duo pictures, so I'd have to involve the female winner, who I barely know.)

I don't know whether I should just submit to my father's wishes until I graduate and move out or if I should stand my ground. I hate having to drag my partner and the yearbook teacher into this, but if I don't, I worry worse things will come.

This is also the first time I've ever thought about suicide. Not enough for me to actually go through with it, but I'm imagining myself hanging, with a note addressed to my dad saying "you did this."

I have the urge to bash my head into a wall or to cut myself or to run away and never return. And the worst part is that these feelings stem from a feeling of failure. I feel like I'm a burden for my parents. Like Ive caused them so much harm. The suicidal thoughts are coming from the fact that I wish I wasn't trans. I feel like I wouldnt be as much of a burden if I was "normal". I hate myself for not being the perfect son.

Logically, I know it's all untrue, which is why I don't think I'll actually go through with any of these thoughts, but that doesnt mean the feeling isnt there. Logically, I know I've done nothing wrong. Logically, I know my dad is being a dick.

But i feel like such a burden

#transgender #transfem #coming out #lgbtq+#lgbtq community #nora thoughts

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elfboyeros · 9 months ago

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Cerise, Miel, and Trickster

I adore Indigo and Calvin's babes, enjoy Bridgehid Masterlist @jj-pines @lerenee

There aren’t a lot of redheads working in the infirmary, it just sorts of happened that way, yet there is one notable redhead who works in the medical center, not only has a part of her education track but also under the guidance of her father the man heading the operations in the sanatorium.

They called her Aurora.

“Sweet Aurora~”

“Why am I not surprised,” Aurora sighed, entering the small hospital room where a young man with a dark complexation sat on the exam bed, holding his arm as his pink hair fell into his eyes almost covering his clay-colored iris, the oldest Bookstone-Corals child knew he was smirking under his face cover, “What is it today, Florian?”

He sighed, “See, I’ve gone and broken my arm just to see you.”

Aurora hummed sitting in one of the little chairs, to sit in front of him, “What is the real reason you broke your arm?” She asked rolling up his long sleeve and putting her healing hands to work.

“I was helping Mr. Casper in the greenhouse,” He began, “I slipped off A ladder.”

“One of the step stools,” she questioned coyly.

“No, I was picking apples off one of the trees.”

“At least you were trying to be helpful,” Aurora remarked.

Florian chuckled, “You look cute today,” he muttered.

“I look how I do every day,” Aurora replied.

“It means you look cute every day.”

Aurora shook her head before looking up at him, “Will you let me work in peace?”

Florian smiled, “I can’t help that my nurse is beautiful and just happens to be my girlfriend.”

“Florian,” Aurora sighed with a smile.

“Aurora~” Florian sighed.

The redhead shook her head again before she removed her hands from his arm, “I’m going to go get you an arm sling, you’ll have to wear it for a couple of weeks,” she informed, “Can you behave yourself while I’m gone?”

The young man sighed dramatically, “If I must.”

Aurora exited the exam room retrieving the arm sling, “Aurora.”

She looked over her shoulder seeing Maverick, “Yeah?”

“Your dad wants you to check on Finnegan before your shift ends today.”

“Why can’t he do it?” Aurora sighed, “He’s the one that told him to float in the pools anyway.”

Maverick shrugged, “I can do—”

“No, it’s fine,” Aurora replied, before taking the arm sling to her boyfriend, “I’ll check on him.”

Down in the healing pools that turquoise-hair boy that looks too much like his mother floats in one of the large healing pools per his father’s instructions. He can hear footsteps enter the room as he floats in the water.

“You alive Finn?” Aurora asked standing at the water’s edge.

“I’m not face down, am I?” He retorted.

“Clearly not,” she replied.

“Why are you here?”

“Pere told me to check on you,” she answered.

Finnegan sighed, “I’m fine, I just had the shit kicked out me, nothing to worry about.” Very much his mother’s son getting in trouble because of his temper.

“You shouldn’t have challenged a guy twice your size,” Aurore remarked.

He scoffed before standing in the pool, “He should have never put his hands on my sister,” He stated firmly, his deep ocean-blue eyes staring into Aurora’s soul.

She sighed, this aforementioned guy twice Finnegan’s size was very upset when Aurora informed him that she was in a relationship and made an attempt to get physical. The eldest Bookstone-Corals child hadn’t even told her parents only her sibling.

“Just get out of the pool so we can go home,” Aurora huffed.

“You don’t have to walk me home, I’m fine!” he muttered climbing up the steps of the large pool, “Go get Florian and have him walk you home.”

Aurora narrowed her eyes at her little brother, “Just dry off and come on!”

“Alright,” Finnegan huffed.

The brother and sister duo emerged from the healing pools linking up with Florian as he sighed in the infirmary waiting for his girlfriend like a gentleman. The three scholars headed toward this main campus exit before a few mage professors ran by as they ran from the magical wing of the college to the alchemy wing.

“Ms. Nozadze, what’s wrong?!” Florian asked.

“Alex is fighting Hughard,” Georgia huffed before running down the hall following her colleagues.

Finnegan and Aurora sighed, “You gotta be kidding me.”

In one of the training yards, there was a regular guy pinned in the dirt with a petite individual on top of him, keeping him in the dirt using plant magic and shoving dirt in his face. They look very much like their father, with their pink eyes and black hair.

“You try to assault my sister after she rejects, then you beat the shit out of my brother after you lose the duel you agreed to!” Alexandria yelled, “How does it feel Hugh, huh!”

Georgia attempted to use magic to separate the two, but Alexandria is their mother’s child.

“I’m going to get help!” Georgia squeaked before running off.

Aurora attempted to pull their sibling off the large senior in the ground, but it was no use, she wasn’t strong enough, although it didn’t stop her from trying.

“Alex, fucking stop,” Finnegan huffed, finally trying to help his sister pull them off of Hughard. “NO! HE DESERVES IT!”

“Violence isn’t the answer to this, Alexandria!” Aurora panted.

“VIOLENCE IS THE ANSWER WHEN THIS DUDE IS A SERIAL ASSAULTER!”

“I only tried to punch Aurora,” Hughard squealed.

“THAT’S STILL ASSAULT!” Alexandria and Finnegan yelled. For a millisecond, Finnegan thought about letting his twin go and let them continue to beat this asshole.

“Goddess, dude, you are dumb as fuck,” Florian muttered, watching from the sidelines as Aurora and Finnegan still struggled to get Alexandria off Hughard for a good few minutes.

“ALEXANDRIA FLETCHER BOOKSTONE-CORALS!”

Alexandria froze looking towards the entrance from the training yard seeing her father staring daggers at them with his arms firmly crossed in front of his chest as their mother stood beside him looking at him shocked, yet with a smirk across her lips. Their sudden freeze caused Finnegan to stubble back and Aurora to fall back into the dirt, but of course, Florian, even with a broken arm, came to her rescue.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Calvin asked in a huff.

“Daddy, he tried to hit Aurora, and then when Finnegan won their duel, he beat him up! He’s harassed every girl on campus!” Alexandria explained getting off Hughard, “It’s only right that he eats dirt!”

“Cerise, what happened?” Indigo asked.

“Hughard asked me to go out for coffee, I declined polity, and he then got upset by my rejection and attempted to punch me.” Aurora answered, “Finnegan then challenged him to a bit of sparing as an act of revenge and got hurt in the process."

Indigo looked to her son, "Meil, is this true?"

He nodded, "I’m assuming Alexandria did the same thing I did after I went to the infirmary," Finnegan added.

“And it looks like they won,” Florian joked, earning a high five from Finnegan.

“Hughard Moltant?” Indigo said approaching the young man as he still was trapped in the dirt.

“Yes, Mrs. Bookstone,” He replied shakily.

“I have gotten many complaints about you and your flirting nature,” she sighed, reversing her child’s magic, “If I get one more complaint about you or hear that you have put hands on around female student, I will expel you, understand?”

Hughard nodded rapidly before running off.

“Alexandria, you are grounded,” Calvin sighed.

“Daddy!” They groaned, “Mom!”

Indigo nodded in agreement with her husband.

“You don’t solve your problems with violence, we raised you better than that!” Calvin added.

“But—”

“One week!” Calvin stated, “No magic lessons, no observing me in the forge of Elias’ dressmaking, no watching Nemo and Rowan training, and none of Sloan’s weekend seminars, do you understand me?”

“Dadd—”

“Do you understand me!”

Alexandria and Calvin stared at one another for a moment, before they huffed out a small “fine.”

Calvin nodded, “Alright then, let’s go home,” he replied with a smile before Aurora, Florian, and Finnegan followed him.

Indigo wrapped an arm around her child’s waist as they both followed behind everyone, her heels giving her enough height to rest her cheek against the top of Alexandria’s head, “Good job Trickster,” Indigo muttered.

“Thanks, mommy.”

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LÉGENDES DU JAZZ

BUSTER WILLIAMS, MAITRE DE LA CONTREBASSE

‘’I’m a bass player, front and center. When I’m working in a group, then the music gets defined and determined by the leader. The main reason I’ve decided now to concentrate on my own music is that I wanted to be the person determining what got played, how it was played and what it ultimately sounded like on the bandstand. That’s my focus now, to play my own music and emphasize my compositions.’’

- Buster Williams

Né le 17 avril 1942 à Camden, au New Jersey, Charles Anthony "Buster" Williams était le fils de Charles Anthony Williams Sr. et de Gladys Williams. Le père de Williams, Charles Anthony Williams Sr., était contrebassiste et jouait aussi du piano et de la batterie. Sa mère Gladys était blanchisseuse. Surnommé ‘’Cholly’’, le père de Williams avait pratiqué plusieurs métiers pour nourrir sa famille de cinq enfants, mais il n’avait jamais abandonné la musique et se produisait dans les clubs après sa journée de travail. Grand amateur du légendaire contrebassiste Slam Stewart, Williams avait été le premier professeur de son fils et lui avait enseigné les vertus du travail bien fait. Buster avait commencé à s’intéresser à la contrebasse après avoir entendu l’enregistrement du standard ‘’Stardust’’ de Oscar Pettiford.

Comme Buster l’avait expliqué des années plus tard: “It was an unwritten law that I had to play it right or hear about it [from his father]. I was going to be the best”. Dans une autre entrevue, Buster avait précisé:

"My father was my teacher. He would prepare my lessons for me, and when I got home from school I was supposed to practice, then he would listen while he was eating his dinner. It was an unwritten law that I had to play it right or hear about it. I was going to be the best. I had no choice. In those days, instead of a two car family, we were a two bass family. My father was a fan of Slam Stewart, and he strung his basses the way Slam did. Instead of the regular G-D-A-E, he strung a high C; ie,C-G-D-A. Adding the C string puts the playing of higher-pitched passages at a more comfortable position. Of course, when he decided to teach me he restrung one of his basses in the traditional manner for me. He told me, 'If I re-string my bass for you, you'd better be serious!'"

La maison de la famille Williams était toujours remplie de musique. Buster s’était familiarisé avec le jazz par l’entremise de l’impressionnante collection de disques de son père. Il expliquait:

‘’He had an extensive record collection, and we had a roller piano, you know, an upright piano. And you put these rolls of music and press the pedals. We were listening Art Tatum, Jimmie Lunceford Orchestra, Count Basie, Duke Ellington, and all of this music was going on in my house all the time. My father’s musicians friends would come over. He had a good friend named Kenny Andrews, a piano player, and he would come over and they played duos all day long. I was hearing the music and any question that I would ask my father or his musician friends, they would answer for me. I had been listening to Thelonious Monk, and my oldest sister belonged to the Columbia Record Club. They would send us records every month. That’s when I first heard Miles Davis, Art Blakey and Horace Silver.’’

Très reconnaissant à son père avait exercé d’avoir encouragé son développement comme musicien, Williams avait ajouté: ‘’My father was a great, great player. I heard many fine records when I was growing up, and the sound of Slam Stewart was a prime influence on me, both in terms of his arco sound and the way he strung the bass. My father told me that if he took the time to prepare my instrument I had better {to} be serious about it. It’s something that I’ve never forgotten and will always remember about playing and about music.’’

Williams avait décroché un de ses premiers contrats professionnels avec un ami de son père, le saxophoniste ténor Louis Judge.

En 1959, à l’âge de dix-sept ans, Williams avait commencé à jouer à Philadelphie avec le quartet du saxophoniste Jimmy Heath qui comprenait Sam Dockery au piano et le légendaire Charles ‘’Specs’’ Wright à la batterie. Comme Williams l’avait précisé plus tard: ‘’What I learned from Jimmy about music and life was so valuable that bits and pieces of that experience continue to unfold even now. It was like taking a Time release "capsule of knowledge."

DÉBUTS DE CARRIÈRE

Un mois après avoir décroché son diplôme du Camden High School en 1960, Williams s’était joint au groupe des saxophonistes Gene Ammons et Sonny Stitt. À l’origine, c’est plutôt le père de Williams qui devait être engagé avec le groupe, mais comme il n’avait pu se libérer, c’est Buster qui avait pris sa place. Williams explique comment il avait commencé à jouer avec le groupe:

‘’One of my father’s good friends was a bassist that played with Charlie Parker named Nelson Boyd. Charlie Parker penned the tune ‘’Half Nelson’’ for Nelson Boyd, and he was how I got my introduction to Gene Ammons and Sonny Stitt. The gig started on Tuesday at The Showboat in Philadelphia and Boyd couldn’t make the weekend, so he called my father to take the gig. My father was working, so he sent me instead. I also played quite a bit with Jimmy Heath in Philadelphia before goint out on the road with Gene and Sonny. Camden and Philly were filled with clubs. It was quite inspirational.’’

Williams poursuivait: ‘’When I went out on the road with Gene Ammons and Sonny Stitt, it was exciting. And of course, I was nervous at first because I knew this was the big time. I didn’t realize, until I got on the bandstand, how much my father had really prepared me. That’s rich, you know ? It was truly to my benefit.’’

Williams avait tellement impressionné Ammons et Stitt qu’après une seule performance, ils lui avaient demandé de les accompagner en tournée.

Williams était demeuré avec le groupe durant environ un an. Finalement, Ammons était parti avec la caisse lors d’un séjour du groupe à Kansas City, et personne n’avait été payé. Heureusement, Williams, le pianiste et le batteur du groupe avaient obtenu un contrat d’une semaine pour travailler avec Al Hibbler.

De retour à Camden, Williams avait pris des cours de composition, d’harmonie et de théorie au Combs College of Music de Philadelphie. Il avait étudié sous la direction du docteur Roland Wiggins.

Après avoir été découvert par la chanteuse Dakota Staton, Wlliams avait obtenu un engagement à Wilmington, au Delaware, avec le trio de Gerald Price. En 1962, Williams avait accompagné la chanteuse Betty Carter. Décrivant sa collaboration avec Carter comme expérience à la fois inspirante et perturbante, Williams avait précisé:

‘’Well, the first thing you had to understand about Betty Carter is, ‘’Don’t go with her.’’ You may start out together, then you look around and Betty Carter is two blocks behind you, but she knows where she is. She had that kind of intuitive understanding of improvisation. She would be improvising while she’s still singing the melody. If you make the mistake of trying to wait for her, then you’d be drastically wrong because she knows where she is and she’s going to be where she needs to be when she needs to be. I used to tell her, ‘’Betty, when you come in and I hit my first beat, then I’m going to go out and have lunch and I’ll be back in time for me to play beat two.’’ I had never gotten to play a ballad so slow until I started playing with Betty Carter. She had such feeling and such emotion in what she did, and she could really swing.’’

Williams s’était rendu pour la première fois en Europe dans le cadre d’une tournée avec Sarah Vaughan l’année suivante. Commentant sa collaboration avec Vaughan, Williams avait ajouté: ‘’I learned patience with Betty Carter, and I learned the importance of playing in tune with Sarah Vaughan. Sarah could hear anything that was out of tune. We did a rehearsal once with a big band. Sarah stopped the band, pointed to the second trumpet player, and told him to tune up.’’

C’est lors de la tournée avec Vaughan que Williams avait fait connaissance avec des musiciens qu’il n’aurait jamais cru devoir faire partie de son avenir: Miles Davis, Ron Carter, Herbie Hancock, George Coleman et Tony Williams.

En 1964, après avoir joint le groupe de la chanteuse Nancy Wilson, Williams s’était installé à Los Angeles. C’est là que Williams avait épousé l’année suivante Veronica, une ancienne camarade de high school. Wilson avait même été la demoiselle d’honneur de sa nouvelle épouse. Williams avait continué de travailler avec Wilson jusqu’à ce qu’il décide de rentrer à New York en octobre 1968. Williams avait enregistré cinq albums avec Wilson. Décrivant sa collaboration avec la chanteuse, Williams avait commenté: ‘’Nancy Wilson loved to do duets with me. We used to do the Beatles song, ‘’Yesterday.’’ I would start it off any kind of way I wanted to. She always knew where to come in, and we would sync. It was just fantastic. I learned something unique from each one of the singers. They all said to me that they wouldn’t sing a song if they couldn’t relate to the lyrics. And all the great musicians, I think, also told me, if you’re going to play a song that has a lyric, learn the lyric.’’

Parallèlement à sa collaboration avec Wilson, Williams avait également été un membre régulier des Jazz Crusaders de 1965 à 1968, avec qui il avait enregistré cinq albums. Williams explique comment il s’était joint au groupe: ‘’I was playing all kinds of gigs when Nancy was off. I got a call from the Jazz Crusaders to play with them, and we opened at The Lighthouse. Before me, the Jazz Crusaders had a guy named Herbie Lewis. He was another great bass player. There was also a great studio player in L.A. named Jimmy Bond who played with them earlier.’’

Décrivant sa collaboration avec le groupe, Williams avait ajouté:

‘’You know, I never thought I was doing anything spectacular except, you know, enjoying myself, which was great. Wayne Henderson, their trombone player, and I had a real close comedy kind of relationship. I wrote a song for him called ‘’Ruby P’gonia.’’ I think the first record we did was Lighthouse ‘68, and then Lighthouse ‘69. Then we did another record called Old Shoes, New Shoes. That band would have had a lot more international acclaim except for the fact that none of the other guys liked to fly. We had offers to go to Europe, but, unless we were going on a boat, we weren’t going. (Of course, I have never had a problem with flying). We had lots of fun, and I made maybe about five records with them.’’

En 1967, Williams avait aussi remplacé brièvement le contrebassiste Ron Carter dans le groupe de Miles Davis. Il avait également collaboré avec Kenny Dorham, Eddie Henderson, McCoy Tyner, Dexter Gordon, Roy Ayers, Stanley Turrentine, Frank Foster et Art Blakey.

Après son arrivée à New York, Williams s’était joint au sextet de Herbie Hancock qui était aussi composé de Herbie Mann, Mary Lou Williams et Billy Hart. Williams, qui jouait à la fois de la basse électrique et acoustique avec la formation, avait enregistré trois albums avec le groupe. De plus en plus populaire, Williams était très en demande comme musicien de studio. Williams avait également joué dans plusieurs commerciaux et composé plusieurs bandes sonores pour le cinéma.

Tout avait bien fonctionné jusqu’à ce que ces différents engagements commencent à entrer en conflit et que Williams soit obligé de choisir. Même s’il manquait d’expérience avec la basse électrique, Williams avait finalement décidé de se joindre au sextet Mwandishi d’Herbie Hancock, un des plus grands groupes de jazz-rock de l’époque qui était composé de Johnny Coles à la trompette, de Garnett Brown au trombone, de Joe Henderson au saxophone ténor et d’Albert ‘’Tootie’’ Heath à la batterie. Williams explique comment il avait commencé à jouer de la basse électrique:

’’Even before Herbie, I made some records with Harold Mabern playing Fender electric bass. One was called ‘’Greasy Kid Stuff !’’ I did about two or three records around that time doubling on Fender. I just did an interview recently, and the person that I did the interview with, he did research and old me about records that I played electric bass on that I totally forgot. But anyway, when I was with Herbie, when we started the band, we did not use any electronic instruments. Shortly afterwards, I played the Fender on ‘’Ostinato: Suite for Angela’’, and I was playing electric bass and the acoustic bass and couldn’t leave home without both of them.’’

Williams avait aussi joué de la basse électrique dans des publicités télévisées.

De 1969 à 1972, le groupe avait finalement adopté son alignement définitif composé, en plus de Hancock et Williams, de Benny Maupin au saxophone, de Julian Priester au trombone, d’Eddie Henderson à la trompette, de Patrick Gleason aux synthétiseurs et de Billy Hart à la batterie. Décrivant sa collaboration avec le groupe, Williams avait précisé:

‘’This band with Herbie really was a high point in my musical life. We were doing some things that no one ever thought a jazz band would ever consider. I remember one time we were in Italy and Herbie saw this huge Moog synthetiser and he decided he wanted to add it to the band. This was the time when those things were huge. We ended up carting this enormous thing all over Italy and having to pull all that stuff up; we looked like an airport up on the bandstand. I had never played the electric bass before we started going electric. I didn’t know then that it’s totally different instrument. The stuff that casts do today, all the slapping and the ripping, that’s something I’ve never done on the electric. I put that thing down back in the ‘70’s, and if anyone asks me today if I play electric bass, I tell them I don’t. That’s a whole different animal now.’’

Williams avait fait ses débuts comme leader en 1975 sur l’album Pinnacle sur étiquette Muse. L’album comprenait ‘’Tayamisha’’, une composition que Williams avait écrite pour sa fille. Williams avait également pris la place du contrebassiste Ron Carter dans le cadre de certaines sessions dans lesquelles Carter avait joué de la contrebasse piccolo. Dans les années 1970, Williams avait également accompagné Mary Lou Williams, Kenny Barron, Jimmy Rowles, Larry Coryell, Stanley Cowell, Steve Turre et Frank Morgan dans le cadre de certains enregistrements.

Au début des années 1980, Williams avait fait une tournée avec Herbie Hancock, Tony Williams et le jeune trompettiste Wynton Marsalis. Par la suite, Hancock avait formé un trio avec Williams à la contrebasse et Al Foster à la batterie. Dans le cadre de certaines tournées estivales, des invités spéciaux comme les saxophonistes Branford Marsalis, Michael Brecker et Greg Osby avaient également été ajoutés. Le trio avait poursuivi ses activités jusqu’en 1995. Durant cette période, Williams avait également fait une apparition au gala des prix Grammy dans le cadre d’un quintet qui comprenait Hancock, Williams et le chanteur Bobby McFerrin.

En 1982, Williams avait été un des fondateurs du groupe Sphere. Créé pour rendre hommage au pianiste Thelonious Monk, le groupe était composé du pianiste Kenny Barron, du saxophoniste ténor Charlie Rouse (qui avait remplacé plus tard par Gary Bartz) et du batteur Ben Riley. Le groupe, qui avait enregistré son premier album le 17 février 1982 le jour-même de la mort de Monk, avait progressivement incorporé les compositions des membres du groupe ainsi que des standards du jazz à son répertoire.

La même année, Williams avait aussi commencé à travailler avec les Timeless All Stars, un sextet qui était composé du pianiste Cedar Walton, du tromboniste Curtis Fuller, du saxophoniste Harold Land, du vibraphoniste Bobby Hutcherson et du batteur Billy Higgins. Le groupe avait enregistré quatre albums pour l’étiquette hollandaise Timeless Records.

En 1989, Williams avait enregistré un second album comme leader intitulé "Something More" qui comprenait cinq de ses compositions. Avaient également participé à l’album le saxophoniste Wayne Shorter, Hancock, le batteur Al Foster et un brillant jeune trompettiste japonais nommé Shunzo Ono. Après la parution de l’album, Williams avait formé son propre groupe également appelé Something More. Le groupe était notamment composé de Ralph Moore au saxophone ténor, du pianiste Benny Green et du batteur Billy Drummond. Parmi les succès de la formation, on remarquait la pièce ‘’Enchanted Flower.’’

Williams expliquait pourquoi le quintet avait été fondé: "After working almost continuously for 30 years as a sideman, I decided it was time to take the plunge, step up to the front, play my music, and express my concept of a cohesive musical unit. I've served my apprenticeship under many great masters and feel that it's my honor and privilege to carry on the lineage that makes this music such an artistically rich art form.’’ Depuis sa fondation en 1990, le groupe avait fait plusieurs tournées en Europe, au Japon et en Australie. Il avait également participé à la première édition du Festival de jazz international de Moscou en plus de se produire régulièrement aux États-Unis.

En 1991, Williams avait décroché une bourse du National Endowment for the Arts pour composer une oeuvre pour quintet, ensemble à cordes et choeurs. La même année, Williams avait également été lauréat d’une bourse de la New York Foundation for the Arts Fellowship Grant. En 1998, Williams avait enregistré un troisième album sous son nom intitulé ‘’Somewhere Along the Way’’, qui avait été suivi en 2004 de ‘’Griot Libertè.’’ L’album avait été enregistré au célèbre studio de Rudy Van Gelder au New Jersey.

En 1999, Williams avait enregistré ‘’Live at the Montreux Jazz Festival’’ avec un quartet comprenant le pianiste Mulgrew Miller, le vibaphoniste Steve Nelson et le batteur Carl Allen. Même si la composition du groupe rappelait un peu le légendaire Modern Jazz Quartet, Williams avait tenu à préciser qu’il n’avait pas choisi ce format pour rendre hommage au groupe. Williams, qui appréciait particulièrement le vibaphone comme instrument, avait expliqué:

‘’It’s an instrument that I enjoy immensely. The vibes bring a different sound to the band. It gives us a different flavor. I like the romanticism of the vibes, and in my view it has what I call a great blendability, if that’s a word, with the rest of the instruments. I’m excited by the chance to have it in my band. The only problem with this new record is that this isn’t my working band. It’s really becoming difficult today to make records with even the same personnel from one time to the other, let alone have your regular group. My working band includes Miller on piano, Stefon Harris, a wonderful young vibes player, and Lenny White on drums. Steve Wilson, who is Gerald Wilson’s son, plays with us at times on alto and soprano sax. I really would love to be able to actually rehearse and record a series of records with this same band, but that’s just one of the problems with what’s happening today.’’

En juin 2008, Williams avait autoproduit un enregistrement digital intitulé ‘’Live Volume 1’’ qui était disponible exclusivement sous forme de téléchargement.

De 2010 à 2014, Williams avait fait une tournée avec le groupe 4 Generations of Miles, composé de Sonny Fortune, Mike Stern et Jimmy Cobb. Le groupe devait son nom à un concert et à un album publié en 2002 qui rendait hommage aux quatre générations du groupe de Miles Davis. Le groupe original comprenait Ron Carter à la contrebasse et George Coleman au saxophone ténor.

Également professeur, Williams avait fondé en 2013 la Buster Williams School of Music, une organisation à but non lucratif qui avait pour objectif de transmettre son héritage aux générations futures. Le projet faisait suite à une classe d’été que Williams avait donnée dans sa ville natale de Camden en 2012. À la même époque, le groupe Something More s’était produit au Festival de jazz de Portland et au Dimitriou's Jazz Alley avec une formation composée des anciens collègues de Williams avec le groupe Mwandishi, Bennie Maupin et Julian Priester, et des musiciens Cindy Blackman-Santana et George Colligan.

En 2013, Williams avait participé à une tournée en Europe avec le pianiste Eric Reed, le saxophoniste Bruce Williams et le batteur Joey Baron. En mars 2014, Williams avait fait une brève tournée en Europe avec le trio du pianiste Steve Kuhn. L’autre membre du groupe était le batteur Billy Drummond. En 2023, Williams avait publié l’album ‘’Unalome’’. Le titre de l’album faisait référence à la loi de la cause et de l’effet dans la religion bouddhiste dont Williams était un adhérent.

Reconnu par le Penguin Guide to Jazz on CD comme un des plus importants accompagnateurs du jazz moderne, Williams est également considéré comme un maître de l’harmonie, du contrepoint et de l’orchestration. Au cours de sa carrière, Williams a joué avec une copie d’une contrebasse Boosey & Hawkes du début du 19e siècle. Même s’il adorait la contrebasse, Williams appréciait également des spécialistes de la basse électrique comme Stanley Clarke, Jaco Pastorius, Anthony Jackson, Marcus Miller, Victor Wooten, Christian McBride et Derrick Hodge.

Refusant de se limiter à un rôle de chef d’orchestre ou d’accompagnateur, Williams se percevait d’abord et avant tout comme un contrebassiste. Il expliquait: ‘’I’m a bass player, front and center. When I’m working in a group, then the music gets defined and determined by the leader. The main reason I’ve decided now to concentrate on my own music is that I wanted to be the person determining what got played, how it was played and what it ultimately sounded like on the bandstand. That’s my focus now, to play my own music and emphasize my compositions.’’

Williams a collaboré avec plusieurs grands noms du jazz au cours de sa carrière, de Chet Baker à Count Basie, en passant par Art Blakey, Chick Corea, Miles Davis, Erroll Garner, Dexter Gordon, Herbie Hancock, Roy Ayers, Freddie Hubbard, Mary Lou Williams, Larry Coryell, Wynton Marsalis, Branford Marsalis, Sonny Rollins, Chick Corea, Kenny Barron, Jimmy Rowles, Hampton Hawes, Cedar Walton, Billy Taylor, Mulgrew Miller, Sonny Stitt, McCoy Tyner, Lee Konitz, Herbie Mann, The Jazz Crusaders, Bobby Hutcherson, Stanley Cowell, Steve Turre, Lee Morgan, Ron Carter, Joe Farrell, Sonny Fortune, Jimmy Cobb, Mike Stern, Kenny Burrell, Frank Morgan, Jimmy Heath, Harold Land, Herbie Mann, Frank Foster, Charlie Rouse, Stanley Turrentine, Roy Ayers, Woody Shaw, Benny Golson, Illinois Jacquet, Jimmy Heath, Gene Ammons, Hank Jones, Lee Morgan, Elvin Jones, Harold Mabern et Hamiet Bluiett. Williams avait également accompagné de nombreux chanteurs et chanteuses, dont Sathima Bea Benjamin, Shirley Horn, Betty Carter, Jonathan Schwartz, Nancy Wilson, Jean Baylor, Carmen McRae, Roseanna Vitro, Helen Merrill, Dakota Staton, Nnenna Freelon, Jon Lucien, Marguerite Mariama et Champian Fulton.

Particulièrement marqué par sa collaboration avec Sarah Vaughan, Sonny Rollins, Miles Davis, Dexter Gordon et Herbie Hancock, Williams avait commenté:

‘’There have been so many wonderful folk that I’ve worked with and played with over my years, but Sarah Vaughan was special. So were Sonny Rollins and Miles Davis, Dexter Gordon and, of course, Herbie Hancock. There are people who didn’t just teach you about music. They took you aside and taught you about life, about what it really means to play this music well, to actually have something to say on the bandstand. This was my true college, if you will, traveling and playing with all these great people.’’

Lorsqu’on avait demandé à Williams ce qu’il pensait de l’évolution du marché de la musique, il avait répondu:

‘’If I really answered that one the way I want to, it would take about seven books. Let’s just say that the scene has never been like it is today. There are so many elements in play that have nothing whatsoever to do with the music. I’ve always been an optimist, someone who saw the glass said it was half full, rather than saying it was half empty. It’s very interesting that in terms of the legitimacy of the music, you’ve got so many people in high places that don’t have any idea about what even constitutes musical quality. You’ve got these bureaucraties in place of gigs and in every situation, and in that way I’m a little bit disturbed. But you have to keep on fighting, no matter who’s supposedly in charge and whatever it is they try to tell you. I get upset sometimes because the real thing is being overlooked, and being assaulted by politics, economics and all the people who want to be part of the controlling forces. This isn’t something I sit around and complain about a lot, but it really something that anyone who’s been out here even a little bit can easily see.’’

La tête toujours remplie de projets, Williams avait ajouté:

‘’I still haven’t written my symphony yet. I would like to write some movies. Those two things are pretty much my goals, and I want to do everything in between as well. I never feel like I’ve arrived or that there’s nothing more for me to do. I don’t ever feel like things have brought me to some sort of stablemate. There’s always more things to do and more things to say, and that’s what I plan to continue doing as I’m capable.’’

Williams avait également collaboré à plusieurs bandes sonores de film et à des commerciaux pour la télévision (notamment pour Coca-Cola, Budweiser, la champagne Tott's, la compagnie d’assurances Prudential, Chemical Bank, Alpo Dog Food, le réseau de télévision HBO, Budweiser et Old Spice). Williams avait composé sa première bande sonore pour le cinéma dans le cadre d’une collaboration avec Quincy Jones dans le film ‘’Mackenna's Gold’’ de J. Lee Thompson en 1969. En 1981, Williams avait retrouvé le contrebassiste Ron Carter dans le film ‘’Le Choix des Armes’’ du réalisateur Alain Courneau mettant en vedette Yves Montand et Simone Signoret. Composée par Philippe Sarde, la musique du film avait été interprétée par le London Symphony Orchestra. Commentant sa participation au film, Williams avait précisé: ‘’"That film required quite a commute. I had to go back and forth to London at least once a month for six months, carrying my bass. They really got to know me at JFK and Heathrow.’’

Dans les années 1990, Williams avait collaboré avec Angelo Badalamenti dans le film de David Lynch ‘’Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me’’ (1992) et avec le trompettiste Terence Blanchard dans le cadre du film ‘’Clockers’’ (1995) de Spike Lee. Williams avait aussi fait quelques apparitions à la télévision, y compris avec le groupe du Tonight Show dirigé par Branford Marsalis, avec lequel il avait interprété cinq de ses propres compositions. Williams avait également accompagné le pianiste Erroll Garner dans le cadre de la même émission. Williams avait aussi fait des apparitions dans le Andy Williams Show (avec Nancy Wilson), le Joan Rivers Show, le Joey Bishop Show, le Mike Douglas Show et dans la série de télévision pour enfants Sesame Street aux côtés du chanteur Joe Williams. En 2004, Williams avait aussi interprété son propre rôle dans le film ‘’The Terminal’’ de Steven Spielberg aux côtés de Benny Golson, Nilke LeDonne et Carl Allen. Les arrangements et les compositions de Williams ont été enregistrés par de nombreux artistes dont Roy Ayers, Roy Hargrove, Art Blakey, Larry Coryell, Freddie Hubbard, Buck Hill, les Jazz Crusaders, Mary Lou Williams et Herbie Hancock.

Williams a remporté de nombreux honneurs au cours de sa carrière, dont un Min-On Art Award, un SGI Glory Award, un SGI Cultural Award et un RVC Corporation RCA Best Seller Award. Williams avait également remporté un prix Grammy pour l’album Love for Sale qu’il avait enregistré avec The Great Jazz Trio en 1980. Le groupe était composé de Hank Jones au piano et de Tony Williams à la batterie.

Aujourd’hui âgé de quatre-vingt-deux ans, Williams passe une retraite paisible dans sa ville natale de Camden, au New Jersey, avec son épouse Veronica. Familiarisés avec la religion boudhiste par sa soeur en 1972, Williams et son épouse s’étaient convertis au boudhisme Nichiren après que Veronica ait été victime d’une commotion dans un accident d’automobile. Williams était aussi membre de la Soka Gakkai International, une association boudhiste active sur la scène mondiale. L’album de 2004 ‘’Griot Libertè’’ était d’ailleurs inspiré d’un autre problème de santé dont avait été victime Veronica alors qu’elle avait récupéré d’un coma à la suite d’une crise cardiaque.

En 2021, le réalisateur Adam Kahan a rendu hommage à Williams dans le cadre di documentaire ‘’Buster Williams, From Bass to Infinity.’’

SOURCES:

‘’Buster Williams.’’ Wikipedia, 2023.

‘’Buster Williams.’’ All About Jazz, 2024.

‘’Buster Williams: Blendability.’’ Jazz Times, 18 avril 2021.

‘’Buster Williams discusses a life in time and making the most of it.’’ WRTI, 16 avril 2023.

#jazz

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db-gochifan · 2 years ago

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Remembrances

Characters: Bulla Briefs, Vegeta, Bulma Briefs, Trunks Briefs, Son Goku, Chi-Chi, Son Gohan and Son Goten. Summary: An old picture makes Vegeta feel nostalgic and he decides to tell his children and the Son family some stories about his childhood. [This is my very belated contribution for Saiyan Day] A few things you need to know about this story: - Goku didn't come to Earth at an early age, he actually lived with his biological parents and brother for a few years. - The age gap between the siblings (Trunks & Bulla and Gohan & Goten) is much shorter, only 3 years. - I didn't get into the stories Vegeta told because I wanted to tell them in a separate one. Cross-posted on AO3 and FFN

Little Bulla was walking down the hall that led to the bedrooms at Capsule Corp. Curious and observant as she was, it didn’t take her long to notice the door from her parents’ room was slightly open and she walked in. She was absolutely stunned with all the decoration and spent a few minutes observing everything around her until she decided to open one of the drawers from the chest of drawers. The first thing she saw was a picture of her father much younger and she raised her eyebrows with surprise, at the same time a smile appeared on her lips. With a lot of effort due to being shorter than the bed, she managed to climb on it and sat down with her legs crossed. She quickly grabbed the photo again.

“Bulla!” Vegeta yelled her name while he walked through the house. “Where are you? It’s time to feed the cat.”

“Can’t find her?” Bulma asked when he walked into the kitchen.

“No. But she was here a minute ago. She’s so fast she just disappears if you don’t keep an eye on her.”

“The front door is locked, right?”

“It is, I just checked it. Besides, she’s not tall enough to reach for the knob. We’re safe.”

“Good.” She sighed with relief. “Then why don’t you try to feel her ki? She’s near, no matter where she is, so it shouldn’t be that hard.”

“You’re right.” He closed his eyes to concentrate on her energy and vanished in the following second.

“Papa?” She hid the photo below her when he appeared in the room, but he was faster.

“So that’s where you’ve been hiding.” He sat down near her and picked her up, placing her on his legs. Then he reached for the photo and held in between his index and middle fingers, looking at it intently. “Bulla?”

“Yes, papa.” She said reluctantly, fearing she was going to be lectured on for sneaking into his bedroom without asking for permission.

“Where did you find this picture?”

“I…”

“Did you open any of drawers without asking?”

“I’m sorry, papa!” She buried her head on his chest and tugged on his red sleeveless shirt and started crying. “Please don’t be angry. I don’t want to be grounded.”

“You won’t be grounded, I promise.” He stroked the top of her hair softly. “But you shouldn’t do that again, so this will be our little secret, okay?”

“Okay!” She exclaimed quickly. “Papa, that’s you in the picture, isn’t it?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“I have never seen a photo of you as a child. Is this your brother?” Bulla pointed to another child in the picture.

“That’s right. His name’s Tarble and he’s my younger brother.”

“How come I haven’t met him before?”

“That’s because he doesn’t live on Earth. I haven’t seen him in many, many years.”

“You don’t miss him?”

“Of course I do. I miss him everyday.”

“I’d like to meet him someday.” Bulma spoke from the door and the duo looked at her. She walked in and sat down, with Trunks in her arms.

“I have no idea where he is or what he’s doing right now.”

“But you can always find out. I’m sure I can come up with a solution if you want.”

“I’m not sure I do.”

“Papa.” Bulla looked at him with a sad expression.

****

Bulma walked into their bedroom after taking a shower. She was drying her blue hair with a pink towel and spotted Vegeta on their bed with his legs stretched and holding the photo in his hand.

“Bulla really got to you, didn’t she? You haven’t let go of this photo all day.”

“Has it been that long?” He asked so absentmindedly and quietly he barely seemed to register the words coming out of his mouth.

“What’s going on?” She sat down beside him. “You miss your brother, don’t you?”

“I’m not sure. I haven’t seen him in a long time. I mean, in a very long time. I’m not even sure he’s still alive.”

“I have no doubt he is.” Bulma placed her hand over his softly and smiled when he looked at her with his eyebrows raised. “He’s a prince, just like you. I’m sure he wouldn’t give up that easily as well.”

“For sure.”

“Did you get along as children?”

“Most of the times, yes. We used to fight each other and see which one was the strongest.”

“Just like Trunks and Goten do it sometimes.” Suddenly her face lit up. “Why don’t you tell the kids what it was like to live on Planet Vegeta and about your childhood? I’m sure they will enjoy it.”

“Tell Trunks and Bulla about it?”

“And Gohan and Goten too. Goku is bringing them over tomorrow to spend the day with our children. They will love it.”

“I’m not that good at storytelling.” He looked down at the photo.

“Don’t be silly. Trunks and Bulla adore it when you tell them bedtime stories. I tried to do it myself, but they don’t like it.”

“Nah, I think they’ll be bored by it.”

“I don’t believe it in the slightest. I think the four of them will be so amazed by it. Just you wait and see.”

“Maybe.”

“Trust your wife’s words.” Bulma placed her hand on his shoulder and winked at him when he looked at her.

“Alright.” He turned to his left and put the picture over his bedside table. “I’ll trust you.”

****

The first thing Goku did after arriving at Capsule Corp the next morning was stretching his legs, like he usually does before fighting. He’d much rather have raveled on kintoun, but Chi-Chi insisted they should drive.

“Cars are so small and tight. Honestly, how can you move on them?”

“You’re not supposed to.” Chi-Chi said. “Not the way you did, though. The kids behaved better than you.”

“It’s not my fault I can’t stand being in the same position for a long time. Plus, it was a long trip by car. It’s much faster on kintoun.”

“It’s too small for all of us. I can’t risk having our kids fall down from it.”

“They won’t fall, I promise.”

“Come on, mommy.” Goten tugged on her dress. “I want to fly on kintoun.”

“One day, son.” She ruffled his hair. “When you’re old enough.”

“Not fun.” He pouted as they walked inside Capsule Corp.

The sun was almost setting when Vegeta walked towards the large yard at Capsule Corp with an album in his hand. That didn’t go unnoticed by Goku, and the Saiyan approached him right away.

“What’s this?”

“It’s a photo album with some pictures from my childhood.”

“What?” Goku blinked with surprised. “You have pictures of yourself as a child?”

“That’s right.” Vegeta opened the album and showed him the first page.

“I can’t believe people from our planet had cameras.”

“Even though it’s nowhere near the one we have here, we had modern technology there.”

“Wow, this is so cool! Is that my brother?”

“The one and only.”

“I had no idea you were friends.”

“We weren’t. Your father was the leader of the soldier team on our planet and often had to go to our castle. Raditz was with him sometimes. I was the prince of the Saiyans, do you really think I would be friends with low class warriors like your brother or you?”

“Right. So tell me, how did you get all these pictures to fill a photo album if planet Vegeta was destroyed?”

“I was able to take this with me after I left the planet.” He pulled out a scouter Goku knew quite well from his pocket. “This one had a camera in the display, but there were just two or three of them. So they were really rare. To be honest, for a moment it seemed all of them were lost, but Bulma worked on it relentlessly and found a way to retrieve all the photos.”

“Wow, that’s impressive. I’m not surprised that Bulma managed to revert the situation. She can fix or build anything.”

“That’s my wife.” He said with pride.

“So what are you going to do with this photo album? I’m very curious to know.”

“You will in a few seconds.”

Bulla was sitting on Vegeta’s right, looking curiously at her father opening the photo album in front of them. Trunks was on his left and Goku and his sons were sitting across them; all of them also curious to know what it was all about.

“Papa, what are you going to do?” She looked from the object to him and then back at it.

“I’m going to tell a story.”

“A story? But it’s not time to sleep yet.”

“This isn’t a bed time story, princess.” He said with a smile. “I’m going to tell a story about when I was a child, a little older than you.”

“So, like Trunks?”

“That’s right.” He looked at his older child and ruffled his hair shyly. “I… We used to live in another planet before we moved to Earth.”

“That’s so cool!” Goten exclaimed and looked up at Goku. “Do you remember it, daddy?”

“Vaguely, I was only a toddler before I was sent here.”

“That was before our planet was exploded by an evil creature and we had to find refugee somewhere.”

“That’s so sad.” Gohan shivered at the image in his mind. “People can be so cruel.”

“That’s true. But they can also be good, son.” Goku sat on the grass and Goten immediately sat on his lap. “Let’s listen to the story, okay? I’m kinda curious to know about it too. Hopefully it will unlock some of my memories.”

****

“There you are.” Bulma walked into the large balcony and crossed it to get where her husband was. “Dinner is ready.”

“I’ll be right there.”

“What are you looking at? Is there a new constellation or something?”

“No, the sky is still the same.”

“Then what’s going on?”

“I was just thinking about my old planet.” Vegeta looked down.

“Today was a very emotional day, huh? I hadn’t realized how much you missed it.”

“I miss mostly my brother.”

“Why don’t we visit them then?”

“That’s impossible. I have no idea where he is.”

“You’re right.” The blue haired woman said absentmindedly; her mind already working frantically on something to revert the situation.

****

“Goku, dinner is… Goku?” Chi-Chi peeked into the living room and then looked at Gohan, who was helping her make dinner. “Have you seen your father?”

“He was here just now… I don’t remember seeing him leaving.”

“Goten isn’t around either. They must have gone training until we finished cooking.”

“They are nearby, I can feel their ki very strong. They are on the roof.”

“What?” She blinked in surprise. “Why would they be there, out of all places?”

“I have no idea.” He shrugged before walking outside, followed closely by her.

“Daddy, you’ve been looking at the sky for quite a while, but it looks the same as always.” Goten looked from the sky above to his father and shook his arm. “Daddy! Are you listening to me?”

“What?” Goku shook his head and looked at him. “We’ll be right there.”

“Huh? Where are we going?”

“Isn’t it what you asked?”

“No! I said I couldn’t find anything wrong in the sky. You couldn’t stop staring at it.”

“Oh.”

“Goku, Goten, what are you…? Gohan?” Chi-Chi immediately stopped talking when she felt her son’s arms around her body to pick her up. “What are you doing?”

“We’re going up there too.”

“What?! Did you see how our roof is like? It’s dangerous.”

“Don’t worry about it. We won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Okay.” She replied rather uneasily and tried not to look down at she sat on the highest part of their house. “What were you two doing here?”

“We were supposed to train, but surprisingly daddy didn’t want to.”

“Are you sick?” She put the back of her hand on Goku’s forehead, to check his temperature. “You never pass on the opportunity to train with someone.”

“There’s a first time for everything, I suppose.”

“I get it. You are thinking about the time you lived on planet Vegeta as well, aren’t you?”

“I am.” He nodded and put his arm around her when she lied down beside him. “All the stories he told us today made me remember the times where I or Raditz would reunite after a long mission. Those were such fun times.”

“Seems like you and your brother got along just fine.”

“We really did. I looked up at him a lot.”

“Hey, Gohan.” Goten suddenly stood up and ran to the edge of the roof, looking over his shoulder. “Wanna play tag?”

“Absolutely!” Gohan stood up and ran after his brother, who had just flown down to the ground.

“Does that mean you regret coming here?”

“Not for a second.” Goku shook his head and Chi-Chi could tell there was a smile on his face while he spoke. “This is my home now.”

“I’m happy to hear that.” She sat up and embraced her knees.

“If I hadn’t come here when I was a child…” He followed her suit and moved her long black hair away from her face, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “I wouldn’t have met you. I’d say I’m pretty lucky.”

“I like the sound of that. Likewise.” She turned to look at him and they shared a passionate kiss. “I’m glad we met.”

“So am I. I love this little family we have.”

“Me too. It isn’t always easy to raise children, but I think we’re doing a great job. Our sons are really nice.”

“They are.”

“What are you thinking about?” She raised her eyebrows when she noticed the cheeky grin on his lips. “Everytime you smile like this, I know you’re up to something or wants to have sex with me.”

Goku bent forward to look at Gohan and Goten playing around. “The boys are having so much fun, don’t you think?”

“Yes.” Chi-Chi’s voice was a little shaky with the realization of how high they were. She barely seemed to register his strong arms wrapping around her until they were standing on their feet. “Goku, what are you doing?”

“I thought we could join them. We can have two teams, us against them.”

“You’re always surprising me.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and hid her face on his chest. “That sounds fun, I’m in.”

“Is there room for two more people in this game?”

“Absolutely!”

“Daddy…” Goten approached Goku and looked up at him with his index finger on his chin and a curious expression. “Are you leaving us to go to your old planet?”

“Not at all, Goten.” He picked him up and placed him on his large shoulder. “I’m already on my planet, so I don’t have a reason to leave. You don’t have to worry about that.”

“Good.” He slid down to the ground and ran towards his older brother. “So it’s gonna be us against you.”

“That sounds perfect to me.”

“Yeah, but I must warn you should get ready to lose because mom and I make a great duo.”

“That’s true. So get ready because we’re coming for you.” She started running after their boys, laughing.

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poltergeist-coffee · 1 year ago

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I take my eyes off him for a moment

I TAKE MY EYES OF FOREVER FOR A MOMENT AND THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS TO HIM

YOU DON'T JUST NAME A STREAM "THE END 1/3", FOREVER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

No, don't you hit Richas, filho da mãe, STOP SHOOTING YOU BASTARD

Forever likes to play with our hearts

Mah boi what are you doing?

He's NeverPlayer now?

"I don't care what's happens with this body, it's not mine anyway"

What do you mean?

HOST?

WHAT IS THAT THING ON HIM?

GET OFF MY CUBITO TU HIJO DE TU PUTA MADRE

WHAT LIST ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT???????

DON'T SHOOT RICHAS, YOU KEEP THAT GUN AWAY FROM MY SON

His eyes glow:0

"imagine that I'm petting your head right now"

My man is full on villain arc

YAAAAAAAAAAAS

STOP SHOOTING MY EGG

HE TRIED TO HUG HIM NOOOO

My boy:(

Why is he so interested in Quackity?

Ah yes, dramatic music, we love those

Wait, is that the Judas thing????

"Não existe mais essa porra de democracia"(there is no such thing as this fucking democracy anymore. )

- Player, Forever 2023

Dictator arc????

And now he is destroying that... place where there was the voting sistem

Forever, you need to learn with Fit to explode things

"This looks way better"

I mean... you could've have destroyed what remained

"He might be weak, but he had a good idea"

"Looks like it's time for us to start opening this place and put each of them in their proper place"

Or something like that

And he ends the stream

Filho de quenga

But he really got into character with that makeup

This reminds me of the happy pills arc... say what you want about him, but he put a lot of effort, he kept that smile the whole stream, of his face didn't hurt after it I don't know anymore

But, you got a formula 1 au? 👁

Interesting... if you have something to say about it feel free to ramble I will love to hear about it or any au you have amything to say:D

AlsoI ended up making Pepito be the favorite egg of a friend of mine, he don't even watch qsmp, but he has to deal with me talking about it:D

Pepito my beloved

But I guess my other friend was right about not trusting Richarlyso with a drugged... look how my cubito is

I just opened the stream, got happy because I saw a lot of eggs, and then got confused:D

Back to my original form: eternally confused about anything

- 🍽

Watch as the local anon of your askbox has a mental breakdown over a square character and his sentient egg son

QFOREVEVER WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU DD: EVIL CUCURRUCHO YOU WILL FUCKING PAY FOR THIS!! THE FEDERATION FUCKING SENT FOREVER TO THE NETHER AND HE GOT CORRUTPED IF THEY NEVER FUCKING TOLD HIM TO GO THERE THIS NEVER WOULD HAVE HAPPENED WE NEED T GET RID OF THE FEDERATION RIGHT FUCKING NOW I SWEAR TO GOOOOD!!!!

ccforever is so dedicated to the roleplay its insane his acting is also insane. I LOVE THAT HE DRESSES UP THO AND PUTS ON MAKE UP TO MATCH HIS CUBIT ITS SOOO GOOD I LVOE IT!! I LOVE THAT HE UTALIZES FACECAM FOR STUFF LIKE THIS ITS SO :")) <3333333 so much lov to him hes so cool i hope he knows how cool he is.

that being said if he kills qforever canonically and can't come back i will be so very upset and be sending him a very strongly worded dm about how sad its going to make me /j...........

I HAD A SILLY THROY what if romero richas and evil cucurucho/the virus posessing forever are connected? mostly becausee they both made it and said they dont care about their host being hurt. romero richas was always bleeding and even painted with richas blood and richas was scared that he wakes up covered in new bruises and blood!! and now the visus/@v@ is saying that it doest care if forever is hurt because he's just a body? even if they're not related i think its an interesting thing!! they both parallel? like father like son lmao

-- -- -- FORMULA 1 AU IS SO SILLY KJNAVJAK its very self indulgent its just pacman duo :3c etoiles is a announcer for f1 and pac is a racer!! mike is part of the pit crew/pac's manager as well. i like pactoiles so it is romantic and basically just pac and etoiles being silly and maybe flirting because kajsnvjkas sillyyyy. like pac always getting a little flustered when etoiles interviews him after races or gushes to mike about hwo cute he thiks etoiles is and stuff like that :>>

YAAAA WE LOVE PEPITO <33 pepito is so baby. pepito is the smallest little egg ever and i adore pepito for that <33 the admin of pepito is so good at playing a little kid :"))

YEAAH BRO i was watching tubbo and then he opened the player list to show ALMOST ALL THE EGGS I WAS SO CONFUSED JKSANVJKASD the forever lore is suppoe to be three streams in totla (judging by his stream title) so im very nervous abotu that it could mean or what more will happen :((

#✉️ asks or whatever #🍽️ anon

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it’s not what I wanted but now I‘m starting to picture season 4, Bo calls Din back to Mandalore for a mission of some sort, and he comes of course all happy with his new life and excited to see her again, but when he meets Bo she seems cold? kinda distant? she doesn’t call him Din but uses more formal titles, just kinda assigns him the mission like he is any other mandalorian, maybe with some passive remark like „do this, then you can get back to your life on nevarro“. And all in a scene mirroring this season when he first approaches her and she sits alone in this huge castle. she wouldn’t be alone this time but all her guards etc. would stand far from her throne at a distance, the visual would be the same as before.

And Din brushes it off, like oh she’s just being the leader, that’s how she has to act. But it continues on the mission, and even when they find themselves alone, there’s just this distance between them all the time and even now that they’re together again it just seems to be growing.

And then eventually Din does really notice and start to worry, and at some point he actually says something and Bo probably brushes it off at first, but then it spills out, like at the end of the episode or an episode after. And essentially it goes that Din thought their mission was done, all‘s well that ends well, they got mandalalore back, she got the throne, the mandalorians have their home again, it’s everything she wanted, it’s everything he wanted, so what’s the issue? and yes he vowed to serve her, but he’s no politician, he‘d be no use to her on mandalore (he thinks) and he’s been doing what he does best to protect them from imperial remnants, and he came when he was called. But Bo doesn’t see it that way.

„It’s been two years Din, two years since I last saw you. For two years you just up and vanished into the galaxy. What did you think would happen? Mandalore hasn’t been all easy, there’s still conflict, there’s still struggle, and I’ve been down here holding it together while you’re out there playing bounty hunter. We were supposed to rebuild it together, we were stronger together but you… left me and I was all alone, again. You said you would serve me until my song was written so why did you leave when I needed you most? Was… was it a lie?“

and maybe Din aks like „why didn’t you stop me? if you‘d told me to stay I would have“ „Had you said the word, I would have left the Jedi Order.“ okay that doesn’t really work here, but I wanted to add it somewhere, with a little work this can feel like Obitine if they had actually spoken their feelings before it was too late

but anyway Din realizes that it was never really his skills she needed, neither as a warrior fighting for them in the outer rim, nor as a political advisor of some sort, she just needed him, just Din Djarin, and then he basically renews his vow, during a keldabe kiss actually, and promises that they would go back together, and bonus points if (as he sees that she’s still kinda scared and hesitant to trust him again) at the end he actually removes his helmet and says the last part looking into her eyes, and then they can follow up with an actual kiss too and steamy makeout session

but yeah that’s my idea, essentially Din left because he wasn’t needed and Bo didn’t stop him because she felt like it wasn’t her place. and I actually see why they didn’t keep Din on Mandalore this season because they’re very adamant about keeping the status quo with weekly bounty hunting adventures of the father and son duo, which I think is boring but apparently some people actually do want that and they also actively said that that’s why they refused to give the season 2 finale any emotional weight or real impact on the story and basically retconned it on a different show. I‘m not salty at all what do you mean? but anyway I think I heard somewhere that season 4 may be the last so I think it could work this time.

also yes you absolutely can read this as autistic Din, in fact I encourage it.

oh and then at the end they have a shot of Din and Bo and Grogu walking into the throne room together, just to resolve that whole visual plotline lol

Can I just say how freaking mad I am that Din skipped the ceremony in the forge? WHY??? What was the reason? He had to do what exactly that was so time sensitive that he could not stay? Literally the whole season was about rebuilding all together and then he skipped at the first forced/given opportunity?

Also Bo looked so sad at the end without her boys 😥

I was mad about that too! I don't understand why the writers didn't decide to include Din standing there, supporting his gf, and taking an important step into making good on his promise to rebuild mandalore with her!! (Praying that this gets resolved in s4)

Bo did look really sad. She needs the Djarin clan there!

#dinbo #the mandalorian

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ellewritesandrants · 2 years ago

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What do you think about mtf billy?? I'm obsessed with it، really It's sooooo perfect for me☠️.

I generally see Billy as more genderfluid and non-binary but to be honest, it could go either way if Billy was trans.

The hypermasculinity Billy portrays could come off as maybe masking if they were ftm and it could also be their forced state of being if they were mtf and trying to be the man Neil wanted to mold them into. I usually lean to gender neutrality when I write unless I want to experiment with the effect that a change of gender would have but maybe I should take this as a sign to explore that area more?

Anyway, you can probably guess I like all of these options but mtf Billy really does fit what little we know about him. It would also be really fun to have mtf Billy and ftm Max as a dynamic brother and sister duo because I think it would honestly be so fun to explore that and to see how his partner/s would react to his transition. Or to even just explore how that would work, especially since they’d have to both be out of Hawkins and/or away from Neil for it to work.

I would imagine it to be something more like this.

In a more modern world, Little Billy grew up wanting to be like his mother, the beautiful, soft-spoken and kind woman that she was. He was always trailing behind her, watching her put on her makeup and wearing her jewelry and for some reason, some part of him desperately wanted to do it too.

So, she would indulge him whenever Neil was out on work trips, making her little sunshine even more beautiful that he already was and allowing him to make believe in her dresses.

One night, Neil came home from work early to find the son he’d always wanted, dressed in his wife’s clothes and wearing makeup. Not even his son’s pleads stopped him from beating his wife into the ground before he beat his son just as bad, before dragging him into the car and taking him far away.

Billy never saw his mom again and he never dared pick up anything remotely girly in fear of being beaten like his mom had been.

Billy was still regularly beaten but as long as he was the boy his dad wanted him to be all while doing all of the girly things like cooking and laundry, it never got to the point of broken bones. But then, everything changed when his father met Susan.

All of a sudden, Billy was relegated to being an older brother instead of having to keep the house and he had no idea how to do that without being beaten by Neil for being too girly if he joined Max in her shit.

So, he got Max into skateboarding and arcade games and he was still beaten for treating Susan’s precious little girl like a boy, possibly even turning her into a dyke since normal little girls didn’t like those kinds of things.

Eventually, Neil grew to tolerate how tough Max was compared to other girls, but even that didn’t spare Billy from his father’s wrath. No matter what Billy did he was still beaten. He was still wrong. He would never be accepted and he realized it.

Billy rebelled for once, not too badly that his father would actually kill him but he dared to get his ears pierced along with Maxine’s when he was told to get hers done. Neil had beaten him black and blue but that hadn’t stopped him from actually smiling at his reflection in the mirror for once when he had his mom’s dangly earrings on.

It all came to a head when Max was suspended for fighting, something proper little girls didn’t do so she must’ve learned it from her older brother who cared more about reading and his grades like a pansy instead of how much he could lift.

Neil was sick of his kids not listening to him so he uprooted them both, telling Billy in no uncertain terms that there would be no more of that bullshit choir and nerd club type of shit and that he would get on the basketball team and be a real man here.

Max had begged Billy to play along, just like she would because she was sick and tired of seeing him being hurt and not being able to do a thing about it.

Ever since they met, there was a silent kinship and understanding between them that they weren’t like other people and Billy did everything he could to let Max be Max instead of who his dad wanted Maxine to be.

If Billy wasn’t allowed to be who he was, he would at least try to let Max be who she really wanted to be even if it got him beat.

So, Billy put on this character of the big bad bastard from California who was all chainsmoking, lifting weights, drinking and flirting even if Billy hated every second of it. The only thing that made it worth it was being able to show off his skin and making it so that Neil wasn’t able to leave any visible marks anymore. Billy forced himself to beat the keg record, very well versed in being held upside down and in being forced to drink.

Neil had been the first to thrust a drink into Billy’s hand even if he was underage to prove he was a real man on his first birthday after Neil forced him to leave his mom behind. His birthday gift then was a bottle of beer, to be chugged like a man and not sipped on like a pansy.

Billy quickly learned how to down alcohol like a champ and to build up his tolerance because God only knew what his father would do to him if he was a lightweight.

With Billy playing along to the son Neil always wanted, Max was given a little bit more leeway. Billy had secretly maintained his grades, avoided the D&D Club he desperately wanted to join and he challenged the fallen King Steve to hide the fact that he was starting to feel like he didn’t want to be a guy anymore. If being a guy meant all of this bullshit, he wanted out but that wasn’t an option under Neil’s roof.

So, Billy developed the basketball skills he didn’t like to have, much preferring his yoga and surfing to the trash talking and extremely physical sports that his dad favored. Billy learned to drink hard and party harder while always making sure he was still in control of his body.

He flirted with girls even if he didn’t necessarily want to be with them but more of wanted to be like them. He hid, and he hid and he pretended to be someone he wasn’t all up until he got tired and when he got tired, he slipped up.

Of course, it would be on one of the rare times he actually liked the way he looked in the mirror, ready to head out to meet his friend, Heather for dinner only to be met with his dad’s angry glare and the question of where Max was.

Max had been so good at keeping out of trouble but even she had to slip up and Billy would once again have to pay for it.

One anxiety and cringe-inducing interaction with a woman old enough to be his mother, he got a solid lead as to where the little shitbird was hiding.

It was honestly a big surprise to see his teammate, former King of Hawkins High, Steve Harrington outside but Billy didn’t pay him any mind. He was here to get Max and get home so his punishment wouldn’t get any worse than it already would be.

Even just walking up, he could see Max’s eyes widening at the forming bruise on his cheek before Max ran to what he assumed was the door. Of course, Steve had to stop Billy but Billy didn’t have any time for this.

As soon as he opened the door, Max came barreling into his arms, apologizing for not thinking about the consequences of her actions much to the absolute surprise of the kids she was with.

As soon as Max was composed, they barraged her with questions, asking her what the hell was going on and why the fuck she was leaving in the middle of all of this. Billy didn’t understand what the hell was going on but his heart was warmed when Max said that she had to go because Billy needed her more than they need her.

Of course, Billy didn’t know he was in for the surprise of his life when one of the kids opened the refrigerator door and out fell an alien creature straight out of the sci-fi books Billy lived to read.

The kids called it demodogs, prompting Billy to ask if that was a D&D reference which led to some questioning about what he knew about D&D.

The kids basically explained what their whole town had been going through using D&D terms, confusing Max and helping Billy understand what the fuck was going on.

Since Billy had secretly always wanted to be the hero in a sci-fi book, he convinced Max that they should stay and help out since he’d be punished anyway and it might as well be for saving the world.

The sibling duo ended up helping the rest of the Party with the demodogs and with torching the tunnels, forever changing Billy’s image with the teens and for Steve Hargrove.

They were all witness to how caring Billy was with Max and how overprotective he really was, forcing all of them to wear their seatbelts before he drove off.

He even took up the back and he helped get everyone out of the tunnels except for Steve who didn’t want to leave him alone down there to die. Thankfully, they all survived with Billy dropping the kids off at the Byers house before heading home to his punishment.

All in all, it didn’t really change much in the grand scheme of things expect for some Godforsaken reason, Steve and Billy became friends, making Steve popular again through Billy’s influence.

Billy also forced Steve to give a shit about his schoolwork since the blond was a secret nerd who bullied the Party into getting good grades like Max.

Ever since Billy revealed he knew D&D, the kids had been begging him to join them in a campaign, especially when they wanted to teach Max and El the rules of game.

It had warmed Billy’s heart to see Max become close to El, something he had never seen coming but even if the two girls were somewhat polar opposites in style, they ended up becoming best friends which kind of protected Max from Neil if ever Billy left since El was the Chief of Police’s daughter.

Billy even helped all of them with their looks for the Snow Ball, weirdly becoming especially close with El who bonded with him over having a bad Papa. El had offered to ask Hopper to deal with Neil but Billy didn’t want to risk Max’s future for his safety so he told El that he would endure for Max until El would need to step in.

With Billy’s help, Steve was able to get into a few colleges and come summer, Steve was ready to spend his last summer in Hawkins working at the new mall while his new best friend was spending the summer at the community pool playing lifeguard like Steve used to do. The mall paid better and Steve didn’t feel comfortable with pools after what happened with Barb so he referred Billy as his replacement.

The summer had passed fairly quickly for most of the kids since there wasn’t much to do in Hawkins. Dustin had gone to a science camp while Will had started therapy.

Lucas was working on his basketball skills, helped by Billy and Steve occasionally after he got the courage to ask them for some help. Mike was stuck being a loner since El had dumped him as soon as she became friends with Max.

It had been one of the biggest surprises in Billy’s life to see Max actually get a real girl friend since she’d only ever been comfortable with guys before.

Billy had willingly brought them to the mall several times a week so he could hang with Steve while they shopped. El was more of the typical girly girl while Max would usually choose pieces that kind of toed the line between masculine and feminine just so that Neil and Susan wouldn’t get on her case.

Soon, the kids would be heading into their first year of high school with Billy entering his last year, already planning on using his influence to shield the kids from the worst of it.

Of course, things don’t always go to plan since Billy was propositioned by the same creepy mom he’d had to flirt with to meet him at the motel slightly out of town.

He hadn’t planned to go at all but guilt and anxiety forced him to try to go out there and explain that he didn’t particularly go for women her age. He’d ended up getting into a slight car accident where he ended up possessed by the Mind Flayer.

The first thing Billy did after being flayed was head home because he was going to get an earful for not picking up Max and forcing Hopper to drop her off at their home.

When he arrived, it was just Neil and Susan and Billy was powerless to watch as the monster that got him got his parents when Neil went to slap him. They’d quickly set a trap but Max had seen through it and Billy had gotten enough control to tell Max to run away.

Thankfully, El and Hopper were just down the road and El was able to come back and deal with the Mindflayer with Billy’s help, leaving him feeling even more uncomfortable with his body after losing control over it.

He’d went to mall to tell Steve what happened only to get involved with the plot with Russians and beating up some communists with the strength he hated since he apparently still had some leftover from the monster who controlled him, all so El could shut the gate and stop this horror from happening again.

It was the last straw for Billy Hargrove who had just lost his parents, been possessed and lost control of his body. He didn’t want to be big, bad, Billy Hargrove anymore. Billy wanted to be Willow Carter, daughter of Sarah Carter and sister of Max Mayfield.

Steve had been the first person Willow had told and while he hadn’t understood at first, he was still supportive of her, even of her plans to leave for California.

Of course, she couldn’t just straight up and leave. The government wanted to know how in the hell Willow survived possession and gained powers.

She’d agreed to cooperate as long as the government funded her transition and her little brother’s transition as soon as Max had the courage to come out to her once Willow had started her transition.

The government agents had actually advised against transitioning after the possession but it was Willow’s way of reclaiming her body and there was no force on Earth that could stop her.

The scientists hadn’t been able to convince her to stay in Hawkins but instead, they offered her and Max an apartment and a pretty big payout if they would stay within the vicinity of another lab in California, specifically where the Byer-Hoppers were also moving after dealing with all of the bad things Hawkins has thrown their way.

Max would get to keep her best friend and Willow and Max would get to be one step closer to home and to being their authentic selves.

In California, the siblings blossomed. Willow was damn near radiant in the sun, teaching the younger kids how to surf all while Jonathan watched in awe of his new friend and definitely new crush.

The Hopper-Byers had been some of the first people to know about Max and Willow’s transitioning all because they were all in the same boat and while it had been pretty hard for Hopper to understand at first, everyone was supportive of the siblings.

Steve continued to write to and occasionally call Willow, keeping her updated about the goings on in Hawkins while she did the same about Lenora Hills.

With Willow no longer spending every free waking hour exercising, she had lost some muscle mass especially after the unnecessary hospitalization, making her more lithe and fit.

She and Max had gone immediately for chest surgery as soon as the option was available to them and the pair had gotten a few other cosmetic procedures done to make them look the way they wanted to look.

It had been Jonathan’s absolute pleasure to document their transition and to see Willow blossom into the beautiful woman that she was becoming.

Without her father’s influence, Willow was free to be as girly as she wanted to be, exploring makeup and returning to yoga and pilates.

She’d even gotten a few lessons from her stripper friends on how to dance and move around the pole and how she could reclaim her sexuality and sensuality through movement.

Sure, the pair would occasionally draw stares but Willow still had a mean glare and relatively big biceps so no one was willing to confront them.

The idiots who tried only got verbally eviscerated before being threatened physically which had them turning tail 100% of the time, too afraid to deal with Willow beating them into the ground with Hopper in the background with a hand on his gun as backup.

Willow had also reconnected with her old best friend, Argyle who hadn’t blinked at his bro turned into his sis and this led to Jonathan finding his new best friend in Argyle.

The three of them did everything together, even comforting Jonathan when Nancy broke up with him. Their lives in California were great and peaceful with the teens happily adjusting to their new atmosphere together with the help of the older teens who eased the way with Willow’s glares and Argyle’s kind nature.

Of course, the peace doesn’t last forever and they’re soon dragged back to Hawkins to deal with the bastard who started it all. While Will was less connected to the Upside Down, Willow had become more sensitive to it, all too aware of when Henry had gotten his first kill, informing everyone of what happened so they could leave for Hawkins as soon as possible.

With spring break literally just starting, Willow would race ahead with Will, Max and El while the Byer-Hoppers would make a pitstop to grab a friend of theirs who might be able to help as well as Kali who El insisted be involved.

They make Hawkins in good time, with Willow explaining all she knew from the MindFlayer which triggers El into remembering what happened on the way there.

Some government agents try to take El but Willow doesn’t let them, outmaneuvering their cars and speeding away from whatever bastard tried to trail her. One of them managed to come near during an unexpected stop but all of the pent up fury and the cocktail of hormones Willow was on led to the agent being down with just one punch.

When they arrive, no one is able to reconcile Willow with Billy Hargrove, surprising her best friend, Steve Harrington and intriguing the new guy on their team, Eddie Munson.

Willow immediately recognized the patches on his jacket and the Hellfire club shirt he was rocking which made Eddie fall in love at first sight again.

Steve on the other hand, had already had one bisexuality crisis aided by Robin about Billy and now he felt like he was about to have another one because of Willow.

Anyway, with the additional manpower, they were able to make a better plan of action, resulting in them being able to stop Vecna/Henry Creel once and for all.

It had felt really good for Willow to be able to use the gun shooting lessons her dad had forcibly dragged her to at too young of an age to kill the bastard who had essentially killed who she used to be. It also felt really good to be able to be the hero for once, saving Eddie from dying after he did an amazing rendition of Master of Puppets.

Afterwards, they managed to take down Dr. Brenner and expose the government project so that it would all be over. The California crew spent the rest of Spring Break in Hawkins, with Max reconnecting with Lucas as his authentic self while Lucas still blushed and stammered around him.

Willow, on the other hand, had been constantly split between Steve, Eddie and Jonathan who were all weirdly competing over who got to spend the most time with her.

Eddie had even promised to move down to California once he graduated and Steve, not willing to be one-upped, applied to transfer to the college that Willow had been planning to attend that Jonathan was already accepted in. It had felt exceedingly weird to return to their normal lives after but it was satisfying to know that there was no more danger from the Upside Down that might be able to wreck their lives.

Instead, Willow had to deal with the petty struggle of figuring out who her boyfriend/s were and how polyamory worked. In that regard, she envied her little brother who had gotten the hang of his relationship with El and with Lucas immediately under control.

However, Willow was just happy that she and Max were able to live their lives authentically and be happy doing it.

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A/N: So, I don't remember when or why I deleted some of these chapters to Hidden, but I did. Now I'm reposting them again.

Not So Great Timing (Prologue)

Y/N didn't know her father as much as she wanted. When her father left her for his new family, they had very little contact. Anytime she asked about him, her mother would quickly refuse to tell her about the man. Little did Y/N know, she was much like her father.

When Y/N was 19 she joined the Navy, where she met the love of her life. Y/N and Levi were in the same rank, and they fought together. They grew quickly as friends, and eventually into something more. When she was 21, she had to leave the Navy because she became pregnant. Levi didn't want to leave his girlfriend pregnant while he was halfway across the world, but Y/N wouldn't let him stop his life for her.

Levi died 6 months into her pregnancy. And when it was finally time to give birth to little baby Zach, a whole wave of issues hit her. She had developed Post Partum Depression, and had to move back in with her mother until she felt that her emotions were in check.

She did eventually regain herself, but the mourning of her dead boyfriend, and father of her child, never changed. She would always love him, and she would always tell her son about the man.

But now it was time for a change. Y/N got herself together and moved out of her mother's house. She worked hard as a mother, student, and employee all at once. She made time for her son, but she also decided to go to school to be a teacher. She wanted her son to grow up nicely, and that is what she set herself up to do.

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4 Years Later

Y/N and her now 4-year-old son, Zach, moved to Los Angles after finishing up her bachelor's degree in education. She got accepted for a teacher's aid position.

It was both Y/N and Zach's first day at their new school. With her position, she was also able to get Zach into the school's Pre-K program. He couldn't start Kindergarten at 4, but that was the best the girl could do. Zach was smart. Why wouldn't they want him there?

The two now stood outside of Zach's class. "Now you be good, okay. I will come to get you when it is time for pickup," Y/N said to the 4-year-old. The 4-year-old responds with, "I know, mommy. I love you." Zach walks into class with his Paw Patrol backpack on. She smiled at how cute he looked, marching into the classroom. When the teacher finally closed her door, Y/N set off to do her job.

Apparently, the two weren't the only new people to the school. Y/N goes to pick up the new student in the office. She entered the office doors and came to a complete stop. A man, a little older than her, stood at the office desk with a kid I assumed to be his. He wore a tight-looking navy blue shirt that said 'Los Angles Fire Department'. He looked ripped through the shirt, and his tanned complexion only made him hotter.

As Y/N walked up to the man, she watched him crouch down to his son's level. His son was cute. He had a lighter complexion than his father. He had a head of messy brown curls, grey eyes, and a smile that could make the angriest person smile. Just watching the two interact reminded Y/N of how she is with Zach.

Y/N stared at the duo until the man took notice of her. "Hi, you must be Y/N. I'm Eddie and- uh- this is Christopher," the man says, grabbing ahold of the child's shoulders. The boy started laughing, which made Y/N smile. Y/N started speaking to Christopher, "Hi, buddy. I'm Miss. Nash, but you can call me Y/N."

Y/N lets the boys say their final goodbyes before walking towards their new classroom. As they walked, Y/N told the boy about how she was new also, making the boy talk about his old school. Little did Y/N know, Eddie was watching the woman and his son walk away, mesmerized.

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Eddie walks into the fire station to see Hen and Chimney restocking the ambulance. He quickly looks for Buck, who is in the changing room. "Dude, one of Christopher's new teachers, has the same last name as Bobby," Eddie says to Buck after walking into the locker room. Buck stops what he's doing to speak to his new friend, "Anyone in the world could have the same last name as Bobby. Besides, Bobby's family died in a fire." Eddie continues the conversation with a smile, "I know, but she looks just like Captain Nash."

"Who looks just like me," Bobby asks the boys while walking into the locker room? "Uh," Buck looks at Eddie with a shrug before continuing. "Christopher's new teacher and I think Eddie likes her," Buck says with a smirk. Eddie quickly responds, "No. I do not like her. she just interests me. Also, her name is Y/N Nash." The name instantly triggers Bobby, and he excuses himself. Eddie looks at Buck, confused. Buck looks back at Eddie with shoulder shrug. They soon ignore their captain's strange actions, and get back to work.

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Bobby was so disoriented after hearing that his daughter was in LA. He hasn't told Athena nor his team about his secret daughter, that is what makes it a secret. Lots of questions ran through the fire captain's head. Should he tell Athena? Should he search for his daughter? What would he say, if he did? Would she hate him?

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Y/N, Zach, and Christopher waited for Eddie to pick up his son. Y/N knew it was unprofessional, but she wanted to ask the fireman if he would like to go out for coffee. She would soon be disappointed by who would pick up the little boy.

A woman with beautiful, long, wavy, brown hair walked up to the woman and two kids. Christopher, trying his best, ran to the woman yelling "Mommy". The woman walks her son back over to the other mother and son. "Hi, I'm Shannon Diaz. I am Christopher's mom. You probably met my husband..." Y/N only had to hear the words 'husband' to instantly give up hope of ever getting a date with the man. "Hello, I'm Miss. Nash, but you can call me Y/N," Y/N introduced herself before continuing, "Christopher was a blast to hang out with. Wasn't it Chris?" "Yeah!" Shannon smiles and looks at her son. Shannon then says, "Yeah, Chris is always so happy and positive. Well, we should get going. Have a nice day." Christopher and Zach say bye to each other. Y/N waves to Christopher before heading to her car with her son.

After buckling the 4-year-old into his seat, Y/N makes her way into her own seat. As she starts driving, she asks her child some questions, "So Z, did you fun?" The little boy responds with a "yeah" before grabbing at the tablet next to his seat. "Did you make any friends?" Y/N asked, but ended up not getting a response. Hearing Mickey Mouse, Y/N knew her son wasn't listening.

Y/N goes back to thinking about Eddie. She couldn't stop thinking about him being Shannon's husband. 'He didn't mention he was married. Why should he? It's none of my business, and it's unprofessional.' Y/N thought. She continued asking herself questions before her vision went black. Y/N gained enough consciousness to call 9-1-1. "9-1-1, what's your emergency?" the dispatcher said. "My son... and... I... I think we were hi-," Y/N was able to get out before losing consciousness again.

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Clearing The Air

Thundertober/Inktober 2022 Day 6: Commander

After his return, Jeff has something he needs to talk about with his eldest.

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I know this is a day late, but here you go.

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Jeff grinned as his sons and the rest of their mismatched family and friends celebrated Alan’s graduation together. It was clear from the jubilation on everyone’s faces that this had been a long time coming. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He’d missed so much; so many highlights of his children’s lives, and he had no idea how he could make it up to them, although he knew being here to see Alan’s transition from high school to the rest of his life was a good start.

But after the first step, you had to take another. And another. He knew he had a lot of catching up to do. And he knew just who to start with…

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“Hey, Scott?” The patriarch managed to catch his eldest during routine maintenance on Thunderbird One the day after the party. Jeff had tried to pull him aside during the celebrations, but Scott had always been one step ahead of him. They’d always just missed each other. Honestly, Jeff wouldn’t have blamed his son if it had been on purpose.

Scott jumped at his father’s voice, almost dropping the tool he was using. He turned to face the older man. “Yeah? What do you need Dad?” Jeff knew that look. Scott was nervous about something, and the patriarch had a suspicion it had something to do with him. Jeff sighed inwardly. There was no turning back now.

“I wanted to talk to you about something…” At Scott’s questioning look, he continued. “Could you join me in the office when you’re finished?” Once upon a time, Jeff would’ve called it his office, but he knew that was no longer the case.

Scott shrugged. “I’m just about done, so I can come now if you want.”

“Yep. That’s fine.” The father and son duo walked out of Thunderbird One’s hanger toward the rest of the house.

“Thanks for letting me borrow this, Brains.” Scott handed the multi-tool he’d been using back to International Rescue’s engineer, who was currently working on updating some of MAX’s code with the Mechanic.

“N-no problem, Scott.” Brains put the tool back in it’s rightful place. “W-we’re still testing the u-upgrades to the T-drive l-later, right?” He asked after noticing Jeff. The look on the Mechanic’s face told the patriarch that the other mechanical genius felt similarly uncertain.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” Scott gave the engineers a thumbs up. “See you guys later.” The eldest Tracy brother turned away to continue walking alongside his father.

The Mechanic’s voice followed the pair as they left the room. “Have fun!”

The doors drifted shut, and Scott huffed in amusement at their newest member’s antics. Jeff gave him a look. “I thought you didn’t like the Mechanic?”

Scott gave his father the first genuine smile since he’d been brought back. “At first. How else are you supposed to react to someone who almost killed your family multiple times?” His face adopted a more serious expression. “I’ve since realised that animosity wasn’t going to lead anywhere worthwhile. He was under the Hood’s control, and he’s changed since then. I don’t think I’d view him as an ally if he didn’t help us find you…” Jeff nodded in understanding as they walked in silence for a few more minutes. They finally made it to the office, closing the door behind them.

It was now or never. “Scott…” Jeff inhaled. “I’m so sorry…”

Scott looked at his father incredulously. “What for?”

“You know exactly what…” The look on his son’s face told Jeff he did know what the patriarch was apologising for, but Jeff said it anyway. “For everything. For disappearing, for leaving you boys to deal with it, for leaving you with a business, rescue organisation and family to run. All of it!”

“I’m the one who should be apologising, Dad…” Jeff gave his son a look. “I tried so hard to manage everything without you, but I still messed up multiple times. Every board meeting gone wrong, every time the GDF was on our backs for some disaster, every time one of the others got hurt, that’s on me.” He smiled sadly, and even in the relative darkness, Jeff could see the tears that started appearing. “I’m sorry I failed you and your legacy by being a total screw-up…”

Jeff wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he just scooped his eldest into the biggest hug he could manage. And somehow, he didn’t find the words. The words found him. “You didn’t fail me, Scooter…” He began, knowing Scott’s childhood nickname would bring some kind of comfort. “I failed you…” He felt himself cry now, but his upset was nothing compared to his son’s. He pulled back, wiping Scott’s tears away with a gentle hand as he guided his son to look into his eyes. “You’re stronger than you could ever know, son. I may have played my own part, but don’t count yourself out of the race just yet. You’re a way better Commander than I could hope to be. Our family, International Rescue, Tracy Industries… They wouldn’t be what they are today without you…”

He thought about Virgil, who practically clung to Scott like glue, being each other’s closest confidante. He thought about John, who would probably be completely isolated if Scott and the others didn’t check in regularly. Gordon, who wouldn’t have been talking through his trauma from his accident and back to his bubbly self without Scott’s support. Alan, who would just be a broken teen if Scott hadn’t stepped in to practically raise him and be the father figure he’d needed.

It wasn’t just the other boys, either. He knew his mother would’ve been heartbroken when he’d disappeared, and although he knew Sally was a stubborn woman and could take care of herself, the support from her eldest grandson likely helped a lot. Kayo was so scared of being abandoned because of who her uncle was, but he’d been told how accepting all his boys were of the woman who was practically their sister. Brains and the Mechanic were confidant in calling this place home now. All thanks to his eldest boy…

“They need you way more than they need me…” Jeff admitted. “If you boys don’t want me here, if you’re scared I’ll ruin the home you’ve all made together, then I’ll go…”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Dad.” Scott managed a scoff through what little tears remained. “If we didn’t want you here, we wouldn’t have worked our butts off to get you back.” He huffed. “Eight years away, and you wanna leave? Absolutely not. I don’t know how things are gonna change, but I do know that whatever happens, we can face them as a family, together…”

Jeff smiled, embracing his son in a tight hug once again. “Together…”

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In the months that followed, a new dynamic that everyone was very glad for formed. After all, Jeff was firmly in the middle of it.

Virgil had firmly grounded his father from overworking himself due to far too long in zero-gravity, which meant no missions. He was still a key IR member, but his role was more advisory than anything else. He’d tried to go back to Tracy Industries, but that idea had been just as bright as a black hole once he’d realised he barely recognised the place. Sure, the company was just fine under his direction, but under Scott’s, everything seemed to run like clockwork. He didn’t mind taking over sometimes, though. As for the family, Jeff thanked his lucky stars he was able to take over Scott’s responsibilities for almost the entirety of that, although Alan still clung to his eldest brother a lot.

He waved as Scott, the now official Commander-in-Chief of International Rescue, returned from the latest rescue he’d had to attend. Scott grinned as he waved back, before being herded off by Gordon.

Jeff knew it would still be a long time before many of the boys trusted him with their problems again, but he was back in their lives now, and there was nothing more important than that…

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderfam #jeff tracy #scott tracy #virgil tracy #john tracy #gordon tracy #alan tracy #brains thunderbirds #the mechanic #grandma tracy #kayo kyrano #thundertober 2022

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hoperays-song · 2 years ago

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Ryan + Johnny Headcannons because they deserve the world <3

Ryan makes Johnny do TikTok dance videos with him. Johnny always participates wholeheartedly but complains and groans the whole time. The videos typically end up captioned things like “Guess how many times Johnny fell before he decided to let me use this take” to which Johnny is always the top commenter replying “It wasn’t that many! Only like 10 or so!”.

Ryan is the only person allowed to wear Johnny’s jacket. Before him, the only people to wear it besides Johnny was his dad and his mum. Marcus teases his son relentlessly on this fact even before the two were together.

Johnny keeps attempting to teach Ryan piano, a skill at which the dancer is about as graceful as Johnny was when he first started dance practice. Johnny finds this endlessly entertaining. Ryan, while having no interest in the instrument, keeps practicing because of how happy Johnny is when he sees him playing.

Ryan is the more touchy and physically affectionate of the two at first, with Johnny only ever initiating when they’re alone. However, as the relationship goes on and the show gains more publicity, Johnny soon takes over Ryan’s old role and often waxes on and on in interviews about his amazing and talented boyfriend. Ryan spends most of those interviews hiding his face in his hands out of embarrassment.

Ryan’s family immediately fell in love with Johnny when they met. He was almost instantly regarded as another son/ big brother to all family members and Ryan’s sisters got a kick out of proclaiming he’s their new favorite. They often invited him to family meals or the girls’ activities even before the duo started dating.

Ryan was the first person of the new group besides Nooshy who Johnny told about his and his family’s criminal past. Ryan’s reaction was a shrug and “Yeah I know. Lorrel (a dance troupe member oc) recognized your last name from their true crime hyperfixation last year and we googled you to confirm. We figured it out on our second day of knowing you.” Johnny was shocked at how nonchalant he was about a gang member hanging out with his family but Ryan just insisted that it didn’t change who he was now and as long as he didn’t hurt anyone on purpose without reason, his family was fine with the girls being around him.

On their first day as roommates at the new hotel, Ryan mentioned how he hated his alarm that woke him up because it reminded him of Klaus. He also mentioned his love of coffee when they went to get breakfast. Starting the next day, Johnny always would wake Ryan himself with a cup of coffee made the way Ryan liked it at the ready. Ryan had never asked Johnny to so much as see if they had coffee, let alone make him some so he was very confused but the two quickly settled into the new routine.

Ryan is amazing at ice skating and insists they go every time they’re in a town with a rink. Johnny, who’s skating ability comes down to “can make small movements without falling”, is not always so enthused but typically ends up agreeing to go. That’s mainly because then he can make Ryan hold his hand while he tries to mimic the other boy’s tricks.

Johnny and Ryan started giving each other random hallmark type cards all the time when they became friends before the Majestic run started. Ryan was often further than a five hour drive away as the boy was off working as a model or getting connections for the new dance troupe so it was just a funny way to stay in touch. They kept doing it after they started dating however and nearly bought two CVSs out of their Valentine’s Day cards in January.

Ryan likes to watch True Crime shows and critiquing the criminals on them for doing things that might get them caught. And while crime is a tough conversation topic for Johnny, he will watch non-robbery related ones with Ryan and join in on the commentary. It actually ended up convincing him to get a minor in Criminology, forever worrying his father.

Ryan loves to read old English Literature and Poetry and Johnny loves listening to him read aloud. Most of their (very few because of work) daytime dates typically involve a picnic where Ryan ends up reading aloud and Johnny ends up playing a finger piano with his head in his partner’s lap. Without releasing, they are mimicking a lot of Jia (Johnny’s mum) and Marcus’s dates.

The two have a joint playlist called “Fuck You Klaus” and they end up screaming it a lot. Like a LOT LOT during the first few months of hanging out.

Ryan and Johnny actually confessed to liking each other a month or two before they actually started dating. They both acknowledged they needed time to work on themselves before entering a relationship and they both were willing to wait for each other. When they did start dating, most people didn’t even notice because of how close the two were beforehand.

They earn the nickname “The Lovebirds of Out of this World” by other cast members and media since the two are practically attached at the hip and are always smiling around each other. They also typically only do interviews together so they’re always presented as a couple even before they were dating.

Ryan’s first introduction with Johnny’s dad was at the first performance at Crystal Theatre. The man offered him Johnny’s leather jacket (with his approval) to stop the boy from getting cold after Klaus stole his costume. Months later, when Marcus meets Ryan in an after party, he’s surprised to see the boy has Johnny’s jacket wrapped over his shoulders until he introduces himself as Johnny’s duet partner, figuring the two were close friends. Even later, in the break after the Majestic tour, Johnny returns home with Ryan wearing his jacket beside him and introduces the taller boy to his father as his boyfriend. When asked how it happened, Ryan smiled and said “He has a nice jacket.” This nearly brings the man to tears at the memories of Jia (my version of Johnny’s mum) saying the same thing with the same jacket when they were younger and Ryan is immediately welcomed into the family.

While Ryan is very physically affectionate and flirty, he always freezes when Johnny so much as compliments him. Johnny is very shy and struggles to take compliments about himself and not his performance. However, he is very clingy and affectionate with Ryan in private and insists in drowning his partner with praise.

Ryan speaks Haitian Creole because of his step mother. Both he and Johnny start taking each others’ classes as well to talk better with the other’s family. Ellie (my version of Ryan’s stepmom, yes an oc) practically breaks Johnny’s ribs from hugging him so hard when he introduced his family to her in Haitian Creole. Johnny’s dad always gets near tears when he hears Johnny speaking Hindi because it reminds him of his late wife but it made his straight up nearly start crying when he realized Ryan had learned it for Johnny. The boy got a bear hug and a “welcome to the family lad” right off the bat.

Ryan got a tongue piercing when he was 14 as an act of rebellion against Klaus. Johnny froze out of shock when he realized that his “straight laced, goody two shoes” roommate might not be all that he appeared to be. Ryan laughed at him for two hours after that.

Johnny took Ryan to get his first tattoo (at his begging) in the middle of the night during a tour break in Catalonia. He gets a medusa head over his heart and holds Johnny’s hand the whole time. Johnny just kept running his thumb over his hand and reassuring him that he was doing great.

Ryan is terrified of thunder and suspenseful stuff, Johnny loves both. A lot of stormy nights end up in cuddle sessions and binging the Great British Bakeoff. Same thing happens after Nooshy drags them to see a horror movie.

Ryan brings Johnny breakfast every morning on set and makes sure he eats so he does pass out from overworking himself on an empty stomach.

They steal each other’s clothes all the time. The troupe finds it disgustingly adorable when Johnny shows up to rehearsal in Ryan’s hoodie with Ryan next to him in Johnny’s jacket.

Johnny saves Ryan’s name as [Ryan (orange heart)] after Ryan saves his name in front of him as [Pretty Boy (black heart)] and winked before walking off on the first day of rehearsal at Crystal’s hotel.

#sing #sing 2 #sing johnny #sing ryan #rynny #johnny x ryan #the bestest boys #they are so cute #the couple we needed #but no #illumination keeps ignoring my emails #they would be unstoppable #so cute and talented #the best couple #i'm obsessed #this is probably going to be a series #sorry everyone

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blackbat05 · 3 years ago

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You’re the best to me

Dad Shangqi x Mom Reader

A/N: Well! This idea came out pretty quickly! I guess some of these experiences are what I experienced with my dad and I thought hey, why not spread some joy into these fics? It may be a bit different from what I originally planned but I really hope that you guys like it!🙇🏽‍♀️ <University Blues> is kinda like a prequel to this?

Genre: PG 13

Warnings: Rude parents, subtle racism in between the lines (please everyone, in this difficult time, we could treat one another nicely) and if you consider Shangqi absolutely adoring his little Princess a warning and just being a supportive Sports Dad in general than suree haha👍🏽

The arena was filled with noise as the Xu family stepped in. Little Xu Xiayi was clearly nervous as she gripped her father’s hand tightly. It was natural of course, because she would be competing in her first competition.

Shangqi bends down, adjusting his daughter’s taekwondo uniform. ‘How we feeling?’ Placing his hand against her heart he gasps dramatically for god measure, ‘Wow there’s a train in there!’ It did work for a few seconds as he manages to elicit a tiny smile.

‘You nervous?’

‘A little,’ Xiayi fiddles with her belt. How he wished he could take away the nerves for his baby girl. But if there was one thing he learnt from his own father, once you’re on the stage, you have to learn how to handle the nerves. Still he was aware that his girl was only 7 years old and was just starting out in competitive martial arts.

‘Baobei, look at me.’ He sees her brown eyes that she had inherited from him. ‘Whatever the result may be, as long as you gave it your all, me and your mama will be very proud of you.’

You bend down, huddling together with your two favorite people. ‘Baba is right, whatever the outcome, we know you tried your very best!’ In an effort to make Xiayi less nervous, you squeeze your baby in a big bear hug. Just then her number is called with another girl who was at least half a head taller.

‘Go Xiayi!’ You cheered, giving her a good luck kiss while Shangqi fist bumps her small hands. As she walks away, you notice Shangqi smiling to himself.

‘What’s in there mister?’ You teased. ‘Sad to see your little treasure finally being free?’

Your husband rolls his eyes as he slings his arm across your shoulder, trying to find seats among the other parents in the stands. ‘You wish. As long as I’m alive, Xiayi will never be free from me. I’m just happy to see Xiayi being such a strong girl. I was able to do something for her that I couldn’t do for my sister.’

You knew about the siblings’ rough childhood. ‘I’m sure Xialing would be proud of her niece. She told me she really wanted to come but something held her up back in Macau. She sends her best.’

The two of you manage to find pretty decent seats near where Xiayi was competing. And it looks like both the girl’s parents came too. Let’s just say you didn’t like the haughty looks on their faces. Still, you and Shangqi remained civil.

The match was more intense than you expected. And you felt yourself glowing with pride seeing how Xiayi matched up against the girl. As the two of you settled into your seats, more curious parents came by to see who was this unknown wonder kid. A mom with two other kids in tow tells you that Xiayi’s opponent is the number two seed in the draw.

But you knew Shangqi and you couldn’t agree with him more - matches were meant to have upsets. Seeding was just another thing of the past.

Throughout the match, both girls couldn’t break away. Until now. Xiayi manages to get a well-aimed kick at her head, helping her to break away from the tied score.

Time-out. The two went to the benches below the stands, taking much needed sips of water. Shangqi motions for me to stay put as the other girl’s parents rush to her. Xiayi needs to stay focused.

Just then, the girl’s father makes a comment to his daughter that causes your blood to rise in temperature. ‘Hurt her if you have to. Make sure that Chinese girl doesn’t stand a chance.’

Your head whips to Shangqi. He’s heard it too and boy, you have never seen him that pissed off before. But he won’t blow up now. For Xiayi, he must stay cool. He still tells her one thing before she gets back on the map.

‘Stay cool. Do what you’ve been doing.’

You could not bear the intensity that was unfolding in front of your eyes. For god sake this was just a children’s match! Shutting your eyes, you lean into your husband, praying for the best. You prayed that your little baby would show those arrogant assholes that they were wrong. That they should not have messed with the daughter of a martial arts master.

‘Babe, you don’t want to miss this.’ Shangqi nudges you, giving you the confidence you needed to see it through.

And Xiayi’s done it. She’s managed to do a roundhouse kick to the girl’s chest plate, taking home the win.

‘XU XIAYI!!!’ You grabbed Shangqi, jumping up and down in joy. Your girl had just caused a major upset in her very first tournament.

If you were ecstatic, Shangqi was over the freaking moon. He flew down the steps of the stands, letting Xiayi run into his arms before lifting her up and attacking her in kisses.

‘Hey! Hahaha! Baba stop! It tickles!’ You smile fondly at the wonderful sight in front of you. Suddenly, all these fears that Shangqi had of not being a good father, becoming like his dad who was filled with nothing but hatred just went out of the window at this very moment.

A loud crash is heard behind the father-daughter duo. Xiayi’s opponent throws her bag down in anger, storming ahead of her mother who is left to pick up her forgotten bag as the father walks beside to appease his own daughter. He sees the three of you celebrating and decides to continue to make the parade of uncalled comments. Shangqi tells you to take Xiayi away first.

‘She got lucky you know? No small sized Asian brat can beat our champ.’ Shangqi wonders, he wouldn’t exactly seek his father for advice but what would he do? He decides to walk forward, extending a hand. The other man is puzzled that Shangqi didn’t flip out completely but eventually takes his hand.

Shangqi sees the two of you from the corner of his eyes. No one insults his family and gets away with it. No one will undermine his daughter’s efforts because she’s different from others. With that in mind, he attacks every pressure point that he was taught, refusing to let the other hand go. Obviously the man couldn’t do anything as his daughter was watching this standoff, ‘Daddy what are you doing! Let’s go!’

‘Hold on a second hon-’ He leans forward, possibly to beg Shangqi to release his hand before it gets severed due to blood loss. But Shangqi beats him to it, ‘If I ever hear you say anything like that three feet within my daughter and wife you son of a bitch, your hands won’t be the one in pain.’

The man nods meekly, on the verge of crying out loud. Once Shangqi lets him go, the obnoxious family got out of the arena faster than you could say ‘Cheese’.

‘Baba! That was so cool! You’ve got to teach me that so that I can teach the boys in my school a lesson not to pick on me and Jenny!’ Xiayi runs into him, wrapping her small arms around his waist. He turns to you for answers only for you to mouth, she knew.

Although Xiayi was just a kid, but she was very perceptive. For now, Shangqi doesn’t want that incident interrupting his kid’s moment of glory. So he settles with a, ‘Sure baobei, baba will teach you one day.’ He bobs her crinkled nose.

You decide to interrupt. ‘Now I usually don’t allow this, but who wants boba?’

At this moment, you wondering if you were raising one or two children. ‘Last one out of here is a dumpling!’ Shangqi pretends to sprint ahead with Xiayi running after her father, leaving you behind.

How blessed were you, when this man popped into your life. All because you ran into him on a basketball court years ago?

With Xiayi now, there will definitely be ups and downs, but you felt that as long Shangqi was there with you, nothing felt too much.

A/N: Omg I have no idea how this turned out from the idea in my head HAHA😬 I hope it’s alright! Not an expert in taekwondo or martial arts in general so I tried to rack some basic information that is buried deep in my brain. As always, like and comment if you wish and thank you for reading!❤️

Special shout-out to @wint3r-h3art @crazycookiecrumbles @ntlmundy for encouraging me to write this piece that I had in my brain within such a short span of time! I thought that maybe you would like to read it the moment it comes out🙆🏽‍♀️

#shang chi #shangqi imagine #xu shangqi #shangqi x reader #shang chi x reader #shangqi #mcu phase 4 #simu liu

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