#and tell me why my granddad was like ‘he’s doing so well. i didn’t know he had it in him��

[fingertipsmp3]

Why is my granddad messaging me and shading my uncle

[goddessofroyalty]

So this was based on a silly joke I have in my head about hormonal birth control not working for omega!Sanji for (spoilers) reasons and him and Zoro then ending up with 3 kids on the pirate journey because they keep breaking condoms.

Anyway this is just them finally making it back to the Baratie and having to face up to Zeff about it (from Zeff’s POV)

Pairing: Zoro/Sanji

Tags: omegaverse, mpreg

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Zeff will admit he is slightly surprised at the swell in Sanji’s stomach when he showed up again as part of what seems to be the new Pirate King and crew’s Victory Tour.

It’s not that Eggplant had given him no indication of it – he had been getting more and more jittery every damn time he’d gotten in touch as the Strawhats made their various stops before reaching the Baratie. Saying how some things had happened during his travels and that he’d needed to talk to Zeff about them in person. But Zeff had assumed it was to do with his damnable family. Not that his woman-obsessed omega son had gone and got himself knocked up. By an alpha, going by the new layer of scent clinging on top of the one he remembers to be Sanji’s.

And, because wonder’s don’t fucking cease, they’ve only just gotten through their tearful hug when a little green-haired girl comes running over. Clinging to Eggplants leg and staring up at Zeff with curious, familiar, blue eyes.

“I thought you were staying on the ship Princess?” Eggplant says, brushing a hand through her hair. And Zeff is equally sure that actually Sanji told her to stay on the ship as he is that his boy was as much a pushover to his daughter as he had been any woman who had stepped foot into the Baratie before he left.

“You know she wasn’t gonna’ as soon as she found out this was your old home.” And there was the newly minted World’s Greatest Swordsman and apparently sire to Zeff’s grandkids walking in like it had been his home as well and not the place he had gotten nearly cut in half by the former owner of the title.

And, fucks sake, there was another little one resting on his hips as he does it with that same matching green hair.

“I do remember teaching you about the importance of making them wrap it,” Zeff grumbles, because going by the age of the older one the two it hadn’t been all that long after Sanji left that he had gotten himself knocked up. “I know you said you weren’t planning on getting with any alphas but I know you were still listening.”

Eggplant goes red at it before glaring at Roronoa who gives a grin back that is entirely too filthy and leaves Zeff sure that he doesn’t actually want to know.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Zeff asks more to move the topic away from his kid’s sex life before he finds out more about it than he wants to.

They had been exchanging letters and calls on and off the whole time and never once had Eggplant mentioned that he was going to be or had become a granddad in any of them.

“I did try to but I couldn’t say anything too direct in case it got intercepted,” Sanji explains, resting a protective hand over his middle while the other curls around the girl at his side.

It makes some degree of sense. Best way to keep the two, soon to be three, pups from being a target is to have nobody know they exist in the first place.

Maybe Zeff should have guessed something like this was up when Sanji had asked him how he had dealt with the stress of raising a kid in the dangerous world they lived in. But he had just assumed his boy had finally matured enough to realize how much of an antagonistic dumbass he had been at times.

“I did want to tell you though,” Sanji continues, his voice guilty.  

Roronoa has moved close to his mate’s side, not touching though. Which is probably what Sanji actually wants – always had been a bit funny about any too direct an offer of comfort. Something Zeff’s probably as much to blame for as anything else in his life.

“You have no idea how many times I nearly did.”

“Probably for the best you didn’t,” Zeff says because he can’t have his kid feeling guilty for doing the smart thing. “I don’t know if I’d have been able to keep away if you did.”

Neither he nor his ship these days are made for the journey to the Grand Line. And it wouldn’t have been good for Sanji or the rest of the crew of his to have an old pirate getting underfoot while they were making names for themselves on history’s pages.

“Hell, I’m gonna’ struggle letting you sail off with my grandkids with you now. You better come visit more than you have been!” He doesn’t actually hold it against them and damn well know the reason why this is the first time he’s seen them since Sanji left to join a pirate crew. But he still missed years of his grandkids lives as a result and they had better make up for it.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Bayverse tmnt scolding their sons since they went a different direction or didn’t listen and didn’t follow with the orders their dad gave out, and nearly got spotted by humans while the eldest was trying to keep the middle from mucking around and go back on track?

I feel like they will be grounded after coming back to the lair and get sent to their rooms and have their mask taken off them. :D

Sons of Leonardo (Fluff/Crack-ish)

Bayverse!Leonardo x reader

A/N: I love this idea! But I decided to focus on one group of children instead of all four. I went with you and Leo’s kids (aka, my OCS), because that was the first that came to my head😂💙

Buuuuut! If you want me to do more of these with the others, I would happily do so💚

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You and Leo are at least in your 40’s.

Warnings: Spelling, you and Leo’s sons being silly teenagers💙

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Romeo did not like it one bit. Actually, he had been very much against it from the start, wondering how the hell Marcello had managed to get their father to agree to let them go watch the basketball game. He had probably used that eye trick uncle Michelangelo had taught him. Heck, even Gerardo knew how to make those eyes. But of course, their father wouldn’t just let Marcello and Gerardo go on their own. No, no. Romeo had to come along and make sure that his brothers didn’t do anything stupid, or worse, getting noticed by humans.

And that was how Romeo found himself stuck inside the jumbotron for hours, stuck watching a basketball game he didn’t actually want to see. If this was the “responsibility of the oldest” that his father kept talking about, he could easily understand how he could be so uptight sometimes. And as Romeo pulled 12 year old Gerardo back from the edge, he wished his father would have been more uptight that day.

As soon as the game ended, Romeo was ready to go. They had promised not just their father, but their mother as well, that they would return home as soon as the game had finished. So when Romeo had his brothers returned to the roof once more, the last thing he expected was 15 year old Marcello heading the opposite direction, leaning over the edge of the building in order to get a better look of the people walking out onto the street.

“Marcello! No! Dad told us to get home as soon as the game finished!”, Romeo commanded, pointing in the direction they had to go - away from downtown.

“Calm down, junior, I’m just watching”, Marcello said, waving his hand at his older brother. “I’m just watching”.

“Hah”, Gerardo laughed, pointing at Romeo. “He called you junior”.

“Marcello, seriously”, Romeo sighed. “You know how dad gets when he’s worried. Hell, do you remember the time you went too far out in the sewer, and dad, granddad and all our uncles almost exploded with worry? Do you remember how sad mom was?”

“Dude, I was 4”, Marcello said with a deadpan look. “Now I’m just as old as dad was when he and his brothers started going out”.

“Yeah, but they also listened to dad!”

“Haha!”, Gerardo laughed. “Donnie, Raph and Mikey listening to dad? That was a good one ‘Meo!”

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?”, Romeo sighed, side eyeing his little brother.

“Relax”, Marcello said, straining his neck to get a better look at the crowd. “I’m just looking around. You never know when you see a pretty girl”.

“A girl?”, Romeo asked skeptically. “Bro, you’re 15”.

“So? Mom and dad met when they were 15”.

“18”, Romeo corrected.

“Whatever”, Marcello said, rolling his eyes, letting his hands rest on the edge of the building.

“Why do you wanna look at girls?”, Gerardo asked.

“I don’t know”, Marcello mumbled. “I just wanna look…”

“You are not going to score a human girl”, Romeo said, crossing his arms.

“Says who?!”

“Dad, who is waiting for us to get home”, Romeo said. “Come on, he knows when the game ends and how long it takes to get back”.

“That hypocrite”, Marcello said. “Mom is a human, dad is a mutant. They didn’t meet because he kept hiding away!”

“No, mom and dad met through aunt April at a house party”, Romeo said, putting a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Now, let’s go before dad and our uncles go looking for us. Or even worse, granddad”.

“No!”, Marcello said, pulling his shoulder away from his brother, getting down to sit on the edge. “I wanna see some humans!”

Gerardo watched the interaction with unease. After 12 years he knew that his two older brothers could get into some heated arguments, just like their father and their uncle Raphael had done when they were younger. But Gerardo also knew that neither Romeo or Marcello would back down so easily.

“You have seen plenty of humans today! You watched a whole basketball game!”, Romeo exclaimed in frustration, grabbing for his brother once more. “Now, let’s go home!”

“I said no!”, Marcello exclaimed, pulling away yet again, this time with much more force. This caused Marcello to tumble forward, his weight pulling him off of the roof, down towards the big crowd of humans below. But thanks to the higher powers for Romeo’s fast reflexes, he managed to get a hold of Marcello’s hand, pressing his heels against the edge before leaning back. Gerardo yelped, running to throw his arms around Romeo, helping him pull their brother back on the roof safely.

Once Marcello was back standing on the roof, slightly shivering from the sudden shock and fear of falling from a high building, Romeo was on him in less than a minute.

“Are you okay?! Did they see you?! What were you thinking!?”

“It wasn’t on purpose, worry fart”, Marcello said, pushing Romeo off of him. “And no! No one saw me”.

“Guys, I think we should go”, Gerardo said, looking over his shoulder in unease.

“Rardo’s right”, Romeo said. “They could be checking the roof soon”. And with those words, the three brothers hurried home.

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The three brothers entered the quiet lair, their senses heightened for any sounds of movements that would alert them to their extended family’s presence as they sneaked through the lair.

“Do you think dad has gone to bed?”, Gerardo asked.

Marcello smirked, his back straightened as if he didn’t have a worry in the world as he clapped Romeo on the shoulder in victory. “Told you that old fart wouldn’t notice a thing”.

“Look twice before using the term old fart”, a voice sounded, causing the three brothers to jump in surprise, finding their father standing right behind them. His arms crossed and a scolding expression on his face, his towering statue causing his sons to crane their necks in order to look up at him.

“H- hey dad”, Marcello smiled with a sheepish smile. “H- how long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough”, Leo said, his expression unchanging. “Where have you been?”

“At the game”, Gerardo said. “Just like we told you we would”.

“The game finished an hour ago. It only takes 15 minutes to get from the game and to the lair”, Leo said, his hands resting on his hips.

“The game stretched out”, Marcello said, feigning innocence. This caused Leo to sigh, rubbing the bridge of his beak.

Romeo sighed, knowing what this meant. “You and the others watched the game on TV, didn’t you?”

“We did”, Leo sighed, sounding more than a little frustrated.

“Okay, we might have hung around after the game and watched humans, but that’s it”, Marcello said, ignoring his brothers’ burning glares when he used the word “we”. “But it’s okay now. We’re home, safe and sound. So if you don’t mind, I think I’ll head to bed and get some sleep before heading to dinner at aunt April and uncle Casey’s tomorrow”, the middle child smiled innocently, trying to sneak past the broad form of his father.

“Oh no you don’t”, Leo said, grabbing on to the tails of Marcello’s bandana, janking him back with a small tuck, and then pulling it off of his head with a smooth flick of his wrist. “Because you’re all grounded”.

“WHAT?!”, Marcello yelled out loud, grabbing onto his bare head.

“Aww”, Gerardo said with a sad expression, not resisting as his father took the bandana off of his head. “I hate being grounded”.

“That’s the rules”, Leo said, waiting as Romeo untied his own bandana before handing it to his father. “You don’t follow the rules, you get grounded”.

“That’s not fair!”, Marcello yelled. “You went out all the time when you were 15!”

“Yes, I got grounded too”, Leo said. “You see how that works?” He gathered all bandanas in one hand before pointing in the direction of their rooms. “Now go to bed. We start training early tomorrow”.

The three brothers groaned, Gerardo and Marcello being extra loud as they did so, dragging their feet toward the metal stairs that lead to the second floor of the lair. Leo watched them leave, making sure they had gone to their rooms, before returning back to your and his shared bedroom.

In your bedroom, he found you reading a book in the bed table light, your baby daughter cuddling against your chest as she played with her teething toy. You looked up and saw the bandanas in Leo’s hand, watching as he laid them on top of the dresser.

“Grounded?”, you asked, Valentina wiggling in your arms at the sight of her father, a big smile on her face.

“Grounded”, Leo confirmed as he got ready for bed.

“Hopefully they didn’t take it too hard”, you said, closing your book before placing it on the nightstand.

“Well, Marcello wasn’t too happy about it, but the others took it pretty well”, Leo said, crawling under the covers, wrapping arm around you, before pulling you and blabbering Valentina close.

“So nothing new there?”, you asked, resting your head upon his shoulder, watching as your daughter started to hit lightly upon Leo’s plastron with a wide smile. Leo shook his head in a response, resting his cheeks against the top of your head, watching you daughter place both hands on his chest. Leo sighed with a smile, tickling the side of little Valentina, her giggles loud and happy as she hid against you.

“And you, young lady, better not be like your brothers when you get older”, he said, finding peace in her small giggles.

“That, or she’ll be even worse”, you joked, your fingers soothing her small shell.

“With three big brothers? Yeah, you’re probably right”, Leo chuckled, placing a kiss on the temple of your head.

[harley-sunday]

Feels Like Home [04]

Summary: When an unexpected three-week break between Monza and Singapore finds Daniel back on his farm in Perth he’s desperate to use this time to clear his mind, figure out his future in Formula One, and find his way back. He didn’t expect a new neighbour, a sassy two-year old, and three alpacas would make him realise that sometimes, what you’re looking for is right in front of you.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x reader (unnamed OFC)

Warnings: Language

Word count: 3.1k

AN: Another update? Yes. My bestie needs some cheering up today, so eL, babe, this one’s for you! ♥

Masterlist

“Dan?”

“Daniel?”

“Oi. Mate?”

“Fine, be a cunt and pretend not to hear me.” 

Before Daniel has a chance to respond he’s hit in the back of his head with one of the juggling balls they used during one of their earlier exercises, “You absolute cunt.” Daniel turns around and raises his eyebrows at Michael, “The fuck did you do that for?”

“You weren’t listening,” Michael says with a shrug as if that explains the assault. And fine, maybe it does.

“I was a little distracted,” Daniel offers, rubbing the back of his head, thinking of feigning a concussion to get out of the remainder of his training session. 

“You were off on another planet, mate,” Michael counters with a shake of his head. “What the hell is going on?”

He doesn’t like to lie to his best friend but he doesn’t want to tell him the real reason he’s distracted either, because if Michael finds out Daniel’s nervous about his dinner plans tomorrow he’ll never let him hear the end of it and Daniel’s not sure he’s up for that right now, and so he simply says, “I just hate that I still don’t know where I’m going to be next year, Mikey.”

Michael eyes him suspiciously, and for a moment Daniel’s worried he’ll get called out but then Michael does that thing he always does when he knows Daniel will tell him the truth eventually and says, “Do you want to talk about it? Or do you want to be distracted?”

“Whatever’s going to make you cut this workout short, mate,” Daniel counters with a cheeky grin.

Michael exaggerates a sigh and gives Daniel one of his death stares, “No.” 

“Aren’t you supposed to watch out for my mental health too?” Daniel knows he’s pushing but Michael can take it. Or at least should be used to it by now. “I’m obviously in distress. And this workout ain’t helping.” 

“That just earned you twenty push ups, mate,” Michael says with a wicked grin.

“You cunt,” Daniel whispers under his breath, using his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face because he’s still not fully recovered from the burpees Michael had him doing earlier. 

“You want to cut this workout short-”

“Fuck yes.”

“-then tell me what’s really going on.” Michael looks at him with his arms crossed in front of his chest and that self-satisfied smile of his, because he knows whatever Daniel does - tell him the truth or finish the workout - it’s a win for Michael.

Daniel scoffs and shakes his head, because he’d rather do five more hours of bootcamp than tell Michael about her. He drops to his knees before he gets into position for his first pushup, “Twenty, you said?”

“I think I said thirty, mate,” Michael grins, squatting down in front of Daniel and throwing him a wink, “with a thirty-second plank after each tenth pushup.” 

“I hate you.”

“Not enough to tell me the truth, apparently,” Michael counters. “So I’d say we’re still good.”

***

“Ok, so my number is on the pad next to the phone-”

“I have your number in my phone, why does she need your number?”

“-so if anything happens,” you continue, effectively ignoring your granddad, “just call, ok?”

“Will do,” Abby, Mrs Mackenzie’s sixteen-year old granddaughter, nods. Mrs Mackenzie was supposed to come over to watch Ellie and Granddad but she’s still not feeling too well and so she suggested you ask her granddaughter instead. 

Daniel steps in then and hands Abby a twenty dollar note, “Here’s the down payment for tonight, Abigail. I’ll pay you the rest when we get back, ok? Wanna make sure you don’t burn down the house first-”

“Daniel-” You  sigh and look at Abby, “Ignore him. I’m sure you’ll do fine.” 

“What about my Lando autograph?” Abby counters with one eyebrow raised, looking at Daniel thoroughly unimpressed, the way only teenagers seem to be able to do. 

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you and turn to Daniel, “Yeah. What about her Lando autograph?” 

Daniel looks at you as if you’re siding with the enemy but then pulls up his phone anyway, fingers flying over the screen as he types a message, “Yeah, yeah, I promise to get you that as soon as possible, ok?” He waves his phone around as if to prove to Abigail he’s working on it, “It’s not like I have a bunch of his autographed driver cards lying around somewhere.”

“A cap.”

“What?” Daniel looks up from his screen. 

“I would like an autographed cap,” Abby replies. Then, because she isn’t stupid, “Please?”

Daniel stares at her for a second but seems to realise that if he denies her request there’s not even going to be a date tonight and so he gives in with a resigned, “Fine.”

“Fine,” Abigail echoes. Her smile reappears then, “Thank you so much, Mr Ricciardo.”

“Ouch,” you whisper under your breath, trying your hardest not to laugh even though you give Abby a wink.

Daniel looks too stunned to speak and keeps shaking his head in disbelief.

“Come on,” you gently push him in the direction of the front door, “let’s go.” You turn towards your Granddad then, who’s in his chair, watching the evening news, “Try to behave? Let Abby watch some TV once the news is finished, ok?” 

Granddad huffs but then says something that sounds like, “You kids have fun,” and really, that’s a win as far as you’re concerned. You follow Daniel outside and can’t help but gasp when you see his car, “Oh Jesus.”

“What?”

“That seems awfully fancy,” you say while you admire the Porsche that looks completely out of place here on the farm.

“It’s sort of a date,” he counters with a grin and a shrug. “Of course it’s going to be fancy.”

A warm feeling spreads inside of you when you hear him say the word ‘date’ and if you weren’t feeling like a nervous schoolgirl before, spending way too much time on picking an outfit and doing your hair and makeup, you sure feel like one now and so you quickly try to compose yourself, “It looks beautiful.”

“Just like you.” 

“Oh, very smooth Ricciardo,” you shake your head, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks because you were never good at taking compliments.

“What? It’s true. You look absolutely gorgeous,” he says as he opens the door for you. 

“Thank you,” you tell him, accepting the compliment. You sit down, admiring the interior as Daniel rounds the car and gets inside.

“You ready?”

“Ready,” you reply with a smile that grows even wider when the car purrs to life and he accelerates down the driveway.

***

Daniel hasn’t told her where they’re going, wanting to keep it a surprise, and so when he stops at the gate to Darlington Estate about thirty minutes later she looks at him in disbelief and Daniel can’t help but smile at her. 

“How- This is impossible to get into,” she says, shaking her head. “They have a waitlist that’s at least-”

“It helps when you know the owner,” he replies with a shrug, as if it’s no big deal. Except it was, because even though he does know the owner it took him quite some pleading and a promise of two VIP tickets to the Melbourne Grand Prix next year to get them a table for tonight. 

When he pulls up in front of the entrance not much later he gets out and hands his keys to the valet, before he walks over to her side and opens the door, offering his hand to help her out of the car. 

“Thank you,” she whispers, not letting go once she’s outside.

Daniel feels- There’s a fleeting thought that he can just about grasp before it disappears again, something about how if something as simple as holding her hand already feels this good, he can’t wait to find out what it will feel like when he finally gets to kiss her.  

Inside they’re greeted by the Maître D’ who leads them to a private table in the back of the restaurant and when they sit down she looks around in wonder, “It’s beautiful here.”

He’s only got eyes for her though and so he hums in reply. Part of him wants to get to date over with, wants to take her home and see where the night takes them. The other part wants to stay in this moment forever. Before he has time to figure out what that means the waiter comes over and hands them their menus and he busies himself with that instead. 

Once they’ve made their choice and the waiter comes by with a glass of white wine for her and water for him - he’s still in the middle of a season after all - his phone buzzes to let him know he’s got a new notification and the only reason he checks it is because she’s busy talking to the waiter about their wine selection. He can feel his eyes widen when he sees it’s a iCal invite from Blake for a meeting with Christian next Wednesday 

“Everything ok?”

She sounds worried and so he quickly looks up at her and tries his best reassuring smile when he sees she’s biting her lip in anticipation, “Yeah, I uh-” he shakes his head, “I just got an invitation to a meeting that I’ve sort of been waiting for.” He hates not telling her the entire truth, but the waiter’s still hanging around their table and Daniel’s been sufficiently media trained that he knows strangers are not to be trusted. 

The waiter seems to take this as his cue to leave though and so Daniel leans forward, because he feels, especially after the way she was so honest and open with him about Ellie’s dad, he owes her one. Just to be sure he leans in and keeps his voice low, “It’s a meeting with Red Bull.”

He doesn’t know how much she knows about Formula One, doesn’t know if she cares about his career or the sport in general but then he sees her eyebrows knit together and she whispers back, “That’s your old team, isn’t it?”

“Yep.”

She does that thing then, that she sometimes does with Ellie as well, where she gives him two options, to make it easier for her to understand his thoughts, “And is this a good or a bad thing?”

He thinks about it for a while, thinks about the meeting he had with Christian and Helmut after the Dutch Grand Prix, where, when Christin had first mentioned the option of becoming third driver, it had felt more like a curse than a blessing to him. Now though, he’s not so sure. 

He loves being a Formula One driver, really he does. Driving his car out on track is the best feeling in the world. Travelling the world and getting to see all these amazing places is a privilege he’s very aware only a few people get to have. And yet it still feels as if there’s something missing. He first noticed at Renault, when the team didn’t give him the car they promised him they would, but back then he ignored it and put it down to changing teams. When it only got worse at McLaren he thought maybe it wasn’t the sport that betrayed him. Maybe he betrayed himself.

Ever since the summer break there’s been a little voice in the back of his mind that tells him maybe it’s ok if he doesn’t get a seat in Formula One next year, maybe what he needs is some time away from it all, maybe that will help him find what he’s been looking for over the past four years, maybe what he’s been looking for has been right in front of him since-

“Daniel?”

Her voice interrupts his thoughts and when he finds her smiling at him with that kind smile she usually only reserves for Ellie he knows he zoned out for a minute. He shakes his head, “Sorry. I just-” 

She seems to know something is bothering him because she leans forward and puts her hand on his arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze, “Do you want to talk about it?”

He hasn’t really spoken to anyone about this, Michael and Blake think they’re still fighting for a seat, heck, even his parents think he’ll do whatever it takes to stay in the sport next year but somehow he finds himself nodding, “Yeah. I think I do.” 

***

All throughout the starter and the main course he talks and you listen and when he tells you about his time at Renault and McLaren your heart aches for him when you hear how the sport he used to love so deeply has taken so much from him. 

“So yeah,” Daniel says as he fiddles with the salt shaker, both your plates now sitting empty between you, “a second meeting with Christian sounds pretty good.” He lets out a shaky laugh then, “Unless he’s going to tell me he wants to retract his offer. That would suck.” 

“Daniel-”

“It’s ok,” he quickly reassures you, his smile genuine this time and waving his hand around. “I’ve known Christian for a while now, if he didn’t want this to go through he would have called already, not set up another meeting.” He lets out a heavy sigh then, “I just- It feels like I’m about to settle. But it also feels like this might be a good thing, you know? I don’t know. I wish I had a clear answer.” 

He hasn’t asked for your advice and even if he had you wouldn’t have told him what you think he should do. It doesn’t matter. It’s his choice. And part of you already think he’s made up his mind and so you tell him, “Listen to your heart. I think you’ll find the answer right there.”

***

Daniel smiles and looks down at where he’s turning the salt shaker between his hands, “Yeah.” 

She’s right, of course she is, because he knows what he wants to do. 

He wants to go home. 

***

When the waiter comes by to ask if he can get them anything else, both of you shake your head and Daniel asks for the check instead. You watch as he pays, tipping generously, and when he gets up and holds out his hand for you to take you do so without hesitating. 

It’s raining when you get outside, the wind having picked up a lot since this afternoon, the promise of a late winter storm hanging heavy in the air, and so you rush to the car, you with your purse over your head and Daniel pulling you from left to right as he tries to avoid the puddles that are scattered across the road. Your giggles and Daniel’s laugh filling the air around you long after you make it inside the car. 

The drive back is quiet but never uncomfortably so, Daniel quietly singing along to the songs on the radio and you staring at the raindrops that slide down the window, tracing their path with your eyes and sometimes your finger. You’re a little lost in thoughts, wondering how things will go from here, wondering what it is you and Daniel are. Friends, for sure, but is this turning into something more even a possibility? He leaves for Singapore on Tuesday and he’ll be gone for almost two more months after that, so would this even work? Does he even like you like that? Do you even like him that way? 

You don't want to dive into this head first, after all you've got Ellie to worry about. Ellie, who seems to be as smitten with Daniel as you are. Who you’ve never seen trust someone so wholeheartedly right from the get go. You’re not sure if she’s old enough to remember Daniel if- You shake your head, not wanting to get ahead of things. If anything you like to see where this goes, not just now but also after, when he comes back once the season is over. You just hope Daniel feels the same way. 

All too soon Daniel turns onto your driveway and when he pulls up to the house not much later he immediately turns the engine off, a hesitant smile when he looks at you, “Don’t want to wake Ellie up.”

You smile at him, your heart about to burst out of your chest with how, even now, he thinks of Ellie, "Thank you."

"So uhm," Daniel starts, turning towards you in his seat. "My parents are hosting a barbecue on Sunday, 'cause it's the last time I'll be home for a while, you know? Anyway, I was wondering-" he looks away and fiddles with his keys before he clears his throat, "I was wondering if maybe you and Ellie would like to come. And Oscar, if he's up for it. I know it’s super short notice so-"

"Daniel," you start, not sure what you want to say next.

"It's only a few people," he quickly adds. "My sister and her husband and kids, Blake, Michael- It's just-" he smiles and shrugs, "I told my mom about helping out here and she really would like to meet you." Daniel looks at you expectantly, "It starts at noon, so you would be back in time to take care of the girls. And it won't be too late of a bedtime for Ellie either."

You can't help but smile, endeared by the way he seems to have thought of everything. And even though the idea of meeting his family seems a little daunting, you try to tell yourself that maybe it's only fair if you do - after all, he's already met the most important person in your life as well - and so you nod, "I'd like that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you agree easily enough. "Text me the address and we'll be there." 

"Mint," Daniel replies with a grin. 

"I should probably head inside," you nod towards the house. "I told Abby we'd be back before midnight." You wait for him to do something, thinking maybe he would take the lead and kiss you, but when he doesn't move you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek instead, "Thank you for tonight, Daniel. I had a great time."

"So did I." He taps the steering wheel a few times before he looks back at you, "We should do this again sometime."

The promise of another date unleashes a herd of butterflies into your stomach but you try to play it cool, "We should." You unbuckle your seatbelt then and step outside, leaning back in as he starts the car, "See you tomorrow?"

"Yes, ma'am," he says, tipping his imaginary hat. "At your service."

You laugh, "Bye." 

***

Fuck. He should have just kissed her.

***

You watch as he drives away and let out a heavy sigh, quietly berating yourself for not kissing him.

[pizza-games-and-more]

The final part of my Vigi Angst Fic I just wrote on a whim!

Hope you’re ready for an emotional rollercoaster of a finale! And despite splitting it, this is still the longest chapter!

Also, I’ll be making a post linking to all parts, as well as a version of this fic I’ll be posting to AO3! I hope people like it there too!

---

The following days, Noisette would return to check up on her new friend and get to know him more. The two ended up becoming really good friends already over the course of just a week.

All that time, however, he couldn't stop thinking about what happened that night. It haunted him just as much as his grandfather's death.

Eventually, he couldn't hold in his feelings much longer and confided in the only person he trusted.

"Noisette... Can I tell you something?" He sighed.

"What is it, Vigi?" She responded.

Oh yeah, she gave him the nickname 'Vigilante' when she found out his full name. Then she shortened that nickname to Vigi. She was... something.

"Well... you know how you found that straw hat and glasses in the river?" Vigert said. He then explained what happened right before she found him in the forest. Then, he described the weird experience he had that night.

"Hmmm... Maybe it was his ghost." Noisette suggested.

"You know, that's not the craziest possibility." Vigert sighed. He'd been coming up with all sorts of things, but none of them made much sense.

Noisette then laughed. "Sorry, I was just thinking about my boyfriend. He would have freaked if he was here, just from the word ghost alone."

Vigert couldn't help but smile. Noisette really did know how to brighten up any situation.

He couldn't ask for a better friend than her.

"In all seriousness, why don't you go there?" Noisette said.

Vigert hesitated, then answered. "I'm... scared. Even if that wasn't a ghost, I'm... worried that if I head there, I'll have to face... something I really don't wanna."

Noisette placed her hand on his slimy 'shoulder'. "Want me to come with you?"

That might not be a bad idea. If he had to face something awful, he at least had someone to come back to.

He searched his grandfather's keys for one to the shed. He was never allowed to go in there for the longest time. Why that was, his grandfather never told him. It was today that he was finally going to find out.

Vigert and Noisette stood outside the shed.

Vigert didn't know how to feel about the fact that someone he had just met a week ago was already potentially getting in on family secrets, but he continued anyway.

He took a deep breath and opened the door.

What he saw in there was... not what he expected. There were framed newspaper articles featuring a young Cheeseslime with a revolver. Said revolver was also in there, on top of a stool.

Vigert got closer to the articles while Noisette followed.

His hunch was confirmed when he started reading. It was none other than John E. Cheese in his younger years. He was apparently renowned for his gun skills and how he would fight criminals all on his own.

"You never told me your granddad was a badass!" Noisette said enthusiastically.

"I... didn't know." Vigert replied. He didn’t even know such people existed outside of books and TV shows.

All of a sudden, a cold wind entered the shed.

"Behind you." A familiar voice said.

Vigert turned around. It was his grandfather, in ghostly form. So Noisette was right all along...

"Granddad!" He clumsily and hastily approached the ghost, as if he was possessed to do so.

"Calm down, son. Calm down." John put his ghostly hand on Vigert's side as the latter burst into tears. "I'm sorry I couldn't be here sooner. I wasn't needed before. I can only come back when I'm needed."

Noisette stared at what was going on in awe. She knew it was a ghost, but she wasn’t expecting to actually see it!

“I see you came along too. Thank you for helping my grandson out. You’re a kind person, if a little... unique.” John told Noisette, before putting his attention back on Vigert.

Noisette then left the shed to give them a moment, but listened just outside.

"Why? Why did you..." Vigert started to ask between sobs but couldn't even finish his sentence.

“You’re still young.” John said, trying to dry his grandson’s tears. “You’ve got a full life ahead of you. Me? I’ve lived mine out for a while.”

He then pointed to the articles on the walls of the shed. “This is what I did with my life when I wasn’t much older than you. I wanted to show you when I felt you were ready. I figured showing you now would help you out.”

Vigert dried his tears. Even now, his granddad still wanted to help him?

“Don’t feel bad about what happened in the river. Honestly, I should’ve said something when you were climbing that tree. I just didn’t want to treat you like a child.” John assured Vigert.

He then attempted to pull his grandson into a hug. It obviously failed, but Vigert pretended to hug him back in response.

“Take my lucky revolver. Do whatever you want with it. And I’ll be there when you need me the most.” John said. “And I’ll always love you, no matter what you do.”

“I love you too, Granddad...” Vigert replied. It felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, getting to say that once more at last.

And with that, John E. Cheese vanished. Vigert no longer needed him right then.

“So, what are you gonna do with it?” Noisette asked, as Vigert left the shed.

Vigert looked at the revolver. He remembered the framed newspaper articles. Then he had an idea.

---

10 years later...

Vigert Ebenezer Lantte, now known around these parts as The Vigilante, was exhausted. How could he lose to this fat Italian criminal so badly? That was... easily the most humiliating fight he’d ever been through. Not to mention no one else was around to help him patch up his wounds.

Not only that, but that asshole had destroyed his farm, and then incapacitated his grandfather’s spirit as he tried to help in the fight. So yeah, he was naturally very pissed off.

He huffed as he made his way up to the fourth floor of the tower. That’s where Noisette set up her cafe. He’d made a promise to visit every day and goddamnit he was gonna keep that promise even if it killed him.

Once he got in, he was greeted by the lovely smell of Noisette’s coffee. Her food might be... questionable, but her coffee was still as good as ever.

Despite his injuries, he let himself relax.

“Long day, huh, Vigi?” Noisette said. She hadn’t changed in the slightest since they first met. Though he did learn of her more... peculiar habits. He was just honestly relieved that she remained friends with him after he got more aggressive over time.

“Hope your boyfriend does better...” Vigert sighed, getting up onto the counter stool he usually sat on.

“Oh, I’m almost certain Noise will! He hates him!” Noisette said in the most dissonantly cheerful way possible.

As Vigert sipped his coffee, he smiled. This was tough, but he’s handled worse.

And he’s not going to give up that easily. If everyone else fails, he’ll take him on again, and he won’t show any mercy this time.

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 439

McCoy

McCoy stood with his arm around Scotty’s waist as they watched their friends drive away from the palace. Scotty’s arm was around him as well and the warmth from his fiancé was pleasant against the cool breezes finally beginning to blow across Georgiares.

Glancing over he saw his sister’s fingers slowly stretching for Robbie’s. He had noticed they had tried to be low key around everyone else, with the only moment where they hadn’t been was when Leah had grabbed Robbie’s arm over Scotty’s revelation.

But perhaps their friends had simply read that as concern for a soon to be family member. Except Christine. She knew the truth from when McCoy had accidentally let it slip.

Spock stood alone. But McCoy knew that through their bond, he and Jim were never quite fully alone. A thought or feeling could pass between them easily as they had all seen frequently in the last few days.

“What- what should we do?” Leah asked, finally breaking the silence.

“I haven’t seen Mum today,” Scotty said. “I’d like to before they’re off too.”

“They’re staying the week like you guys,” Leah said. “It’s all been arranged.”

McCoy sensed Scotty’s surprise next to him. And honestly he was as well. Hadn’t they talked about having Francine and Granddad visit in the summer when the boys had visited for Leah’s birthday? The current circumstances for why everyone was on Georgiares weren’t great, but they’d get to be together and recover together.

“She’s been with Mother in the sitting room,” Leah offered as Scotty turned to head back inside. “They’ve been thick as thieves.”

Their mothers were similar anyway and with the added crisis of the past few days, it seemed they had grown closer.

“Where you heading, Spock?” McCoy asked.

“I would like some rest. Perhaps some mediation. I will join you at dinner.”

“Don’t be late,” Leah called after him. McCoy noticed a twinkle in her eye.

“What’s so special about dinner?” he asked his sister suspiciously.

“Nothing,” Leah answered too innocently.

“Liar,” McCoy said.

“Ye know,” Scotty said as they all walked into the palace together, “I’m surprised this hasn’t all been picked up by the media yet. Starfleet capturing Romulans and all…”

Leah let out a brisk laugh. Scotty frowned at her.

“It is all over the news,” she said.

“Our PADDS are at school,” McCoy reminded her. “And no one has exactly had any news turned on while we’ve been here.”

“Oh, right,” Leah said. “Well Father has been preparing a statement and it should be going out this afternoon. Plus if they can’t find Khan they’ll probably put notice out to watch for him through the Federation.”

McCoy frowned. He didn’t want to think anymore about Khan.

“Come on, let’s go find Francine and Mother,” he said, grabbing Scotty’s hand. “What are you guys going to do?” He looked at Leah and raised an eyebrow.

Robbie’s cheeks pinkened.

“Father has some work for me and then maybe we’ll meet up with you guys later,” Leah said. “Have fun, take it easy.”

“What do ye think they’ll really do?” Scotty whispered when they were out of earshot of their siblings.

McCoy rolled his eyes. “I don’t want to think about it,” he grimaced.

Scotty’s laugh beside him made McCoy smile again.

“What about you?” McCoy leaned in. “Still want to find our mothers or…?” He gave Scotty a wink.

Scotty kissed him quickly before he could move back.

“Later,” he whispered. “I get to see ye much more than I see my mum.”

“Fair enough,” McCoy said back.

Part 440

Scotty

The boys knocked on the door and quickly heard Eleanor's voice inviting them in.

Leonard opened the door and peered into the room, Scotty close behind him.

"Mother, Francine."

They entered and Scotty gave his mother a smile, which she did not immediately return.

"Montgomery Scott. What did I hear from yer grandfather?"

Scotty flinched imperceptibly under Francine's stern gaze. He hid slightly behind Leonard.

"I... wanted to tell ye back then. I really did. But..."

Before he could even utter his apology, his mother's gaze softened. She stood up and pulled Scotty into her arms.

"Aye, I know. Ye were scared."

She gently stroked one hand through her son's hair before letting him go and looking at the two boys.

"I'm just glad you're all staying safe here. Robbie, too."

Scotty nodded. He could understand that.

"Come to pay your old mothers a visit?" joked Eleanor, and Scotty looked to her.

"Ma'am, ye're not old."

Both Eleanor and Francine laughed out loud and Francine gave her son a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, my dear Monty. Always so well behaved."

"I guess that's up to the lady who raised me," Scotty returned. Francine laughed and pulled the boys with her then.

"Why don't ye join us?"

No sooner said than done.

"How's your brother doing? David told me he would have rather flown back to school."

Eleanor looked questioningly at Scotty, who shrugged.

"I think he'll get over it quickly. Leah is taking care of him and supporting him where she can."

Her daughter's name elicited a soft smile from the queen.

"I never thought I would see Leah so in love." Her gaze drifted to Leonard. "And certainly not you."

Scotty felt Leonard intertwine their fingers.

"Scotty... has changed my perspective on a lot of things."

Eleanor just nodded and took a sip of her tea. Then she looked from Leonard to Scotty.

"And I'm very grateful to him for that."

Scotty immediately felt himself blushing. Had he really made Leonard a different person? Sometimes he wondered what his fiancé had been like before they had met.

He had seen pictures and read articles, but he really wished that Eleanor would tell him stories sometime. Because... no one knew their son better than their own mother.

At least that was the case with him and Francine. She could tell a lot of stories about him as a kid. Not all good stories, but Scotty didn't care.

"But Leonard changed my Monty just as much," Francine told her newfound friend.

"Really? I thought Scotty was always such a sweet boy."

"Ha! Sweet yes, but naughty too. And he used to only have eyes for spaceships. He even wanted to marry one once."

"A mhàthair," Scotty grumbled awkwardly.

On second thought, he didn't want too much to be shared about Leonard's and his childhood after all.

"Oh, really? You chose me over a spaceship?" Leonard grinned at him and Scotty playfully nudged him in the side.

"Of course. Although... that ship was really an incredibly bonnie lady."

Leonard just laughed before leaning over and kissing Scotty.

"Well then, I'm in luck."

Scotty grinned and at that moment he really wished they had gone to Leonard's room after all.

They talked with their mothers for a while before it was time for dinner. Security escorted them to the dining room where Granddad and Dr. Boyce were already sitting and talking.

Scotty and Leonard took seats across from them.

Spock and his parents followed shortly after, closely followed by David.

Only Robbie and Leah were missing.

[alinacapellabooks]

Thanks for the tag! Going in with Kunio this time, since a lot of these questions apply to him the most: 1.) How good is your sleep schedule?

Fucking ass, but that’s probably because of my C-PTSD. It’s to get any sleep when you’re hypervigilant and you keep having nightmares about your childhood.

2.) Do you have any siblings?

No. With all of the casual sex that Nozomi had, it’s some kind of fucked up miracle that she only ended up having me. Having little siblings would’ve given me even more shit to worry about in my childhood.

3.) What was the toughest time you had to endure while growing up?

My entire childhood was one big trauma conga-line, but if I had to narrow it down to one specific event…Probably the day that my granddad died. I know what you’re thinking, oh, he must’ve been old, he must’ve gone peacefully, but he didn’t. A drunk driver hit him when he was on the way to pick me up from school, and just like that, my childhood was over. I had no one left who loved me anymore. Having to learn to do everything for myself was a massive adjustment, but it was either learn to fend for myself, or die. It’s not like Nozomi cared enough to start taking me to school, or making my lunches, or doing any of the things that he used to do for me.

4.) What was the worst day of your life?

The day of my granddad’s funeral. That was the day I had to fully accept that he was gone, and that I was on my own. I was eight years old, and no one cared if I lived or died anymore.

5.) What is your worst nightmare? All of my worst nightmares have already happened. I have nothing to fear anymore, except for losing Nathaniel. If Nathaniel died, I think I’d kill myself so that I didn’t have to live without him.

6.) If a monster asked you your worst nightmare, what would you tell it and why?

I could honestly just tell it my life story. None of the nightmares I’ve had are half as bad as the shit that’s happened to me in real life.

7.) What’s your relationship with your family like?

I loved my granddad, never knew my dad, and my mum wanted me dead. I’m being dead serious, she told me to my face that she wished I was dead multiple times.

8.) Do you have any hobbies?

Tabletop RPGs, and cosplaying. Been meaning to get into hiking as well, but haven’t had the time.

9.) Do you dream often? What about? I don’t have dreams, I have nightmares. And most of them are about my childhood, but sometimes I have nightmares about being attacked by people I trust as well. The joys of C-PTSD.

10.) What is one thing you would not wish upon your greatest adversary?

Nozomi. My mother has ruined the lives of everyone she’s ever been close to. She’s like a cancer; she’ll take all that she can get from someone, and then she’ll spread to someone else, and take all she can get from them.

Tagging @mauannacreates, and anyone else who wants to join!

🌸✨OC Questionnaire Tag +bonus Character Voice✨🌺

Thank you for this tag @mysticstarlightduck here, a character voice tag here, more questions from @ominous-feychild here and @fantasy-things-and-such here✨

My questions:

How good is your sleep schedule?

Do you have any siblings? If so, how good is your relationship?

What was the toughest time you had to endure while growing up?

What was the worst day of your life?

What's your worst nightmare?

If a monster asked you your worst nightmare, what would you tell it and why?

"What's your relationship with your family like?"

"Do you have any hobbies? if so, what ones?"

"Do you dream often? what about?"

"What is the one thing you would not wish on your greatest adversary?

And answering the questions With this voice:

"(sighs, done with life) Alright, what did you do now?"

Guess who has the perfect OC to answer these? That’s right: Come on out, Tyr:

From In The Realm Of Giants

Sucks. Getting jostled around in a jar isn’t the most comfortable sleeping space. Go figure, right? (Glares up at Tav)

No. I’m an only child. Mom died when I was five, and Dad’s been overprotective of his only son. Heh….probably should’ve listened in hindsight…

Right after Mom died, we were grieving. Dad grieved a long, long time. He was so paranoid he’d lose me too, that he didn’t let me outside our cottage home for a year. I had to really fight hard to show him that I can be worthy of leadership, that I’m okay, and he doesn’t need to smother me. I passed all the trials and he still sees me as this defenseless child. I’m twenty-two now; I don’t need to have him breathing down my neck.

Losing my mother. How Dad sat me down, tears welled in his eyes, choking out that Mom wasn’t coming back. I felt lost…confused….angry. D-damn it….

(Glares up at the giant from inside the jar) I dunno, Tav. What IS my worst nightmare?

(still glaring, words dripping with venomous sarcasm) OH GEE, I DON’T KNOW, GUSTAV. What WOULD I tell you?

I love my dad and my village. Yeah, he can be a bit overbearing at times, but I can see why. I’m a rebellious little shit, and I caused a lot of trouble for him. And the village…I would die to protect my people. Oh Dad, I’m sorry….I hope everyone’s doing alright….

Besides not getting eaten by a giant? I did my trainings to get all my marks. I guess you can call those hobbies….? I passed my archery test for the Mark of the Snake, led a successful pack hunt for my Mark of the Wolf, and passed the fishing trial for my Mark of the Bear

Usually it’s nightmares about getting eaten alive….being abducted by this dumbass didn’t help that—H-HEY! Don’t jostle the jar!! Fucker, you did that on purpose!! I see you snickering!!

(Glaring up at Gustav so intensely the sun couldn’t burn him to the same degree)

G: …..Huh? What? I wasn’t paying attention. 🤷‍♂️

Whew! I’ll leave these same questions for anyone else who wants to answer! ✨

Tagging (no pressure): @finickyfelix , @rivenantiqnerd , @noxxytocin , @pixies-love-envy , @honeybewrites , @drchenquill , @theaistired , @aintgonnatakethis , @willtheweaver , @autism-purgatory , @gioiaalbanoart , @alinacapellabooks , @fortunatetragedy , @theverumproject , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @wyked-ao3 , @addicted2coke-theothercoke , @paeliae-occasionally , @sunglasses-in-the-bentley , @jev-urisk , @thatuselesshuman , @lychhiker-writes +open tag! ✨

[beaversatemygrandma]

You know, I’ve been finding a lot of odd similarities between my most recent ex and the guy I’ve been talking to as of late. Most just minor things, and an usual same level of color blindness, which literally doesn’t matter at all but it a weird similar thing all the same. (This guy LITERALLY Caused me to do a science project on colorblindness because i was curious how he saw my old sparkledog OC. The look was weird btw. He didn’t get her full vibe.)

Though this one is So Much More Positive. Both are so sweet, so odd in the best ways, such cute little vocal/texting quirks which are also oddly similar, and just... idk it’s weird. I mean, soft, gentle, nerdy, kind guys. Can’t go wrong.

What weird is my thought of, what if i liked my ex because of the familiar feel from this guy? Like, I’ve known him for years. He’s always been an odd source of comfort. He’s positive with an oddly innocent outlook on the world even though the world has fucked him over ten ways til sunday. He listens to my stories with such an attentiveness and goes along with my mindless making of future plans that likely won’t even happen until late next year. I’ll tell him the most chaotic and slightly traumatizing story and instead of going along with my vibe of telling an interesting story for the hell of it, i get this overly caring “Are you okay” and a whole “I’m glad you made it out of there” when I literally look back on these as some odd story i can tell and not like a personal experience, whether that’s a coping mechanism or avoidance. Hell, he talked me through a mild anxiety attack i had yesterday morning because tasks just stacked up on me out of nowhere and I just couldn’t work it through. And he gave me that solid voice to rely on to get past it on my own. It feels fresh and new and i feel so cared for and i haven’t even seen this guy physically since we were 17.

And with my ex, it was sort of the same way, just those months of endless talking until one day we were like “Let’s go on a date” and well, it was this Very Intensely romantic weekend. I came to work afterwards covered in makeup smothered hickeys and just BEAMING Happiness, so much that my coworkers were like “Alright, you met the one.” And I have a weird feeling this will work out in a similar way.

It might even be a little slower building, which honestly could even be healthier. He quickly took note of taking it slower and not rushing in on things. He listens. He adjusts. He just does the right thing each time somehow? Why is this odd to me? I don’t feel like i need to keep anything from him. I literally just went on this entire tangent about classic cars which i have Never Done to somebody other than my dad because my dad is the one who taught me all that. I was raised by a car and this guy Enjoyed every second of me ranting off about how shitty Chevy SSRs look. Hell, there’s even another potential plan of hitting that classic car museum in the hometown because my granddad’s car is now On Display There. Which honestly, is pretty cool. That thing was the car I worked around when stuffing my things into his garage and now it’s On Display. Rightfully so too. It’s a classic 60s Triumph TR-3 in Mint condition if you ignore the fact that the top doesn’t go up anymore. Just an old an unique British sports car. You do not see those much in the states. I just talk endlessly and he’s there hanging on my every word. I try to do the same for him, but there’s hardly any stories there but I keep getting the most interesting little facts about his life that I had never known before.

I’m not even going to lie, I Regret not delving further into a relationship with him in high school. He’s interesting in a boring way. Like, it’s comforting. Comfortable. I feel like being around him i could finally feel normal again.

Yeah. I’ve come to the conclusion. I’m doing this. I’m going for this one. He makes me happy, if not slightly distracting at times because we’ll go on this entire tangent of joking around with each other when i should be doing something productive.

But then again, holy shit, I’m falling for the weird guy who puppy dogged along behind me through all of high school. Hell, should’ve been a sign when i literally couldn’t get rid of him. I liked talking to him but DAMN, was that boy obsessed back then. And now i want to return all of the affection he has had for me. It’s a long time in the making, so might as well, right?

[phoenixyfriend]

Rey Gives No F*cks About the Grandfather Paradox

Okay so since nobody’s suggested a fic under these terms, I ended up expanding on this post on discord and things snowballed. We kept to the basics of the entire plot revolving around Rey really hating her grandad and leveraging her blood relation to not be unalived about it.

With contributions by @atagotiak​, @dracothulhu​, @thepallaspalace​, and several others. The title comes from @gelpenss​.

The basic thing I absolutely need is this: Rey gets thrown back to the middle of the clone wars, and the subsequent plot leans in really heavily on her being, genetically-via-clone-dad, the daughter of the guy running the entire galaxy.

Nobody knows what to do with her.

The timing is mid-TCW for the past (because I want Ahsoka there) and vaguely between Episodes 8 and 9 because I... never watched E9 and don’t want to worry about the timeline. The only things that matter is that Luke is dead (he can die as he did in canon) and that Rey knows she’s Palp’s granddaughter (not the way she does in canon).

We'll say Luke found out from Anakin's panicked force-ghost and just went "well, fuck, okay, I should tell her this before she ends up in a situation like mine and finds out mid-battle or something."

Luke, prior to time-travel: Okay, so, now that I'm dead I know some things I didn't before. Like who your parents were. In the interest of full disclosure because I was in a very similar situation and I don't want you learning the way I did, I'm just going to come right out and say that your father was a clone was Sheev Palpatine. Rey: ... Luke: Are you okay? Rey: I don't know who that is.

(She grew up on Jakku, the history education was a little subpar.)

Setting The Scene

Imagine Rey showing up during or immediately before the clone wars. There’s this phenomenally powerful feral teenager from a desert backwater who tells you that if you ran a paternity test, it would probably pop up the Chancellor. She may or may not bring up cloning. She accuses said Chancellor of being a Sith Lord.

Your other phenomenally powerful feral teenager from a desert backwater, who may not be a teenager anymore but only barely, is very offended by this because Palpatine’s a Very Nice Old Grandfather Figure, but also he’s a little full of side-eye because if the blood test comes back as proof, then Palpatine had a kid and didn’t even know about them, or lied to Anakin, and that’s! Bad! Family’s important!!!

Palpatine hears about this daughter he apparently? Has? And is very confused because the timing doesn’t match up with ANYTHING he was doing, so the kid isn’t natural, and he says as much. (There is an explanation! It’s not a correct explanation, but he does come up with one.)

Finn and Poe and BB-8 all get dragged along because why not have the gang there? Nobody that’s already born, because [handwave] conservation of souls or something, IDK, point is the only person dragged along that’s even remotely close to already existing is Luke’s Force Ghost, who mostly hangs around begging Rey to be less impulsive. Finn is good because he is a nice polite boy, but for actual useful information they need Poe. The unfortunate situation is that the three do not land together. They land at the same time, in completely different corners of the galaxy. This means that nobody is there to curb Rey being her most impulsive self.

Time travel Rey knows two things. Luke’s dad ends up evil. Palpatine has always been evil.

She can solve one of these problems by killing the other, yes?

Rey: Ready to Rumble

See, the initial idea was this: Rey tried to break into the senate to kill Palpatine, got arrested, and then used the "he's biologically my father" card to get out of jail free. (Force Ghost Luke follows her like “please take five seconds to think this through.”)

But.

But.

It would be very, very, very funny if The Force just dumps her in a flash of light in the senate building and she just attacks Gramps on sight. Just a shouted "YOU!" and no-hesitation attempted murder.

Palpatine has no idea what's going on.

Rey took maybe two seconds to get identity confirmation and then started swinging.

[Image Description: An individual in a green metal helmet with an eye slit, holding a pistol. In the upper left, upper right, and lower middle are the phrases “I do not know who I am...” “I don’t know why I’m here” and “All I know is that I must kill.” End description.]

Of course, she gets arrested. There are Master Jedi in the Senate. There are Clone Troopers. Palpatine isn’t the weak old man he pretends to be. Of course she’s stopped.

But she isn’t executed in time for Palpatine to stop her from ruining his entire reputation.

Immediately after Rey fails to kill her Shitty Granddad, Luke's ghost shows up and begs her to not talk about the Sith thing because it will completely undermine everything she's trying to do. Pass off the attempted murder as something else!

Rey, panicking: "that fucker left me on a desert planet for 10 years!" "You owe me 19 years of child support you son of a Hutt!"

The Jedi have to do the investigation, because the girl showed up with a laser sword, and the conversation is, uh... interesting. (“Where did you get that lightsaber?” “I got it from a mysterious old pirate lady I never met before. I don't know, I was being shown around by a smuggler and a Wookie.”)

Interviewer: Why did you try to assassinate the Chancellor? Luke: Say it wasn't assassination. Rey: It wasn't assassination. Int: You weren't trying to kill him? Luke: Assassination has to be politically motivated. Rey: This was, um... not political. Assassination is political, right? Int: You mean this was personally motivated? Rey: Yes. Int: I see. What personal motivation? Luke: Jakku! Rey: He's my grandfather. Int: ... Rey: Possibly father. Nobody was very clear on that. Int: ... Luke: Tell them to run a paternity test. Rey: Oh hey, a blood test would tell us which, right? Int: ............ Rey: I spent ten years as an orphaned scrapdealer on Jakku. He's my father. I'm kind of a little angry. Int: ........... Luke: Good job, kid. You bought yourself some time. Int: I'm going to get a medic to see about that parternity test.

Obviously, it comes back positive. Congratulations, Sheev, you’re the father.

Rey comes with a ready-made built-in excuse for hating Palpatine that nobody can question or fault her for!

Rey, pouring Truth into the Force: I didn't even know I was related to the Chancellor until a few months ago, but it's his fault I grew up the way I did, and he should take some responsibility!

The entire thing is mostly kept hush hush but someone leaks it to the press and Palpatine's ratings tank.

"Chancellor, I think we'll need to waive family visitation until she wants you a little less dead." "I would like to find out why she wants me dead, and indeed, where she came from." "...sir, for your own safety--"

Who would win? A master plan years in the making spanning decades of manipulating and work? or One (1) paternity test

"Okay, so, Rey Palpat--" "Ew, no, I don't want his name." "You--okay. Sure, we can understand that. Is there a name you would prefer to put on the paperwork?" Rey, who would have gone by Skywalker in honor of Luke but can't do that when Anakin is right there and all: "Can I think about it?"

Rey: I don't know what I want my last name to be but I know I don't want his, and most of the people I’d want a name from have famous families like you... Luke's ghost, pointing out the Literal Nobody that she cares about a lot: How about Solo? Rey: ...Solo, then.

(A few months later she runs into Poe again and he offers for Finn and Rey to both take his name because honestly they need SOMETHING but at that point she’s already decided on Smuggler Dad.)

Backtrack a bit. We’ve got a bigger cast.

They all arrive separately. Poe, for one, does better than Rey, who is aiming for a murder, but not quite as well as Finn, who is currently being adopted and hidden like a secret cat by a bunch of Alpha Clones on Kamino. He vibes with the names-or-numbers thing. He doesn’t necessarily tell them where and when he’s from, but he’s very sweet and a great liar and they adopt him wholesale anyway.

The Finn situation is just... "Buir Ti, we need you to hide this man, we've decided he's our little brother but if Nala Se finds out she'll make him leave."

Of course, this leads into Shaak Ti teaching Finn how to Jedi.

Maybe consider Finn needing to almost be tricked into learning Jedi things because he willfully forgets it could apply to him. Finn does not like to think of himself as special, which is super valid, but frustrating for Shaak Ti when it comes to, you know, getting him to acquire knowledge. Finn's training at some point is "here, levitate objects with the Force to entertain the tubies." It’s a lot easier to convince him to practice when it involves the babies.

(Everyone on Kamino looked at Finn and went “oh I love him I’m keeping him and teaching him things.”)

(He’s just very lovable.)

Poe, meanwhile, buys the trust of Anakin Skywalker via R2D2 declaring BB-8 the absolute most baby of droids. R2D2 met BB-8 three hours ago but.

"Hey Obi-Wan this is Poe I met him like five days ago but R2D2 says he checks out because his droid is a baby." "That's nice, Anakin, did you know the Chancellor has a daughter who tried to assassinate him in broad daylight yesterday? Because guess who had to stop the Chancellor from getting assassinated by his daughter in broad daylight yesterday."

A summary so far:

Finn, on Kamino: Hey, um, I don't know where this is, but it's not where I was a few minutes ago. Do you think you could get me a comm? What's your name? Poe, on [dice roll] Denon: Oh, hey, you're General Skywalker? Nice to meet you, I'm so sorry about my droid, she's a little excitable and thought your R2 unit looked like a friend of hers-- Rey, on Coruscant: DIE, GRANDFATHER

Finn: [Peacefully vibing on Kamino, unaware of the chaos and bonding with the clones] Poe: [Trying to explain how he knows someone who tried to kill the chancellor and defend Rey] Rey: [Arrested for trying to kill the chancellor]

Just... just...

Anakin: Some guy ended up lost on base yesterday with his droid, how’s your day going? Obi-Wan: I had to stop someone who claims to be the chancellors daughter from murdering the chancellor after she seemingly blinked into existence in the Senate building. Poe: 😐

(Poe: Oh, so that's where Chaos^2 went.)

Poe: In her defense, she is his... well we don't know if she's his daughter or granddaughter, but she's definitely related to him, and she definitely grew up in a shitty situation that was his fault, so...

(Poe is trying very hard to explain this and not get arrested on the military base.)

As you’ve probably guessed, what's especially funny about all of this for me is the fact that Palpatine is fully aware that this girl shouldn't exist, but can't find a single piece of evidence about where she came from. He didn't start any experiments that could result in a female child, and he didn't have sex in that period of time, so where the hell--

Rey spends so much time in jail... BUT they do eventually assign her a Jedi Master. Possibly before she actually proves her evil grandfather is in fact evil. Most votes went to either Plo Koon or Obi-Wan. Plo, because he’s dad-shaped, and Obi...

"Obi-Wan, you already raised one feral desert child with implausible amounts of power, you handle this." Rey in return is very "Sweet, you vaguely remind me of Master Luke," and nobody knows who the hell she's talking about. Obi-Wan is NOT on board with this plan, she'd really be better off with Plo or like........ Mace.

Reunion Tour

What I need out of this is the eventual Finn and Rey reunion scene that is just excited screaming while someone in the background explains to Shaak Ti that yes this is apparently Palpatine's terrifyingly force-sensitive daughter who hates him.

(Finn senses Rey’s approach and just. Gathers the everyone to wait. He’s just :D REY MY FRIEND REY GUYS MY FRIEND REY IS COMING.)

Anakin shows up with Poe--just a guy who signed on to the military, no big deal--and then Poe and Rey are EXCITED and everyone's just like "Cool, how do you know this literal terrorist child?" And Poe has to scramble and "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh she saved my droid from a scrapheap once and BB-8 is basically my child so I owe her one."

Rey knows that Anakin ends up evil so she’s maybe not actively hostile but definitely very “I’m watching you.” That said, she vibes with him on a lot of things that he maybe doesn’t actively notice.

Rey picks up a snake, snaps off the head for venom avoidance, and starts biting off chunks. Obi-Wan's reaction: [undisguised horror] Anakin and Ahsoka: Ooh, where'd you find that? (Obi-Wan: And now I’m up to three feral children.)

What Does Palpatine Even Do?

OBVIOUSLY at a certain point, Palpatine is just phoning up every ally he has to figure out who broke protocol to synthesize a daughter for him.

So of course, Palpatine blame Plagueis.

She'd have been born five or so years before Naboo, just a few years younger than Anakin. It's such an EASY theory to build a conspiracy around. It is ENTIRELY WRONG, but it’s plausible! And anyone who might have been involved to say otherwise is probably dead!

A random bio-kid shows up you can’t possibly have contributed genes to? Maybe it’s the evil bio spark that did it.

Palpatine tries to placate her with the ‘my genes were stolen for an experiment and I didn’t know’ thing. It doesn’t work because her actual main complaint is he’s evil in her future but he tries.

It'd be a struggle to even get access to her, because of the aforementioned “maybe don’t try to talk to the daughter(?) that hates you” thing, but you know who Palpatine does have access to? The Chosen One.

Rey kind of decides on her favorites early on (she gravitates to Dad Energy and Sad Old Men so Plo and Obi-Wan are on her list, and that means decent time around Anakin and Ahsoka). It's really easy to talk Anakin into helping to some degree because "he'd like to connect to a daughter he never knew" and "a child of her power on a planet like that, you'd know her struggle, my dear boy" and so on. Anakin tries to connect! He tries to play up Sheev’s kind political work and how it can’t have really been his fault! It doesn’t work. Rey does not believe a word of it. Mostly she doesn’t even seem to hear him.

Rey's just like "...oh right, you're the melted mask that Kylo Ren was always ranting about," which means absolutely NOTHING to Anakin, but he mentions it to Palps, who loses his goddamn mind trying to figure out what she's talking about, because it also means absolutely nothing to him.

Here’s the thing: Rey’s already decided that Obi-Wan is cool, because Luke said so, and Plo Koon is dad-shaped, and she also gravitates towards earnest kindness in general, like she made friends with Finn real quick, so Ahsoka? Already getting along great.

She doesn’t dislike Anakin, really, he isn’t evil yet, he’s just... meh. She’s a little suspicious and she likes him less than the others but... Anakin.

Rey, to Anakin: You are my least favorite. Anakin, to Palpatine: YOUR DAUGHTER HATES ME???

And he goes from “she’s a lil standoffish” to “she doesn’t like me” to “she hates me” as is normal for Anakin.

It’s just an escalation of this one time Palpatine wants Anakin to not have rifts and trust issues with a person, at least not until later, because he needs information.

Meanwhile, that very moment, Rey is just like "huh, nobody here is listening to me about how make a sixth-hand carburetor work, where's Luke's dad?"

Anakin is venting to Palpatine about how hard it is to talk to Rey, and she's over in the Temple just like "Hey, that guy was useful last time, I should ask him," but also she only ever thinks of him as Luke's Dad.

(At one point, Obi-Wan is having a bit of a break down, and then Anakin starts having a breakdown about that, meanwhile the clones are (badly) trying to hide Finn behind their backs, Rey is watching Ahsoka practice and being like "I want two lightsabers," and Poe is trying to keep R2 from stealing BB-8 and Force Ghost Luke is just face palming in the background.)

(Rey deserved a saber staff, maybe one that can detach and turn into a jar’kai set. Possibly a pike. Mostly I just wish she got more chances to whack things with a big stick.)

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Ransom Drysdale x Wife!Reader

In for a Penny Part: Three

Word Count: 1358

Series Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Spoilers for Knives Out, Talks of pregnancy, Murder, Swearing, Potentially dark themes (but not really), Death, Nausea, Anxiety. (I may add more as the series progresses)

Part Warnings: Thrombey/Drysdale family

Series Summary: When Harlan Thrombey is found dead, the last person you would think is responsible is. The only problem is how far do you go to protect the ones you love the most.

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Ransom decided not to go to the memorial either and I was too exhausted for an argument, so I let him be. As I arrived at the estate, I noticed the police there. Meg came out to greet me and I noticed that Marta had pulled up at the same time. I hadn’t been introduced to the police yet and they assumed that I was part of ‘the help.’

“The help? This is Y/N Drysdale, Granddad’s granddaughter-in-law and Marta, Granddad’s nurse.” Meg snapped at them.

“It’s okay, sorry.” Marta apologised. I quickly jumped in, sensing her nervousness.

“No, it’s not alright. Come on Marta lets go in.” Me and Meg ushered an upset Marta into the house. Just as we all got up the steps, Linda opened the door. She paid no mind to me but instead, immediately went and spoke to Marta, asking her how she was.

“How are you?” Marta kindly returned the gesture.

“The funeral helped, I guess. Just seeing him. I thought you should have been there. I was out voted.”

I knew that was an outright lie but I didn’t want to cause a scene. Today was about remembering Harlan, not getting one up on my mother-in-law. Richard then walks in on the phone. “I’m not the cops so I don’t know. Alright fine, don’t come, get arrested. Die up your own ass for all I care.” Richard hung up the phone

A pit of dread formed in my stomach as I had a feeling that my father-in-law was talking to my husband. “He’s not coming.” His eyes settled on me and Marta before gesturing to his phone. “Ransom. Little shit. Missed the funeral.”

“Do you know why Y/N?” As you live with him.” Linda disregarded the fact that I live with him due to us being married.

“Well, I don’t think he was up to it.” I told her, biting my tongue to prevent an insult coming out. Linda just nodded at me and muttered an ‘I see’ before turning her nose up.

A man entered the room to inform everyone that the police would like to see each of us one by one.

“All right. I’ll go first.” Linda volunteered. “I’m assuming this will be all wrapped up before the memorial tonight.”

“We’ll do our best ma’am.” The officer gently smiled, although I could tell that he was nervous. They both went through and left me, Meg and Marta to go into the other room and Richard to carry on as he pleased.

*

I was the last one to go in apart from Marta. When I walked in, I saw the officer from before along with two other men. One of which was sitting in the back as if he was a part of the furniture.

“Ms. Drysdale. I would like to introduce ourselves as we haven’t found each other in the same company yet. I am Detective Lieutenant Elliot and here is Trooper Wagner.” The man sitting in front of me spoke as he gestured to himself first and then the man I had met earlier.

“Y/N please.” I offered. “Mrs. Drysdale is my mother-in-law and lord knows I am not like her.” I joked and saw how Trooper Wagner laughed and Lieutenant Elliot bite back a grin.

“So, Y/N, I am going to record this, just so you are aware.” Lieutenant Elliot turned on the recording and started to speak again. “Okay so we are here with Y/N Drysdale, Hugh Drysdale’s wife and Harlan Thrombey’s granddaughter-in-law. We are discussing the events from one week ago, the night of Harlan Thrombey’s demise.

“We are deeply sorry for your loss. So, we know that on November eighth, the family gathered to celebrate Harlan’s 85th birthday. How was the party?”

“Well, it was like any other Thrombey/Drysdale gathering. Opinionated relatives and expensive food.” I answered.

“Anyone other than family attend?”

“Marta, Harlan’s nurse and Fran, the housekeeper.”

“As I understand you and your husband left early. Why was that?”

“Well, we often find ourselves uncomfortable in the presence of Ransom’s family. Ransom had wanted to leave, and I wasn’t going to fight him on that.”

“Do you get on with any of the family?”

“I always did with Harlan. He was completely welcoming to me from the first time I met him. I guess you could say Meg, Harlan’s granddaughter but that’s about it.” I answered honestly.

“What about Linda and Richard?”

“Well. I suppose you could say it’s complicated. Despite me earning my own money as a paediatrician, Linda seems to think I married Ransom for the money. Richard goes along with it.”

“Back to that night. Was there anything unusual in people’s behavior?”

“Not that I noticed. I wasn’t paying attention. I was waiting for Ransom to leave Harlan’s office.” I knew that I had to tread carefully. Despite Harlan’s death being a suicide, if the police were looking around it generally meant they knew something I didn’t.

“How long was Ransom in the office with Harlan?”

“I don’t know. It was a while, but I didn’t think much on it. Although it rarely happens at family events, it’s not unusual for them to talk in private.”

“Do you know what they were talking about?”

“That’s between Harlan and my husband.” I didn’t want them to know about the will. I had a feeling that Ransom wanted to keep that on the downlow and as Harlan hadn’t told me, technically I shouldn’t know about it.

“Did you converse with the rest family at any point?”

“Only when they were quizzing me on my necklace. Ransom bought it for me and apparently it turned into twenty questions leading down to me spending Harlan’s money” I would protect Ransom at any cost, but the other arseholes could go to hell.

“Do you know anything about what happened before the party?”

“No. Ransom and I tend to turn up as late as politely possible and leave as soon as it’s acceptable.”

Just then a key was randomly played on the piano. I looked up and saw the third man looking directly at me.

“Let me introduce you to Benoit Blanc.” Lieutenant Elliot informed me.

“Ah yes. Private Investigator, am I right?” I asked with a level of certainty.

“Yes ma’am.” Blanc answered. I noticed his thick southern accent straight away.

“If I may ask, what are you doing here? I thought Harlan’s death was a suicide.”  I asked him.

“Fair question Mrs. Drysdale…”

“Y/N.” I interrupted him.

“…Y/N. I am here at the behest of a client. Quietly observing.”

“Fair enough.”

“Harlan’s nurse, Marta. Was she at the party in a professional capacity?” Blanc asked.

“Well, officially yes. However, to a select few of us, Marta is more like family. She was a friend to Harlan. Someone for him to talk to. For me, I remember when she started working for Harlan, I tried to shield her from the family’s… bluntness.”

Blanc nodded at my answer.

“So, what do you know about the family business? Sorry to change direction quickly but I understand the memorial is later and we want to get through everybody.”

“Ask what you need to Mr. Blanc. I don’t know much about the family business. I have never been privy to conversations including the publishing company. Not that I would have the time with working at the hospital.”

Blanc nodded. A few more questions were asked. I just sat there answering as best I could whilst thinking about Ransom. I knew that the police and Blanc would want to speak with him soon and I didn’t know how he would take that. He hadn’t exactly been open about losing Harlan and with his cocky personality, yeah it wasn’t going to go great.

“One final question Y/N. Where is Hugh Drysdale now?”

“Ransom stayed at home. He wasn’t feeling up to this today.”

“Thank you for your time.” I nodded at Lieutenant Elliot before making my way out. I thought about calling Ransom, but I couldn’t be guaranteed privacy in this house so instead I decided to make me way to the living room. Mentally preparing myself for Hell.

**

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[arc-misadventures]

Broken

“Come Mr. Arc, we must hurry!”

“I won’t get to burry them…”

“Mr. Arc there is no time for this! We have to go, they’re getting away!”

“I’ll never get to say goodbye…”

“Mr. Arc!”

“First, Pyrrha… then Qrow… Now Ren and Nora… W-Why…?”

“Mr. Arc forget about them!”

“F-Forget…? How could I do that…?”

“We must hurry! Salem agents are getting away! We must catch them before they escape! After that you can avenge your friends later!”

“But, Salem and her agents didn’t killed them…”

“W-What…?”

“You killed them… you killed everyone… every single person whose ever taken a part in this war, or has suffered from it… you killed them, whether it was directly or indirectly… You. Killed. Them…”

“Y-You’re seriously blaming this whole war on me?! Mr. Arc are you mad?!”

“Why not Oscar… or is it Ozpin, Ozma? I can’t tell anymore…”

“Because Salem’s started this war! Her minions strike and destroy everything we’ve built, ever will build, killing millions in the process!”

“But you fired the first shot though…? You tried to run away with the kids, then you attacked Salem. Ruby told me. Oobaleck always said that the one who fired the first shot is always the instigator in any conflict. And that was you… You could have talked it out, yet here we are… surrounded by the dead of millions…”

“I may have done that, but she would have never listened to me!”

“How do you know, you never asked after all?”

“Because it was the right thing to do! I know what I’m doing is right and everyone who fought along side me knew that our fight was a righteous fight!”

“It’s hard to justify that you have the moral high ground when you’re standing on corpses. Tell me, are you colour blind? I know some people can’t see red, and it feels like you’re covered in it, but you can’t see it…”

“Mr. Arc that is the most inane argument I’ve… Dammit! They got away! Are you happy now Mr. Arc?!”

“No… I can’t remember the last time I was…”

“This argument is pointless! We must leave and regroup. We can…?!”

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Mr. Arc… put the sword down.”

“Why should I do that…?”

“Because we have more pressing matters to attend to. Avenging your friends for starters.”

“But, I am avenging them.”

“The why are you stopping me?! The Bullhead they escaped on just got away we need to hurry and catch them!”

“Didn’t you hear me? Salem didn’t kill them, you did, their blood and everyone else’s blood, is on your hands…”

“Their blood is on Salem’s hands not mine!”

“No, it’s on yours, you can’t wipe your hands of this Ozpin. I’ve seen you pull the trigger too many times. And for that to end, I must stop you, once and for all…”

“Don’t bother Mr. Arc, you know it won’t even matter!”

“True, You’ll just jump into another body, and steal their life from them… So I can’t kill you…”

“See Mr. Arc, this fight is…”

“But, as my granddad always said… ‘If you can’t kill them, cripple them…”

///

“Excuse me, My Lady…?”

“Yes, what is it, Watts?”

“You have a guest… and he brought you… a gift…”

“I have a guest…? Who also brought me a gift…? Well… this is certainly interesting. Bring them in.”

“Are you, Salem?”

“Yes, I am. And you are…?”

“Jaune… Jaune Arc… You know… You’re not as scary as Ozpin made you out to be… far more beautiful actually…”

“Flattery will get you no where boy.”

“Is it flattery to speak the truth? I could never tell…”

“You’re the odd one boy…”

“Most broken things are a bit odd…”

“To a point… So, tell me, why are you here and what is this gift you brought me.”

“I’m here to end your war with Ozpin, and the gift to you will see to that…”

“How would your gift do that. That box is rather big, tell me, is it a relic, some sort of bomb that you’ve brought me?”

“Neither, my Lady.”

“Then what is it…?”

“Owwww…”

“O-Ozma… Y-You brought me, Ozma?! Haha…? Hahahahahahaha…!!! By the Gods! How did you ever manage to do that?!”

“Cripples can’t run fast, my Lady.”

“Well, that explains the legs… I must ask, I was aware you are… were, once his ally; why betray him so?”

“He killed them.”

“Killed who?”

“Pyrrha, Ren, Nora. The people in Atlas, in Vale, in Vacuo, Minstrel. Everyone whoever was and maybe anyone who ever will be. He killed everyone and no one, their blood is on his hands, but he can’t see it. I wonder if he ever cared for the blood he spilt. From what I gather, he didn’t feel even anything when he killed your children.”

“Y-You blame the death of my children… on him…?”

“You may have played a part in their death, that is undeniable. But, he tried to take them away from you, he fired the first shot. He started this war… Everything is his fault…”

“ … “

“ … “

“Ozma… what have you done…?”

“Wh-What I thought… W-Was right!”

“I wasn’t referring to that, what ever it was… I was referring to this boy… You’ve broken him… and you can’t see that you have. I have seen many a broken soul, I have fixed them, gave them a purpose. But in all the time I’ve walk upon Remnant, I have never seen a person as broken as this poor boy before me… What did you do?!”

“It’s pointless to ask, his own moral superiority makes him blind to the suffering he’s committed. So long as his goals are achieved, the world can burn for all he cares…”

“His desperate attempts to stop me as of late seem to suggest to me that he cares little for the welfare of others…”

“And like you do Salem! How many have you killed… in this war you started!”

“I wanted to take over the world… force the peace and the balance the Gods so desperately wanted on every living soul there is. But you wanted them to have free will. In the last several thousand years they’ve had their precious free will and they have used that free will to enslave and murder one another with reckless abandon. And you’ve only achieved ‘peace’ in the last century, and even that fell apart within a fortnight. As many as I have killed, they pale in comparison to yours…”

“You’re a monster… Salem!”

“But who made me one… and who made you one…? Haa… this arguing is pointless… We’re at war because we couldn’t agree on anything to begin with! Now… I haven’t had the pleas of killing you in thousands of years… I’m going to enjoy this…!”

“No my Lady, you can’t! Not yet at least!”

“And why not, you’ve proven your worth, you’ve brought me my greatest enemy before me, broken and defeated. Why can’t I kill him here and now?”

“Because he knows everything! Where the relics are, how to get them, the strength of the surviving cities. Who will lead them next! Who knows what else he knows, but he knows it! He’s more valuable to you alive than dead! Because as long as he is alive and is your prisoner, there is no one in the world who will be able to stop you!”

“T-Traitor!!!”

“My oh my oh my… You are far greater than I expected! Never have I ever had someone serve me as well as you have and in such a short time at that.”

“You’re too kind my Lady…”

“My Queen.’ I am a Queen after all.”

“Of course, forgive me, My Queen.”

“Hmm… Hazel… you have the most recent grievance from Ozma; why don’t you… soften him up for me.”

“With extreme pleasure…”

“Now, the rest of you, leave us, I want to have a moment to myself with our newest member.”

“As you wish, my Queen…”

“ … “

“ … “

“Now tell me, Jaune Arc; just who are you, my Valiant Knight~”

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Bestfriend Itadori HC

W: Talks about death, angst, fluff

Itadori is the guy you meet by accident. It’s never a planned encounter.

He most likely ends up crashing into you as he’s running away from the coach or trying to get somewhere right before he’s too late.

He’s an open book, with some secrets kept closely shut away, but he enjoys being open with you even if he doesn’t know you for a long time.

If you’re also a student at Jujutsu tech, he makes sure to befriend you just because he can.

“Hey, do you want to do this mission together.” He always asks you if you want to go even if you’re assigned to go already.

He’s honest with you and it’s a breath of fresh air to just hear him speak about whatever was on his mind.

Hell, his special skill is getting anyone to tell him anything about themselves so it was easy for him to get you to fess up about anything.

He likes to be your anchor mainly because he knows how important someone like that is.

He didn’t really have time to process his grandads death so being there for you when you talk about your own tragedy helps him vicariously heal his own open wounds.

Likes to ask you to go and visit his granddad with him.

For however grim it is, your presence and just being there with him eases the pain he feels in his heart when he kneels to pray to his grandad.

Itadori loves to ask you to study with him. Not because he’s passionate about school but you seem to grasp the work better than him and he could really use the support.

It’s more tutoring than anything but if it doesn’t brother you he’ll be asking for your help more often.

During these studying sessions he makes sure to bring snacks from his personal stack to share with you.

If you ever ask him why he shares his snacks with you, just be ready to get the sweetest response.

“Well, you’re my friend and I want to enjoy the time I have left with my friends. I want to share my favorite things with you just how you and the others share them with me.”

If that makes you emotional, Itadori is open to giving you a hug to comfort you.

It’s daunting to think that he was going to be gone soon. It honestly leaves a bad taste in your mouth because how could someone so adorably kind be sentence to an unceremonious death?

You sometimes think about the things you could have said or done but the more you thought about it the less it seemed to matter.

Itadori had accepted it already, there was no point grieving someone death if they themselves didn’t seem to care.

Instead, you did just what he would do.

You brought some of your favorite treats and even movies that you liked over to his room and spent the night eating and enjoying his presence.

He didn’t have long after all.

There was no reason not to make his final months anything but joy filled.

[holylulusworld]

Single Parent

Title: Single parent

Square Filled: Relationship break-up

Ship: Mobster!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Benny LaFitte

Rating: Mature

Summary: Your arranged bond with Dean grows fruits but you can’t be happy as you should.

Warnings: angst, language, arranged marriage, unrequited feelings, sad reader, abandonment, Dean being a douche, giving birth (no description), shitty relationship, pregnant reader

A/N: I already outlined the story before I got the request. I changed the ending and a few scenes to make it fit.

Word Count: 3.5 k

Written/Created for: @spnmixedbingo​​

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​

2021 SPN Mixed BINGO Masterlist

Now…

“No John, I’m done,” you cry, running your hand over your baby bump. “You could force me to marry your son, to stay with him and have his heir,” you sniff, looking around the guest room you chose over your comfortable bedroom. “But you can’t force me to play the obedient housewife. I tried, John—I really tried but Dean doesn’t even like me.”

“He’s just a little stubborn and rough on the outside like me, doll,” John tries to reason with you. “Show him the latest ultrasound and he’ll change.”

“No, he won’t,” voice bitter you sit on the bed, shaking your head lightly. “That’s the problem. I-I’m nothing more than a breeder to your son. I know he doesn’t reciprocate my feelings, but I had hoped he’ll be kinder to me when he sees me swollen with his child. I know he cares for the baby, but sadly I’m not sure it’s because he loves them or as you want an heir.”

“Y/N,” sitting next to you John watches you tear up. Months of rejection and coldness took a toll on you. “I didn’t know it’s that bad.”

“He told Sam I’m nothing but a vessel for his child, John. I could be dead, and he wouldn’t care,” choking out a sob you give John a sad smile. “Did you know he never came to the doctor with me? He never showed and my gynecologist believes I am a single parent – and maybe I am.”

“What happened last week? Why did you suddenly move out of your shared bedroom, doll? Did Dean hurt you?”

“Not physically-“ you huff, looking at the wedding band around your finger. “I was at my doctor’s practice for the next check-up, as usual, Dean didn’t show, even though, he promised to be there,” sniffling you take the wedding band off, dropping it onto the bed, not wanting to feel it on your skin right now.

“We had a meeting, I’m sorry for keeping Dean away from you,” John lies, you can see it in his eyes and his voice is a little too low. He doesn’t realize you know him too well to not see through his lies. “Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt you, Y/N.”

“I saw all those happy couples and excited dad’s pacing around the waiting room and realized, Dean gives a shit on me and his child. I can’t leave, but at the same time I won’t pretend Dean is not the cold-hearted man he is,” sadly you can’t hide you are still in love with his son, but your try your hardest.

“What happened, Y/N? I heard you fought with your husband. Did he hurt you?” John presses. “I need to know…”

“You really want to know? Fine, I’ll tell you everything happening that day-“

One week earlier…

“Mrs. Winchester,” the nurse chirps, leading you into the room. “Where’s your husband? Didn’t he want to join us today?”

“He wanted but as always, business comes first,” you grumble, handing the young woman a business card. “That’s my brothers-in-law’s number. If I ever need help, please call him.”

“What about your husband?” confused the nurse looks at you, blinking a few times before she recognizes your teary eyes. “Ah, got it. I will call Sam Winchester if it’s necessary. We will add it to your medical record.”

“Thank you,” giving the nurse a sad smile you try to push the tears away. “As I said, my husband is always busy, and Sam offered his help. If not, call the second number, that’s my father-in-law.”

“No problem, Mrs. Winchester. Now let’s turn our attention toward your baby. Are you excited to find out about the gender?” nodding you swallow the lump in your throat, hiding you wished Dean would’ve come to find out with you.

“All done, Cher?” watching you walk out of the practice, a soft smile on his lips Benny offers his hand to you. “So, did they tell you the gender today?”

“It’s a boy,” you choke out, done fighting the tears. “You’re the first one I told, Benny-“ ignoring people watch you cry outside of your doctor’s practice you hide your face in Benny’s chest.

“He should’ve been here, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

“Everyone is always sorry; everyone but Dean,” angrily fisting Benny’s jacket you look up at your bodyguard. “I’m done trying, Benny. This is ridiculous. He’s not interested in me or the baby.”

“Dean cares about the baby, Cher,” you huff, rolling your eyes. “It’s true.”

“Dean only cares about my son as he needs an heir. There is no love in him. I-I wanted to share this with him. Dean, he should’ve been here with me, experience every step but he refuses to even give me that. My first pregnancy should’ve been something special but now, it only makes me sad.”

“How’s the baby?” Dean asks, awaiting your report as usual.

“Still alive. Benny got the ultrasound if you want to see them. If you want to know about the gender, ask your friend too,” you quip, walking toward the walk-in-wardrobe to get your favorite pajamas, you ignore Dean follows you. “Unlike other people he was there.”

“I had a meeting, Y/N,” arguing Dean watches you gather more clothes, frowning as you didn’t jump on him to tell him every single detail about your appointment. 

Usually, you would excitedly tell him about the baby, forcing him to look at the ultrasound picture and demand his attention. Today, you barely said two words, not even tried to talk to him. 

“A meeting, sex with one of your girls – I don’t care Dean. I’m tired of this, of you. To give you the space you need, I’ll go and have lunch with Charlie. Don’t wait for me–“ you chuckle, humorlessly. “Ah, yeah I forgot. You wouldn’t care if I never return.” walking out of the room, leaving a speechless Dean behind, you slam the door shut, making him flinch. 

“Benny, my wife is gone; just like all of her belongings, we need to find her! She’s pregnant with my child.”

“You only care about the baby, huh? Do you even know it’s a boy, Dean?” Benny sneers, placing the ultrasound picture into Dean’s hand. “Y/N is not gone, she simply moved into the guestroom next to John’s room. I helped her while you were out, doing god knows.”

“Wait – she moved into the guestroom? Why?”

“Seriously, Dean? You promised to be there, at least to get to know about the gender, and yet, you didn’t come to the practice. I think Y/N gave up trying,” huffing Dean watches you step out of the guestroom, ignoring he glares at you.

“Y/N, you can’t just move out of our bedroom!” muttering the words Dean watches you walk past him.

“Oh, you meant me. I thought I’m only a vessel, a breeder to carry your heir,” whipping your head toward Dean you give him a cold glare. Your heart races and you can feel fresh tears well-up to your eyes, but you need to get this out before you can return to your room and cry some more. 

“I’m talking to you, Y/N. What if you go into labor and I’m not close by?” Dean mutters.

“I think it’s for the best you keep on ignoring me and give your whores all of your attention,” brushing past Dean you slap his hand away when he tries to touch you. 

“Y/N!”

“Don’t Winchester-“ you growl. “I fulfilled my duty and got pregnant. Now you can stick your dick into any pussy and stay the fuck away from me and don’t worry about my labor. I will, just like anything else since I got pregnant, handle this on my own. If I should need help at any point of my pregnancy, Sam and John offered to be there for me.”

Now …

“Dean messed up epically, huh?” John carefully tries when you get up to walk toward the nursery next to the guestroom. “What are you going to do?“

"Nothing, John. Just like the first four months of my pregnancy, I will try to do what’s best for my son,“ John’s eyes light up when you tell him he’s going to have a grandson. “Today I’ll focus on finishing the nursery. Benny and Sam helped me with the wallpaper and cradle. I must check on the bears I painted and will make a list of what I will need.”

“I can help,“ offering you a cracked smile John holds out his hand. “I got you into this shitshow, let me at least try to make things easier for you, doll.”

“You could check on the shelves and cradle,” you sniff. “I just wish I had a man like you or Sam by my side. I see the way Sam cares about his wife and children. I know Dean is a little closed-off, like you but he’s kind to everyone he likes. Must be me.”

“Oh, Y/N,” slinging one arm around your shoulders John leads you out of your chosen bedroom. “You still got people caring about you. Sammy and I will be there and help you.”

“I know…”

“You’re talented,” looking at the bears you painted John smiles. “Mommy bear and baby bear,” he hums, admiring your painting. “Where’s the dad?”

“I’m a single parent, John. Why should I paint a daddy bear if he gives a shit on me and his son?” Dean stands in the doorframe, watching his father help you fix one of the shelves, swallowing thickly. “You know, every single woman at my doctor’s practice looks so happy, they glow and I just-“

“I get it, Y/N. You wanted your pregnancy to be special,” nodding you look at the bears. “You could draw an Uncle Sammy and Granddad John bear.”

“I’ll think about it, John,” with a small smile on your lips you watch John place the plushies onto one of the shelves. “You know, he didn’t even care about my morning sickness or cravings. I had this image in my mind. Dean the devoted soon-to-be dad helping me during my pregnancy. I know he doesn’t love me, I’m not delusional. But a bit more attention would’ve been nice.”

Two months later…

Used to being on your own you walk into your doctor’s practice. This time you don’t look at all the happy couples wishing it were you and Dean. Over the last weeks, you made up your mind.

Only as you don’t get to leave Dean doesn’t mean you must bear his behavior. So, you decided to keep your distance and only ask John, Sam, or Benny for help with the nursery.

You no longer tell Dean about your check-ups or try to include him in your pregnancy. 

“Morning, Mrs. Winchester,” you flinch when the nurse calls your name. “How are you feeling today? Will the baby daddy be here today too?”

“No,” you breathe out. “Let’s be honest, Sally.” giving the young nurse a sad smile, you point toward the other pairs. “I know you are only trying to be friendly but anytime you are asking about my non-present husband it stings. Why don’t you treat me like a single parent? Cause that’s what I am.”

“How’s the baby?” Dean asks again, following you toward the nursery. “Listen, I know you try to punish me but not telling me about our baby breaks one of my rules.”

“The baby is still alive. He grows fast and the ultrasound picture lies on your desk. If you have more questions, call my gynecologist or,” turning around you give Dean a cold look, “you could move your ass to the practice next time but I get it – you were busy.”

“I got the right to know about my son,” growling the words Dean steps closer but this time, he doesn’t intimidate you with his size. “Tell me everything.”

“Weight and size are average. His heartbeat is strong, and he sucked his thumb today,” you scoff at Dean’s sudden interest. “You would know more about your child if you actually cared. He started to be more active, I can feel our little boy kick me harder but so far, only John felt our baby kick.”

Walking away you enter your room, slamming the door shut behind you, locking it to take a deep breath.

“He’s my son too! You can’t shut me out!” Dean yells from the hallway.

“Sperm donator, you son of a bitch,” you growl. “If it were up to me, I’d file for divorce.”

“YOU WON’T!” he mutters. “I will not allow you to leave me.”

“I got that, but you should know that our marriage is over to me. If you dare to get close to me ever again, you’ll lose your hands or cock. Go and fuck one of your sluts.”

“I should-“ frustrated Dean kicks your door. “You’re still my wife, Y/N. I expect you to respect me and our bond.”

“Fuck that,” feeling exhausted you lie on your bed, gently running one hand over your belly. “He’ll not ruin your life, baby boy. I promise to protect you from your asshole father.”

“I heard that.”

“I don’t fucking care,” you cry. “Now leave me alone. You got the information you need. Don’t worry, your heir is still healthy. Even though, you didn’t help me at all…”

Two months, two weeks, and five days later…

“Looks good,” John hums, glancing at the ultrasound picture. “How are you, doll? Do you need anything?”

“No, I’m fine,” looking at your wedding band you try to swallow the lump in your throat. “Is there a way to protect my child from Dean? Can you add something to the prenup? Please.”

“I will not allow Dean to hurt your son, Y/N. I don’t think Dean would ever lay a finger on him-“

“That’s not what I meant. Being around Dean is unhealthy for me. What will he do to our child? How shall I explain to my baby boy that his father hates me? That I’m only a breeder to him, a body he could use to get a child.”

“Are you fucking my father?” ludicrously you look at Dean when he storms into your room, your solace. “That’s the reason you moved out of our bedroom – huh? You spread your legs for John Winchester.”

“What the fuck, Dean?” you sniff, reluctantly leaving the bed. “Over the last week I barely left my room as I didn’t feel well, and you accuse me of such a thing? I don’t have the time to fuck anyone. Unlike you, I had to take care of anything-“ whimpering you feel a piercing pain ripple through your womb. “Oh, god-“

“Y/N?” paling Dean watches you crouch down in front of your bed, crying out in pain. “What’s wrong? Y/N, talk to me, sweetheart.”

“Go and get your father or Sam,” you pant, while you try to remember everything the midwife taught you. “I think the baby wants to get out.”

“No, it’s too early,” panicked Dean rushes to your side to help you sit on the bed. “I’ll call an ambulance, Y/N.”

“O-okay-“ you scream, feeling another painful contraction approach. “No, no. My water just broke.” tears run down your cheeks when John and Sam stumble into the room. They heard your screams and try to help.

“Fuck, doll,” John mumbles, kneeling in front of you to calm you. “Sammy, call an ambulance and tell Benny to get Y/N’s bags. I’ll stay here to help her.”

“I already called an ambulance. Stop acting as if that’s your son,” Dean growls, glaring at his father.

“Do you want to help the mother of your child or fight with me right now, son? I think you showed how much you are interested in your child. Now shut the fuck up and help me here,” John would like to give his son a piece of mind but right now, he must take care of you.

“John,” grasping for your father-in-law’s hand, “promise me he won’t be there. I don’t want Dean inside the room while I give birth.”

"That’s my wife and child in there! Lemme inside,” Dean growls, fighting against one of the security guards. “Let me pass.”

“DEAN,” John’s voice booms through the hallway. “Your wife is in there. She’s in pain, scared, and tries to give birth to your baby. Stop acting like an idiot. You had it coming.”

“You didn’t care about your child or wife for over eight months. Did you honestly believe she wants you in there?” Sam huffs, squeezing Jess’s hand. “I was with Jess the whole time. I heard the heartbeat, saw my baby, felt it kick. I can’t believe you didn’t want to experience any of it.“

“I-I never wanted to marry Y/N. It was an arranged bond,” Dean sniffs, hearing you cry out in pain.

“This doesn’t change she’s your wife and that she needed you. Even more important, your son needed you. I believe babies bond with their parents in the womb. You could’ve talked to him, played music, or feel him kick.”

“Look at you baby boy,” cooing your son you feel your heart swell. Even if Dean is not going to show any affection toward your child, you’ll give the little boy all your love. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Can I finally see him too?” Dean mutters, sneaking into your room. “How could you let my father, Sam, and Jess see my son first?”

“I didn’t think you will find the time to visit me and your baby. If you would excuse me now, I want to concentrate on Robert Maximilian Winchester.”

“What?” gaping at you Dean feels his stomach churn. “You named him Robert? But-but we agreed to name him Dean jr. How could you not only keep me away while giving birth but also deciding on a name without me? That’s cruel.” Dean sniffs, looking at your son in your arms.

“Cruel–?” you take a deep breath, try to ignore the burning rage running through your veins. “Do you know what cruel means, Winchester? Cruel means that your husband, the man you love with all your heart ignores you completely. Cruel means that he never shows affection or at least cares about you during pregnancy.”

“I’m his father!”

“Sperm donator,” you retort. “We are only a breeder and a sperm donator. You are not a father, and never will be. You’ll not hurt my baby boy and push him away as you did with me. You can lay claim on him when he turns 18, until then I’ll give him all the love he deserves.”

“He’s my baby boy too,” sniffling Dean looks at your child, tearing up. “Let me at least hold him. Please.”

“Not today,” adamant you defend your son, not giving in. It’s your turn to be selfish and not to show any compassion. Dean can cry as much as he wants to.

Today, you’ll be the cruel one – even if it kills you.

“She doesn’t let me hold my son,” outside of your room Dean starts to cry. “I wasn’t allowed to hold my baby boy. How can she be so cruel?”

“I say it again – you had it coming,” John shrugs, ignoring he feels sorry for his son. “Y/N never was cruel. All she wanted was a bit of affection. Why couldn’t you give her that?”

“I just didn’t feel like pretending. But I care about our baby and want to hold him.”

Dean doesn’t leave your side. He sits next to your bed, still looking at his son.

“Please let me hold him, Y/N.”

“Five minutes,” you whisper, not looking at Dean. “You can hold him for five minutes and after that, you can pretend we do not exist until you need your heir.”

“It’s not like that,” with trembling fingers Dean takes Robert Maximillian out of your hands. “He’s so beautiful and tiny.”

“It’s a baby, what did you expect,” turning around to not watch Dean with your son you close your eyes. “Tell me when you are done playing daddy, Dean.”

“Why are you so cold. This isn’t you, Y/N.”

“That’s what happens to a loving person when she gives up. If you don’t like me the way I am now, you can always ask your dad to let me out of this marriage...”

“Look this is your room, baby boy,” cooing your baby you walk around the room. “There is a teddy bear, and over there is a cute duck. Maybe you’ll like the cat Sammy bought for you?”

“He doesn’t like cats,” Dean grumbles, walking into the nursery. “I bet he’s allergic like me.” hopefully looking at you Dean holds out his hands. “Come on, lemme hold him for a while.”

“I will leave you to your son, Dean. If you are done pretending you are a father, holler and I’ll take care of Robert,” carefully placing your son into Dean’s arms you ignore he tries to talk to you. 

“Y/N, we should talk about a few things.”

“Don’t hurt yourself, Dean. I’m stuck in this marriage, but this doesn’t mean I let you walk all over me ever again. I am a single parent, and this will not change…”

>> Part 2

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Breeders ep 10 season 3 - My thoughts (spoilers)

Poor Ava :( I hope things turn out well for her

I don’t like Luke’s situation, also Paul’s comment ahahaha. I mean I do believe in Paul and that he doesn’t want anything more with Gabby than a friendship. It’s interesting contrasting this to when Ally kissed that guy in season 2.

“Are you two having an argument?” Ahahaha I love this scene actually.

“Fuck him!” “Oi!” “Oi!” 🤣

“Ava’s going to check on granddad” ……. Oh she’s not. I’m glad they’re talking now, Grace’s reaction was not the best when that happened, glad they made up now !!

Luke talking with both Ally and Paul and comparing that to the start of the season - 🥲❤️

Ally’s not being reasonable in my opinion. Darren are you going to save this by being with Gabby ? ?? “what you see in her” ajshajsha maybe he’s not gonna save it that fast lol

“Paul, got any intel on Gabby?” “no” I love their delivery on this, I want to see more of them I hope we get a forth season 😭✨

“I feel like it’s the optimal time to me Paul” Ally !!! Honestly if they just talked properly and Ally wasn’t making those sorts of comments I think they would not make such a big deal out of it. Like Paul saying sorry is great and then he just needs to spend more time with Ally. Cause also it’s not like he didn’t want to spend time with Ally when he was with Gabby, he literally couldn’t go to his own home or see her at all

oh Ava, what is gonna happen ????? I hope he’s not dead :((((

OH we’re back to Paul and Ally 👀 ALLY ?! Paul doesn’t deserve this actually.

Oh Darren is still there ajshajhsa that’s so funny actually

And back to Ava ………..

“of you not fully wanting to be at home” But he couldn’t ??!!! Ally I swear. Or they make up at the end of the episode (which I doubt) or I need another season asap thanks

Ally’s been doing a lot and she had a really bad time so I see why she’s saying that but she’s still being unreasonable :(

If they end the episode by breaking up i-

Also Darren 🤣 I’m very happy he was in this scene

……… I don’t think he’s gonna die right? Also no one in this family can catch a break lol poor them

I didn’t really like Darren is season one cause I found him a bit annoying, now I like him!

“I wouldn’t really want a computerized voice suddenly telling me Jim’s dead” and this scene shouldn’t be funny but it is

Luke and Jacob? wow I wasn’t expecting to see them both in a scene alone idk why. But also Jacob??? you have no business in imposing that to Luke :/ Glad they made up but still

Uh so they think it was confusion, like fair enough. I wonder if they will find out it was a bit more deliberate than that

Jim and Jackie :(

Oh he’s stable and talking! :D Does he really not remember tho? hmmm not sure not sure

OH THERE WAS A NOTE? And of course Ava was the first one to find out the truth, poor love

Where is she going …? Oh she’s gonna tell? Oh she did, well done

SO THAT IS WHAT WAS IN THE NOTE 😢

Ava well done 😭

Less than 10 mins left wtf is gonna happen

Luke and Ruby oh 👀 actually I think they are cute together, very sad Jacob has that attitude towards them and that Ruby dated him for a while cause otherwise Luke would have a possible girlfriend and a good friend

Oh Ava 😢 Really good advice that she gave her, I was thinking exactly that yes nice :D

Paul and Ally again and there’s 5 minutes left ………..

OH HES GOING????? Well actually no yeah, that’s very reasonable and it’s what he should do in this situation for his dad 100%. “It’s bad timing” fuck yeah it is 😭

“might be good timing” ALLY PLEASE. Also she said that “you’re going away again” as if he wanted to?? and the first time he also didn’t want to either, I swear she’s getting on my nerves. I understand her but STILL

Paul with Ava yes nice

The kiss and hug 🥲💔

Just thought about how I’ve hated and loved almost all of the characters from this show wow. That hasn’t happened at all with other shows

Oh so they all know ok yes I’m glad they all found out sooner rather than later

Oh they’re talking about that yes nice perfect. Yes Ava great. She has a point actually I’m glad they’ve sorted that out and everyone is ok about it yes 😭❤️

“Where am I?” “Heaven, dad” ajshajhsja

Yes Jim’s situation is very nicely fixed. Not with Jackie but I’m glad he’s gonna live with Paul now. I wonder what Jackie will do tho

Gabby’s so nice to send that message I do honestly believe they are just good friends 100% I hope Ally sees it soon as well cause I do like Gabby as ‘a friend Paul has’, she’s nice

Oh Jackie and Ally came?! Oh????!!!! Jackie I love you. And the look Jim gave her 🤧. It’s not solved at all but this is hopeful for them

So Paul goes back??????? YES

Fuck me, the text alert, Ally please. Oh so it’s Ava ajshajhsa. I stop the episode to write this down I thought it was gonna be Gabby for a full 20 seconds lol

And it ends like that ok…. I guess that’s good??? right???? It’s certainly not bad I’m happy with it

Anyways when are they going to announce season 4 BECAUSE THE SHOW CANT END LIKE THAT - I need to know if they truly make up 😭😭😭😭 And I’m sure in season 4 a ton of other stuff will happen to them but come on I need to know what happens with Paul and Ally’s relationship, they can’t end the show with an open ended ‘it’s up to the viewer’ thing - please 😢

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Against All Odds

Part 451

McCoy

Granddad’s assertion that he would deal with Khan should he return had McCoy smiling into his glass of juice. He had seen just how protective Granddad was of his grandsons when he had visited Scotland. His first night there Granddad had pulled him aside and very plainly wanted to know McCoy was serious. He hadn’t been found wanting and McCoy was glad to have Granddad on their side.

“Francine,” McCoy said as they were leaving breakfast, “would you like to see the orchard this morning?”

She had said at dinner the previous evening she hadn’t seen it and Scotty had offered to show her.

“Oh certainly lads,” she said looking at both him and Scotty, standing close. “We’ll get some wedding ideas out of ye.”

McCoy couldn’t help but smile and he noticed Scotty’s face color too.

“Did ye sleep better last night Monty?” Francine asked as they led her through the gardens.

McCoy saw the surprised stiffening of Scotty’s shoulders.

“Yes,” Scotty slowly answered.

“I know ye had nightmares the night before,” Francine said and patted Scotty’s arm.

“What? How did ye…?”

“We heard the screams,” Francine said softly. “I know the sound of my own lad’s voice.”

“Mum…”

“And I demanded an answer from that guard on yer door.”

“Mum!” Scotty rubbed a hand across his face.

“Ye don’t have to tell me anything about the nightmare, but I’m always here for ye if ye do want to.”

Scotty stopped walking. McCoy and Francine stopped as well. Without saying anything Scotty threw his arms around his mother. Francine held him tightly back.

McCoy recognized a few of the Gaelic words that passed between mother and son.

“Ye keep taking care of him too Leonard,” Francine looked over and said. “And yerself.”

“I try,” McCoy got out.

They were quiet as they finished the walk to the orchard.

“Oh my!” Francine exclaimed. “I know orchards can be big, but I didn’t expect it to be so large. What on earth do ye do with all the fruit?”

McCoy grinned, and continued to lead the way to the gazebo.

“We keep some here. But most of what grows gets sent into town for whoever needs it.”

“Oh that’s lovely,” Francine smiled.

“The jams at breakfast were made with fruit from out here,” said McCoy.

“It must smell delightful when everything is ripe.”

“It really does Mum,” Scotty agreed.

“What a wonderful place to rest,” Francine said, climbing up the steps of the gazebo.

“We spent lots of time out here this summer,” Scotty told her.

“I can see why.” Francine sat down on the cushioned bench.

“We made lots of good memories,” McCoy added quietly. “It’s why I want the wedding out here.”

Francine nodded in understanding.

McCoy blew out a breath. He and Scotty had spent lots of time in the gazebo; reading or relaxing or eating fresh fruit. Everything he associated with the place was happy.

Except one moment.

Jocelyn and the kiss she had stolen from him.

He hid a frown as the memory surfaced. He and Scotty would get married out here and Jocelyn’s one mark on the gazebo would be gone. It was his and Scotty’s spot to make memories. Jocelyn would fade away.

“What was your wedding like Francine?” McCoy asked abruptly. How better to get ideas for their own than to ask the people close to them what they had done?

Part 452

Scotty

The boys sat down with Francine, who smiled softly at the thought of their wedding.

"It's been a while, but I'll never forget John's and my big day."

Scotty grabbed his mother's hand and squeezed it tightly. He knew how hard it often was for Francine to talk about her late husband.

"We also got married in the summer. On the beach, to be exact. I'm sure ye remember that the little house ye lads stayed at belonged to my parents, right Leonard?"

Leonard nodded slowly.

"Scotty told me."

"John and I actually met on that beach. His family was taking their annual vacation at a hotel nearby at the time, and we happened to meet at some point."

Francine laughed out loud.

"We were so young. I was... 15 and John 17, but it was love at first sight. And then, just three years later, we got married."

Leonard's eyes widened in surprise. He probably hadn't expected Francine to have gotten married young, too.

"A wedding on the beach. That sounds really great."

Francine nodded.

"Aye, it was. It wasn't a big wedding. We just had our families and our closest friends around. There was a buffet on the beach and then we spent our wedding night in the house. Small, but nice."

Scotty smiled. It would be really nice if Leonard and he could have a small, intimate wedding, too. But he realized that if the prince got married, it would cause a stir. Reporters would probably be on every corner and the whole universe would be there to see it.

"I want a private wedding, too. I don't care at all what the press says. After all, this day is just for us."

Leonard gave Scotty an affectionate look. He knew it was very important to Scotty.

"That realization is also very important, Leonard. It's yer day and ye shouldn't let anyone tell you what to do."

Francine seemed to speak from experience.

"An aunt of John's tried to plan the wedding to her liking at the time. She wanted me to wear her dress. She wanted to decide on decorations and location. But John explained to her that it was not her decision. She then didn't show up, but... we never regretted telling her the truth."

Scotty blinked in surprise. He had never heard of this story before. Of course he knew about the wedding, but he had never been told about his father's aunt.

"So do what ye like. Dress in whatever ye like. Pick out the biggest, most beautiful cake ye want. And invite whoever ye want to have around."

Scotty felt Leonard put an arm around him and pull him closer.

"That's what we're going to do, Francine. I'm sure we will. Maybe you could take care of the meal planning? Of course, we'll help decide what to have, but it would be great if someone with your talent could give us suggestions."

Flattered by Leonard's praise, Francine blushed slightly and giggled.

"If that's yer wish, I'd love to take care of it."

"You're the best cook I know, Mum."

Francine squeezed Scotty's hand and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Oh, ye two. Do ye lads know how much I love ye?"

Scotty laughed and nodded.

"Aye."

Francine stood up and wrapped Leonard in her arms as well.

"I'm so happy to call ye my son-in-law soon."

Even though she whispered the words, Scotty could hear them. And it made him incredibly happy.