#and the GUYS you HELPED OUT are these CHILDREN???

[puddinrin]

IDIOTS EVERYWHERE! >TEAM THANOS X F!READER

summary: being the babysitter of literal grown men with your gorgeous wife se-mi

pairings: se-mi x f!reader (wlw because we all wanna be her bitch), platonic! thanos, nam gyu, min su & gyeong su x f!reader

warnings: man children

a/n: (name) is a fashion designer!

part one: lady boss! here

literal man child. all of them.

you think min su at least is more responsible than the other three

but no, boy can literally be utterly clueless sometimes

namgyu at 11.40 am

min su ask lady boss if we could bring allen into the apartment

dw u cute she wont get mad at u

"(name), nam gyu asked if they could bring the german shepherd from downstairs into the apartment." min-su asked, looking up from his phone after reading the message that was sent to him.

"sure. tell them to get its dog certificate from the owner and it can sleep in my room too." you replied, full of sarcasm as you and se-mi, who let out a snicker at that - prepare the coffee table for lunch.

min-su perked up, shocked that you agreed without any arguments. "really?!" you looked at him, baffled, searching for any signs he realised that you were just being sarcastic.

spoiler alert, he didn't. god bless this man and your patience.

thanos has a habit of holding the handle of your bag when going through a crowd

his brain shut down at random times

so he needs you or nam gyu or anyone else to make sure he don't face plant into a pole or smth

while nam gyu holds you by the back of your neck while he walks behind you

leading you to wherever you guys are going

you and se-mi love to spite the others by being lovey dovey with each other

can't help with how se-mi can't keep her hands to herself too

while you walk with the others, she has a hand on your waist or hip, keeping you close to her

she love holding your hands too

keeping your intertwined hands in the pocket of her black leather coat when it's cold outside.

"your hands so cold, baby." se-mi frowned as she held your hands, caressing your skin. she then intertwined your fingers together before putting it in the pocket of her black coat.

you smiled giddily as you couldn't help but feel flustered from her action. "let's get some warm soup later, the one you like." she suggested, rubbing your knuckles with her thumb.

"okay." you nodded, before holding her arm with your other hand, hugging it.

from behind, nam gyu dramatically gagged at the scene in front of him. "gosh, couples."

thanos groaned, slinging his arm around min-su's shoulder, pulling him to his side. "min-su, cutie. come on, hold my hand too."

"i refuse." he replied, trying to push him away.

you have to hold back se-mi from killing them

however, se-mi doesn't bother holding you back from jumping them whenever they get on your last nerve

she encourages you to send them to hell and have the devil personally give them a tour of it

especially when you're taking measurements for their outfits

"su bong, hold still!" you groaned, smacking his stomach. he let out a playful 'ow', holding his stomach dramatically. "so fierce, senorita."

nam gyu chuckled as he watched the scene before him, snacking on a bag of lays chips.

"don't blame me if your pants drop in the middle of your performances because i couldn't get the right measurement." you threatened lightly, circling the measuring tape around his hips.

thanos gasped, grinning as he clapped his hands. "the fans would love that, wouldn't they?!"

gyeong-su cackled, looking through the designs of outfit that you had planned for them on your ipad. "nah, you would blow up on X."

nam gyu laughed, brushing his hands against each other to get rid of any chips dust. "that would be great publicity for black stones wouldn't that?"

"oh my god, no one wants to see your weeny, choi su bong!"

se-mi didn't have to hold you back from killing them

but she had to hold you back from strangling yourself with the measuring tape hanging around your neck

they love taking pictures of you

they your personal paparazzi

especially thanos, nam gyu and se-mi

it could range from you looking like an utter goddess that graced the world to the most mememable picture of you.

their birthday posts and instagram stories of you is whole rollercoaster ride

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[theamazingmaddyas]

AU where Michael survives the fall off the Williamsburg Bridge, but is badly injured, so Apollo brings him over to Asclepius to heal back up, and get physical therapy and occupational therapy, but Apollo and Asclepius (and Epione and hers and Asclepius' children) are all gods and have no sense of time, so they accidently keep Michael away from the rest of the half-bloods for eleven months until Jason, Leo, and Piper go to get the Physicians Cure, and to their surprise a demigod is there.

Now, since Asclepius has been focusing on healing Michael and also barely leaves Epidaurus, he also forgot to tell Michael about the whole war thing, so he's honestly really confused.

And then Leo recognizes him because Will has a picture of Michael on his quiver (and while giving the tour to Leo, the picture caught his eye and stuck, because adhd really makes you remember the randomest stuff) and tells him everything.

Michael is stubborn so when he hears about said war, he's ready to go, bows blazing, he wants to help. Asclepius thinks this is actually a terrible idea because you've barely been able to walk for a few months without crutches, and are still not at full strength, and Dad'll be disappointed if I let you go, but Michael's going.

So, along with the physicians cure, Jason, Leo, and Piper bring one feral Apollo kid back to the Argo II.

Percy thinks he's hallucinating because the guy he accidently killed is right there and maybe Tartarus messed him up more than he thought, and Annabeth is gaping at him.

Hazel and Frank have never been more confused in their life, which is saying a lot because both of them have the tendency to get confused over tiny things.

So, Michael becomes a temp member of the Argo II. Him and Frank get along amazing, and are always taking about archery and comparing bows (Frank's nearly two feet taller than Michael so his bow is actually twice Michael's bows size). And him and Percy have a much needed talk about the battle.

Sad part is Michael has to watch his father be banished and not heard from in six months (not fun), but good news is when Apollo does show up, we can get some quality Michael and Meg friendship! Apollo wishes they'd never met, but Meg adores Michael so much.

Meg jabbed Apollo with her elbow. "Your son is so cool."

Apollo glanced at where his eldest son at camp was currently chasing Sherman Yang with a broken arrow shaft, cursing with a variety of colorful language that, if he hadn't heard Meg say worse, he would be tempted to cover her ears. "I agree."

Meg clicked her tongue. "Must have got it from his mother, because you're lame."

Apollo gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. "Meg, you wound me!"

Meg chuckled softly. "Sucks to face the truth."

Another awesome scene could be Will, Kayla, and Austin reuniting with him, or Michael getting to curse out Octavian! (Would pay money to see).

Will I do anything with this AU? Maybe. I have too many WIP right now to dedicate time to it, but maybe it'll come sooner or later. I definitely want to write a Michael survives story (all the ones I've read are actually some of my favorite things ever), but whether I choose to do this one is up in the air.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

thinking abt cowboy!reader doing arts and crafts with a whole bunch of kids. just. he'd be so happy abt it and someone would walk in and just see how messy it is and aaaa.

- 🦦

So this is a bit of a short one, but it's cute. I love all the ideas you guys send and I'm sorry it can take so long for me to get round to it. But i hope you like it nonetheless.

Warnings: n/a

Taglist at the bottom of the post.

You were currently volunteering at the shelter, Janine had asked you to occupy the children while the adults had a meeting about keeping safe. Naturally, you agreed. Heading towards the school room of the shelter you watch the little terrors running about, playing.

"A'right everyone, gather round!" You grin, watching the children giggle and race towards you, forming a sort-of circle. "Today's agenda: arts 'n' crafts!"

The kids around you all cheer loudly. "Everyone find a seat," You laugh as they scramble for a chair, as they do so, you grab the two bags of arts and crafts from the storage cupboard. "I reckon we should do some painting," You declared, the children nodding enthusiastically.

It didn't take them long to ambush you. It's always the innocent ones that get you. It's Ava who starts it off, smearing paint on your hand with a giggle and the rest are quick to follow. All except Phoebe, who just watches on in amusement. It spirals out of control from there and soon enough you're covered in paint.

"Phoebe-" You said, dramatically as you reached a hand out towards her - which a young boy immediately smeared paint on. "Send help."

Phoebe just smirked, looking at her little sister.

When the meeting finally finished, Sarah made her way to the school room, knowing that's where her children would be. She opened the door, hand immediately covering her mouth. You were absolutely covered head to toe in paint (including a painted moustache - which she assumed was her eldest daughter Phoebe's idea if the paint brush covered in black paint was anything to go by).

"We're doin' paintin'," You said, giving her a lopsided grin.

"And you're the canvas?" She asked, briefly taking note of the paint that covered the desk and chairs... and the floor.

"It seems so."

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@azeal-peal @luvfornick

[hyammsh]

My friends, there is only a little left to reach the temporary goal of 7000 euros. We have now reached 6702 euros. Only 298 remain. I hope you will support us and do not ignore my children. They need your donations to get out of Gaza. 🙏🙏🙏

Tagging some people to help by donating and/or sharing:🙏🙏🙏 @godspersonalclown @murenaaaaa @blue-glasses-dork @tomathomatommy @whimsical-musingss @ctechnoblade @nerdytextileartist @helloemptyset @rhythm-of-the-wardrums @paper-mario-wiki @punkitt-is-here @peri-requiem @antixabound @antixabound @shadowinthetrees@charrednewt @apocalyptic-dancehall @nevert-the-guy @x-critter2022 @bigboobshaunt @maxknightley @jesterraconteuse @ikeepforgettimypassword @averagenotnormal @jenqatower@kingofthebookcase @funhousefreakwrites @redacted-metallum @quartzyposts @6yin6yang6 @mazm-imagines @ur-local-anxiety-gremlin @sminny-wew @ocherednoe-dno @wolf-tail@stabbedwitharustyynail @keysmandude @hamsterlover38 @phoibos-querella @arachnidtub@mansikka-wizard @welcometogrouchland @willowthighpillow @ssenza @shikse @gh4ul @sundung @fandom-master-mind @aconstantallegory @proffittproductions @romdocitizen @determinate-negation @deepspaceboytoy @paper-mario-wiki @kibumkim @socalgal @chilewithcarnage @ghelgheli @sayruq @rooh-afza @knownoshamc @the-awkward-reblobber @peachyleechy @loonarmuunar @soft-sunbird @cockworkangels @dannyketch @cramenjoyer @oreobunny2@soopertiddies @inthecornerofyourbedroom @aurorae-return @spindly-counting @depressedthembo @moronicprincess @the-mold-under-your-bed123 @nyenyel @linz-creations @we-eat-our-young @koscheiy @cyclopsboxhead

Happiness pervades all over Gaza and I have good news for you 🌹I am Hiam Shehab and my husband Mohammed Shehab the owners of the Zain and Yahya campaign and they are our children🌹

My friends, thank you for supporting me throughout the war between Gaza and Israel.

I want to tell you something, one of them is good, the other is not good, the good news for you, they have reached a ceasefire, and I hope that the calm in Gaza will continue, or is the bad news that we still cannot get out of Gaza?

Because of the lack of sufficient funds to move my family out of Gaza, the donations were slow and I hope that you will support our campaign with your donations, dear friends, as soon as possible, so that I can leave Gaza with my family

Tagging some people to help by donating and/or sharing:🙏🙏🙏 @godspersonalclown @murenaaaaa @blue-glasses-dork @tomathomatommy @whimsical-musingss @ctechnoblade @nerdytextileartist @helloemptyset @rhythm-of-the-wardrums @paper-mario-wiki @punkitt-is-here @peri-requiem @antixabound @antixabound @shadowinthetrees@charrednewt @apocalyptic-dancehall @nevert-the-guy @x-critter2022 @bigboobshaunt @maxknightley @jesterraconteuse @ikeepforgettimypassword @averagenotnormal @jenqatower@kingofthebookcase @funhousefreakwrites @redacted-metallum @quartzyposts @6yin6yang6 @mazm-imagines @ur-local-anxiety-gremlin @sminny-wew @ocherednoe-dno @wolf-tail@stabbedwitharustyynail @keysmandude @hamsterlover38 @phoibos-querella @arachnidtub@mansikka-wizard @welcometogrouchland @willowthighpillow @ssenza @shikse @gh4ul @sundung @fandom-master-mind @aconstantallegory @proffittproductions @romdocitizen @determinate-negation @deepspaceboytoy @paper-mario-wiki @kibumkim @socalgal @chilewithcarnage @ghelgheli @sayruq @rooh-afza @knownoshamc @the-awkward-reblobber @peachyleechy @loonarmuunar @soft-sunbird @cockworkangels @dannyketch @cramenjoyer @oreobunny2@soopertiddies @inthecornerofyourbedroom @aurorae-return @spindly-counting @depressedthembo @moronicprincess @the-mold-under-your-bed123 @nyenyel @linz-creations @we-eat-our-young @koscheiy @cyclopsboxhead

[haveihitanerve]

WHEN?!?!?!

And I mean WHEN were y'all gonna tell me that actually AJ is about two-three years younger than the rest of the guys and that they(Tom specifically, I have no evidence of the other two) call him their “man-baby”?????

Also this means- i never thought i’d say it- but that makes AJ very lucky he’s bald- otherwise i feel like the young jokes would be out of this world????-

but ALSO-?!?!? 

WHy doesn't he make old jokes????

Sam forgets a name? “Oh its ok, hey, memory worsens with age.”  Luke struggles to stand? “Take your time, those old man joints must be hurting you.”  Tom is being mean? “Woah there gramps, slow your roll.” 

Just just- the old jokes!!!!

“Do you remember where you are?(my name is AJ- this is the stage” said really slowly and exaggeratedly, etc etc)” “Is it time to take your medicine?” “Oh do you need me to mash that up for you first before you can eat it?” (while miming) “do you want your cane?” “old. Lady. margaery.” “I heard those knees creak” “don't hurt yourself!” (while doing the most mundane activity) “is it time for your nap?”  “want help up the stairs? We can rest if you need to- *promptly ducks before getting smacked*”

Or the reverse-

“back in my day.” “hey whippersnapper.” “oh how it would feel to be young again.” “little tyke” “hey don't say that! There are children present! *gestures to AJ*” “hey! You're not old enough to be drinking that-” “oh is it time for your nap?”(payback) 

(also i do realize that when AJ did a cartwheel Tom casually said “hes in his mid thirties give him a second.” as if he weren't also mid-thirties, older????)

anyway- in case you didnt know--- tada!!! now you do. and if you did- how dare you let this information not be spread to the world??? anyway lol i just think its funny, especially since i never let my friends rest, even tho they're only like a few months older- so many old jokes its insane lol

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Regarding the “Is Marinette a Stalker?” post, I want to say thank you! Because I did something like Marinette and self-doubted my younger-self’s actions. A bit of context, I’m (37 y/o, female) one of the many adults that loved MLBCN when it started airing. When I came disappointed at the show by S4, I turned to the fandom to look out for fanfics, and was surprised by the salty side.

Don’t get me wrong, I kinda get the why’s and the reasons, and even though I enjoyed a Mari-salt fic titled “The Schedule” (iirc), I… sorta felt ashamed at myself? When I was 19, I fell in love with this guy, and it seemed that he liked me too. Our university had a system only for students where we could do lots of administrative stuff, like choosing our classes. At my time, there used to be a search tool on it to look out for our classmates’ schedules; in my curiosity, I searched for his just to see if we shared free periods. (Btw, today I do feel that it was wrong that my university had that function).

At my defense, after finding my crush’s schedule, I also searched for my friends’, just so I could organize with them to set up a table for our LAN parties. At the end my feelings weren’t reciprocated, my heartbreak ocurred close the next semester’s start, so I searched his schedule one more time, but just to avoid having classes with him.

When I read that Mari having Adrien’s schedule was “stalker behavior” I was like “OMG, was I a stalker? And worse, I was legally an adult!”, but I can’t remember my friends being creeped out by me. I don’t know if it is a subject whose meaning has evolved as time went on, or maybe it can change according to our different cultural/countries’ POV. But we do crazy stuff when we are young-adults, and worse when we are adolescents, add first love/crush feelings, and well… (just look at Hey, Arnold!’s Helga, she had it bad for Arnold and went to do stuff that by today’s standards is a serious case of bullying).

If the issue is the “breach of privacy” and the “3 years”, well, the first one isn’t touched on the show, maybe Mari got the pattern by observation, or Alya helped by asking Nino, or maybe even Chloe said something loudly, or my personal fan-favorite: as Class Rep, Marinette has access to that information to make easy her duties! And as for the second issue, they are 13-14 years old, my bet is that if their school makes fixated schedules for its students, so it wouldn’t be difficult to guess Adrien’s schedule for the next 3-years, and since his father was Marinette’s favorite designer, she might have followed his seasons releases, and might been easy for her to add it to Adrien’s schedule.

I want to clarify that I’m not looking to invalidate people’s feelings about this, or saying that they are wrong. In the end, we all must remember that Marinette is just a fictional adolescent character in a cartoon show, and cartoons will exaggerate actions just for the sake of the plot. We don’t like something about the characters’ actions and/or personalities? We teach and explain to the children why is wrong; and as adults, we tell ourselves to be wary if anything about it is in our daily actions, so we don’t fall into the “hating something that is a reflection of us” projection.

I like to think that I was a good adolescent and young adult that didn’t do anything morally or ethically bad, so it really freaked me out that part of the Marinette salt fandom. So, a thousand thanks! And sorry that your friend, cousin and you had to deal with that stuff.

(Post this ask is in reference to)

Before we get started, I wanted to say that your university having that feature seems incredibly dangerous. Most people are going to use it the harmless way that you did, but boy does that have the potential for misuse. Way better to let students decide if they want to share schedules on their own.

Anyway, while I will absolutely agree that the show occasionally takes Marinette too far, leading me to understand why her behavior bothers people, I think that biggest issue in her writing is actually something you sort of brought up:

I fell in love with this guy, and it seemed that he liked me too.

It sounds like you had some sort of relationship with your crush and that makes a world of difference to how your actions are going to be perceived by others. Checking the schedule of a guy you don't know? Kinda creepy. Checking the schedule of your friends including the friend you have a crush on? Normal.

Let's look at a personal example to show you what I mean. When I was in high school, I learned parts of my crush's schedule. On my way to lunch, I would purposely walk by the area where he hung out so that I could say "hi" to him as I walked past.

This statement probably raises some questions in your mind like how did I learn that he'd be there? The answer is incredibly innocent. I learned that part of his schedule by accident because his hangout spot because was also my hangout spot during my free periods. I just happened to go by one day to see a different friend and ran into him, thereby learning a bit of his schedule. After that, I took path A to lunch instead of path B because they took the same amount of time and I liked seeing him for two seconds every day.

It's also worth noting that we had the same hangout spot because we had a mutual friend group! We were in the same small club and spent a lot of time together. We even hung out together outside of school and club activities. We eventually dates for several years because he asked me out! So when I said, "hi" to him every day, it didn't shock anyone or creep him out because I wasn't some random girl. I was a friend taking a moment to acknowledge his existence before going about the rest of my day.

An additional mitigating detail is the fact that I could have told you details about several platonic friends' schedules because that's just what happens when you know people and pay attention to their lives. We all know random crap about the people we care about. Crushes simply enhance your attention, making you way more aware of everything you do, say, or think about this person. That heightened attention might make you feel creepy at times, but that feeling doesn't automatically make you creepy. It's more complicated than that. The details of the situation matter because there's a ton of nuance around this topic. Nuance that actually makes it hard to give examples because this stuff can be incredibly personal. What person A find cute and charming is a hard no for person B.

That nuances goes beyond crushes on people you're close with. For example, you don't need to stop going to your favorite coffee shop because the new barista is cute! You are not stalking them by maintaining your usual habits! You're not a bad person for experiencing attraction toward a person who is working! It only gets weird if you start crossing social boundaries like if you start asking them on a date every time you see them even though they are very clearly uninterested and you've never actually talked to them beyond simple pleasantries.

This is where we circle back to Miraculous.

While the early seasons of Miraculous gave Adrien and Marinette a few moments of friendship like playing games together in Gamer, those moments quickly stopped. By season three, they barely interacted. This happened for an obvious reasons. Miraculous is an episodic formula show in almost the purest sense of those terms. The writers have made it clear that the episodes are designed so that they can be watched in any order leading to all sorts of weird moments like Felix telling Marinette that Gabriel is Monarch only for her to act like this is new information in the next episode. This was explicitly done so that people who missed the first reveal didn't feel left out:

Talking about previous episodes, [the writers] then say that... the 5 last episodes of season 5 (Collusion - Revolution - Representation - Conformation - Recreation) go together and there is a direct continuation between them. (However, one of their rules as Miraculous writers is that these episodes can also be watched and understood independently.)

This ridiculous rule* means that the on-screen relationships can't develop and grow as that makes the show feel too serialized. This limitation meant that Adrien and Marinette could NOT become functional friends with a developing relationship as that would require a certain viewing order. The same was true for Ladybug and Chat Noir's relationship. They could not become stronger over time. They had to stay stagnant.

Without those friendships, Adrienette was reduced to being all about Marinette being unable to function around Adrien and Ladynoir was reduced to being all about Chat Noir flirting relentlessly while Ladybug constantly shot him down. The only side of the square that was allowed to be a true friendship was Marichat because they could interact without it leading to a romance since they weren't in love, which is a major problem since Adrienette is what became canon in spite of it having the substance of unset jello. How are we supposed to ship a couple that never knowingly interacted???

This inability to have developing relationships is why the writers wrote Marinette more like a fangirl than a friend with a crush. But fangirl behavior only plays well when there's a level of separation between the fan and the object of their affections. The fan can't actually know their crush because that makes the fan feel creepy and weird. This is Marinette's main problem. The thing that understandably turns a lot of viewers off. The way her crush is written simply doesn't fit the story canon is going with.

If Marinette and Adrien had been written as true friends and were allowed to have more of those early show moments where they did non-romantic things together, then Marinette would come across light-years more relatable than she does in canon even if her actions didn't change.

It's not that Marinette never has questionable moments, she absolutely does! It's just that a lot of those moments are only questionable because of the nature of her relationship with Adrien. They would all feel wildly different if Adrien was her close friend or boyfriend.

To see what I mean, think about how much less creepy it would have been if Marinette claimed to have Adrien's schedule after she and Adrien started dating. Your instant assumption becomes that he gave it to her! You also have the addition of Gabriel's controlling nature to mitigate the way Marinette's rickshaw date plan comes across. It goes from awkwardly over-the-top to sweet because she's just trying to find a way to spend a few minutes with her boyfriend whose life is too controlled to allow for proper dates. Same exact episode setup, wildly different read because context matters.

It really is sad how much the writing failed Marinette because it's normal to be a little weird around your crush. Wanting to get to know them better and spend time with them is completely understandable and common behavior! But the writers didn't just decide to keep Marinette and Adrien from being good friends. They also decided to give Marinette an active running gag of trying and failing to confess. This gag requires her crush to be extremely active while the show's formulaic nature meant that the crush could never have true progress. This lead to the show constantly putting Marinette in awkward positions and questionable situations. It's a terrible call if your goal is to actually tell a romance. They would have been way better off to make Marinette shy and afraid to confess as a contrast to Chat Noir's bold flirting. The most I'd do in that setup is to let her have the occasional secrete admirer thing where she leaves Adrien a gift or sends him a note like we saw in The Bubbler. That way a much stronger way to play Marinette's crush.

*Quick note: status quo rules are fine in shows that don't have overarching plots, but Miraculous is a romance with an overarching plot. Both of those elements require you to have some level of serialization to your story. I recently used ABC's Castle as an example of this. Almost every episode it a unique murder mystery, but the characters' relationships progress over time. There are also several plot lines that run through the show, leading to a handful of episodes that do need to be watched in order. Notably, all of the major status quo changes happen in that handful of serialized episodes. This is the type of show that Miraculous needed to be for its main story lines to work.

[cakerybakery]

Lucifer was more of a tea guy, but after last night he poured himself a cup of coffee into his ‘Ducks of North America’ mug. Then he got down a mug for Adam and made him a cup of the caffeine free coffee.

He and Adam had been up most of the night.

There was a groggy little, “daddy?” As Charlie wandered into the kitchen.

“Hey baby. How are you feeling?” He set down the mugs and moved towards his little girl.

“Bad.”

He just about reached her when ‘bad’ was spewed onto the linoleum.

“Definitely no school today.” Lucifer was already going to keep her home just incase one of her brothers passed the flu onto her. And it seems they had.

She groaned and wrapped her arms around her tummy, sinking down to the floor and wrenching again.

It kicked him into high gear. Lucifer picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. He washed her face and helped her rinse out her mouth.

Carefully he helped her undress and put her in a warm shower to make sure she didn’t have any puke on her. He brushed her long wet hair and put it in a quick braid to keep it out of her face if she threw up again. Then took her back to bed.

As she slowly put on a new nightgown, Lucifer changed her sheets to so they would feel fresh and clean. He put her back to bed and went to get an old ice cream bucket, lining it was paper towel to avoid splash back.

Carrying the bundle of sheets and the dirty clothing to the apartment’s in suite laundry, he passed Adam who was in the kitchen, scrubbing the floors.

“Oh, Adam. You should be in bed.”

After finally getting their boys settled around three in the morning, Adam had started to look a little green around the gills himself before spending the next hour curled up in the bathroom.

“It needs doing.” Adam grunted.

Lucifer sighed and finished his task. Adam was always like this. Insisting he had to do stuff or he felt useless. Lucifer tried to assure him that he wasn’t useless, that taking care of the kids all day was contributing. But there was a lot of unpacked baggage in Adam’s brain from his strict religious upbringing.

When they started looking into having kids they had settled on surrogacy pretty easily. Using donated eggs and an agency they ended up with Charlotte and Cain. Fraternal twins, and while they hadn’t wanted to know who the biological father was or each twin. It was rather clear. Cain was Adam’s double as much as Charlotte was his. They had to turn off their phones’ facial recognition stuff because the twins had started to be able to get into their phones and between the two of them bought about fifty bucks worth of in app purchases in a game.

Originally they had planned for Adam to take six weeks off work before putting the twins in daycare. It lasted a day before Lucifer found Adam, shut in a closet to hide as he cried. He hated every second of returning to work and putting their babies in daycare.

In their bedroom closet, the door shut so it was dark and Adam felt safe to express his feelings, they talked about options.

Lucifer came from a well off family. He had a trust fund he could tap into if Adam would rather have a nanny. But Adam quietly admitted while it was better, that it made his guts twist at the idea of wasting money on a nanny just because he was too weak to be away from his babies longer than he needed to be.

So Lucifer suggested Adam stay at home and care of their children. Adam’s heart wanted that, but Adam admitted it made him feel lazy. The six weeks he’d already been at home instead of earning money to pay for his share of things was bringing out feelings of shame.

The bits of his parents scolding Adam for playing house with his sisters and tending to the pretend babies instead of playing sports with the neighbourhood boys came to mind. Little bits of his father bitching that dinner was late because his mother had spent the day caring for sick children instead of making his food. The casual remarks that his sisters shouldn’t be thinking of college, rather of finding a husband from their church group. Their parents never understood why both girls cut them off once they got out.

It had taken a lot to get Adam to even admit he liked men, despite the frantic kissing in their dorm room and the weeks of making love. Lucifer had been with him every step of the way since. They got their first apartment together when Adam was disowned at twenty after telling his parents. When they got married, Lucifer’s parents bought them their current apartment. Each time, Adam had a little freak out about not being the man his parents expected of him.

Eventually they did settle on Adam quitting his job as an accountant and being a stay at home parent. But Adam put a lot of pressure on himself to be the perfect parent and stay at home spouse.

Some days, when Lucifer comes home from work and the place is a mess, dinner hasn’t even been started, and the kids are screaming and running around, Adam flinches like he’s expecting Lucifer to be upset. Lucifer couldn’t care less though.

He grew up with nannies and maids, a professional chef making dinners. His mother spent half her days doing whatever she fancied and the other half playing with the kids or taking them on outings. Lucifer’s father was a workaholic. He was always keeping busy. He had liked being up at five am to have meetings with people halfway around the globe, then casually did paperwork at breakfast. He worked until five pm sharp. Then turned his focus on his family. Engaging his always working mind on helping with homework or their activities. He liked working and made his family his hobby job, giving himself tasks like reading bedtime stories instead of reports.

Currently, Lucifer was still working his way up through his father’s company, but in another ten years or so, when his father retired and would fill his day with hobbies and grandchildren instead, Lucifer was slated to take over. His paycheque was more than enough to cover all their expenses. These days he wouldn’t even have to dip into his trust to pay for the help he grew up with.

Adam couldn’t be swayed though. He needed to contribute if he wasn’t working and felt like he needed to take care of everything himself around the house.

Lucifer went to the kitchen and pulled Adam to his feet. Adam was huffing, red from a fever, and constantly coughing. “You’re going to bed.”

“But, the kids. Charlie will be up soon.”

“Charlie is sick too. I already put her back to bed. All three boys are in their beds sleeping.” He half carried Adam, who was too weak from cleaning to do more than protest. “You need rest too.” He manhandled Adam back into bed. Fed him cold medicine to help him sleep. Then left him in the darkened room to rest.

Looking around the messy apartment, Lucifer decided he needed help. He called his mom.

Sera showed up half an hour later with a chef and a small barrage of maids behind her. The chef took stock of everything in the kitchen, made a list of ingredients, and left. The small army of maids cleaned the apartment from top to bottom. Disinfecting as they went.

Lucifer took a quick nap on the couch as Sera checked on the children and Adam.

A little rest and the toddlers were back to causing, carefully managed by nana Sera, chaos.

As lunch rolled around and their home filled with the smells of fresh baked biscuits and chicken noodle soup, Adam woke up. He was grumbly about the help but he couldn’t argue with a belly full of delicious homemade food, a lemony smelling bathroom as he took a shower, and fresh clean linens as he crawled back into bed for another nap.

Lucifer and Sera got all the kids bathed, fed, and put back to bed for their own naps.

Once the apartment was cleaned, the maid were done for the day and they and chef went home.

Sera then sent Lucifer to bed himself, promising to stay until everyone was feeling better. He reminded her they didn’t have a guest room and she scoffed.

“I’ll sleep on the couch, darling.” She shooed him off to bed. “Wouldn’t be the worst place I’ve slept.”

It took a couple days, and Lucifer getting sick as well in the meanwhile, but everyone was better.

Adam settled on the couch and sighed happily. “This is nice.”

“Hmm, it is.” Lucifer agreed as he cuddled into Adam’s side. The kids in their clean beds. “Can we talk about getting a maid service now?”

“Lucifer,” Adam groaned. “You know how I feel.”

“I do. And I keep telling you, it’s okay not to do everything yourself. Just once a week. Someone can come in and do a deep clean while we take the kids to the park or something.”

Adam looked like he wanted to say no, but looking around the once more scrubbed clean apartment, Adam seemed torn.

“You take care of two sets of twins. How you didn’t go crazy when Abel and Seth were born and you had Charlie and Cain still underfoot all day, I’ll never know.” Lucifer kissed Adam. “Darling, you don’t have to be alone.”

“I’m not alone. I have you.”

“Yeah. And I called my mommy for help. I’m just saying, you don’t need to burn yourself out to prove you deserve a place in this home. Please. Let me get a maid, or a chef, or a nanny. Someone.”

Adam thought for a long time before sighing. “Fine.”

Lucifer grinned. Adam was pouting about it now. But he’d come around. Sera and Lucifer never told Adam, but there was a reason she often popped around while their second set of newborns came home. If Adam suspected anything more than wanting grandma cuddles, he never said anything and just enjoyed that she often ordered out large meals when she was visiting. Leaving the leftovers so that Adam could more easily feed their toddlers and himself without having to cook on the days she wasn’t there.

They still had to decide what kind of help to get, but he’d leave it up to Adam to figure out what he was comfortable with. All Lucifer wanted was for his family to be happy. He wanted more evenings with his husband in his arms. Normally, Adam would still be cleaning, insisting that Lucifer not help. This was much better.

“You know what I really want to do, darling?” Lucifer asked in a husky tone.

“Go to bed for the night?” Adam teased.

“You know me so well.” Now that everyone was better, things had calmed down, and Lucifer just really wanted to go to bed early and wake up in the morning feeling refreshed.

Adam switched off the TV, and they went to bed.

[katerinaaqu]

You are the most welcome! As you see I care for these more than what's healthy hahaha!

Hehehe that is because I think especially for Athena people wanna translate one over the other. The word γλαύκος (glaukos) means "light blue" short of like a grayish blue or almost white blue. That is also used to express "shine" so people prefer to say "shiny eyed Athena" instead. Personally I do not think the one cancels the other. Now it is the OTHER meaning of her eyes that is more interesting. That the word γλαύκα (glauka) means "owl" so that could also be "owl-eyed Athena" or "with the eyes of an owl". That could also be "wise" or smart-eyed as well in one way. Again in my mind the one is not mutually exclusive of the other (unlike the word "xanthos" that is referring to colors of a general spectrum oftentimes, the word "glaukos" as grayish light blue can still be translated as "shiny" and the "owl" part could be descriptive of the way her eyes look as well. If that makes sense. As opposed again to another color; cyan, which means of course "very dark blue" but it also is used as a subsitute for "black" which was also used in ancient greek art as well. So when someone for example reads the text where Odysseus's beard is described as "cyan" obviously the logical assumption is that it is called "black" and not "blue" hahahaha but artists go wild on Poseidon who is also referred to "of cyan hair" As for the amazingly poetic form of "wine-colored sea" one only needs to look at a cup of wine to realize what that means;

(Yes that is my cup and yes I drink wine from ceramic cups because I think the taste fits better and yes I poured it for demonstration and not sorry! XD)

Anyways as you see the color and the texture especially when seen through a non-diaphanous cup is this black, dark color, the essence of no end to its depth. That is what the Greeks saw when out the sea; a black-deep color and Homer couldn't find a better word for it honestly! There even was a guy swimming out the sea in the rain and made a short reel on instagram or tiktok about it and man it really fitted! Oh no doubt for centuries indeed! Poetic words, the way they fit with the metric system and all!

He really did and man yeah people often forget right? Agamemnon was his brother and arguably a father figure given the heavy intrigue between their family members in particular Agamemnon and his twin brother Thyestes. The family was a mess and cursed through the line of Tandalus. Their family is an endless rouse of betrayal, incest, murder and even cannibalism and the cycle of violence didn't end there for Menelaus also suffered the disgrace of his wife running away with Paris, his only daughter Hermione sent to Clytemnestra for keeping but Clytemnestra also lost her own interest in all other of her children and family when Agamemnon was forced by the gods to sacrifice his own daughter Iphigenia. She neglected or straight out abused all her other children. In Euripides Orestes we even see Orestes, Menelaus own dear nephew, going mad, he killed Aegisthus and Clytemnestra and in the play by Euripides he even takes Hermione hostage before the very eyes of Menelaus, holding a sword at her throat and he even went to kill Helen as well. Yeah the family was not doing okay! Yup! Aegisthus was the son of Thyestes with his own daughter. Thyestes was furious because Atreus, the father to Agamemnon and Menelaus, conspired with Thyestes's wife and killed his children and fed them to Thyestes! Yeah I am not kidding. Thyestes found out and was furious! Thus the whole thing with his daughter. Aegisthus was nourished with hatred for the Atreides and exiled them. They found shelter in Sparta and Tyndareus where Tyndareus helped them to get Mycenae back. Agamemnon married Clytremnestra as an arrangement to seal the deal and Menelaus was of course one of the suitors of Helen. Aegisthus was sent away and basically he came back as a lover to Clytemnestra and as a help to the murder of Agamemnon and later he ruled Mycenae for a little while till Orestes came back and killed him. So yeah Menelaus had no real slack in his life either! I even made a random post about him and Odysseus:

So...point and case. I even made some random thoughts on how TRULY DEPRESSED Menelaus was you can see here:

Yup it does make sense doesn't it? The Homeric Poems are first and foremost two giant songs that were meant to be sung in public thus the repetitive lyrics (pretty much like refraign and couple nowadays) and the whole thematic here and there that takes into consideration people who arrive later and need to be pitched in the plot. Yes I believe people make the mistake to think that the homeric poems were somehow books or novels thus they do not like literary choices such as the ones above. But once you see it as a song, all becomes clear doesn't it?

I couldn't have said it better and you brought yet another beautiful example with Sherlock Holmes! Yes it oftentimes pains me that nowadays we read these contexts and immediately people assume "ha! Homoerotic themes!" or "ha! Gay!" while we can as you said, might as well lament on the fact that platonic relationships are not written as warmly anymore! As if being warm with someone means romance only! And I love it how indeed people assume that the past was just a cold and unfriendly place where people were afraid of their emotions and then Homer is there like "REALLY!?" Honestly I have seen more emotion pouring freely in these old stories than anything written nowadays that we claim that we learn to express emotions! And these ancient texts use the most beautiful language ever! I couldn't agree more! Which is why I try when I write my fanfictions and retellings to bring it back! Dunno it bothers me as much as it bothers you!

It is only mentioned in one or two parts in Odyssey so it is understandable. It is easily forgettable given that even Homer didn't elaborate more for that and we have more post-homeric sources talk on that but yup! Prophecies are thrown on the table here and there and even then there is some talk in regards to that and yes given the situation maybe that wouldn't do much indeed because as you said someone came to Telemachus, Athena herself and Telemachus KNEW in the end that it was a god that was advising him and still he had his douts. It was SUCH a depressive moment to him.

Oh absolutely the law of Xenia was the primary reason! In fact I had replied to someone a long time ago on that. You can see my reply here:

it is that as well as the combination of the fact that technically Telemachus was not yet the official ruler so the suitors, ironically, were in theory ODYSSEUS'S guests rather than his own. Plus I remind you that Telemachus was 20 years old. The suitors arrived when he was much younger, at the age of roughly 16 years old, maybe 17. Telemachus has no experience in warfare despite the fact that it was proven he was a capable warrior and he had no real authority. He couldn't do much and obviously he couldn't start murdering people in his own house no matter how much he often wished to. Odysseus arrived, a man baked well in violence and war, experienced war veteran and strong warrior and above all with the blessings of a goddess for it so that made the slaughter possible.

I couldn't have said it better! It was in one way the return of Odysseus (although arguably not his last trip unfortunately for him since he has to go to the mainland and fulfill the prophecy of Tiresias) but it certainly was the first for Telemachus and this parallel traveling I think as you brilliantly stated is a beautiful and sweet thing and the way they both met after the end of their journey as well, like meeting in the middle! Man it absolutely is worth the tears!

You are very sweet! Thank you!

Oh I understand and arguably tumblr is a jungle! I understand completely!

I am honored to hear that! If anything it is the greatest reward to hear that someone gets inspired so! ^_^ I honestly hope to engage with you in conversations in the future because you honestly show great sensitivity and deep will to understand! And explore on your own and form your opinions as well which is the most important part when you read the texts; be aware of their context, open your mind to other horizons and finally form your own thoughts and feelings on them! That is what alltime classics do!

Telemachus is so much stronger than me for real. Cause if I had traveled for days, by sea AND land, arrived at the palace of my father's friend and my mother's cousin to humbly ask if they know anything about my missing father and instead of just fucking telling me already, this mf started a monologue about how gay he is for my dad and about the time he captured a God that granted him wishes three, I'd already be telling him to Hurry The Fuck Up. IT'S BEEN TEN YEARS, I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY.

But if the same motherfucker then turned around and told me that he had known FOR YEARS NOW that my dad is trapped on an island AND THE MOTHERFUCKER DIDN'T TELL ANYONE!!!! NOT A SINGLE LETTER!!! I would have already strangled Menelaus with that fucking blond hair of his in front of his wife and children, unhelpful son of a bitch.

[fancyfeathers]

I just had the funniest thought ever. I imagined that the yandere justice league darlings reacting to high world scale disasters differently than other people. Maybe at first they were scared normally but then they got used to it. Even coming up with codes depending on how dangerous it is and reacting differently. For instance; Big mutant monsters: Code Green (Bad but Superman can handle it), Aliens: Code Blue ( Worst than monsters but not really serious), but the likes of Darkside, Trigon or the Anti Monitor: Code Black (⚠️⚠️⚠️. Run!). What are your thoughts?🤣

Yandere!Justice League AU Masterlist

Oh absolutely they would have something like this, though some darlings are less phased by things than others, like any darling of a Green Lantern, none of them give a fuck. Like Hal could be shaking his darling awake because something is wrong and he has to get her out of there before he goes to help the rest of the league and she just looks at him with a look that could kill because he woke her up, none of them care about anything because it feels like every other week one of the lanterns is off planet doing something to stop something and they honestly cannot bother themselves to keep track.

Now other darlings of the Justice League may be more worried about it because they basically stay home unless it is like a code black that you used in your example, the lanterns’ darlings are at the watchtower or the hall of justice so often because their partner is off planet that they really just do not care. Then some are just stressed, especially the ones who have kids and they have to deal with the superpowered children (lord help Barry’s darling and Clark’s darling) and the fact that the world could end.

Like with this I’m imagining all of darlings being dropped off to the watchtower or the hall of justice in the middle of the night before it gets locked down, some of them have their children with them still in their pajamas, and most of them are worried and then there is just Kyle’s darling asleep on a couch, Hal’s darling looking like she is about to fall asleep sitting up, then Guy’s and John’s darlings are laying down on the carpet and everyone thinks it’s because of stress of the situation and-

“No, they’re just tired because they got woken up.”

“I’m gonna murder… Hal when he… he gets back…”

“Ya, don’t wake them up right now, they’re pissed already.”

I also feel like Martian Manhunter’s darling would not be bothered much at all, but not like how the Green Lanterns’ darlings are calm, but calm because J'onn literally manipulated her mind to not panic because if she panics it will just make the entire situation worse, she’ll be perfectly safe so there is no reason to worry.

[rosenclaws]

Could I pleasssse request a smut/fluff fic with Logan where he secretly likes the reader and doesn't like the readers bf? The reader is in their early to mid twenties and has been best friends with Logan for years and he snaps one night when her bf is being an asshole 👀 thank you so much 😭

warnings: Angst to fluff, asshole boyfriend, he's mutant hating low key, threats, fighting

a/n: Hehehe i fucking LOVE a good jealousy fic, also I based the asshole ex on multiple asshole exes of my own lol.

Things were well and truly complicated. You always knew what being a mutant meant for your relationship life. Having to dip your toes into the water to see if they the kind of person who wanted your kind dead or if they were more open to the idea of mutants.

Even then you ran into all kinds of assholes. If you could even get past the first date then you'd have to drop the bomb that you work at a mutant school with mutant children. Safe to say your dating life was pretty empty.

"You here again sweetheart?" You roll your eyes when you hear Logan's voice. It's Friday night and you're sitting in the living room of the mansion with a root beer.

“Yeah, so are you.” You bite back. He just chuckles and takes a seat next to you. Spreading his legs until his knee knocks into yours.

“Weren’t you supposed to go out with that kid, what was his name Jacob or…”

“Jason. Yeah he canceled when he saw the pick up address.” You remember the absolute terrified voice he spoke to you in, afraid you were going to melt his bones through the phone or something.

“You really know how to pick em.” You shove Logans shoulder as he laughs.

“Fuck off, I don’t see you getting any action lately either.”

“That’s because I’m not interested in dating some stranger.” He grumbles.

Truth is Logan hasn't been interested in anyone except for you for a while now. Its been years and as pathetic as it sounds Logan was too afraid to say anything. But there's no reason to mess up a good thing right? Plus it's not like you've been showing any interest in him.

“Look, any guy would be lucky to have you sweetheart, you just need to find the right one."

"Feels like I've been searching forever. Feels like I should make a marriage pact or something." You say with a groan.

"A marriage pact?" "Logan questions.

"Yeah you know, if we haven't found someone by the time we're forty we just, get married."

"We?" Your eyes widen and you start to flounder. The last thing you want is for Logan to think you're a creep or something. It's not like you fantasize about Logan or anything. Totally not.

"Not you, I mean if you wanted to then sure but I was just talking hypothetically you know. I mean god could you imagine you and I?" The words tumble out of your mouth with no filter. You just can't stop yourself. Logan cocks and eyebrow and you pray for something, anything to happen to help you shut up.

"Yeah...hard to picture you and I" Logan's face hardens as he talks.

Like he thought before, you don't want him. You could just burst into flames right here and now. The tension is palpable. Logan has been your friend for a long time but he never fails to make you a little nervous. He shouldn't have this hold over you but god he's just so big and intimidating.

"You know what? We should go out." You say abruptly.

"What? Hey give that back!" You grab the beer out of his hand and he looks at you confused.

"It'll be fun please, I'll buy the first round." You offer and he thinks for a second.

"Fine."

You don't really know what drove you to want to come here. It was loud and crowded and you and Logan had gotten separated after the first drink. Maybe you just wanted to avoid the odd feelings you get whenever you're alone with him. Plus that last conversation was awkward as hell.

You sigh as you swirl your drink around. You spot Logan across the room. He's leaning against the wall while a very pretty red head is all in his space. Your heart clenches as you notice the cocky smile on his face and how he's not pushing her away. Guess someone is getting lucky tonight and it isn't you.

"Hey, couldn't help but notice a beautiful girl all by herself." You look to your side to see a guy slide into the seat next to you. He seems nice enough. He's cute and all.

"Oh I'm here with a friend." You say looking back at Logan.

"Yeah, he seems busy to me. The name's Carter. Let me buy you a drink, no strings attached I swear." He offers. You take one last look at Logan, that woman's hand snaking up his arm. Fuck it.

"Alright deal."

Things since that night have been, a little off. You went home with Carter after Logan had disappeared. Carter was nice enough, at least he was at first. He treated you nice, bought you flowers. He didn't care you were a mutant or that you worked at a mutant school. He was the perfect gentleman. For the first couple months.

It happened so slowly you didn't even notice at first. You spent less time at the mansion, instead now spending it with him. The kids started to miss you and so did your friends but you were happy and they were happy you were happy.

You rarely saw Logan anymore. Ever since you came home from the bar he had been avoiding you, or something. Carter would come by the mansion but his nice guy persona seemed to fade the more he spent with everyone. It didn't help that one of your students accidently lit him on fire once. That's when the fights started.

He didn't trust the kids there, said they were dangerous. He would tell you that he liked mutants but h was worried for your safety. And he really didn't like Logan. The first time the two of them met it ended in a fight on the car ride back to his place. Logan was a strong personality and the two men clashed.

Soon every time your job got brought up it ended in a fight. He'd talk bad about your students, about your friends, about Logan. Carter wanted to keep you away from there because he loved you but they were your family.

He loved you, you had to believe it was all because he loved you. I mean you had spent so long looking for a man who didn't care about your job or your mutant abilities and Carter was that guy. At least you thought he was. You won't find anyone better. Carter liked to say that. It's hard to come by someone who's okay with what you are. So you just had to believe he did it all because he loved you.

"Do we really have to go to this stupid thing? Can't we just stay in..." Carters hand snakes up your leg but you bat his hand away making him huff.

A pissed off look on his face as you drive to the mansion. It was a simple staff party but it had been too long since you got to relax with all your friends. Carter had insisted on coming along but right now you wish he had just stayed home, especially if he was going to complain the whole time.

"This is really important to me. We don't have to stay long I promise." You say in a cheerful tone but Carter just rolls his eyes.

"Whatever." It was exhausting. To Carter anything he wanted to do was fine but as soon as there was something you wanted to do it was a chore.

"Don't understand why you're so obsessed with being around these...people." He mumbles under his breath. Not this again. You plaster on a fake smile as you pretend you didn't hear him. He loves you for who you are right?

The party was in full swing by the time you get in. You greet your friends, trying to hide your feelings as Carter says something about getting a drink.

"You finally made it." You turn to see Logan standing behind you.

"Logan! Didn't expect to see you here." You tease. Parties were never Logan's thing.

"I heard you might show up, can't miss that now can I?" He opens his arms and you don't hesitate to hug him. You missed this. Your nights used to be filled with movie nights and late night snacking with Logan. It's been so long since you got to do any of that.

"Hey, is everything okay?" Logan clocks the fake smile immediately. He's noticed the ways you've changed. You're deflated, tired. It's all that assholes doing and he knows it.

"Yeah every things fine," Logans hands rest on your arms, he's about to press you a little further but Carter comes back.

"Hey man get your hands off my girlfriend." Carter almost seems to puff out his chest as if he was trying to appear bigger than Logan. Logan rolls his eyes.

"Calm down bub, just saying hi to my friend."

"Well she's my girlfriend."

"Yeah she's also a person not a fucking object." Logan growls and you step to get in between the two of them. The last thing you wanted was a fight right now.

"It was great seeing you again Logan." You smile as Carter wraps his hand around your wrist.

Logan reluctantly lets go of you as you're taken away by your boyfriend. He feels this anger burning inside of him. Every time he sees that bastard touch you he wants to rip off his damn arms. Every time he sees your smile fall or hears your fake laugh.

"Jealous much?" Scott comments, a smirk on his face as Logan turns to glare.

"I ain't jealous." Logan snaps as he stalks away.

Yes he is, he's very jealous. He's jealous that asshole is your boyfriend and not him. He's jealous that he's not the one who gets to hold you at night and call you his girl. But he was too late. So he's got no one to blame but himself.

Carter hadn't left your side since your moment with Logan. Normally you'd be happy about this but he was doing nothing but complain every chance he got.

"Can we just fucking go home already. You saw your little friends."

"It's barely been an hour Carter. All I asked for was this one thing! These people are my family would it kill you to try and act interested." You snap, finally fed up with his attitude. He scoffs and crosses his arm.

"I am trying. It's not my fault your family are freaks! Especially that fucking monster." He says with an extra glare towards Logan. Heads start to turn as he raises his voice.

"They're not freaks and don't call Logan that! He is not a monster!" You hiss. You've had it up to here with Carter. Everything you thought about him was crumbling down. If this is what love was then you'd rather be single.

"Of course you come to his defense. What are you fucking him on the side?" He spits.

Logan looks ready to pounce but he's being held back. If he could he'd maim this guy until he's nothing but blood and bones. He doesn't care what insult this guy spews his way but the second he disrespects you, all bets are off.

"He's my friend that's why I'm defending him. I will not let you talk about anyone of these people like that! You are nothing but a hateful asshole. You can go home and don't wait up because you're done."

You're seething with anger but there's a sense of relief that washes over you. You can feel every ones eyes on you but you don't care. You turn around to walk away but Carter grabs onto your wrist.

"Don't fucking walk away from me!" You wince at how hard he grabs you and that's when Logan snaps. Like an animal he's on Carter in an instant. Claws out and a murderous look on his face.

"Get your fucking hand off her before I slice it off." Whatever arrogance Carter had was gone in an instant. He lets go of your wrist and grabs at Logan's arm but Logan is unmoving.

"Listen here bub, you're going to get your sorry ass out of here and never come back." Logan leans in, just close enough that Carter is the only one who can hear his next words.

"If you even think of contacting her again I'll find you and I'll rip you limb from limb." Carter scrambles out of Logans grip and falls to the ground.

"You're all fucking insane." He yells as he runs out the door.

There's a weight that falls off your shoulders the second he's out of your sight. You let out a sigh as you turn to face everyone. Some of them were looking at you with pity and others were happy he was finally gone.

"I am, so sorry for ruining the party."

"You didn't ruin the party sugar, we're glad he's gone. Now we can really party." Rouge says with a smile, you're grateful for her as this breaks the awkward tension.

Things seem to go back to normal but you slip outside, not really feeling a party mood anymore. You hear the door open and foot steps behind you. A root beer is placed in front of you and you gladly take it. Wordlessly Logan takes the spot next to you. Man you can't remember the last time you got to sit down with Logan.

"Thank you, and I'm sorry." You say. He shrugs and throws an arm around you, pulling you closer.

"Nothing to be sorry for sweetheart, asshole had it coming." He takes a sip of his beer and you sigh, leaning a little closer to him.

"How could I be so stupid, things went south way before tonight. I just...didn't want to see it."

"Hey, you're not stupid. You were in love." Love makes you do a lot of things. Turn a blind eye or in Logan's case. Pretend like the feelings aren't even there.

"No I wasn't. Not really. I think...I was so afraid of never finding someone that I latched onto the first guy to give me an ounce of attention." You groan. What's so wrong with wanting to be loved huh? Nothing. But you deserve a guy who isn't a complete asshole.

"There will be other guys, anyone would be lucky. to have you"

"Yeah? Like who?" You say with a snort.

"Like me." Logan says simply. Your eyes widen as you taken in what he just said.

"What?" You ask in disbelief.

Logan shifts where he sits. Fuck this isn't how he imagined telling you, in fact he thought he never would. But Carter made him so angry and he'd be dammed if he let another dick come and take you away again.

"Like me, I want to be the lucky bastard."

"I...Logan how long have you felt this way." You ask, a hand coming to rest on his chest.

"It doesn't matter,"

"Yes it does, please. I need to know how much of an idiot I've been." You beg and Logan frowns, he doesn't like it when you call yourself an idiot.

"Years sweetheart, I've been in love with you for years." He confesses.

All this time. He's been there. As your friend, as something more. Too wrapped up in his own shit to say something at first and then by the time he worked out some of it, it was too late. He hates to admit it but that asshole did one thing right, it pushed him to stop hiding how he really feels about you.

"Logan..." You whisper as your lean in close to him.

His hand snakes around your waist and pulls you closer. Your lips ghost each other for just a moment, before he leans closer and kisses you. Your lips move together slowly. Logan groans against your lips as he pulls you even closer, if anyone were to look outside they'd see you practically crawling onto his lap.

His other hand cups your cheek, keeping you right there for him to kiss over and over. A part of you is kicking yourself for not saying anything to Logan sooner. So much pain and annoyance could have been avoided had one of you just confessed, but the other part of you is too happy to care. Too happy knowing that he felt the same way and that he was finally yours.

"I wish we had done this sooner."

"Me too sweetheart, but you have me now." He says as he kisses you again. A thought lingers in your mind and you pull away from Logan much to his dismay.

"Fuck, I need to get my shit from Carters place." You say with a groan.

"Don't say his name ever again," Logan grumbles and you laugh.

"I'll take care of everything so you never even have to think of that asshole." Logan buries his face in your neck, kissing every bit of skin he can reach.

"Now, lets ditch this party and make up for some lost time." Logan purrs.

God there's so much time to catch up on, you mourn what could have been but Logan taps your cheek. Snapping you out of your spiraling thoughts.

"You alright sweetheart?" You nod, shaking your head free of those thoughts. That's all in the past now, it took a while but you found your way to Logan and that's all that matters.

"I've never been better. Now, take me home."

[sir-tater-of-the-tot]

Adam didn't have to worry about that, from what Lucifer said drones only appear when Adam is in some kind of heat cycle which won't happen for a couple of years. That was because Lucifers and Adams babies would take 3 to 4 years to fully mature, which brought sadness to Adam since his babies would leave so fast. It is the way of the hive Lucifer said once and well he wasn't wrong. At the moment Adam was playing with his little ones while he tasted some of the honey the workers were bringing him, they had started asking him for the honey he produced from his breasts. It was embarrassing but Adam let them collect it. He felt like a cow the way they squeezed his breasts to help the honey seep out.

Lucifer: how are you feeling love

Adam: good, just kinda felt like I'd be doing more stuff

Lucifer sat next to him, one of their babies crawled into his lap, it was Avery who was followed by Charlie. The girls were definitely daddies girls, Lucifer let the girls curl into his fluff.

Lucifer: you are doing a lot, usually the queen needs more rest after laying workers but you seem to be very active

Adam did feel tired but it wasn't that bad, or at least it wasn't as bad as he thought. Laying the eggs did take a lot out of him but knowing Lucifer and his workers were helping him made Adam feel better. Especially since they are always making sure he's ok and comfortable. Adam sighed as he felt his stomach, he could feel his body getting ready to deposit more eggs.

Adam: speaking of which, it's about that time again

Adam handed off the babies to some workers, Lucifer doing the same as he followed his queen. Helping him to the nursery. Adam had kinda gotten used to laying eggs though not completely, it was a strange feeling that left his body feeling tiny shockwaves afterwards. Once they were ready Adam laid the eggs, this clutch really did take a lot out of him, they were bigger than the usual eggs but not even close to the six he laid first. Adam laid in Lucifer's lap while Lucifer played with his hair a couple of the workers were cleaning him, it felt weird but his body was too tired to protest.

Lucifer: that's it Adam just rest you did great you can take a nap now

And Adam did just that, unfortunately winter was creeping around the corner which went the hive was going to have to start storing for the harsh season. Lucifer bit his lip at the thought, Adams honey supply should keep their kids fed for the winter. he'd have to find warmer bedding for them and he would need to move their little ones into their room so the workers don't accidentally kick them out. It happened one year where a price was thrown out and he unfortunately froze to death.

Lucifer looked at the eggs Adam had laid, a smile rose to his lips. Adam was doing amazing and on a good schedule too. The close laying was probably due to the seasons changing more workers to go out and collect pollen for the hive before the cold wiped out the plants. Lucifer kissed Adams soft hair. He was going to need to do a few tasks while Adam slept.

Lucifer and a few workers began moving Charlie, Abel, Alice, Avery, Avalon and Arya into his and Adams room. Next he had to collect honey to store in the room for the kids, they were only a few weeks old so they wouldn't have enough fluff to protect them from the coming cold.

While he was out of the hive with a couple of other workers Lucifer sensed a drone, usually drones never left the hive. Them not having stingers was one of the reasons that didn't stop Lucifer of course. Sometimes when he was away from Adam he spent his time hunting down other drones and killing them. It was best he killed them before they tried to take his Adam away from him.

With this one however Lucifer didn't bother, the guy would die from the winter anyways. After returning Lucifer found Adam asleep in their bed while the children curled into their mother's fluff and tummy. It was a cute sight even seeing Abel and Avery fight over one of Adams breasts. Lucifer separated the two which caused Adam to ster awake.

Adam: oh your back where were you?

Lucifer smiled: collecting some things for the winter

Adam: is it that time already?

Lucifer: for us bees we have to prepare much earlier since our bodies sense the cold a lot faster than others

Adam looked at his babies who already looked to be shivering a bit, was it really going to be that cold.

Lucifer: here use this

He handed Adam a large blanket and the queen happily used it to cover them.

I have an idea, Yandere King Bee Lucifer with Human Adam 👀

With a forced transformation/curse for Adam to become a Queen Bee /nf /suggestion

Just some food for thought! Anyways, have a good rest of your day/afternoon/night!

Skadoodles back into the abyss

Well a King needs his Queen 👑💖

@sir-tater-of-the-tot 👀

Since he's a King, there aren't many bees anymore so he needs to repopulate his kingdom.

[superbtiti]

Word count: 1.4k

Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki

A/n: should I write a part 2? Anyway enjoy 🫶🏾

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"Can you guys just shut up for one second?" my voice snapped through their noise like a whip. I shot each one of them a sharp glare, my gaze like a knife to their throats.

"Fuck..." I kissed my teeth.

"Y'all giving me a headache..." a frustrated sigh left my mouth, my foot continuously tapping the ground.

They all fell silent after the sudden snap, even Bakugo, who rarely listens to people, kept his mouth quiet. The suffocating silence was broken by the soft, tinny elevator music.

I closed my eyes, breathing deeply in an attempt to steady myself. My patience was seemingly thin, exhausted from the intense training session we just completed that had drained every ounce of energy from my body. Being cramped in an elevator with the three boys, whose personalities clash like fire, water, and earth, is definitely not what I am in need of right now.

"Sorry..." Izuku murmured behind me, his voice barely audible.

I opened my eyes and turned my attention to them. Izuku stared at me sympathetically; his hand never stopped fidgeting. Todoroki shifted slightly, keeping his gaze lowered on the ground. "Apologies," his voice monotone, a surprising hint of sincerity.

Bakugo kept his hands in his pockets and avoided my gaze, probably mumbling some dumb shit under his breath.

'Ding.'

We arrive at our destined floor, the elevator doors open. "Whatever," I breathe out, exiting the cramped space.

I slowly walk through the hallway of Endeavor's agency, the echoed footsteps signaling me that the others were following me.

Furthermore, I pushed the door open to the conference room, where we are to meet up to discuss our training progress.

Greeted with a massive screen glowing ominously on the far wall. I took a seat near the center of the table, the others hesitantly sat next to me, Todoroki on my left, his calm presence refreshing after the tension in the elevator, Izuku on my right with his notebook out and ready to scribble, and Bakugo slouched into his seat across from me, the expression on his face saying 'fuck off' loud and clear to anyone who dared to say something.

The heavy tension is visible to other bystanders, like an unwelcome guest.

Endeavor enters the room a moment later. "Alright, children," he began, his tone sharp.

"We're going to go over today's training session. Pay close attention to your performance footage. I want you to identify at least three areas for improvement."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. After hours of laborious training, the last thing I wanted was to sit through footage of every mistake I'd already replayed in my head a hundred times. But Endeavor didn't care about what we wanted—only what we needed to improve.

The screen started displaying our recent exercise. Izuku glided through our training field, dodging attacks, while Bakugo blasted his way through, activating most of the traps and disabling us on his way. Todoroki blocked the explosion thanks to his ice abilities.

Then my own performance came up. I watched myself make mistakes and waste precious time, which only fueled my aggravation and frustration. The unwanted comments of Endeavor not assisting.

"You were too slow there," he let out. "And in lack of critical thinking, we cannot afford such disheveled actions. The time wasted would have been major and could cost a civilian their life in a real situation," he addressed.

The old man does nothing but comment on everything I do, no matter how hard I try, to the point I don't sleep at night to study for the next day. Will he ever be satisfied with what I have to give?

"What an asshat," I muttered, just loud enough for the others to hear. Endeavor's glare cut through me like fire, sharp and burning. I sighed, forcing myself to sit up straighter. "Apologies," I said, though the sarcasm in my voice didn't go unnoticed.

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The room dimmed as the screen continued displaying clips of our earlier session. His attention on his performance, Izuku's muttering returned in full force, jotting in his notebook, the sound of his pen scratching the surface of his book aggravatingly. Bakugo, on the other hand, leaned back into his seat, arms crossed while observing his own.

"Izuku," my voice cut sharp, "quit mumbling, it's distracting."

"My bad," he acknowledged, lowering his voice.

"Oi," Bakugo hissed from across the table. "If you’re gonna nag, how about you keep it down as well, huh?"

I shot him a glare. "How about you mind your business and take this seriously."

"Take this seriously?" His voice rose, catching the attention of others. "I don't need your lecture when you’ve been moody and unpredictable since morning, princess. And besides, I already know I’m better than you all."

I huffed. "Coulda fooled me. Your so-called 'superiority' caused you to trigger half of the damn traps in the field." I shot back, leaning forward as if it would get my point across more.

The corner of Todoroki's mouth twitched, and I could've sworn he was suppressing a smirk. "Careful, Bakugo," Todoroki chimed in, his voice calm but cutting. "Your temper's showing again."

"Shut it, Icy Hot!" Bakugo snapped, slamming his hands on the table. "You wanna say that again?!"

"Someone's getting heated," I commented provocatively.

"Can we not do this right now?" Izuku complained

"Enough!" Endeavor commanded, his sharp tone silencing the brewing argument. "If you can't keep quiet, you'll be running the course again—together. Am I clear?"

"Hell nah."

"Over my body."

"I'd rather not."

The three of us grumbled varying acknowledgments, izuku remained silent, sinking back into our seats as the instructor resumed the debriefing.

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After what felt like an eternity, the meeting finally ended. I stretched as I stood, the stiffness in my shoulders easing slightly. The boys stalled near the exit, clearly waiting for me.

"I'm heading back to the dorms," I informed them.

"Me too," Izuku added. "Need to review some notes."

"Ima go get some food. Careful not to choke on your nerd shit." Bakugo turned away, stepping toward the exit with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Seriously?" I let out an annoyed groan, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Can't you just shut the fuck up and not insult people everywhere you go?"

He stopped mid-step, turning to glare at me.

"You’ve got a bad mouth, princess. Do you think you’re better than me? And besides, keeps things interesting." he sneered, stepping closer.

My face scrunched up in distaste. "Not every damn thing is a competition." The words shot out of my mouth laced with venom. "How about you start working as a team? Maybe then you'll notice how much of a liability you are," I snapped back, meeting his gaze head-on.

"Good luck with that," Todoroki muttered.

Bakugo’s eyes widened, his hand sparking faintly with explosions.

"Liability?! Say that again, and I'll blow your shit up!"

"Blow me up. I fucking dare you," I countered, my tone daring and condescending.

"Stop this buffoonery, at once!"

Endeavor yelled, fumes steaming from his head. His aggravation and vexation were clear to every living being near his radius, flames emitting from his body. The room turned dead quiet, all eyes snapped to him.

"I can't believe how childish and insolent you are behaving! All of you are far from representing the heroes of our near future," his voice railed through the hallways, his fiery aura intensifying with each word. "I am far from pleased with your actions today, both individually and as a team on the field."

Bakugo clicked his tongue, shoving his hands back in his pockets. Todoroki quietly glared at his father, while Izuku shifted uncomfortably, his gaze falling to the ground.

I swallowed hard, my throat clenching as my mouth ran dry.

Endeavor let out a heavy sigh, the flames on his body dimming slightly. "If this behavior continues, none of you will be fit to graduate, let alone work in the professional hero field. Learn to control yourselves and act like the heroes you claim to want to be."

With that, he turned and stormed out of the room, leaving the four of us in an uncomfortable silence.

Bakugo was the first to break it, muttering, "Tch. Whatever." He stormed out, his footsteps echoing down the hall.

I clenched my fists, the tension in my chest building up as my eyes started to sting, tears threatening to fall.

"I got you," a soft voice said from beside me. I felt a hand on my back, providing me with an all-too-familiar sense of comfort. I turned slightly to meet Izuku's gaze.

"Let's go back to the dorms."

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[castellanpilled]

Thoughts on Hermes and Luke’s relationship? Personally I’ve always had trouble viewing Hermes as actually having “tried his best” with Luke- to me, it’s always felt messed up that he left Luke with May for so long.

Like, I mean if Aphrodite can set off ALL the events of the titans curse with no consequence and she’s viewed as a “lesser” goddess by the other deities and campers, I’m sure Hermes could’ve done something more to help

Also what are your opinions on May and all the stuff with the oracle and how it affected Luke? I’ve always thought that was one of the things that really set him up for manipulation by Kronos, but you have really interesting things to say and I love reading your posts!!!

Oooh this is a really interesting one!!

(This is all talking about Pjo!Hermes, not the actual deity)

I think that Hermes was always aware of Luke; but after the whole oracle thing with May, he kind of just didn’t want to be around Luke because he knew that things would get worse. I don’t think he tried his best at all, though. Thing is, he didn’t send any kind of help to Luke, atleast not like he did with Percy in SoM. He just flat out,,, ignored Luke? And then obviously Hermes goes back to May AGAIN when Luke is 14, which I find stupid because if he was willing to visit May then surely he could’ve visited Luke. Furthermore, if we’re talking SHOW Luke, Hermes is even worse!! He’s out gambling at Lotus Casino!! He HAS TIME to visit his son! He literally proved that he’s not always busy!!

I think that he may have tried at some point, but it wasn’t actually enough. The guy “exists out of time and space,” so surely he could’ve come up with SOME WAY to visit his son? I also kind of think that he may have viewed Percy as Luke if it “went well” and that may have been why he tried to help Percy.

Luke’s anger for him also probably grew when he found out he had other kids who he was also ignoring. I’m sure he wasn’t happy when he found out that he was supposedly the favourite; the bar is realllllll low! I think that when Luke was younger, like, before his quest, he really did want his dad to pay attention to him; he really did care. All he wanted was fatherly love. Of course, then his quest happened, and that was the breaking point. He was vulnerable, so Kronos took control of that. I think if the quest had gone slightly different and Kronos had still tried to take control of Luke, he would’ve had atleast some mental clarity to say no. But he didn’t, and that was the difference.

Tldr; Hermes barely tried and did the bare minimum for his children

May and the oracle is complicated. I don’t really blame her for what happened; I also don’t think Luke did either. He was just so traumatised though that it was hard for him to see his mother in a positive light.

Obviously the curse of the oracle still affected her even after Luke left, and I don’t think it ever stopped affecting her. It wasn’t just “until your son dies,” because that would make no sense. It was for the rest of her life. I think that May is a really interesting character and the fact that she’s such a mystery just drives that. We know so much yet so little about her.

Anyways, it 100% was a factor in Kronos manipulating Luke. I mean, we know that he was plagued with nightmares from Kronos after the whole Ares thing, and a lot of those nightmares probably consisted of May and the oracle. Kronos definitely used it against him. I think there’s also a chance that Kronos was telling Luke that it was his fault it all happened; making him feel lesser, and then telling him that it can all be redeemed by joining him. Idk maybe that’s just me though :P

I do think May did try though, it’s just that the Oracle completely ruined her, so it was hard. I think she genuinely believed she could stop it all from happening if she just kept her son safe, but of course, the oracle kept her from being sane.

Also tysm AHFHFJFJ it means a lot to me omg 😭🫶

[speaknow-sw]

Pretty much need a whole fic about Hayden with a boy toddler, as far as I can't create it 💔

you know what ? I let my mind wander on this ask so here’s drabbles of PURE FLUFF :

Hayden grins broadly, his blue eyes sparkling with mirth as he wrestles playfully with his little boy on the living room rug. "No way, you can't beat me! I'm the tickle monster champion!" Hayden declares in a goofy, deep voice. His son giggles and squirms, trying to wriggle free from his dad's gentle but persistent tickling fingers.

"Daddy, noooo! I give, I give!" the little boy howls with laughter, his blonde curls bouncing. Hayden relents, pulling the giggling child into a warm hug, both of them breathing heavily from the playful tussle.

"You did so well, bud. But you know what that means?" Hayden asks, ruffling his son's hair affectionately. The boy looks up at him with curious blue eyes, a big grin still plastered on his face.

"It means... it means ice cream time!" Hayden exclaims, unable to contain his excitement. "What flavor do you want, sweetheart? Chocolate, vanilla, or maybe... strawberry?"

The little boy thinks for a moment before squealing in delight, "Strawberry! With sprinkles and chocolate syrup too!"

"Your wish is my command," Hayden chuckles, booping his nose playfully. "C'mon, let's go get your ice cream reward for being such a brave little guy."

Rising to his feet, Hayden scoops up his son and carries him towards the kitchen, the boy's legs dangling and kicking happily. Hayden smiles to himself, his heart full and content in this perfect, simple moment with his beautiful child.

Hayden sits in the stands of the small community ice rink, his hands clasped around a steaming paper cup of coffee as he watches the tiny hockey players skating clumsily on the ice. The chill of the rink sends a shiver down his spine, and he takes a sip of the hot liquid to warm himself.

His eyes are glued to a small figure in a bright blue and white jersey, struggling to keep up with the other children as they chase the tiny puck around the rink. Hayden's heart clenches as he recognizes his own son, the shy and timid boy hesitating before attempting a shot on the small, child-sized net.

"That's my boy," Hayden murmurs under his breath, willing his son to gain the confidence to take the shot. "You got this, sweetheart."

As the play continued, Hayden found himself on the edge of his seat, his heart racing as his son finally mustered the courage to skate towards the goal. With a tentative swipe of his tiny stick, he managed to tap the puck towards the net, the small crowd of parents and siblings erupting into cheers as it bounced off the post and trickled into the goal.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Hayden lept to his feet, shouting his encouragement and pride as his son looked up at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. Hayden smiled broadly, giving him a double thumbs up and a proud nod. "That's my boy!" he called out, his voice echoing in the rink. "You did it! Way to go, buddy!"

The shy boy offered his dad a tentative smile before glancing down shyly, his cheeks flushed pink beneath his helmet. Hayden chuckled softly, taking another sip of his coffee as he settled back into his seat, his heart swelling with love and pride for his little guy. He knew the road to confidence was a long one, but he would be there to cheer his son on every step of the way.

Hayden kneels down by the half-dug hole in the backyard, sweat glistening on his brow from the warm spring sun. He's wearing a tight white t-shirt that hugs his lean, muscular frame, and faded jeans with the knees caked in dried mud. Hayden looks up as his little boy toddles over, a handful of pebbles clutched tightly in his chubby fist.

"Daddy, I gonna help!" the child announces proudly, his blonde curls disheveled from running around the yard. He drops the pebbles with a clatter at the edge of the pond excavation, looking up at Hayden with eager, blue-eyed anticipation.

Hayden smiles warmly at his son, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Alright little man, you can definitely help," he agrees, ruffling the boy's hair affectionately. "But we need to make sure the rocks are big enough to stay put when we fill up the pond. Wanna try again?"

The boy nods solemnly, then scampers off to the pile of river rocks Hayden hauled in with the wheelbarrow earlier. Hayden watches as his son carefully selects a slightly larger stone, grunting as he lifts it with great effort.

"That's a good one!" Hayden encourages, kneeling down to help his son set the rock along the edge of the pond. "Nice and sturdy, just like you." He winks playfully, making the boy giggle.

Together, the unlikely pair continues to place rocks around the perimeter of the pond, Hayden guiding his son's small hands to position them just right. Every so often, Hayden pauses to wipe the sweat and dirt from his brow, smiling at his little helper who's doing his very best to assist his daddy.

In these quiet, unhurried moments, Hayden feels a profound sense of contentment and purpose. Building a pond with his son, teaching him, being a positive influence - this is what truly matters in life. He knows he'll remember and cherish these everyday moments with his child for years to come.

He’s a pro at bonding father/son activities don’t tell me otherwise

[rafaelcb]

"Oh trust me, you do not have to worry about me poking the plant," he laughed, gesturing to the little cactus. Rafael wasn't going to touch the poor thing, unless he accidentally nudged it when watering him, or maybe giving him some plant food. Otherwise, he was going to sit on the window sill in his office, getting whatever sunlight he could muster up. "We'll see how it goes. Start small and work our way up, right?" Because otherwise, he was going to end up with an entire office full of shriveled up, dying plants that he hadn't managed to keep alive, and that was just going to make him feel awful. "Ah, well, that, I can understand." Because boys would… well, be boys, and there was much more of a chance that they weren't going to be able to keep anything living for more than a few days. Rafael smiled at the thought of hens and chicks and the way that they were described -- it did sound like the kind of plant that someone like Cordelia would enjoy. Wasn't she basically the mother hen with all of her little chicks milling about? In the best way possible. "Everyone," he laughed, shaking his head, "you'll do good to tell everyone that if they want to see plants in the office, they can bring them in on their own." Whether or not they actually would go through with it was up to them, but. "… yes, she takes care of little tasks in my office, isn't keeping a plant alive a little case?" In this situation, anyway. He smiled sheepishly, shrugging both shoulders. And then, he turned his attention over to what Cordelia was saying about Cienna, how she was settling in, what life was like with the kids that she and Cage had taken into their lives. It was the sort of situation that Rafael didn't envy them for -- they were the perfect family to take in the children, of course, but it was still a big undertaking. "It'll be tough, but… I also know that you'll be able to handle it," he assured her with a small smile. "Shawn, being a little older, I can understand. He's still doing well with school, though?" Because that would be good, having something to focus on, especially with how involved he was with football. "Oh," he laughed, waving off the idea, "you don't have to thank me. It was the right decision to help you guys out."

"Think that's half the battle, not to think that your plant is ready to fight you. Just because he has sharp points doesn't mean he's going to go hurting you, unless you go poking at him!" Which if he was going to go and poke at the cactus, well he kind of deserved if he got a little hurt. "There you go, you can add to your little plant family as you get more used to things." Settling them on her cart, she picked up a couple more, knowing she could put them over different parts of the house. "Would get some for the boys room, but even with the limited care they need, I'm afraid they might actually kill them." And she was not going to venture into their areas to keep the poor plants alive, so that meant they would just have to keep the plants to more general areas. "So from what I was told they bigger rosette becomes the hen and it forms tinier ones around it making the chicks, which resembles little chicks huddling their mother." At least that was what I was told, whether it's true or not, guess I'm okay with buying the story because it's fitting." When he said that his office needed to be spruced up a little bit, "And who said that?" A laugh leaving her lips, "I'll have to remember when I someday have my own office, make sure to have plants so that no one makes comments." Glancing at him, "Wait, wait, you're the one who people are saying can't keep a plant alive, and you're going to make your PA take care of the plant? I don't think that's how it works, Raf, that means you didn't keep the plant alive after all, your PA did. No credit there." she make a soft clicking of her tongue of disappointment. Setting another pot on the cart, "Yeah, Cienna is doing really well, settled in. Think she doesn't fully understand still. I am kind of dying inside waiting for that eventually 'when is mommy and daddy coming back' for now she's distracted with Rosalyn, and we've gently tried to explain it to her but think it doesn't settle in fully. Shawn... he's got his good days and bad days, we're just being supportive as much as we can. Hoping that we can do whatever we can to make the pain even a fraction easier." Would it ever fix it, no, but she could love them with every bit of her body. "We can't thank you enough, for everything you've done with Cienna, think that has helped Shawn so much."

[imjustsocute]

How do you think Lisette would react when she finds out Vasili joined the Pantheon — and his aim was to kill Adler throughout all these years after his fate during Solovetsky, but the problem crosses, realising that Lisette was married with Adler and had kids, which makes Vasili even conflicted, which luckily in the end he doesn't kill him as he finally sides with the CIA, one last time to stop the Pantheon from pursuing their plans.. but he chooses to finally spend a peaceful life — abandoning his friends he once called family, cause the man thought if he stayed in their presence, he'd make them suffer too, and one of them was Lisette. He spared Adler because he had kids. He was a husband to Lisette, the one he called her as his little sister. Sure, he wouldn't forgive Adler for what he did, but he would have him be happy with Lisette because he couldn't sacrifice her happiness because of his suffering. It was a really, really tough decision, but he chose to be a single father for Belikov's children (in my AU), learning to be human again :)

Of course, Lisette would be very disappointed and regret what Vasili had done, the man she once called “big brother” but now he is just a pathetic guy who tried to kill her husband for vengeance. Lisette felt pity. She felt pity for this sad man. “You were a good brother to me, Vasili, but……you’re not different from him right now…to take whatever it takes for nothing…” she said with a sad smile on her face. She knows that she has no right to judge him like that but she wants him to let all the suffering that shackles him for a long time, bury it in the past, and find a reason to live for the best of himself.

After she finds out that he has proven himself to warn her about the Pantheon wanting to get rid of her and her children he helps them escape from both the CIA and the Patheon. She just asked why. Why is he doing this? Is it really worth it to sacrifice his soul for revenge? He only smiles. "No, it's not worth it at all.....I already paid the costs of what I have done." Now he's ready to atone for his sins. Vasili didn't hope for forgiveness from her if he got out of her life she would be happy with her family. 'The True Family'

Lisette saw it in his eyes. 'Sincerity'. No lies, no pretending only ingenuousness that's just the reason enough to forgive him already. She told him that he did not need to do this, to stay with her and they could be together again. But it's too late, Vasili already made the decision he's going to leave her. he doesn't want to make her suffer anymore. Lisette couldn't help anything but let him go no matter how she tried to convince him he wouldn't listen to her and leave anyway. Before Vasili did go Lisette said goodbye to him "Be happy, brother." Vasili kissed her forehead. "You will be my lovely sister forever." And this was the last meeting between them."

(OMG. I had never written such a long story like this before. My grammar must really suck. I'm sorry if anything went wrong with my writing. And thanks for asking! I really fun writing interactions between OCs even though my English is terrible.🫠)