#both the mascots and children would listen to her

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the Lilypad family would listen to Chappell Roan.

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Could you do one with William afton's wife walks in on him putting the bead boy in the Freddy suit and he knows she would tell but he doesn't really want to kill her but she would try to take they're daughter away from him

Hiya, finally got around to doing this one lol. I broke two of my fingers at work so this was a mare to type lmao. Hope you enjoy!

Red-handed. 

William x wife reader 

Warnings: child murder, threat, violence, reader makes a bad decision.

Something felt off the second you entered the building. The air is heavy with knowledge you don't have a clue about, but it still chills you, making you pull your cardigan tighter around your shoulders. Your husband should be here somewhere, no doubt sorting something out that happened earlier in the day; he often made use of late hours for work, leaving you home alone and frankly bored. But tonight was different, call it a sixth sense, but sat at home watching it get later and later you just knew something was wrong. So here you are, looking for your partner and silently begging for him to be alright.

If something happened to him you don't know what you'd do.

This place is full of potential accidents, those mascot death traps being at the top of the list. Since you met William all those years ago, the thought of his creations being his downfall nestled in the back of your mind. You thank the stars every day that your children aren't as scared of the animatronics as you are.

Your footsteps are the only thing you can hear in the building, the usually lively corridors hushed with the silence of after hours. It's creepy as all Hell, but the knowledge of your husband being here somewhere was a great comfort. You try ringing him. Again. Your phone is ringing but his is deadly quiet. It must have run out of battery because you can't hear it in the building.

Eventually you've made your way to the back offices, calling for William as you peek in his office, then Henry's, both are empty. But a coat hook proves to you he's here, his jacket hung up on it from the end of the hallway looking almost like a figure standing there.

You're starting to feel a little bit pointless, looking from room to room, including the showroom for William, each coming to no avail. There's only one place you haven't been, and his words replay in your mind as you recall a previous conversation. "Don't come in here without me. It's not safe." You asked him why at the time and he frowned. "It's full of endoskeletons and unfinished characters." He answered bluntly, before adding, "Not to mention it's practically made of asbestos." 

And you listened. Until now. It's a push come to shove situation, you have no choice but to look in there, though you still feel a tingle of guilt as you approach the door. The ‘parts and service’ sign amplifies your apprehension. Reaching out for the handle, you hesitate as your fingertips brush against it, thinking about how William was going to react when he found out you've gone in here. But you push through, the worry of his well being outweighing any doubt.

The very second you open the door you’re greeted with the overwhelming stench of iron, familiar enough to you that you gasp. Blood, undoubtedly, the metallic smell invading your mind and stimulating an animalistic impulse to bolt, to get as far away from this scene as possible. You carry on, entering the room but unable to see anything due to large shelves blocking your view. 

“William?” You speak, hardly audible. “William?!” You manage more firmly this time. There’s no response, but a sudden metal clanking sound rang out, making you flinch. It's enough to see you turn the corner in a panic, spurred by fear that your husband could be hurt. When you do you freeze, as if life was taken from your body and you suddenly became inanimate. It is subconscious, forcing you to look at the gruesome scene in front of you. You would look away if you could, you don't want to see the blood on the floor leading up his leg, coating his hands and the small, unmoving body within them. It’s like your mind needs you to know exactly how real this is. And you resent it. 

A hoarse breathy sound leaves you as your husband glares at you, a cruel expression warping his features that you’ve never seen before. You want to ask what happened, but you don’t need to. Your eyes flicking around the room reveals it all. A knife dripping with red, the child dead and suspended above the open mascot suit. 

“W-what…?” You start shakily. William grunts with the effort of lifting the corpse, steadying the suit with one hand as the other slowly drops the child inside, letting you watch in horror as he lowers them until it’s secure enough for him to let go. You continue staring, no legitimate train of thought in your mind, before he sighs, finally turning his attention to you. 

“What are you doing here?” He asks, the question sharp, tinted with accusation like you had done something equal to him just by being here. 

“I-I came to ch-check on you. I thought something had hap- something has happened. What is this, William?” As your speaking the gravity of this catches up to you, your husband has hurt- killed this child. And there’s no remorse in his face, just a cold realism. In the pit of your stomach you know that this wasn’t an accident and it terrifies you. 

An almost amused expression crosses his face as he scoffs, but it’s still mean. “What have you done?” You’re suddenly incensed, a rage like you’ve never felt coursing through your veins. “What have you done?” You ask again, scowling. You’ve known this man for what felt like your whole life and now you hate him, he fucking disgusts you. 

“Easy.” He raises his hands like he’s trying to defend himself, trying to justify the unjustifiable.  “We can-” He steps towards you slightly and you immediately recoil. 

He stiffened, his expression completely changing, as the grave and serious feeling finally reached him. He looks at you with an unnameable emotion, “Don’t you fucking dare flinch away from me.” It’s said so harshly, so venomously that a pang of fear spreads through your chest. All of a sudden you’re aware of what William is capable of and whilst it still repels you, the violent reality chills your blood. You’re alone, with him. With that. 

He watches the cogs turn in your head. He always knew you’d find out who he is eventually. It's inevitable, if not exactly like this then through a firm knock on the door concealing two uniformed officers. What’s the saying? ‘All things done in darkness will come to light.’ Well, here’s the fucking light, and it’s looking at him like he’s a monster. And it equally pisses him off and excites him.

 “Come here.” It’s an order. 

“No, William… I…” There are tears in your eyes at the emotional whiplash you’re experiencing. When he again steps towards you, you jump back, bumping into the shelving behind you, odd objects clattering on the floor. “Dont! Don’t touch me.” You hiss, panic making you raise your hands to strike at him, him touching you seems like the worst thing imaginable. You hit him in the chest, then again in the face before he stops you, grabbing your wrists and banging them above your head. The force of it again shakes the shelves, proving your terror right. 

“Don’t be fucking scared of me. I’ve never hurt you before, have I? Why would I start now?” He speaks through his teeth and it’s soberingly firm. 

“Get off me.” You struggle against him, thrashing as much as his brutal grip will allow. 

“You,” He lowers his head so he’s speaking directly in your face. “You are the mother of my children, I’m not going to lay a finger on you… Unless you make me.” 

Instantly you go still, his threat thinly veiled but clear as crystal in the damp and bloody room. There’s a man you recognise. A man who likes to bargain. Only this isn’t business, it’s life or death, his life for yours. 

“There you go. You need to get your head on straight, this is nothing to you.” And despite the poisonous hatred you feel you find yourself nodding, you have more than yourself to worry about and you’re as obligated to him as he is for you. For better or worse. 

[storydays]

LooLoo Land P2

(3rd POV)

Moxxie and Millie finally stopped running away from the mascot. Moxxie leaned on his knees to catch his breath as Millie looked around excitedly. Seeing how happy she was, Moxxie asked, "You really like this place, huh?" "I love this place! My parents would bring me and my siblings when they could swing it, money-wise." Millie shrugged her shoulders. 

"Yeah, the prices do seem rather criminal." Moxxie noted, looking at a nearby display. "I mean, that much for a novelty cup, you use one time?" " 'Cause it's LooLoo Land!" Millie shouted, grinning.

"Listen to your hoe, Mox." Blitzo commented, drinking out of an overpriced novelty cup. He took his sunglasses off to peek at the smaller imps, and gestured to where  Stolas was holding up a hideous T-shirt to show Octavia and (Y/N), both cringing at the loud design. 

"Why don't (Y/N) and I take the first shift while you two have a little fun." He winked, smirking to himself as Millie squealed joyously before picking Moxxie up and running off. "We gotta do my favorite ride!" "Oh, yeah? Whi-which one?" He asked, looking around. Millie ran over to a ride called, 'The Lawsuit.' 

After riding the crazy ride, Moxxie was emptying his guts into a trash can, Millie patting his back as a family covered in Moxxie's puke from the ride, glared at him. 

*With Blitzo and (Y/N)*

Stolas looked around cheerfully as they walked around. Blitzo and (Y/N) stayed close as they walked, Octavia glaring at anything and everything in annoyance. Blitzo narrowed his eyes at the shadows where imps where waiting with different types of weapons. 

Blitzo looked around with a glare on his face. "You know, it's quite thrilling to see you on the job, Blitzy." Stolas purred, leaning backwards and trailing a hand down one of the imp's horns. "Save it, bitch, I'm working." snapped the red and white imp. 

"You both need to get a room." Octavia groaned. "Seriously, your 'fuck' vibes are killin' me over here." (Y/N) huffed, playing with one of twin fans in his hand. "Hey, I am not a day hooker." Blitzo protested. A imp woman walking by heard these words and glared. "I just said I'm not one, prude!" the red and white imp called, flipping her off. 

"Oh, look, Via!" Stolas gasped, letting his balloon go, and shaking Octavia's shoulders and pointing at a tent labeled 'Circus.' "You used to cry such tears of joy at this show."

"Oh, no." whispered the princess, eyes shrinking in terror. 

*Flashback*

A young Octavia stared at the stage, fear written all over her face as the other children in the crowd pushed her closer to the stage. On stage was a robotic imp glitching and smiling creepily. It leaned down to smile wider in Octavia's face making her weep in her hands.

Behind the crowd, a young Blizo wearing face paint and clown attire was leaning against a cart, glaring at the stage and a young (Y/N) sitting behind the cart, face in his tablet, tail curled around his knees, wearing a concession stand uniform.

*Flashback end*

"I hate that fucking clown." all three muttered in unison. "Oh, Blitzy?" called Stolas, being tied up and a hood placed over his head. "I need my bodyguard, please." Blitzo shot one imp and the rest scattered. 

Octavia crossed her arms and sat grumpily in the front seat. (Y/N) sat next to her, holding out a mouse on a stick, while he held a walking taco in a bad in his other hand. Octavia tilted her head in confusion. 

"Might as well stuff our faces while we suffer through this shit." He gave her a half smile, "I overheard your dad saying these are some of your favorite snacks." 'He's so thoughtful.' Octavia blushed before shyly taking the snack, smiling softly. "Thank you." Her smile dropped seeing Blitzo carry in her father, hood still over his head. 

The room started to darken and a glitchy scratchy voice came on the speaker. "Hey implings! It's me"The Robotic Fizzarolli!" From behind a purple curtian, a robotic imp with a creepy smile appeared. "Straight from Big Ozzie's factory to bring you all a wonderful show celebrating  LooLoo Land's, spelled with O's to avoid lawsuits. Hit it!" The robot snapped its fingers and the band started to play. 

(Y/N) continued to text with Verosika, completely ignoring the singing robot. Except when the robot came near him, it tried to touch him and (Y/N) pointed Quick Fix at it, making the robot quickly backtrack. 

Blitzo did the same when the Robotic Fizzarolli got too close to Stolas. "Jealous much?" (Y/N) snickered at his uncle. "Um, blah-blah-blah much?" retorted the older imp. 

*With M&M*

The couple walked around the amusement park, Millie in wonder, Moxxie in suspicion. "Hello, hello, step right up and win a Thing!" called a vendor, gesturing to platypus demon stuffed animal. Millie gasped, shaking her husband's shoulders. 

"Oh, look, Moxxie!" "Oh you like that thing?" He asked with a smug smile. "Yesssss! I don't really know what that thing is, but I want that thing!" She replied, eyes shining excitedly. "Huh," Moxxie smirked, adjusting his bowtie and stepping up to the stand, "Finally some...thing I can handle."  He placed a couple of souls on the counter and smirked at Millie. "One game, please." The vendor rolled his eyes as he gave Moxxie the gun. The assassin grinned and fired a dart at the game, getting a bulls eye. "Oh, strike one, little man." "But I hit it." seethed Moxxie. "I don't know what to tell you, buddy. The target, see, it didn't go down. So yeah, no go, bro." smirked the vendor, enjoying how pissed off Moxxie was getting. 

Moxxie scowled and placed more souls on the counter to take another shot, but the target did no go down. "What the Heaven is wrong with this thing?" He scoffed. "Oh, a real shame, I tell waaaaa." The vendor mocked Moxxie, mimicking a baby wiping their tears.  

Moxxie slammed even more souls on the counter. "Another!" he hissed. 

*Back with the others*

Octavia and (Y/N) were sprawled over the bench, annoyance clear over their faces. "I'm going to shoot myself if he says LooLoo Land one more time." (Y/N) groaned. "Loo Loo laaaaaaannnnndddd!!" "That's it. Bye-bye, Princess." The white haired imp put his gun to his head, sighing when Via giggled at his antics and moved the gun from his head.  'And such a funny sense of humor.' she thought dreamily.

"It's over, (Y/N)." The owl demoness waved at the stage, as the robotic imp finally finished her song. "Oh good, my girlfriend would've killed me if I died like that." (Y/N) laughed lightly, not seeing Octavia's  slightly heartbroken expression. 'Of course he has a girlfriend, why wouldn't he?' She thought solemnly. "O-Oh, well, we wouldn't want that, huh?"

Octavia turned back to the stage, hands in her face. She heard her father hooting in delight and clapping his hands making her groan in annoyance and pulling her beanie down. 

"How delightful!" Stolas exclaimed, jumping when he heard a gunshot. Turning to see a beheaded imp, he turned his head further to see Blitzo holding his gun up, and narrowed his eyes seductively. "Oh, my, what good aim you have Blitzy!" he hummed, waving his fingers. 

"Ugh, I can't do this anymore!" Octavia exclaimed, running away. "Octavia!" cried Stolas running after her. (Y/N) flipped his way up to the stands where his uncle was reloading his gun and was going to ask a question when they heard robotic cackling. 

"Is that Blitzo my sensors spot u-up there? I guess the  kiddies are still running away from you, huh? Hahaha!" Robo Fizz laughed, spinning his head around. Blitzo bristled, and turned to the robot. "The 'O' is silent now." He scowled. "Aww, just like your auidence always was when you t-told your lazy jokes here, huh?Hahaha!"

"Bitch, I make more money killing people than you do being a cheap-ass robo rip-off of an overrated sell out jester!" Blitzo snapped, throwing his shades to the ground. "Ooh, someone's saltyy! Real or not, though, people love me. Does anybody loove you,Blitzo?" The robot asked in a demonic voice. 

"No," hummed Blitzo, before he picked up his rifle and grinned deviously, "But I'm really good with guns now. Dance, bitch!" He started firing at the robot who flipped around avoiding bullets.  Robo Fizzarolli curled around Blitzo and threw him in the air, the red and white imp screaming, "Fuck meeeeee!" as he went.  "Okay, well, while you get off living your fantasy of killing your ex bestie, I'm gonna go do our  job." (Y/N) sighed, leaving the tent and tracking down the royal Goetias.

As (Y/N) left, Blitzo fell to the ground on top of a tall imp who was selling torches. "Torches! I say, get your inconvenient torches here! Ow! I say, ow!" the other imp exclaimed, as the tent was now on fire. The band left the circus in a hurry, all on fire, while Robo Fizzarolli cackled. 

*With M&M*

The vendor now was holding 600 of Moxxie's souls. "Wow, man, you're really starting to make this sad. Ya know, if you suck, you suck." He leaned down to smirk in Moxxie's seething face. "Guess you won'y win your honey here a prize." He mocked. 

"Let me try!" Millie exclaimed, taking the gun from Moxxie's hand and shooting at the target.....missing wildly. The vendor smirked to himself and pressed a button behind the stand, making the target piece fall down. 

"Oh, look at that! Lucky shot, baby." the vendor grinned at Millie. "Are you kidding me? You-you-you charlatan!" Moxxie growled, pointing an accusing finger at the taller imp. "Hey, uh, get lost, pipsqueak. I'm talking to the lady..." The vendor purred, pushing away Moxxie and leaning closer to Millie. 

Millie looked grossed out, Moxxie looked 2.5 seconds away from pulling out his actual gun out when Blitzo suddenly fell through the top of the stall's tent, falling on the imp. Green fire spread to the rest of the park.  The couple looked down at their boss sprawled in the stall, rubbing a sore spot on his head. 

"Sir?" Moxxie asked. "Oh, hey guys," Blitzo smiled lazily," You should go and uh, make sure Stolas is okay, I've got some unfinished business to take care of." He growled as the burning robot approached slowly. The two ran off as their boss fired a shot at the robot. 

It caught the bullet in its mouth and spat it out on the floor. 

"Oh, what a mouth!" exclaimed Blitzo before he cringed hearing his words. The two continued to chase each other and fight. The stall M&M were playing at exploded and some of the stuff animals flew in the air and landed on a nearby teen imp. He fell over as their picture was taken and his father snapped. "Goddamn it, Nathan, you ruined another bloody photo! Why were you even born!" 

*With Stolas*

Stolas and (Y/N) continued chase after Octavia, (Y/N) shooting random imps who got ballsy and attempted to assassinate the prince. 

"Octavia?" He called, looking around, ignoring the imp by his side. "Just leave me alone!" she cried, running into a fun house. "Octavia!" he called again, running into the house after her. (Y/N) went to follow when suddenly his phone vibrated against his thigh. He pulled it out and glanced down to see Verosika had sent him a Hellchat.

 Opening his Hellchat, and his eyes widen seeing she was dressed in a super sexy outfit, black lace barefoot sandles, ribbons wrapping around her thigh similar to ballerina shoes, hair pulled up in a high pony tail, , eyes heavy lidded tongue sticking out seductively. 

The caption on it read, "I want to be that freaky fantasy that is always on your mind." The tall white haired imp grinned, cheeks turning pink, and tail happily wagging behind him. "Fuuuuccck," he groaned before texting back, 'Fuck, I can't wait to get home and eat that sweet fat pussy.' Immediately, she texted back, 'And I can't wait to feel that big heavy cock pounding in my pussy.'

(Y/N) shivered in delight at the thought of Verosika. He was so in his thoughts he didn't notice the imps trailing into the fun house after Stolas. 

*With Stolas*

The tall Goetia slid down the fun house slide and looked around worriedly.  Suddenly an imp jumped on his back, and grinned at the owl demon. Stolas glared at the imp in annoyance before speaking outloud: "Um, I think I'm supposed to be bodyguarded right now." He huffed as the imp covered his beak. 

A shot rang out and the imp went slack, before falling to the ground. Stoals turned around to  see Millie smiling with a gun in her hand., Moxxie running in after her, gun in hand. 

"Ugh, that's better. Eh, where is Blitzy?" Stolas asked, hands on his hips. "He's my knight in shining armor, not you littler ones." Millie slid down the slide, hands behind her back with a smile. "He's, uh....busy."

"Being a fool." Moxxie added, a Thing in his hand, offering it to Millie who looked at him with heart eyes, holding the stuffed animal close to her. "What kind of fool?" asked the prince, raising an eyebrow. 

"The 'everything is now on fire' kind." Moxxie deadpanned. 

Stolas merely blinked and walked away, used to Blitzo's antics.  Easily dodging the fun house swinging axes, and continued to look for his teenage daughter. He frowned, seeing her crying into her knees on a Tilt-A-Whirl.

"Octavia." he called softly, taking his hat off and throwing it to the floor. He quietly made his way to her side, and slide in next to her. 

"I take it you are not having fun." "I didn't even want to come here." she sniffed. "I'm sorry, sweetie," Stolas said apologetically, "I thought you loved it here." "When I was a kid, and my parents didn't hate each other. And my dad didn't flirt with some weird dickhead the entire time." Octavia said, wiping her tears.

"I'm sorry, Via. I'm sorry for everything...happening right now. I know it's a lot. I should've listened." Stolas looked down at his talons. "I just want to go home, but home doesn't even feel like home anymore. You ruined it." Octavia sniffed, wiping her eyes and tucking her head into her knees again. 

"You need to understand,  your mother and I, I just...I felt--She's always been--I haven't been...We weren't in.." Stolas stuttered for an explanation before sighing and putting his face in his hands. "I'm sorry we don't have the words." he admitted. 

Octavia looked at him curiously. "Are you gonna run off with him? And leave me behind? Go away where I can't find you?" She asked meekly. 

"What? No!" Stolas pulled Octavia into his side, cuddling her close. "No,no,no, never. I'd never do that. Never." Octavia smiled to herself and hugged Stolas around his middle. "I think it's time to leave this place," Stolas mused, picking up Octavia with ease, "You are too old for this place." 

As they started walking out, an imp jumped down from the ceiling, knife in its hand. Stolas sensed a presence behind him, and turned his head a full 360 degrees and used his powers to turn the imp to stone with a glare. 

Stolas walked out with Octavia in arms, the two ignoring IMP as they fought the robotic Fizzarolli and the dragon beast from earlier, as green fire continued to spread around the park. 

Once they were safely out of the park, he turned to look at Octavia. "So, what would you like to do now?" 

"Oh, can we go to Stylish Occult? They sell weird  taxidermy there." The princess asked, perking up. "Hmm....okay?" Stolas smiled uncertainly. 

Octavia chuckled to herself before beaming up at the older owl. "Thanks, Dad. You're okay, sometimes." "Thank you, Via. Thank you." Stolas held her a little closer. 

The Goetias jumped hearing IMP scream and land around them, covered in burns and bruises. "Way to ruin another good thing, sir." Moxxie snapped at Blitzo who sat up tiredly. "Worth it! That slutty toy clown..had...it..coming!" he replied before they both face planted into the ground again.

(Y/N), who was leaning against the IMP van rolled his eyes and put the imps in the van. "Come along, Your Highnesses. Off to Stylish Occult, we go." He pressed a button on his motorcycle key, and with a little bit of magic, it folded itself into a tiny square and (Y/N) put it in his pocket. 

Stolas and Octavia looked at each other and shrugged before they got into the van. 

*A few hours later*

After dropping everyone off, (Y/N made his way into his apartment. As soon as the door closed, Verosika pinned him against the door with a grin on her lips, still wearing her outfit from earlier. "Hey, babe, how was your day?" (Y/N) asked conversationally before she pulled him into a kiss. "Mm, talk later. Right now, I think you'd look a lot better on your knees." The white haired imp let her push him down to his knees, and he looked up at the succubus with heated eyes. 

"Hmm, somebody's desperate tonight. What's wrong? Frustrated that Daddy wasn't able to fuck your pussy when you said jump?" (Y/N) teased, running his hands up and down her lower body, touching everywhere except where Verosika wanted him. "You're awfully mouthy. Why don't you shut up and put that mouth to use, baby?" 

"Whatever Her Majesty wishes."

*End*

[mystifyinghatchetfieldtheories]

The Hatchetmen created the Killer Track, and it explains Paul and Emma's unique connection

When thinking about the specific places Kale brings the Killer Track to, I noticed that they tend to be affiliated with the Church of the Starry Children. The Honey Festival is of course heavily connected to the Church, and several members are in attendance, including Sheila Young. Additionally, The Slaughtered Pig's name seems to reference the ritual that the Church uses to summon Nibbly. We know that the Church are enemies of the Hatchetmen, since the Hatchetmen killed many of their members. We also know that the Hatchetmen have access to some sort of magic, because they're able to turn people with the Gift into trees. Therefore, I think the Killer Track was created by the Hatchetmen for the purpose of killing members of the Church of the Starry Children.

The Church of the Starry Children seem to be fans of music, since their founding members built the Old Starlight Theater, the Honey Queen pageant features musical acts, The Slaughtered Pig is a music venue, and they worship the Lords in Black, who each have a theme song. The Hatchetmen, however, have never had a song even associated with them, which is surprising considering Hatchetfield has featured 76 songs so far.

It is likely that each of Hatchetfield's two high schools is associated with one of the two factions. Hatchetfield High was built by the Waylons, and Sycamore's mascot is the Timberwolves, which connects to the fact that the Hatchetmen ran Hatchetfield's logging industry. Sycamore doesn't have a theatre program, which further proves that the Hatchetmen aren't fans of the arts.

You know who else Doesn't Like Musicals? Paul Matthews. And Paul went to Sycamore High School. We've never gotten to meet any other characters who attended Sycamore, but if I'm correct about the Hatchetmen having created the Killer Track, I suspect they also dislike musicals. This is because the Killer Track, the music video for which features visuals of torn up sheet music and a guitar burning, seems to satirize heavy metal/rock music. Almost as if the Track punishes people for listening to it. With this perspective, I suspect that Sycamore took their students to go see Brigadoon specifically so they would see how bad that production was and gain a hatred for musical theatre.

However, one thing separates Paul from the Hatchetmen: He has a touch of the Gift. This is something I have proven in multiple other posts where I've theorized that the opening song of TGWDLM is a vision sent to him by Pokey.

Meanwhile, Emma Perkins attended Hatchetfield High. And she likes theatre. And she cut down several acres of forest planted by the Hatchetmen in order to grow weed. Yet, we know that Emma is likely descended from Hatchetmen, since her great-grandfather was close to Bob Metzger, and owned part of the Witchwood.

Paul and Emma each have strong ties to one of Hatchetfield's main factions. Both of them, however, defy that faction's expectations. I think this is what makes their romance a constant in every timeline. Because, even subconsciously, they both know they will never fit into these expectations, they will always find each other.

[frogswithfrogs]

My Au William Afton timeline-Part one

This covers his birth all the way to his first death

Born March 2 1949 to Robert “Rob” Afton and Violeta Watson Afton, he has two older siblings, Eleanor Afton , who was born 1945, and Thomas “Tommy” Afton, who was born in 1947. He also has an older half brother named Vincent Paars, who was the product of an affair Violeta had with a American solider in 1944. William was born in York, Britain. His mother was incredibly doting to him, as he was a rainbow baby. This would later fester into extreme narcissism.

His younger Sister Jane is born in 1950

His Younger brothers Robert “Bobby” Afton Junior and Charles “Chuck” Afton are born in 1952

In 1955, Violeta would poison her husband and children, with the exception of William and Vincent, who lived with his fathers wife. Eleanor would survive, and as a result, be sent away to a catholic school for girls. William was 6 years old.

On November 1st, 1956, when William was seven, they would move to London, where Violeta would meet Oscar Anderson.

On February 9th, 1957, Violeta would Marry Oscar after only three months of dating. This event would anger William. Oscar would go on to verbally abuse him.

On April 14th, 1957, William would kill a small rabbit on his school playground, causing him to be expelled from the school, he would later switch to a private school. He would continue to kill small animals, and hurt children younger and smaller than him

On October 12, 1957, Eleanor would return from the catholic school, having been expelled. This would cause William to grow more upset with his home situation, he wanted to Kill Eleanor.

On October 21st, 1962, William would shove Eleanore hands into a deep fryer, hoping to kill her with it, he was unsuccessful. Eleanore would be scared for life both in her hands and in her head.

On July 3rd, 1967, Oscar and William would get into a fight about him wanting to go to America for college, ending with William pushing him off a balcony, killing Oscar upon impact with the floor

On August 6th, William would depart for college, attending American Academy with a major in business and minor in robotics.

On Christmas of 1968, William meets Isabella Rodriguez, who he becomes infatuated with

On November 2nd, 1969, William gives birth to his first child, Micheal Afton, with Isabella being the mother. After this, his mother tells him to not marry her, he listens. He begins to claim the baby is not his. This results in a long custody battle which ended in 1972. William would gain full custody of Micheal.

On February 14, 1972, William meets both Henry Emily and his then girlfriend Lauren Jones, he and Lauren get very close and he later marries her when she and Henry break up. He becomes quick best friends with Henry.

On June 11th, 1973, Lauren gives birth to Elizabeth Afton, his second child. After her birth, William slowly withdrew from Micheal, causing him to become confused. About a year later, Henry and his wife Luiya give birth to Charlotte “Charlie” and Samuel “Sammy” Emily.

On August 18th,1975, Lauren gives birth to Evan Garret Afton, his third and final child and second son. He starts becoming more abusive and neglectful towards Micheal.

On September 3rd, 1979, Henry Emily and William open Fredbears family dinner. Combing Henry’s creativity and Williams eye for business. The restaurant becomes a smash hit, especially with its unique spring lock animatronics, which act as both animatronic performers and mascot costumes.

On May 6th, 1982, William would go through a spring lock accident. He would have to have a surgery to get some metal parts out of him. The scars of the accident would remain on him for the rest of his life.

On August 18th, 1983, Evan Afton would be killed in the jaws of the Fredbear animatronic, caused by a prank Michael and his friends pulled. William wouldn’t necessarily mourn his son, as he saw him as a weak crybaby, and his rage toward Micheal was more severe than any sadness he had.

On January 6th, 1984, About a week after it opened,Elizabeth would be killed by Circus Baby, the animatronic designed to kill children. He would feel a slight bit of guilt about it, but he more saw it as a learning opportunity. Charlie Emily would be a witness to this event, and would tell Henry. Circus babies would be closed immediately after.

On July 10th, 1985, Henry and William open Freddy and Friends

On October 31st, 1984, William would Kill Charlie, hoping to silence her, in this event, he would discover remnant, he would use it to experiment on. Henry would be traumatized by this incident, and becomes depressed, making it easier for William to manipulate him.

During the summer of 1985, William would murder five children, one of them being the best friend of his late son and daughter of a employee , Cassidy Guerra. He would frame the event on Employees Jack Kennedy and Dave Miller. They would be arrested the following September.

On September 19th, 1985, Fredbear and Friends, which at this point had been rebranded as Freddy Fazbears Pizza, would close.

On March 10th 1986, Lauren would divorce him, after years of an unfulfilling and abusive relationship. He would skip town after suspicion of him being the real killer would come out, and Jack and Dave’s release. That following night, he would go to Freddy’s to get more remnant, Jack would meet him there and shot him with a pistol. William would use remnant to heal himself, making him immortal

On April 14th, 1993, William would begin working at Freddy Fazbear pizza as a brief night guard until it would open that next month.

On April 17th, William would destroy the beat down animatronics, releasing the sprits. The ghosts would chase him into the back room where they had been murdered several years prior. As a way to hide, and taunt them, William would put on the spring Bonnie suit, laughing hard as he did. Unfortunately for him, the 14 year old suit did not respond well to the heavy movement, not to mention the leaking ceiling. The combination off the movement and water caused the spring locks to go off, killing him instantly.

[saschaederer]

* Amphetamine smell

* “Ita” (Japanese: ‘Ouch’, in ‘Tomoko Kuriyama’ voice) - “Hurt”

* “Generous” - “General” (both in ‘Taylor Swift voice)

* Threat published yesterday: “Futari” (Japanese: ‘Two people’, partial reference to Tomoko Kuriyama bearing two children)

* Artificial dream of Tomoko Kuriyama shouting at me, that I shouldn’t complain at her since she’s working all the time and I’m doing nothing, and me screaming back into her face that I‘ve been working the whole time either, and her (after having put makeup on) looking like a porcelain face (initial reference to a gatekeeper alter, partial reference to Mikhaila Peterson) looks back at me surprised and says „If that’s how it is“, leaves into the hallway around the corner, with veils dragging behind, like a ghost (initial reference to ‘The ring / The Grudge’, partial reference to Mikhaila Peterson becoming ‘The white lady’ (https://youtu.be/Pa36nTLxT_o?si=y5U6AdXHesyPKeKf)

* “Lucy / Luce / Loose” (Partially pertaining to the female protagonist in the Anime ‘Elfen Lied’, partially pertaining to https://news.sky.com/story/amp/vatican-unveils-new-cartoon-mascot-for-catholic-church-13244550, partial reference to Taylor Swift’s vagina)

* “(If it wants me to become) effective (still)” (initial reference to the system messing with my sleep schedules)

* “Niedlich” (German: ‘Cute’, twitter handle of DrowsyLio, partial reference to my penis)

* “(There’s certainly such a) necessity” (in ‘Taylor Swift’ voice, initial reference to the system / them acting out the Anti-Christ spirit (lying) in my stead, following the dictum ‘As above, so below’)

* Sounds pertaining to ‘Klein – Listen and see as they take’ mixed under my voice (initial reference to my penis)

* Torture sounds, coming from my fridge (initial reference to me)

* Static, feint Pseudo hallucination of a ghost, like from a Japanese Horror movie, standing outside of my balcony door, window

* A loud exclamation outside of my apartment (in ‘Julian Sens’ voice, partially cheering me on, partially threatening me)

* It suddenly being 4 am – A blonde woman with short, wavy hair and looking a bit rundown, saying ‘Hello’ to me in the hallway while I had turned my back on her, apparently taking a letter out of the letterbox and as I was standing in front of the elevator around the corner, suddenly there being a loud, short exclamation coming from her direction, pertaining to a Zombie-nurse as from the video game ‘Silent Hill 2’

* Cannabis smell (initial reference to Julian Sens)

* “JD Vance” – “JD” (pertaining to the main protagonist from the TV show ��Scrubs’, partial reference to Julian Sens having to choose between smoking cannabis and damage being done to my penis)

* “Cultural Revolution” (In ‘Taylor Swift’ voice)

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REPORTS:

* I‘ve only now noticed that, I don’t think, I‘ve ever faced the same opponent twice in Hearthstone Arena in the past year, which would indicate that all my opponents have been bots. The gameboard that I reported on a while ago, has apparently, actually been genuine, however, I‘ve only had it three times this past expansion, which should actually be statistically impossible. There’s no doubt that it’s been a psyop, regardless.

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[fuzzbeararchives]

🎊 - personalities

❓ - ages

🧸 - full names ?

From this ask game (still open!).

🐻 Jackson and Andrea Davis, 13 and 3 respectively

Jackson was the ideal big brother to his baby sister- patient, kind and very protective. From the minute she was born he was always happy to help care for her, even through his and his fathers' grief from losing the kids' mother in Andrea's birth. Wherever she was or whatever she was doing, Jackson was sure to be close by. Andrea herself was a typical curious and playful toddler- she often liked to wander on her own whenever she could, eager to explore the world as much as possible.

This sadly was her greatest weakness as well, because on the day of her disappearance, Wayne had found her all alone near a crane machine admiring all the plush toys within. It was all too easy to pick the trusting baby girl up into his arms, but just as always, Jackson was nearby keeping an eye on his sister and rightly felt it odd that this rabbit mascot was holding Andrea and walking away with her. And so, in an effort to protect his baby sister, Jackson followed close behind... in the end sealing both their fates.

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🐰Aaliyah Harris, 10

Outgoing and friendly to everyone, Aaliyah was popular amongst her peers and teachers alike. Her parents were especially proud of their grade A student daughter and spoiled her endlessly. Her favourite thing in the world was rabbits- for her 8th birthday she was even gifted a black-and-white one she named Cookie. Not unlike a parent bragging about their children, Aaliyah carried photographs of her companion around and eagerly showed them off to anybody who would listen to her talk about how cute and sweet and well-behaved he was.

Always eager to make a new friend, when Aaliyah spotted a big friendly rabbit gathering children for a special party, she gleefully volunteered herself to be a part of it... Only to be blindsided by this new "friend of Bonnie's" later that same night.

..

🐤Kathleen Anderson, 9

Born to a particularly wealthy family in the area, Kathleen was always treated more like a status symbol than a child. Acutely aware of her parents' indifference toward her from a young age, she quickly learned to fend for herself. She spent most of her free time at Freddy's because of this and took advantage of her own personal butler's pity on her to transport her there and back whenever she could. Despite her family's lack of attention, Kathleen remained an optimistic kid and got along with everyone she came in contact with. As a regular, the staff all knew her well and she considered them to be her friends; and received special attention from them as well. They always said she was a joy to have around and had a good head on her shoulders, being wise beyond her years.

On the day of her disappearance, her beloved yellow lab Butterscotch got out while she wasn't home and her family for once made themselves useful in order to search for him. Kathleen herself stayed behind at Freddy's and sat by herself near the show stage, unable to think about anything but her lost companion. That's how Wayne promised her a place in his "special party" to cheer her up, and offered encouragement that Butterscotch would be okay. Ironically, he was found safe by a neighbor that same day, and got to go home only to find out his best friend was the one missing now. Only, she never did come home as well.

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🦊Zachary Baker, 7

Zachary's obsession was all things pirate- from TV and movies, to comics, to regular ol' story books, his fixation was notorious amongst his family. He looked up to them for their perceived bravery and adventurousness, traits that the shy and quiet young boy wished he himself possessed. Often on his own when in school and at home, he had learned to entertain himself and had trouble making friends.

Worried about his only grandson, Zachary's grandfather took him to Freddy's that fateful day to hopefully mingle with the other kids and come away with more friends. Predictably, Zach was more excited to meet Captain Foxy, who in his mind was a real life pirate. After the show, the mysterious bunny man chatted him up and ended up convincing him to attend his "special party" where he promised Foxy himself would also be. Of course, this ended up being a trap.

[zirawrites]

that ballet one was so cute!

could i ask for an extension?

sole opens up a little ballet shop and is teaching little kids how to do it? and maybe they do a little performance?

This is a continuation from this reaction <3

Cait: “That’s one way to tire the little tykes out.” Cait was teasing Sole for teaching their class how to pirouette. The children -- most of them barely out of diapers -- toddled around the room, the spinning leaving them directionless and giggling. “But it’s good to see ‘em in the studio instead of on the streets.” Then Cait pointed accusingly at the students, her voice suddenly low and grave. “I better see none of you in the Combat Zone, or you best pray one of the moves Sole teaches you is how to dodge.”

Codsworth: Codsworth spun in time with Sole’s class, occasionally lifting his mechanical arms to mimic the students’ stretching. “It’s just like old days, isn’t it sir/mum?” His voice was so high that Sole knew he would be on the verge of tears if he could cry. “I regret we could not teach young Master Shaun to dance, but look at all the good you’re doing for the Commonwealth right in this little studio!” Codsworth then suggested they invite other General Atomics robots to the classes, claiming the movement was beneficial to lubricating joints and therefore making them more useful.

Curie: Curie loved watching ballet in motion, and especially enjoyed Sole’s smile every time a child learned a new move. That was why she was more than happy to help make costumes for the studio’s performance of Swan Lake. She could sew stitches in her Miss Nanny days, so it wasn’t too difficult to add feathers to leotards. Curie sat in the front row on opening night, and gave Sole the loudest applause when the curtains fell.

Danse: Danse thought Sole’s ballet studio was beneficial for community engagement. Anything that kept the Commonwealth’s children from doing crime assisted both the Wastes and the Brotherhood. He even helped guide the class’s warm-ups when Sole was busy wiping down the mirrors. “These children would make excellent scribes,” he commented after the session. “Their flexibility and listening skills are superb.” Sole reminded Danse he wasn’t allowed to recruit in the studio.

Deacon: Deacon wasn’t sure it was safe to have so many people in one vulnerable location, but he always had a soft-spot for kids. He mainly worked as security, making sure the correct parents picked up each child and not letting anyone shady through the doors. He had to admit that after a few classes the orchestral music got stuck in his head. Kind of catchy, if he was being honest. Not that he’d admit it to Sole, who already teased him for reading Proust.

Dogmeat: He was the mascot for the shop, of course. Dogmeat’s Dance Studio.

Hancock: The ghoul was surprised so many children showed up regularly for Sole’s classes. When he was a kid, Hancock was more interested in stirring up trouble than engaging in culture. However, he knew getting the little tykes off the street was a good thing, especially when some of them were frequent beggars in Goodneighbor. Sole’s classes were free, but it was all thanks to Hancock who bankrolled the location and security.

MacCready: “If we ever visit the Wasteland, lets stop by Little Lamplight and teach a class.” MacCready had truly warmed up to Sole’s love of dance, especially when it benefitted kids. He often stopped by to watch Sole and their class spin around the room like fools and laugh over the gentle classical music. And, with a heavy heart, knew Duncan would love to join when he got better.

Preston: Sole wasn’t sure why, but the kids went feral when Preston visited the studio. He was great with them, and that was probably where they found weakness. Preston let the dancers climb all over him. Use his feet as steps to move across the floor. Stole his hat as they pirouetted away. He never minded. It was just great to see kids in the Commonwealth have good, honest fun.

Piper: Piper visited Sole’s studio often, but it was mostly to bring Nat for classes. She found ballet too slow for her own tastes, but loved watching Sole and Nat giggle conspiratorially as they practiced new positions and routines. Piper wondered if Sole would be better friends with her little sister than she was by the end of their classes, and was completely fine with that. It was too wholesome a bond to break.

Nick: Nick often found holotapes with new music for Sole to design routines around. He was busy with the agency, and couldn’t visit the classes as much as he liked. But when Sole put on a performance with the kids, Nick was always in the front row with boxes of Fancy Lads for the whole troupe. It was the best he could do since flowers were nearly extinct.

X6-88: No one could tell behind his shades, but X6 intently watched Sole as they guided their class. It bode well for them as future leader of the Institute. The children listened obediently to Sole’s instructions. They eagerly learned new routines. He was proud of Sole, and knew they were truly the bridge between the Institute and Commonwealth that had been sorely needed.

[lesdreams-author]

Ready or not part. 10 (end)

She comes without warning, without any of them waiting for it.

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She thinks she has understood how all the pregnancy thing goes. The mood swings, the crazy cravings in the middle of the night, the insane sex drive and the dry spell which makes her turn to her own hand.

Lisa is growing every day, well, her belly at least. In the begining it was a barely there bump and now there is a whole protuberance on her stomach, skin round and consistent.

She marvels at how she can see her baby movements under Lisa's skin,laughs when a little feet or hand kick away when she caress Lisa's belly.

It been weeks since they started to talk with Lisa's belly, talking away about everything and nothing just to stimulus the little baby there. Yes, they have turned into that kind parents, those who reads everything about pregnancies and tries several approaches about things.

They just finished painting the room (Jean mostly because Lisa says she is too big to do hard work but Jean doesn't mind.) And with Rosaria and Eula help they are finishing assembling the furniture.

Barbara is in the living room with Amber and Lisa, opening the remaining presents they got from the baby shower. Turns out all Mondstadt citizens felt free to send gifts to them, and every now and then the bell will ring signaling more presents for the baby.

E: " I don't think this wardrobe will be enough to all the clothes this kid got."

Rosaria grunts, screwing a nut on the changing table.

J: " we decided to donate some clothes and stuff to the orphanage. Realistically the baby would grow out the things sooner than getting the chance to use it."

They both nods, although neither one of them knows for certain about it, after all neither are a parent yet. Jean knows a little because somehow her mother decided to kick her father away (she asked formally for a divorce last week) and reached out waiting to mend things.

They aren't the most close daughter-mother duo but Jean is happy how things are developing. One or two days in the week Frederica will visit them bringing toys and diapers and so many stories and advices about babies that has both Jean and Lisa listening avidly.

So she gathered from her mom that before she knows it, the kid will not fit inside her newborn clothes or diapers.

Lisa made a stack of clothes she wants to donate and Jean agreed there are a lot more kids that will benefit from it.

E: " There. I'm done." Eula says, panting and drying the sweat from her face. She just finished put together the cute bedside table where a cloud lamp will be. "Can I go now?"

Jean rolls her eyes. She knows Eula only came to help because her long time crush asked to. She shakes her head with a fond smile. Once she was just like Eula, loving someone and thinking it was impossible to live this story.

I just hope they don't make a kid together in a accident like us.

She thinks with a chuckle.

J: " you can go if you want but I'm pretty sure Amber said to Lisa she would ironing the clothes so Barbara could put it on the wardrobe."

Amber is very excited about the baby, saying the kid will be the knight of favonus mascot. Jean always huffs and puffs, her child will not be a mascot but Lisa finds the whole thing endearing. Barbara is formally the auntie and it's makes sense she is close to them now she will have a niece but Amber got the title of godmother. Even though she is young, barely an adult Lisa and her agreed that the brunette would make a great godmother. Anyone can see the young woman loves the baby already.

They were thinking about calling Eula to be the other godmother too, since Rosaria will be as an auntie to the kid because her relationship with Barbara. Eula says she doesn't like children, or at least she said it before hear Amber saying she loved babies. Now the captain pretends to go along with the baby stuff. Lisa finds the whole thing hilarious and Jean...Well, she usually shrugs. Eula will protect this kid because she is a good person and has a great heart, even though she does everything to counsel it.

E: "Oh...W-well, I suppose I can help a little more."

She hears a snort from Rosaria and she tries to stifle her laugh. The poor woman can't be more explicit about her feelings.

J: " Great then. Rosaria and I will finish here. Why don't you go to the living room? I think Amber will be grateful for the help."

Jean watches the young woman blush and splutter. She chuckles then and receives a frown from Eula.

Ah, Young love...

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They just finished their work when there is a commotion in the other room. Suddenly Eula comes barging in the nursery, wide eyes and frantic hands.

E: " it's -its time!"

Jean frowns.

J: " time for what?"

Eula groans and takes her arm, pulling her to the living room.

E: " the baby is coming!"

Jean immediately disentangle from Eula hold, running the remaining steps to the living room, where Lisa pants, hand on her big belly.

J: " what is going on!?"

It's Barbara who answer.

B:" we was talking and then she started to feel uncomfortable and..." She points to the floor, a clear puddle on the wooden floor. " Her water broke."

Shit.

It's too soon. The baby isn't due yet, there is at least four weeks of waiting to the baby be born.

J: " but it's too soon!"

Barbara is already in motion, gathering documents around the room and stuffing on her bag.

B: " it's common. Some women deliver within 35~36 weeks. The baby is already developed fully, so you don't need to worry too much. We just need to go to the hospital because this baby can't be born here."

Jean takes a deep breath and nods, heart on her throat. Barbara is right. The last appointment the doctor said the baby was health and ready to come to the world. They just needed to wait a little longer but everything was fine. Besides her sister knows what she is talking about.

Looking at Lisa she understands right now she needs to maintain a calm semblance because the brunette is definitely in the brink of a breakdown.

J: " baby, don't worry. Everything is gonna be fine."

Lisa's eyes are big and scared, a swirl of anxiety and fear.

L: " you don't know that." She says in between pained gasps. " It's too early. She shouldn't be coming so soon! I shouldn't be going into labor. Something is wrong."

It resonates deeply in her chest because it's what she secretly thinks and feels too. They were waiting for a 40 week pregnancy, maybe even more. It's what the books said, what their gynecologist and obstetrician said too. Everything would be ready to go starting from week 40.

Now her wife is leaking on the living room floor, panicking and Jean isn't even sure she can be the partner Lisa needs, doesn't know if she can be strong and supportive when her ground seems to be falling down.

It's Barbara who eventually snaps her out of her panicking. Her sister's voice is calm, controlled with an underlaying tone that urges her to action.

B: "Jean, grab the car keys and take it out the garage. Rosaria and Eula will help Lisa to the car while Amber and I collect some clothes for Lisa and a bag for the baby."

She is grateful for Barbara's experience as a doctor, the way how she just knows what should be done in such a important time. So she kisses Lisa's sweaty forehead and says softly and trembling

J: " Hang in there, love. We will be in the hospital soon."

Lisa seems panicked and hurting but she nods, closing her eyes when Jean kisses her forehead again, lingering there for a second too long to breath in her wife's scent and comforting warmth.

She pulls back reluctantly and with a small smile she jogs to the front door, where she left her keys on the bawl.

Everything will be fine if only because they have great people around them.

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It's a few minutes later, the car parked outside the apartment that Jean helps Amber and Eula bring Lisa to the car.

The brunette groans and cries in hurt and Jean can't even begin to explain how deeply distressed she feels hearing the woman she loves hurting.

She helps to sit Lisa on the passenger seat and buckle her. Amber goes to the back seat together with Eula. Rosaria comes outside the house with Barbara alongside her while Jean sits behind the wheel.

R: " we will meet you at the hospital!"

Rosaria shouts while getting on her motorcycle. Before Jean can see her sister sit on the vehicle, she takes the car away from curb and drives quickly in direction of the hospital, trying to drive carefully.

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Jean never was shy to admit she is strong. She follows a really careful regimen, workouts at the gym, morning runs at the beach, training with her fellow friends in the headquarters every fifteen days. So she knows she has a great body, strong muscles and abs that are always praised by her fiancee. She can lift heavy weights and it was always appreciated by Lisa when they were hot and inpatient to the point where Jean could lift her easily and carry her to the bedroom or whatever surface avaliable.

Unfortunately, with the pregnancy moving forward, carry Lisa turned to be impossible for her. Because of the baby weight and size, carry Lisa besides being impossible put the baby and the brunette in danger of falling off.

Jean feels acutely her impotence in the moment, trying to help Lisa to walk the short path to the hospital front desk, seeing her in so much pain she is almost bending in two, each step excruciating.

She wishes she could take Lisa in her arms and run inside, demanding someone to help them. For now she secures her arm around her fiancee's waist and helps her to the front door. Hopefully, Amber and Eula will bring a wheelchair to help.

L: "...I don't know if I can do it."

Lisa pants at her side. Jean turns her head to look at her, hearing the distress in her voice. The brunette's face is sweaty, stray hair glued to her forehead. Her eyes are bloodshot, tears pooling in her exhausted green orbs.

J: " you are so strong, my love." She whispered, never stopping her slow progress. She thinks she can see Eula and Amber running to them with a nurse but from where she is the light from the hospital makes it really hard to be sure. "You can do it...And they have drugs, you know?"

Lisa whimpers but before she can say anything Amber comes with the nurse and they help her to sit on the chair.

N: " How long she is feeling the contractions?"

The nurse asks, directing the group inside the hospital doors.

J: " Not long. Maybe twenty minutes. Her water broke."

The woman nods and directs the next question to the Lisa.

N: " Before your water broke, did you felt any contraction? Cramps or any pain?"

Lisa shakes her head, face visible twisted in pain.

L: "N-No...I was fine and then I leaked and soon after I started to feel pain."

N: " did you keep track how far the contractions are coming?"

Everybody shakes their head. With the confusion and anxiety nobody remembered they should be counting it.

N: " it's okay. You are the other mother?"

The nurse asks her and Jean nods, blue eyes wide and uncertain.

N: " okay, follow me. We will accommodate you both in a room while the doctor comes down to take a look."

Jean nods and send a small smile to her friends.

A: " it's Okay, Jean-san. We will wait here."

Jean is grateful that both her friends are more than fine in waiting whatever it takes to the baby's birth. It's nice and comforting to know there are people hoping for them, waiting for them. It's nice to know they aren't alone.

So with a deep breath she follows the nurse pushing her future wife's wheelchair.

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The room has pastel walls, it's the first thing she register after getting inside. The nurse helps settle Lisa on the bed, soon she helps her take her clothes off and put a hospital robe.

When Lisa is finally on the bed the nurse pushes a small cart next to the bed. She turns to Jean, while she helps to untie Lisa's gown.

N: " Master Jean, right?"

The nurse asks and Jean snaps her eyes up to the woman, watching her apply gel on the brunette's big baby bump.

J: " Uhm ... yes."

N: " I'm going to do a quick examination to know if the baby is in position and to know how things are going on inside. While I'm doing it, could you please inform your obstetrician's name and number to the other nurse outside the door?"

Jean hesitates, torn in doing what was asked and be there with her fiancee.

N: " Don't worry, the ultrasound will be quick and I assure you will not miss anything. We really need your doctor's number so we can contact her and let her know your wife is in labor."

Jean nods. She knows Lisa isn't her wife yet but she doesn't see why she should correct the woman. Lisa will soon be her wife and besides they are having a baby together, it's much more deeper than any other connection or title they could have.

Before following the nurse task she turns her eyes to pained greens, asking silently for permission. She doesn't want to let Lisa alone in any way, so it's important the brunette knows she will only carry out the task if she agrees too.

Lisa gives her a short smile, exhaustion creating little lines in the corner of her eyes.

Jean turns around and goes to the door, where she finds a nurse arranging a tray close to their room.

J: " Hi." She says, somehow uncertain how to proceed. The woman's big eyes gets even bigger upon see her and probably recognize her. " Uhm ..I was told I should inform our obstetrician's number...?"

The nurse nods seemingly too shocked to verbalize anything. Jean shrugs, she is too nervous to mind anything right now.

Jean fumbles searching on her pockets for some paper and the woman springs to action at once, getting out a little notebook from her nurse's uniform and presenting to Jean the paper and pen.

She writes quickly the number and name, having already memorized the number in preparation for this day.

J: " Okay...It's...all?"

The nurse finally spoke, her voice small and sweet.

N: " Y-Yes. We will call her and let you know when she arrives."

She nods and smiles in thanks. One thing done, now even more to come, she thinks with a nervous stomach.

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Inside the room the nurse is cleaning Lisa's belly and Jean walks to them, taking Lisa's hand on hers when she is close enough and has the brunette's attention.

J: " How is everything going?"

Jean asks and Lisa smiles at her, still pained but it seems not so much as before.

N: " Everything in going well, the baby is in position. I'm going to check Miss Minci progress now."

Jean nods and puts a kiss on Lisa's knuckles.

They watch the woman put another pair of gloves and drag a little stool to the end of Lisa's bed.

N: " Miss Minci, I need you to put your feet on the propped seat."

Jean helps Lisa, feeling utterly useless while the nurse looks at her fiancee's private parts.

A few seconds later the woman emerge from her curved position and smile reassuring at them.

L: " So?"

Lisa asks. Jean can tell her lover is anxious and nervous just like herself. She squeezes softly the brunette's hand.

N: " it's very early in the labor. You aren't fully dilated yet."

They both flinch. Lisa is already hurting and they still need to wait?

J: " H-How long we will need to wait?"

The nurse smiles again, gentle and warm.

N: " it's hard to say. It's your first birth right?"

Lisa nods.

L: " Yes, she is our first."

N: " first birthes usually takes more time. But don't worry, every hour or so we will be checking on you. Right now you are only 1cm dilated and we need you to reach 10cm."

Gods

They did read about birthes and how it was very common to a woman spend hours and even a whole day in labor before be ready to deliver but...Somehow they never thought it would happen to them.

L: " so...I'm not in labor yet?"

Lisa asks and the nurse, gentle and patient answer.

N: " you are in what we call the first phase on the beginning of the labor. You are actively in labor but in the very beginning. With each hour your cervix will dilate and we will check every two hours or so until you reach the needed 10 cm."

It seems rehearsed but both them grimaces. It looks like it would take ages!

N: "But don't worry." The woman hurries to explain. " The pain will not be always intense. It will oscillate between moderate and uncomfortable."

Jean isn't so sure about it. If anything Lisa has been plagued by strong pains and she isn't even ready to deliver. The blonde reasons it will only get worse the closer her fiancee gets to the final moment.

N: " Do you have any more questions?"

They turn to each other, silently asking if there is anything else left to ask and in the end they shake their heads.

N: " Okay. Like I said, I will be down here in a few hours. Your doctor was notified and should drop by to see you. If you need anything or if you feel anything besides the expected please don't hesitate to ask one the nurses outside to check "

With the final instructions the woman let herself out the room, door closing softly after her.

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Without the nurse in the room, silence descends between them. Lisa is reclined on the bed and Jean feels awkward besides her. What is there to say when your head is so worried about every little thing you can't even form a single coherent thought?

It's Lisa's soft and pained grunt that grabs her attention.

J: " Hey"

She says taking her lover's hand on hers, caressing the sweaty skin.

Lisa turns her face to gaze at her, smile flickering and untrue, the pain obvious.

J: " How are you?" At Lisa deadpanned look she smiles sheepishly. " Sorry...How is the pain?"

Although not certain about the question she resolves to ask anyway. She can't do anything to relieve Lisa's pain but it doesn't mean she doesn't want to know.

L: " not quite unbearable but pretty awful."

Lisa's voice is hoarse even though she wasn't talking too much or screaming - yet. Her brain supplies. Because not too far she will be likely screaming of pain. - and she has an inkling it's because the strain the pain is doing.

J: " I wish I could do something."

She sighs softly, brows furrowed in worry and despair. She wants to take Lisa's pain, wants to at very least share it so the brunette doesn't go through it alone.

L: " I know ..." Lisa's voice brings her back, grabs her attention. Blue eyes watch the woman move on the bed, trying to find a better position. "Right now it's just like a very, very bad colic. Very bad though."

Neither them has a awful period, often with some medicine the pain fades without issue but as any other female, they do know how painful colics are. She can only imagines how bad it must be for Lisa.

L: " What are we supposed to do with all this waiting?"

Jean bites her lower lip in thought. The nurse didn't say any exact time in which they would be waiting for the labor progress but for what she did say, it would take some time. Be inside a room for hours while her soon to be wife agonize in pain seems like hell.

J: " Should we bring our friends here? We could talk to spend the time?"

Lisa seems to ponder this. Shiny brow furrowed in deep concentration.

L: " Well, if they want to I don't see why not...I just don't know if I will be a good company when the pain get worse."

Jean kisses Lisa's hand, lips grazing the soft skin she so loves, nose drinking from her lover's natural fragrance.

J: " I'm sure neither them would mind, they already said they would be waiting for the deliver. And about you being a good company, well, they will understand too. We can get they out when you start to feel tired or the pain get too strong."

Lisa still seems to hesitate so Jean leans toward her and kisses her forehead.

J: " don't worry. They are our family, they will understand."

L: "...I just don't want them to think I'm throwing them out."

Jean pulls back and smiles at her, smile big and affectionate. She loves Lisa, her caring nature, the way how she always looks out for everyone she loves.

J: " Trust me, love. They love you."

With tear filled eyes the brunette nods and Jean grabs her smartphone, sending a quick text to her sister, asking them to come up and visit them. She also sends the floor, ward and room number so the group can find them without issue.

Message sent, she goes back to her post, besides Lisa, holding her hand and trying to be helpful while a new wave of pain hits her fiancee.

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It's two hours since their friends came up to be with them, two hours and half since they were admitted to the hospital.

Their doctor came to take a look and talk with them briefly and the nurse came back to check on Lisa's progress. So far her soon to be wife has only reached the three centimeter dilatation mark. Both the nurse and doctor said it was progressing faster than expected but for Lisa and her it's still looks too slow.

Right now they are in the room, playing some cards game that Amber took out from her purse. Rosaria is seating on the chair next to the bed and Barbara is perched on her lap, some cards cradled against her chest in a attempt to hide from her soon to be wife. Jean thinks it's counterproductive to play cards like that but she chooses to don't say anything.

Eula is seating in a armchair she dragged close to Lisa's bed, where they are using for a table of sorts. And Lisa...Well, they decided to walk through the room to try to speed the birth process up. Amber is supporting Lisa in one side while Jean in the other.

In the beginning all their friends wanted to help but Lisa didn't want to, saying she wanted everything to be "normal", so they decided to continue to play while their attention were split between the game and the pregnant woman waddling through the room.

The pain has continued the same which is a bless but at the same time a curse. If Lisa were more dilated the pain would increase so right now it's everything they don't want.

L: " Why- gasp - why it is taking so long!?"

Lisa whimpers, bending almost in half with the new wave of pain. Jean caress her back, knowing from the witch's complaints that her back pain is getting progressively worse.

J: " we are getting there, baby."

Lisa whimpers again, left hand squeezing Jean's hand in a vice grip. On the other side Amber tries to help, saying

A: " Lisa-san, remember what the nurse said? You are progressing little by little but you going to get there. Just a few more hours."

Lisa let's out a soft sob and Jean heart almost topple down her stomach. She hurries to wrap an arm around her fiancee's waist, taking almost all her weight. Her other hand pull away from Lisa's grip to brush her brunette hair and see better her pained face.

J: " Hey.."

She whispers softly, face touching Lisa's hair just where her ear is hidden. Amber pulls away, sensing its a emotional moment between the two. She gazes at Jean to make sure she can handle the pregnant woman alone and then walks to the group trying to play cards and act like it's just a normal night between friends.

L: " I don't know...If I can do it."

Lisa whispers, face crimson, forehead shiny and tears pooling in her eyes.

Jean kisses her head, inhaling the perfume from the woman she loves so very much, with all her being.

J: " You can do it, love....You know you can." She exhales gently, voice floating between the almost inexistent space between them. "You are strong and once you decide something you go until the end. Remember when you decided to be a librarian even though everyone wanted you to work in Mond. Army? You didn't listen to anyone input and followed through your decisions. It was the same when you learned about the baby. Even though we weren't together, even though you didn't know what I would decide and with my betrothal you still decided to let me know about the baby. With or without me I knew you would decide something, you are just like this, a woman who, when know what she wants she will not be swayed." She takes a deep breath and with a teary, affectioned smile ends saying " it's only the exhaustion talking, my love. You know what you want - this baby, this precious and miraculous little being to be here with us. -and I will help you, I will be with you all the way, for whatever time you want me to."

Lisa is gazing at her, tears sliding down her beautiful and tired face. In her eyes there is love shining, so strong and so absolute that it resonates with Jean's heart, makes the little muscle start.

She sniffles softly and leans more against Jean, her face on Jean's collarbone, big baby bump between them.

L: " I love you"

Jean's tears slips too, warm and gently, so much love overflowing in her, so many emotions.

J: " I love you too, my beautiful fiancee. My soon to be baby mama."

Lisa hates the term and she feels the brunette swaps her shoulder softly. They laugh in between tears, anxious, tired but very much excited to the new life coming.

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At the four hours mark Lisa is a pile of pain and regrets - although Jean knows it's not true and most of it comes from the torture going on inside her body -, wriggling on the bed and crushing the blonde's hand.

The nurse examined Lisa a few minutes ago and said she was 8cm dilated and a few more hours she would be ready to go. She also instructed Jean to count how long and far between the contractions came. Alerting she should call the reception when Lisa start to have more than two contraction during more than 40 seconds and in between less than 10 minutes each.

They decided to send their friends outside because right now Lisa can't bear anyone else. Jean just want everything to end already so the love of her life can stop hurting. She never thought that have a baby would be so painful. It's looks even worse than torture and she knows torture, has studied it even though she swears to never use of it.

L: "F-Fuuuuck"

Lisa whimpers and groans. Her contractions are starting to be longer and longer also a lot more painful.

J: " breath, baby. C'mon."

Lisa turns her angry and pained eyes on her.

L: " I-Im breathing!"

She says through clenched teeth. Jean gulps down her slight fear. Lisa can be very intimidating when angry.

She prays to every god out there that it can progress quickly.

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Eight hours in active labor and their doctor is coming through the door with two female nurses. A few minutes ago the nurse declared Lisa were officially 10cm dilated and in full labor. Now everything would go full swing.

Jean watches the profissionals prepare the instruments and get settled, her hand holding Lisa's hot one. Her wife is sweating profusely on the bed, face pink and contorted in pain.

Their doctor put on some gloves and then sit between Lisa's spread legs, hospital blanket covering her modesty.

S: " Okay, Lisa. When you feel your next contraction and the need to push, do it. Only stop when the contraction end or when you get too tired to continue, ok?"

Lisa nods, breathing heavily, mouth set in a tight line.

It don't take long to the next contraction come, so intense that Lisa gasps and cry out in pain. Jean's heart drops down low, squeezing painfully at the pain on the woman she loves.

S: " Let's go, Lisa. Push!"

The doctor says, encouraging the brunette to put more force in her pushing.

Jean's hand is almost breaking but she kisses Lisa's forehead and tries to encourage her.

J: " Just like that, love. You can do it."

Lisa screams for a few more seconds and then her body relax, exhausted on the bed, breathing labored.

S: " you are doing great, Lisa. Next contraction I want you to push again."

Lisa's face is set in a determined expression, even though her whole body screams tiredness and pain.

The next contraction comes swiftly, sending the witch's torso upright on the bed, mouth open in a surprised scream.

S: "Push, Lisa! With all your strength."

Jean's heart is pounding on her chest. She never thought it would be like that. Where is the magic new mothers talk about on their books? Right now she can only hear and see the woman she loves hurt.

Gods, what have we done?

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It has been going on for almost two hours and Jean is almost in tears. She can't take it anymore, Lisa is sobbing in pain, throat hoarse from so much screaming.

She is almost taking their doctor's shoulders and shaking her, demanding they take Lisa to an operation room. Anything so she can stop hurting so bad.

S: " I can see the head!"

The doctor says, victorious and both they let out a small sob.

L: " I can't....I can't anymore."

Jean wide and scared eyes turn to gaze at her more than exhausted fiancee. She kisses Lisa's knuckles, small tears mixing with the sweaty skin.

J: " baby... She is almost here. We can do it together."

Lisa sobs anew and soon screams in agony.

The next push seems to continue for a long minute. It's almost there, their baby is almost there.

S: " one more push so we can pass her shoulder!"

The contractions seems to be mix together, one after the other, not one minute of small relieve. Lisa's body demanding she takes the baby out.

S: " shoulders out. One more, Lisa!"

And Lisa gives the last of her energy, almost 10 hours of agony, of anxiety, a whole eight month of insecurity, uncertainty and happiness.

She cames barreling in the world, screaming with all strength of her lungs, taking even the staff in surprise.

Jean automatically rises, takes a step closer to the doctor, wide blue eyes swimming in a ocean.

She watches with the breath stuck on her throat the little, so, so small human being be gathered on the woman's hand. She can't see completely her baby's face but she can see unruly blonde hair and she let out a chuckle mixed in a sob.

The doctor rises her face and looks at Jean, even through the mask she can say the doc is smiling at her.

S: " Come take the last step to bring your daughter to this world."

A nurse offers a scissor and with trembling hands she takes it. Another nurse presents the bloodied umbilical cord and with a deep exhale she cut it.

The doctor wraps her daughter in a pink hospital blanket and presents the small bundle to her.

S: " congratulations, mama."

Intimidated for the so small and fragile bundle, Jean takes carefully the baby on her arms. The infant isn't crying anymore, her big eyes seems to survey every little thing with interest.

Jean sobs, tears sliding fast on her face, the baby big green eyes on hers.

J: "...Hi"

She says softly, voice croaking softly with so many emotions.

She can't stop looking at her miracle, can't stop drinking in every little detail of this new life. The small button nose, the fine hair of her eyebrows, the small full pink lips.

S: " why don't you show her to her mommy for a while?" The doctor says, waking Jean momentarily. " We still need to examine her but we can make this exception."

Jean nods, eyes never straying from her baby and turns to Lisa who seems strangely calm.

J: " Look, love."

She presents the baby for Lisa to take and the brunette accepts, eyes full, smile tired but so big.

Even though she just carried her child, she can't stay away for long, finger caressing the soft hair.

Jean thinks she will never be able to stop adoring their daughter.

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Eventually the doctor asks for the baby so the hospital can make sure she is alright. Neither them want to separate from the newborn but after some convincing they let go.

After the placenta gets delivered the nurses clean Lisa and take their leave, saying they will be back with the baby soon.

At Lisa's insistence Jean sits on the bed, next to her love, arm wrapped on her shoulder, Lisa's head on her neck.

She vaguely thinks of their friends, waiting for news but she can't make herself leave just yet. Her heart is full to bursting, longing for her daughter's presence. She is counting the minutes and seconds on the old clock on the wall.

Lisa is more exhausted than anxious, the poor thing seems so done and Jean swears to give Lisa all the attention and care she can. She is certain she would never go through it after seeing her wife's suffering.

Wife ...

Yes, she can't wait for their wedding. Her love for Lisa is even bigger than before if it is even possible. They created a life where there shouldn't even be a possibility, they made a miracle happen, their love, their true love created the most powerful magic in this world. They created life. A tiny, blonde life

L: " she is beautiful, isn't she?"

Lisa whispers on her embrace and Jean kisses her sweaty hair, smile bigger than her face can comport.

J: " Yes...She is...Just like you "

They don't say anything more, just content to be in each other arms. Waiting for the fruit of their love.

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It's minutes later that the nurse comes into their room carrying a small bundle. She smile at them and Jean rises from the bed, arms already stretch out to take her daughter.

The woman happily obeys, transferring the calm baby to her mother's arm.

N: " Her tests came back excellent, she is very healthy."

Jean beams in pride and relief.

N: " we took the liberty to put her into the clothes you brought to the hospital. Soon she will need to be fed so please call the reception when she cries. One the nurses will help your wife in how to breastfeed."

Jean nods, eyes going from her curious child to the woman.

The nurse put the baby bag on a chair and excuses herself from the room, letting the new family alone.

Alone with her new baby she bends down and deposit a kiss on the soft skin on her daughter's forehead.

J: " Hello, my love."

She says in a soft and emotional voice, still not used to all those emotions pumping throughout her system.

J: " Do you want to see mommy? I bet she wants to see you."

She turns to the bed and isn't surprised at all in seeing Lisa's sleeping on the bed. The day is already bright outside, the sun haven raised a few hours ago. They came to the hospital at 8 pm and at 6 am their child came screaming into the world.

For now Jean chooses to let Lisa have her deserved rest. She seats near the bed on a chair and gazes down at her daughter's pretty face.

J: "You know" she starts talking softly with the newborn. " Outside of this room there is a lot of people waiting to know you."

She smiles thinking of her family, of her friends. Probably more than tired waiting for news, Barbara nervously trying to get information of the poor nurses, Rosaria harassing the staff in search of any news and Eula trying to be all tough and failing, Amber trying to reach even the hospital's director's office. She chuckles softly.

J: " They can be a little too much at times but they are the best. Just like your mommy and me, they are very excited to meet you."

The baby's pink mouth opens in a cute yaw and Jean melts on the chair. Her daughter is the most precious thing in this world and any other one.

J: " I should call them."

She says, taking the phone and opening the camera.

J: " Now, smile for your first photo."

She says, posing the phone to take the bundle in view angle. The newborn don't do anything besides blink sleepily at the object and Jean decides it's perfect.

She sends the photo without any text to their friend and family group. Less than one minute later her phone is vibrating with several messages, things from: "She is so cuteee!" To " Why the fuck you didn't say before!?" To " when we can hold her!?".

Jean chuckles and put her phone away.

Later

Right now, Lisa needs a little power nap and she wants to soak herself on her daughter's presence.

My daughter

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Twenty minutes later, twenty minutes that she spent watching the little baby sleep on her arms, her daughter opens her eyes and cries.

The crying wakes Lisa up, she looks disoriented around the room but eventually pushes herself on the bed and smiles tiredly at Jean.

J: " I think she is hungry."

Jean says, trying to rock the little baby. She is new on this and she isn't certain she is doing the right moves.

Lisa stretches her arms and Jean walks to the bed, transferring her daughter to Lisa.

J: " we should call the nurse."

Lisa nods, nose nuzzling their daughter's small head.

Soon one smiling nurse comes into the room. She helps Lisa in clean her aureola with a wet wipe and how to fed the hungry baby.

Their daughter takes a while to accept the nipple, hungry and maybe angry, her small face red and scrunched up. But as soon she identifies that the nipple is her source of food she latches fiercely.

L: " Oh"

Lisa says surprised

J: " Wh-What is it?"

Jean asks, worried something was wrong. Lisa smiles at her and puts one hand on her arm.

L: " nothing is wrong, Jean. It just surprised me, it's a odd feeling but not unpleasant."

Jean exhales, relieved. She sits next to Lisa on the bed, arm protectively around Lisa's shoulder, eyes on their daughter.

J: " she is perfect "

She says breathless and Lisa nods, one hand caressing the fine hairs on their daughter's head.

L: " She has your hair."

Lisa says dreamily and Jean chuckles, oddly proud.

J: " Yeah...She has your eyes though and your lips."

Lisa hums, already taken for the small bundle.

L: " Her noise though..."

Jean nods in agreement.

J: " I don't know where this nose comes from."

Lisa agrees, touching the nose with her finger.

L:." Maybe we will know more when she gets older. Right now I can't identify from whom she got this button nose."

They both nods, drinking and engraving on their minds this precious moment. One of many to come.

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When their daughter deems she is full enough Lisa convinces Jean to call their friends so they can meet the baby.

Jean is kind reluctant because she wants to remain in this little bubble with her small family.

Not long before she texts the group of friends comes barreling through the door, eyes wide and curious on the bundle Jean is carrying.

B: " is this my niece!?"

Barbara asks excitedly and Jean smiles nodding in affirmation. Her sister comes to stand beside her, cooing at the sleeping baby. In this moment Jean thinks

That is from where her button nose came from!

A: " Can I carry her?"

Amber drags her from her thoughts.

Barbara pouts and says

B: " Hey, I should be the first one. She is my niece."

Amber rolls her eyes.

A: " and I'm her godmother!"

Jean is very inclined to don't let anyone carry her precious little baby but Lisa chuckles from the bed.

L: " Neither of you is going to carry her." Jean puffs her chest, happy Lisa is in synchrony with her until " Rosaria will."

Three pairs of befuddled eyes turn to the woman sitting on the bed

J,A,B: "What!?"

The three women asks.

L: " I don't want to hear objections. Now, Jean, give our daughter to Rosaria."

The nun eyes couldn't be bigger and grudgingly Jean walks to her, blue eyes fierce.

J: " Don't let her fall."

She warns. The woman, seemingly in a trance, accepts the baby in her arms. The newborn don't even stir, sleeping deeply.

Jean feels like a hawk, eyes gazing at her daughter, ready to step up at any moment if something was to happen.

L: " Jean, stop be such a mama bear and come sit with me."

The blonde's face reddens and she groans under her breath.

J: " I'm not...a mama bear."

Lisa laughs and pat the bed, Jean goes to her, head low and still burning red.

When she sits next to Lisa the brunette plants a kiss on her cheek and caress her back.

L: " everyone can have 5 minutes each with her. So let her circulate, ok? Not fights."

Lisa warns to the room and Jean pouts besides her. It's not she doesn't trust their friends but their daughter is just too small with barely five hours in this world. She should be on their arms, safe, warm-

L: " stop thinking, love." Lisa advises, hand moving up and down softly on her back. " She is blessed. She has us and she has our fun and messy family."

Jean turns to gaze at Lisa, eyes twinkling on their friends and baby, smile stretching her beautiful face.

L: " I want her to know and enjoy this love, this precious love that surrounds her. She will know nothing but happiness."

Jean sighs, in love, so deeply in love for this amazing woman.

J: "...Okay " she says, throat tight in so many emotions " but after that, I'm not letting anyone else take away my moment with my daughter."

Lisa chuckles and kisses her, lips a little cracked and dry. Jean breathes deeply, heart pumping away, inflated and happy, dizzy in love.

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E: " So, what is her name?"

Eula asks, awkwardly rocking the sleeping newborn.

Jean turns to look at Lisa, smile trembling on her lips.

L: " Fernanda Hilda Gunnhildr-Minci"

It seems a consensus, their friends frown at them, appalled and Jean and Lisa laughs.

R: " Poor kid."

Rosaria says and Jean rolls her eyes.

J: " we choose it because the meaning. It mean she is a fighter that is also adventurous and have a bould journey ahead."

Jean puffs her chest, very proud of their choice. Their friends though...

A: " I know! Why not call her Fischl!?"

Jean's smile freezes on her face.

J: " What!?"

Amber eyes is brillant and their friends seems to like the idea, heads nodding.

A: " Her nickname! Everyone has one!"

J: " me and Lisa don't!"

Barbara waves them off and agrees with their friends.

B: " I loved! Little Fischl!"

Jean wants to bang her head on the wall but Lisa touches her back and shakes her head.

L: " it's not use...They are just uncool."

Jean chuckles but agree, their friend don't understand the beauty of meanings behind names.

A: " Ooh, Little Fischl is waking up. Such beautiful eyes!"

They all gather around the baby, gazing at all those people curiously.

Fischl future ...No, Fernanda Hilda future looks warm, brilliant and very, very happy.

....The end....

...But to be continued maybe.

[aeferkssr]

Funky Little Self-Insert Voicelines

aether x reader // can be read as both romantic and platonic (i think) // isekai! reader // reader gender not specified // not proofread so sorry for any spelling errors

a/n: im actually not sure if anyone thought of this idea yet, maybe with the traveler talking about the reader but not the reader in his voicelines if ykwim.

part 2 Liyue ver!

part 3 inazuma ver!

Mondstadt!

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About the Windmills

after going into the domain with lisa, you aether and paimon decide to walk around and explore mondstadt. whilst walking though the land of freedom paimon notices something…

Paimon: Mondstadt has so many windmills, doesnt it?

Aether: Well, the city is built above water, so it probably relies on the windmills to draw the water upwards.

Paimon: That’s correct! The winds blow through Mondstadt all year, so this supply of water is very stable. Also, the windmills are what they called the “visible winds” — and windchimes are called the “audible winds.”

You: I think my grandma had some windchimes on her door, and when it was really windy you can hear them from next door! That explains why everytime i hear windchimes i can’t help but think about her

Paimon: Paimon guesses they can be thought of as mascots and prayers to the Anemo Archon for protection

You: Mascots huh…

Aether: Ah, mascots. So, like you then, Paimon?

Paimon: No! Not at all! They’re made of wood, and y out can’t eat them in an emergency either, ‘cause all you’ll do is grind your teeth down!

Aether: Uhh…

you and aether look at eachother, wondering what to reply with:

Aether: …I don’t know what to say to that.

About the Library’s Restricted Section

since you and aether were no native Teyvatian speakers, paimon had the honour of teacher the two outlanders the language. taking the pair to the library to get a better feel for the language, aether’s eyes stumbled upon the restricted section…

aether taps your shoulder to gain your attention and points over to where Lisa’s desk is:

Aether: About those books in the “restricted section” that Lisa mentioned… Have you ever wondered what sort of books might be kept in there?

You: I’m not sure… probably spell books? Or even ancient scripts?

Aether: Perhaps…

he quickly scans the room to see if anyone is listening to the small conversation you two are having:

Aether: …It contains books that are not suitable for children?

You: You don’t mean…

paimon, who happened to be listened to your hushed whispers, butted in:

Paimon: Huh? But “The Boar Princess” isn’t in the restricted section! What could be more unsuitable for children than that? …Hmm, Paimon’s curious…

You: Don’t worry Paimon, you’ll learn more when your older

you and aether then started giggling, leaving a very confused and slightly agitated Paimon.

About Alchemy (t.w small mention of insecurities)

After talking with Timaeus and learning the basics of alchemy, you started to feel hungry and asked Aether if we could stop at Good Hunter for lunch. He agreed and after you took your orders, Aether still couldn’t keep his eyes off the small alchemy shop…

Aether: So here in Mondstadt, alchemy is practiced out on the streets?

Paimon: Is that so strange?

Aether: In many of the worlds that i have been to in the past, alchemy has always been a secretive art.

You: I don’t think alchemy existed in my world, but even if it did it would most definitely be frowned upon.

aether nodding at your statement, still not used to this new discovery said with his hands on his head, elbows on the table in front of him:

Aether: Watching alchemy being practiced as a part if daily life is like being in a world where people have three stomachs…

Paimon: Paimon thinks only have one stomach is weird!

aether raises his head and stares dumbfoundedly at their floating companion:

Aether: Uh… Are you serious?

Paimon: What do you think?

aether’s eyes darted towards you, probably looking for reassurance about him having only one stomach

You: Personally, i have two!

aether’s head fell to the desk as you laughed at him and his mono-stomach having body. now that’s an insecurity he never thought he would have.

About the God of Freedom

It was nightime, the same day that you, Aether, Venti, Jean and Diluc saved Dvalin and solved the Stormterror crisis. Your hands were busy making Cream Stew and Chicken-Mushroom Skewers for the group while Paimon stared hungrily over the makeshift stove and Aether was tending ti his own wounds from the Stormterror fight. A confortable silence surrounded the group until Aether decided to speak up about his thoughts on your recent adventure…

Aether: On the way back to Mondstadt after rescuing Dvalin… We finally got to see one of the Seven Archons, didn’t we? It was interesting to see what kind of god he was.

Paimon: Hmm… Haven’t we known Venti for quite a while now?

Aether: As Venti, yes… But still, this was the first time that we got to see him as the Anemo Archon, Barbatos. Normally, he hides behind the facade of a bard

You: Adding onto that… his personality as a bard is wuite a contrast to his archon-y personality. I would imagine him to be a calm and respecting god, with a strong sense of freedom. Quite the opposite from the Venti we know

Aether: “What does freedom really mean, when demanded of you by a god?” That question that he asked Dvalin… i’m still contemplating that, you know?

serving the portions of cream stew into makeshift bowls, handing one over to aether you reply:

You: Well, you can think its over all you like while eating! Come on we haven’t eaten all day and you’re bound to be at least hungry!

Aether chuckled as he took the bowl from your hands looking into the hot stew, not hot enough to burn you but warm enough to warn up your insides. He looks at you and paimon as you gawk at the flying pixie for finishing two bowls of stew in the time it took you to eat half of one.

Sighing, he started to eat his stew and skewers, being thankful for having two wonderful companions with him. <3.

a/n 2: should i continue this with the liyue and inazuma voicelines?? pls answer im gonna cry

[slasherrabbitmadness]

Bo Sinclair x Female Reader

Sinclair College AU Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Woo, NONCON ELEMENTS! This was written by demand. Seriously, bug me to write the AUs if you want to read them lol

Underthecut - NSFW, NONCON do not read if you do not like noncon, Dark fic, Vaginal sex, brief mention of anal, Bruises, creampie and Brief mentions of pregnancy

You shivered as Bo brought the blankets over you, cooing at how tired you must be, how you'll need all the rest you can get.

The dull ache throbbed throughout your body. Your toes hurt from curling them repeatedly, your hips hurt, from Bo's near incessant pounding and nails digging into your hips. Your breasts were sore, nipples teased and played with so long, his stubble scratched along your valley. Your neck was bruised, a feint handprint along the front mixed in with hickeys. Your lips sore and dry, lip gloss smeared around your mouth.

Dried tears over your cheeks, into your hair, onto the pillow.

"Hey, c'mon Sweets." Bo leaned in to kiss your cheek, making you squeeze your stomach in response, "Hey, you're good." He sat next to you, lightly patting your cheek, "Y'did so good for me, hm? So perfect." He leaned in, lips inches from your cheek, "Just like you've always been."

Bo looked down at you, bit his lower lip as your eyes remained vacant, body reacting out of an impulse to his touch, but emotionally wrought.

"You can rest for a lil while but then we gotta clean ya up, Sweets."

You cringed at the nickname, what was once a cute endearing term made your stomach turn.

"Rest for a bit, then we shower." Bo leaned in to kiss your temple, kissed your cheek ad a chaste kiss over your sore lips.

You curled into yourself, letting the motel blanket, stale smell, and lull you into a weak state of slumber.

Bo walked over to the chair, grabbing his crotch as he sat down, letting his chub rest against his thigh. He tapped his foot on the cheap carpeted floor. He leaned back to rummage through his stuff on the table, grabbing a joint and lighting it up.

He took a hit, leaned back. He listened, listened as the cars outside drove by, tires hissing along the wet pavement. A random dog barking, its deep thundering barks upsetting another tenant enough he heard a woman shouting for the thing to shut up.

The rain hit along the window, repeated taps along it felt commoning to Bo. The dull noise helped with his racing thoughts.

Bo wanted to curl into you, wrap his arms around you, kiss along your shoulder, laugh as you playfully reprimand him "Bo, stop! Your stubble is tickling me!" He smiled, "Bo, least you could do is just kiss me."

He coughed, smoke sputtered out through his lips. A deep hum rumbled from his chest, the image of you and him on the bed, curled into each other came so easily. Just like that one Valentine's day...

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Bo held you in his arms, hand running up and down your back. He kissed your lips, groaning as you let him slip your tongue in.

He cupped your cheek, tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Your moans spurred him on, his thigh pushed in between your legs, spreading you out for him.

"Bo...again?" You asked in a whisper.

"You know you got another round in ya." He kissed you again as he angled his cock at your entrance, grunted as his cock head was met with your warmth. "Ah, sure feels like you're ready." He pushed in, his hands grabbing your wrists to pin them above your head.

Deep intimate strokes have you cantering into him, "Bo..."

"Daddy, c'mon you know how we do this."

"Daddy, please, I want more."

Bo pulled out all the way and bucked forward, a quiet laugh as you squirmed under him.

He picked up speed, huffing and moaning above you. Placed sloppy kisses along your neck, sucking and biting, groaning at the fresh bruises forming along the skin.

"Daddy, ah, more." You freed your wrists from his grasp and ran your hands down his back, resting your hands on his ass. You pushed him further into you, "Daddy please, deeper in me."

His cock twitched in response, "You like when Daddy fucks you? You just need me fuckin' you always."

He kissed you as you moaned in response, hands traveled to the back of his hair, fingers threading through his brown hair.

Bo's hips grew sloppy, your pussy clenched around him as he pushed in deeper and deeper. He wanted to scream out his release, get another call from the front desk. Telling him that there have been noise complaints coming from his room.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in, his movements became shallow, you felt his cock throb within you.

Bo moaned into the kiss, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into you. He grinned as you sobbed under him, mewling out praises, whimpering how full he was making you feel.

"Daddy, you keep coming in me, and it might just take." He wheezed, running a hand over his forehead to brush away the sweat.

"Would that be such a bad thing?" His smile fell as you gave him a mortified look.

Reality hit him, "Bo, I can't get pregnant. I'm only in my second year of University! I need my degree first. How in the hell can I have a baby? I can't afford it, I can barely afford my classes."

He groaned at your rambling, he knew you were right, knew that realistically you could never afford a baby, that a degree gave you and your children together with a better shot.

He hummed in agreement, pulled you back into him, "Shh, we'll figure it out later." He kissed your forehead, growled as you nipped at his neck.

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Bo sat up and walked over to you on the bed, "C'mon, we need to shower now."

You remained still, eyes closed, face turning into the pillow.

Bo pulled off the blankets, a hard breath through his nose as he took you in. He lifted you into his arms, pressed kisses to the top of your head, mumbling at how sweaty you smelled and tasted.

He walked into the shitty motel bathroom, a far cry from the last time you ever shared on together on Valentine's day.

The yellow light and avocado green sink, toilet, and tub held a nasty hue.

Bo looked at himself in the mirror as he held you, his eyes held a light pink hue (the weed), bags under his eyes, his hair sticking to his forehead. He grinned taking in the bruises along his shoulders and chest. A mixture of teeth marks and fists.

He set you down, an arm around your waist to steady you.

"Okay, Sweets, gonna get you clean. How many days has it been?"

You swayed in your spot, eyes downcast.

"About five days, best to get you clean." He leaned in to place a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

He turned on the water, the steam rising up to the ceiling. "Let's step in."

The water felt euphoric on your skin, washing away the last five days of bodily fluids. Bo's dried saliva, the dried semen on your front, the bits you couldn't fully wipe off your face. The hot water kissed your bruises, a pleasant ache from the hot touch.

You stared at the yellow shower tile, steadying a breath as Bo rubbed his hands over your body. You let your mind race, let it fall into a day more pleasant thoughts.

You thought of Vincent, his arms around you, holding you close, outside the library. Tears spilled as you cursed yourself, wishing you blew off Dan to accompany Vincent. Wanted to sleep in Vincent's arms like you had been almost every night since you started dating.

"Sweets?" Bo patted your cheek, "You good?"

You snapped your attention to Bo, his thumb whipping away your tears, "Might be in the shower but your red eyes are giving you away." He kissed you, tongue running along your lips.

Bo retched back, hand raised up to his cheek, he looked at his fingers, the blood trailing down.

You held a feral look, your eyes hed a feral glare, your nails with blood being cleaned by the running hot water.

"I. Want. Vincent!" You punctuated each word. Teeth bared to the tall man in front of you. You looked through him, not taking in his baby blues, his confused expression.

Bo gave you a booming laugh, you jumped as he grabbed your wrist, "Five days of this and you still want him. I thought I could get you cock drunk on me."

Be spun you around as he pushed you against the tile. Your front pressed into the slimy uncleaned surface had you gagging.

You steadied a breath again, letting your mind race to Vincent. Not Bo poking his cock along your entrance.

"Y'know, you should be pregnant by now, I think the other whole is a little lonely." You fought back a scream.

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Vincent ran through the campus, running up to the Flamingo dorms. He had no time to think about how silly it was that the campus dorms have animal mascots.

Brahms burst through the dorm's door. Pulling on his jacket as he scratched his stubble.

Vincent ran up to him, knowing his girlfriend was a friend of his own, "Hey, Brahms, you seen Y/n? Has your girl seen her?"

"No, Princess hasn't seen her."

Vincent would normally smirk at Brahm's nickname for his girl. It was fitting, Brahms did treat her like a Princess. The gifts, the lavish vacation he took her on, she was even invited to a family wedding.

"She did mention that she has yet to get ahold of her though, apparently Dan is upset that they missed their study dates."

Vincent slapped his leg in frustration.

"I haven't seen her in five days. I've talked with my brother but I haven't seen him either." Vincent breathed in heavily, he staggered back.

Brahms reached for him, steadying his friend, "Bo probably took her."

Vincent's eye went wide.

"I mean, think about it, is it that hard to get to that conclusion. You fuck her, start dating her, flaunt how good you've both been to each other. Bo's always been, Bo. Masking his insecurity with macho bravado, hitting on pretty girls, and when they take the low-hanging fruit it fuels his ego. For a day, at least. And the one girl who managed to escape his low-level bullshit falls into his brother's arms, of course, he's pissed."

Vincent clenched his fist, "You justifying my brother?"

"No," Brahms stood up straight, arms over his chest, "Remember when I punched him for bugging my Princess? He tried to jump me a week later. For me," Brahms gave Vincent a cocky smile, "Was nothing. I can only imagine if he had anger towards a female."

Vincent's blood went cold at Brahms words. "Y'sure?"

"Hm, I am an actor! I observe people constantly, I am not known as the best method actor this school has ever had for nothing!" Brahms puffed up his chest, his cocky smile faded as he watched Vincent's shakes become near tremors.

"Look, Vincent, Have you been to the police, her parents, sibling? or whatever?" Brahms leaned closer to Vincent, a sympathetic hand remained on his shoulder.

"Yeah...her parents said...she sounded a little shaken up but fine. They said it was stress. The police are useless."

Brahms laughed, "When are they useful?" He frowned when Vincent shot him a glare.

"Okay, no joking, though not a joke, Look, I'll get Princess later and us three can go around asking for her, okay. I'll even ask my drama teacher to put pressure on the campus police."

Vincent nodded a weak defeated nod.

His hope had been diminishing day by day. He missed class and called into work. The past five days were spent on you, finding you, wanting you back in his arms. The sick feeling in his gut knew you were being held by him...the other half of him.

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You sat on the bed, your clothes back over your, the warmth they offered little comfort.

"Okay, Sweets, we're gonna get going, alright?" He nudged your shoulder.

"I need to get back to class, Bo. I need to finish my degree." You said lifelessly as if on autopilot.

"You will don't worry." He kissed the crown of your head, inhaling your scent. "Sweets you smell so damn good. So clean for her Daddy."

Your throat felt tight, the urge to barf suppressed as you pinched yourself.

"Why did you cheat on me?"

Bo looked down at you, head cocked, "Cheat on you?"

"Yes."

"I never cheated on you."

"Don't fucking lie to me, Bo!"

He stepped back, hand running over his bandaged cheek. He composed himself, leaning over you, "You better watch your tone." He growled.

The past five days had gotten to you, a resentment, and anger bubbled to the surface, "You date me, Cheat on me, on valentine's day. And you expect me to never be angry, never be upset. And you get mad when I cheat on you. fuck you, Bo. I meant nothing to you. You're nothing to me."

You screamed as Bo shoved you down onto the bed, his large hands pressed hard into your arms, he huffed above you, "Nothing to me? Did I not just spend the last five days lovin' you? Being intimate with you? Shared the most wonderful experience two people together could experience together?"

He shook you as you failed to answer, "Hm? That Valentine's day meant everything to you. This meant everything to you." Bo kissed your tears, gritted his teeth and he shook your head under him.

Bo cheated, he knew this. Knew why he cheated. Self-sabotage as always.

How could someone so sweet, caring, friendly, and loving as you fall for him, why would you? Bo was awful, downright awful, his own parents even said so.

"You'll see, Sweets, you'll see our love grow within you."

You sobbed under him, you murmured Vincent's name, repeating it over and over, as if you said it enough he'd burst through the door, saving you from Bo's hell.

[silenthillmutual]

headcanon sets for: daniil, artemy, yulia, andrey

what i think realisitically:

daniil - on top of being autistic daniil also has a lot of mental illness. he's bipolar, he rapid cycles, and he experiences delusions, which has made his work really difficult at times.

artemy - he's internalized a lot of self-hatred from the things people say about both the kin and general and artemy in particular, and that's why he sometimes has these lines of dialogue where he can say just awful things. being in the capital kinda fucked him up.

yulia - she has a lot of issues with anxiety, and that's both why she has the outlook she does and perpetuates the outlook she has. her calculations are incredible, but she also has a tendency to create self-fulfilling prophecies.

andrey - he actually has abysmal self-esteem and is just really good at pretending otherwise. despite his own personal accomplishments he doesn't see himself as the smart twin or the good twin or even as a person on his own, but as a tool. he objectifies himself.

what i think is fucking hilarious:

daniil - the reason he can catch rats in patho 1 despite not being able to race them is actually because daniil just really likes rats. he has rats he keeps at thanatica that were supposed to be experimented on, but he grew too attached to them and now they're just sort of the lab mascots. he named them after the three musketeers.

artemy - he's scared of spiders. he's not really fond of bugs in general, he thinks they're kind of gross (and so daniil having a beetle collection really wigs him out), but spiders? no. he doesn't shriek or anything when he sees them, but he will freeze and stare at it hoping it will go away. even if it's like, a little tiny thing.

yulia - she's actually the instigator of a lot of gaytable shenanigans. she can sense where an argument might crop up and pokes and prods at it until it bursts. she loves to watch the chaos andrey, peter and daniil get into, even if she sits there pretending she's above it all. she's really just observing them like a bacteria culture in a petri dish.

andrey - the artwork you see in the broken heart? not peter's. that's andrey's. he always sees himself as the blunt instrument but he will dabble from time to time in artistic endeavours, he's just not very good at it.

what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends:

daniil - daniil actually secretly wants to be a parent, but he feels it's not something he'll ever be able to do. he's not confident he'll ever meet the right person to settle down with, he's not confident he'd be able to raise a child on his own, and he's not confident he'd make a good parent. so he's nicer to kids than he is to adults because he has this complex where he's envious of their opportunities to have children while simulteanously thinking it's not an option for him.

artemy - artemy is traumatized by ersher's death and, in fact, thinks it's his fault. maybe his death was an accident and artemy was present for it, or maybe it's just magical thinking on artemy's part, but he's bothered by the thought that it should have been him. he also consistently feels like ersher would have made a better successor to isidor than he is, and sometimes even convinces himself that the plague would not have happened had ersher been alive.

yulia - she knew her relationship with aglaya was doomed before it even started, but when they knew each other she figured that the pain would be worth the temporary happiness. in the aftermath she felt she was wrong about that, and closed herself off to future relationships because of it. she likes to think her emotions play no part in her decisions, so she covers up her feelings in a lot of mathematical talk. not that she'd ever let anyone get close enough to see past that, though eva tries. her feeling that relationships are doomed to failure is why she doesn't reach out.

andrey - he doesn't really take any precautions during the pest because he doesn't feel he has all that much to live for. he cares about peter's wellbeing, but not about his own, and so it doesn't matter to him if he gets sick or gets knifed or whatever - as long as no one hurts his brother. he actually takes the blame for things that peter did; for example, i think peter is the one who killed farkhad, and he did it alone. andrey just decided to take the blame for it, though obviously this doesn't stop saburov from speculating.

what would never work with canon but the canon is shit so i believe it anyway:

daniil - daniil is trans and synthesizes his own hormones.

artemy - i go back and forth on this hc but... i actually think... artemy is not necessarily a bad singer... but i think maybe his voice is like... just not classically good if that makes sense? some people like listening to it.... like me i'm gay

yulia - this is specifically about p2 but yulia is a butch lesbian and you cannot change my mind

andrey - andrey and peter are at least part italian.

[themousefromfantasyland]

The Creatures of Yuletide: Santa Claus

Well, this is the end. I finish my series talking about Holiday creatures and traditions with the most popular gift-giver of all time, Mr. Kris Kringle, Santa Claus.

First of all we need to disperse some myths: He wasn't created by Coca-Cola, and although they immortalized the red and white look, they didn't invent it, the same with his image as jolly old man.

The Coca-Cola ads are from 1930's. This Puck cover is from 1902

Santa Claus started his life as the dutch gift-giver, Sinterklaas. Sinterklaas was a cartoonish version of St. Nicholas that delivered gifts to children on December 5th, Eve of St. Nicholas Day. The name Sinterklaas is an abbreviation of Sint Nikolaas, St. Nicholas. At this point he didn't had reindeers or sleighs. He travelled by horse and was accompanied by Zwarte Piet (the Black Piet) a stereotypical caricature of a black servant.

In his Dutch form he was imagined to carry a staff, ride above the rooftops on a huge white horse and have mischievous helpers who listened at chimneys to find out whether children were being bad or good. These features all link him to the legend of Odin, a god who was worshipped among the Germanic peoples in North and Western Europe prior to Christianization.

Dutch immigrants brought the character to America, more specifically to New Amsterdam, now New York City, along with the custom of giving gifts and sweets to children on his feast day.

Following the Revolutionary War the already heavily Dutch influenced New York City saw a new surge of interest in Dutch customs. In 1804 John Pintard, an influential patriot and antiquarian, founded the New York Historical Society and promoted St. Nicholas as patron saint of both the society and city. On December 6th 1810 the society hosted its first St. Nicholas anniversary dinner and Pintard commissioned the artist Alexander Anderson to draw an image of the saint to be handed out at the dinner. In Anderson's portrayal he was still shown as a religious figure, but now he was also clearly depositing gifts in fireside stockings and is associated with rewarding the goodness of children. While "St. Nicholas day" never quite took off in the way Pintard wanted, Anderson's image of "Sancte Claus" most certainly did.

A year before New York Historical Society's feast, american writer and historian Washington Irving wrote a very untraditional portrayal of St. Nicholas in his satirical fiction Knickerbocker's History of New York.

"At this early period was instituted that pious ceremony, still religiously observed in all our ancient families of the right breed, of hanging up a stocking in the chimney on St. Nicholas Eve; which stocking is always found in the morning miraculously filled; for the good St. Nicholas has ever been a great giver of gifts, particularly to children."

He described a jolly St. Nicholas character who flew in a reindeer pulled sleigh and delivered presents down chimneys.

In 1822, Clement Moore wrote the poem that would cement the image of St. Nicholas as a fat jolly gift-giver, "A Visit from St. Nick", today "The Night Before Christmas". In his poem St. Nicholas no longer visited children on the eve of his feast, but in Christmas Eve, and he travelled in a sleigh pulled by eight reindeers, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen, with Rudolph as a later addition.

Moore drew upon Irving's description and Pintard's New Amsterdam tradition and added some more Odin-like elements from German and Norse legends to create the all-winking, sleigh-riding Saint and also the names for his flying reindeer.

It's important to note that at this point St. Nicholas wasn't a saint anymore, but he still wasn't Santa, he was almost a elf, and everything about him, including his sleigh and reindeers were described as tiny. That's how Santa can come down chimneys without a problem.

Nicholas started to become Santa when cartoonist Thomas Nast did an initial illustration in an 1863 issue of Harper's Weekly, as part of a large illustration titled "A Christmas Furlough".

In a way Thomas Nast can be considered the true inventor of Santa Claus, who becsme in his drawings and illustrations a normal-heigh jolly fat man who travelled in a flying sleigh. In later Nast drawings a home at the North Pole was added, as was the workshop for building toys and a large book filled with the names of children who had been naughty or nice.

In his later 1881 illustration named "Merry Old Santa" the modern Santa character really begins to take shape.

Now we need to talk about the English Father Christmas.

In early medieval England, the pagan Saxons honoured the Frost or Winter King, who had a lot in common with Odin. But, as Christianity became dominant, this figure became more closely associated with the festival celebrating the birth of Jesus.

That was the birth of old bearded figures who personification the feast. This also can be traced back to Odin, which was also used to personify the Yule season.

By the 1400s, he was thought of as a chivalric knight called Sir Christmas, and by the Tudor era he had been charmingly renamed Captain Christmas. He wasn't a gift-giver to children, but a figure who incited people to celebrate the Yuletide feasts.

This made him an enemy of Oliver Cromwell’s righteous government, which outlawed Christmas, fearing that it had become an excuse for unholy drunkenness. In response, the defenders of the tradition renamed the figure Old Father Christmas to make him sound more venerable.

When the monarchy was restored and Charles II took the throne, Father Christmas kept his new name.

When Christmas became popular again in the 19th century, so did Father Christmas, appearing as the Ghost of Christmas Present in Dickens's A Christmas Carol, greeting cards and advertisments.

In the early 16th century, Martin Luther – the German founder of Protestantism – considered Sinterklaas, St. Nicholas, too similar to pagan Odin. Instead he decreed that it was the Christkind who brought gifts.

The Christkind was a magic version of Baby Jesus, and he visited children on the Christmas Eve instead of the Eve of St. Nicholas Day. Later he became a golden haired female angel. Her visits on Christmas Eve may what inspired Santa's visits on this day instead of the traditional December 5th. Her name also became associated with Santa, but been anglicaized as Kris Kringle.

Resuming, Sinterklaas, Father Christmas, Christkind, with a little bit of Odin inspiration, became a single gift-giver figure in the US and North America, and that's how we got Santa Claus.

Now it's important to note that since the 19th century, Santa and Father Christmas became HUGE sources of inspiration for advertisers and department stores. Using a "living Santa" in your store to draw children and their parents goes back to this period. Some use this as to why Santa means nothing more than just the commercialization of Christmas.

However, the sources of Santa are way older, and the character was used for everything, from advertisments to army propaganda.

I'm personally very fond of Santa as a character and to me he means much more than a department store mascot. He's an personification of the jolliness of the holiday, of the children innocent belief in the fantastical and of the transformative power of charity.

I think it's impossible to look at Santa and say, he's just a mascot, considering the number of life's he affected.

Santa is without a doubt a symbol of magic and goodwill, and on this Christmas Eve I hope he brings much more than just toys to you and your family.

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and Happy Yuletide to all, my friends!

[goldenraeofsun]

Won’t you come on over, baby?

A continuation of this verse

“Kick his ass, Peppy!”

Kevin glares across the softball field at the opposite team’s coach. “Can he say that?”

Claire rolls her eyes. “He can say whatever he wants to say. He’s a teacher.”

“He’s surrounded by impressionable minds!” Kevin insists.

Claire picks at her cuticles. “We’re sixteen. Not five. Everyone here has heard the word ‘ass’ before. And if you haven’t, I’ve got some bad news for you.”

“Why are you here, anyway?” Kevin shoots back.

“The view,” Claire says, leaning back against the bleachers smugly.

“This is a girl’s softball game,” Kevin says stupidly.

Claire tugs her ponytail straight. “Oh gee, nothing gets past you, Kev, does it?” She wolf whistles because she can.

Kevin freezes, his eyes narrowed.

Channing turns around on the bench and glares at her.

“Don’t perv on my girlfriend,” Kevin huffs.

“As if,” Claire sniffs. “Channing is not my type.”

“What is?”

“Shut up and watch the game, nerd.”

“The mascots are racing for a plastic trophy. There isn’t a game to watch yet,” Kevin points out. He glances at his watch. “It doesn’t start for ten minutes.”

“Fine, then sit down and shut up. I can hardly hear myself think.”

Kevin crosses his arms across his chest.

They sit in stony silence for the rest of the sham race. Claire buries her head in her hands as Peppy the Pigeon beats Oscar the Owl handily. “Why do we suck so hard?” she groans.

“Probably because we focus on academics rather than athletics,” a new, familiar voice says mildly.

“Mr. Novak!” Kevin squeaks. “What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to watch the game,” Mr. Novak says as he stands over them. “Claire, can you move over?”

“No.”

“Claire,” Kevin hisses, scandalized. How could she just say that to a teacher?

“Find your own seat, Uncle Castiel,” Claire says without looking up.

“You’re her uncle?” he blurts before he can stop himself.

“Yes, as much as Claire would like to deny it,” Mr. Novak says as he sits down gingerly in the little room left on their bench.

Claire begrudgingly shifts. She digs her elbow into Kevin’s side when he doesn’t move out of the way quickly enough. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen you at any games before,” Claire says, her eyes trained on the opposing team. A dark-haired girl walks up to the plate, her wild curls tucked into a ponytail under her helmet.

“I wanted to see what the fuss was about.”

“What fuss?” Claire asks, eyebrows raised. “We suck.”

“We’re not that bad,” Kevin protests. “We won the first game.”

“And lost the four since then,” Claire says dispassionately.

“That’s… not a good record,” Mr. Novak says delicately, his blue eyes narrowing as they survey the opposite team.

“It’s their new coach,” Kevin says, nose wrinkling. “They weren’t this good last year.”

Mr. Novak hums. “Then we’ll just have to step up to the plate.”

Claire snorts. “You are such a doof.”

Kevin shoots her an offended look on behalf of Mr. Novak. Kevin tells him, “He’s their new English teacher, or something.”

“Or something,” Mr. Novak echoes distractedly.

Claire sits up in her seat, looking at Mr. Novak with wide-eyes. “No way,” she breathes.

“What?” Kevin asks.

“You like him,” Claire says gleefully to Mr. Novak.

And Mr. Novak… blushes.

Claire whacks him in the arm. “Oh my God, I am so telling Dad.”

Mr. Novak silences her with a look. “Your father has no business in my love life. Or lack thereof,” he adds.

“Uh huh,” Claire says, and Kevin has never seen her this self-satisfied, including the time she got that 97 on Ms. Flagstaff’s midterm, the highest in the class. She turns to Kevin. “What’s his name?”

“Whose?”

“The softball coach,” Claire says impatiently. “Keep up, Kev.”

Kevin throws her a look. “Why do you think I would know?”

“Because you’re the most competitive person in sophomore year, so you know everything about everybody,” Claire says matter-of-factly.

Kevin tries not to look too pleased with himself. “I heard his name is Mr. Winchester.”

Claire quickly nudges Mr. Novak for confirmation, who sighs. “Yes, his name is Dean Winchester. But that’s all you’re getting out of me.”

Claire’s eyes gleam with challenge. “Have you talked to him, Uncle Castiel?”

“Yes.”

Claire groans. “You are no fun at all.”

“That is why I became a teacher,” Mr. Novak deadpans.

Kevin grins. “You’re a little fun.”

“Thank you, Kevin.”

Claire coughs. It sounds suspiciously like “suckup.”

All three of them watch the next few batters in silence, booing as Edlund scores their first run.

“Okay Mr. Know-it-all,” Claire starts, and Kevin isn’t sure if she’s talking to him or her uncle. “What do you know about her?”

“Who?”

“The girl who just scored,” Claire says, and Kevin can tell from the way Mr. Novak tilted his head, he’s listening in too.

“Nieves?” Kevin says. Claire doesn't react. “Not much. She’s a sophomore. Softball is her only extracurricular.”

Claire wrinkles her nose. “You’re no help.”

“Her best subject is English,” Mr. Novak says, surprising them both. “She’s won several short fiction awards for her horror novellas.”

“How do you know that?” Claire says, her mouth falling open.

Mr. Novak shrugs. “Teachers talk.”

“You mean, you talk to Mr. Winchester,” Claire clarifies.

Mr. Novak shoots a quelling look her way. “I pay attention to gifted students. And despite Principal Adler’s assurances to the contrary, they aren’t all enrolled at Carver.”

“Are you hoping to poach her?”

Mr. Novak shrugs. “She seems happy at Edlund,” he says, “but I have been exploring scholarship options just in case.”

“You should get her to transfer,” Claire says firmly.

“Why?” Mr. Novak asks.

Kevin rolls his eyes. “Because Claire has a crush,” he says, sing-songing the last word.

Claire punches him, hard, in the arm.

Ow, he mouths as Mr. Novak looks the other way.

“Shut up, Kevin.”

“You’re not subtle at all,” Kevin hisses.

Claire mimes slitting her own throat, her glare murderous.

Kevin sits back in his seat, his arm throbbing with victory. He knew something was up with Claire ever since she started coming to these games. She never came to a single one last year, so it was usually just Kevin and a bunch of parents.

Athletics really weren’t all that popular at Carver Preparatory.

But then Claire wandered onto the bleachers sometime around Game 2, and she’s been his steady, if annoying and cranky, companion ever since. It was a mystery, Kevin had been puzzling over for weeks.

He’d thought she was cool, the bad girl of Carver who wore a leather jacket over their uniform and heavy eyeliner. Turns out, she’s a big softie over nice hair and dark eyes.

“You should go over and talk to Mr. Winchester,” Claire says loudly.

Mr. Novak shakes his head. “He looks busy.”

“He looks like he’s yelling at the umpire,” Claire says gleefully.

“Like I said, busy,” Mr. Novak says pointedly.

“How well do you know him, anyway?” Claire asks.

“As well as two educators in separate but competing schools would know each other, I suppose,” Mr. Novak says.

“Yeah, that tells me exactly zip,” Claire says derisively. “How come you aren’t sitting with lover boy, anyway?”

���Claire!” Mr. Novak says sharply.

“What?” Claire crosses her arms across her chest. “I’m just saying.”

“I am still loyal to Carver Preparatory,” Mr. Novak says primly, nodding to the team.

Claire rolls her eyes. “I bet you’re just chicken.”

“I am not ‘chicken.’”

This was not the first time Kevin saw Mr. Novak do literal air quotes, but it never ceases to amaze him. 

“Are too,” Claire says, and who the hell ever told Kevin girls mature faster than boys?

Mr. Novak rolls his eyes to the sky, as if praying for patience. “Please drop it, Claire.”

“You really are no fun,” Claire huffs.

“I try my best,” Mr. Novak says, his voice dry as the Sahara.

They watch the next few innings, growing steadily more silent as Edlund racks up more runs and Carver… does not.

Kevin still cheers when Channing hits the ball. He winces when she gets tagged out at third base.

Claire hangs her head in shame as the two teams line up to slap hands and mutter “good game.” She grumbles, “I don’t know why I keep coming to these things. I’m not a masochist.”

“No, you just like the opportunity to ogle our athletic rivals,” Kevin quips.

“You’re on thin fucking ice, buddy,” Claire says blindly swatting in his direction as she watches Nieves drink from a water bottle.

Mr. Novak cuts in, “Language, Claire.”

“Bite me.”

Mr. Novak opens his mouth, but someone else interjects first, their tone playful, “You gonna take that lying down, Cas?”

Claire’s mouth falls open. “‘Cas’?” she repeats, her eyes wide as she takes in Mr. Novak, looking like a deer caught in the headlights..

Mr. Winchester, because of course it’s Mr. Winchester, clambers up on the bleachers. “I can’t believe you finally showed,” he tells Mr. Novak.

Mr. Novak’s face pinches. “I told you I would come.”

Mr. Winchester grins, slow and easy. “Yeah, but I didn’t believe you.”

Mr. Novak releases a long-suffering sigh. “Don’t you have children to wrangle?”

“I came here to collect my winnings.”

“Come on,” Mr. Novak complains, “That was hardly a serious bet.”

“Never pegged you for a sore loser, Cas,” Mr. Winchester taunts.

“Fine,” Mr. Novak grumbles as he leans forward and quickly presses his mouth to Mr. Winchester’s. “There, happy?”

“I’m friggin’ awesome,” Mr. Winchester says.

Claire rounds on Mr. Novak, her face accusatory. “Just two educators blah blah blah my ass.”

Mr. Winchester’s eyebrows rise, his face disapproving and maybe a little impressed. “I thought all you guys at Edlund were a bunch of dweebs.”

“Dean,” Mr. Novak says through gritted teeth, “Meet my niece, Claire.”

“The rest of ‘em are all dweebs, trust me,” Claire says dispassionately, jerking her head towards Kevin.

Claire Novak is officially the worst.

“I’m Kevin Tran,” Kevin says, ignoring her. “Mr. Novak is my Latin teacher.”

“Well, whaddya know,” Mr. Winchester drawls, “He was mine too.”

“He was?” Kevin asks, looking from Mr. Novak to Mr. Winchester and back again. “But you’re…”

“Old,” Claire finishes for him.

Mr. Novak sighs loudly.

Mr. Winchester snorts. “He was my tutor in high school, actually. We were in the same year.”

Mr. Novak turns pointedly to Mr. Winchester. “Don’t you have a team to get back to?”

“Oh, crap, yeah,” Mr. Winchester says with a wild look around. He ducks down, kisses Mr. Novak again before he can do anything about it, and jumps down off the bleachers.

“I can’t believe you’re dating a jock,” Claire says dispassionately as they watch Mr. Winchester sprint across the field.

Mr. Novak puts his head in his hands.

[alternate-pokemon-next-gen]

Ketchum Family Trivia

Ash’s Trivia

~Ash had spent a lot of his time with Pokemon more than people due to other kids bullying him.

~Ash hadn’t met his first human friend until he was six where he met Anabel.

~Ash and Anabel became very close since both of them could understand Pokemon and grew close to each other.

~Ash had met Serena a little after meeting Anabel, the three of them were close friends.

~When they met up again in Kalos, Ash became a wingman for Serena when he found out about her crush on Aria.

~Ash had gotten attacked by his main bullies and ended up being put in the hospital for a few weeks.

~Ash didn’t encounter Team Rocket due to the fact that Team Rocket was disbanded by his father Red and Red’s friends Blue, Green and Yellow and the revival of Team Rocket was stopped by Gold, Silver and Crystal.

~Ash was childhood friends with Gold and Crystal’s younger siblings Jimmy and Marina.

~Ash loved music ever since he was a baby as his parents would sing to him or play music for him when he was a newborn.

~It’s because of that, Ash is an incredible singer and his aura abilities are connected to his love of music.

~Ash didn’t meet or travel with Brock, Misty, May, Max, Dawn, Cilan, Iris, Serena, Clemont and Bonnie. He traveled with Gold, Silver and Crystal in Kanto, Orange Islands and Johto. Silver and Crystal in Hoenn. Silver, Anabel and Molly in Sinnoh, Unova and Kalos.

~Ash had befriended Jessie, James and Meowth due to them not being part of Team Rocket due to it disbanding before they could join. As such they’re all good friends.

~Ash was going to turn down the offer to be a Frontier Brain when Brandon offered, but when he realized that he could be closer to Anabel he agreed to be a Frontier Brain.

~When Ash met Anabel again and she offered to have him and his family come to her house, he happily agreed and when Silver asked about his battle Ash had simply said “Screw the battle!”

~Ash is a big fan of idols and Pokemon performers, a love that had passed to his older son Lazarus.

~When Ash was little, he could use his aura to read another person’s aura which helped him point out scammers, criminals and con artists who were pretending to be good people.

~Ash could also track someone’s aura so long as he’s seen and analyzed them before.

~Ash was known to befriend all kinds of wild Pokemon, he was so close to them that if he was in trouble wild Pokemon would help him even if they never met him before.

Anabel’s Trivia:

~Anabel used to live in Hoenn before she moved to Kanto.

~After moving to Kanto, Anabel would pretend to be a boy due to other kids from Hoenn saying she couldn’t be a Frontier Brain if she wasn’t an attractive girl.

~When she befriended Ash, she told him that she was a girl but Ash already knew and didn’t care that she was a girl.

~Anabel had befriended Serena around the same time they met.

~Anabel was slightly worried that Serena would try to be with Ash when they were older, but she was reassured by Serena that she wasn’t going to take Ash from her.

~After meeting Ash, she grew out her hair and stopped pretending to be a boy, saying that she’ll become a Frontier Brain because she has someone who believes in her and she wants to battle him one day.

~When she heard Ash was put in the hospital she visited him everyday, sadly he was either unconscious when she visited or so loopy from pain killers that he didn’t know who she was while she was there. She didn’t mind and stayed by his side for as long as she could.

~Anabel has psychic abilities that she’ll only use for emergencies or to help Ash when his aura isn’t enough.

~Anabel enjoys listening to Ash sing and enjoys singing with him.

Silver’s Trivia:

~Silver was childhood friends with Gold and Crystal, he teamed up with them to stop the revival of Team Rocket.

~Despite being Giovanni’s son, he completely rejects any notion of being related to Giovanni. To Silver, Red is the only father he has.

~Silver doesn’t have the same interest in singing as Ash does but he is a good singer when no one is looking.

~Silver was deeply upset when he got word that Ash was put in the hospital and wanted to beat up the bullies who did that to his little brother, but wild Pokemon beat him to it, which amused him.

~Silver always had a crush on Crystal and got annoyed when Gold or any other guy would flirt with her, even if they weren’t dating at the time.

~Before Ash was born, Silver made a promise to Red to always protect his younger brother or sister and keep an eye on them. He always feels horrible when something bad happens to Ash and he either couldn’t stop it from happening or wasn’t there to protect him.

~Silver has a Kyoto accent that comes out when he’s really angry, he always hates it when it pops up.

Crystal’s Trivia:

~When Crystal’s arms were broken when she was little, Silver was there to help her heal even though he had no idea how to help. She appreciated the gesture which is what made her develop a crush on him.

~Even after that day, she felt weak and unworthy of being near him and vowed to never be in that situation again 

~Crystal still works with children when she isn’t being a professor’s assistant.

~Crystal finds Ash to be cute and often calls him ‘sweetie’ out of affection.

~Crystal is close to her younger sister Marina and always supported her relationship with Jimmy and Vincent.

~Crystal enjoys cooking and is very good at it, being the cook of the group (and kicking Gold when he would make a sexist comment about when she was cooking)

~Crystal would later teach Ash how to cook when he was older and she enjoyed teaching him how to cook.

Lazarus’ Trivia:

~Lazarus has a great singing voice like Ash, but he sucks at dancing.

~Lazarus has a huge love for anything dealing with stage performances, which is one reason why he really likes Ariel.

~Lazarus is aware of Ariel’s crush on him and does like her back, he just wants to wait for the right moment to confess his feelings to her.

~Lazarus does have a Pikachu as part of the Ketchum family tradition, his Pikachu is just more of a companion and acts as the Battle Frontier mascot.

~Lazarus’ dream is to create a new kind of Battle Frontier that matches that of the Pokemon gyms and the Elite Four.

~Lazarus is just as reckless as Ash was and Ash can’t even scold him for being reckless without sounding like a hypocrite.

~Lazarus’ battle style is similar to his father’s he plays to his Pokemon strengths and uses his quick thinking skills to create unique counters.

~Lazarus didn’t go to school or daycare when he was younger, preferring to just learn from experience than in school.

~Lazarus’ favorite color is white, he doesn’t know why.

~Lazarus’ favorite food is pancakes and his favorite drink is orange juice.

Chetari’s Trivia:

~The main reason why Chetari was adopted by Ash was because he heard her sing and he has a weakness for anyone who can sing.

~Chetari’s Jigglypuff is the son of the Jigglypuff that would draw on someone’s face if they fell asleep after she was done singing.

~The reason why Chetari has a rapping Swablu was simply because the idea sounded funny.

~Chetari studies human health as well as Pokemon health, someone has to make sure her adopted brother doesn’t hurt himself too badly.

~Chetari’s off color Gallade was based off of a idea me and unknownwolf1996 had where Chetari caught a Kirlia that was the same color as a character from Danganronpa, Kiibo the Kirlia then became a bit of a running gag.

~Chetari has a Zorua because that’s her signature Pokemon no matter what.

~Chetari has a Vaporeon both because I felt she needed an Eeveelution and because Vaporeon wasn’t taken by anyone yet.

~Wanted to replace Draco with Nuzleaf because it would be more fun that way.

~Chetari also has a Pikachu but like Lazarus’ Pikachu, she’s a companion.

~Chetari’s favorite food is pork buns and her favorite drink is tea.

Jewel’s Trivia:

~Jewel loves being with kids and is always happy to catch a Pokemon for them.

~Jewel often has to scold her cousin Lazarus for when he does something reckless.

~Jewel is a very good artist and photographer, she also enjoys scrap booking and is very good at it.

~Jewel is an amazing dancer, but she isn’t the best at singing.

~Jewel had went to school when she was younger before she applied as an assistant for Professor Cerise.

~Jewel knows her younger sister is afraid of Pokemon and often tries to get her used to Pokemon she catches, sometimes it works.

~Jewel is happy to provide Pokemon to help her cousin’s dream.

~Jewel always ties her hair in a bun or in a ponytail when she’s flying to avoid having her hair in her face and when she’s in the field so her hair doesn’t get in the way.

~Jewel also has an outfit for field work she wears as she doesn’t want to get her kimono dirty or ripped.

~Jewel’s team is built for capturing Pokemon similar to Crystal’s team with Meganium being her land transportation, Pidgeot being air transportation, Gothia using Mean Look to prevent Pokemon from escaping, Hitmonlee to be a battler for stronger Pokemon, Foongus to make Pokemon easier to catch with status effects and Pawniard to use False Swipe.

~Jewel was given Hitmonlee as a opposite to Crystal’s Hitmonchan. 

~Jewel’s favorite color is red, which is why she loves her hair.

~Jewel’s favorite food is ramen and her favorite drink is green tea.

Morado’s Trivia:

~Morado’s hair was a lot lighter when he was younger, it got darker when he got older due to him spending a lot of time in the sun.

~Morado doesn’t like interacting with kids his own age as he thinks other kids aren’t as interesting as Pokemon.

~Morado doesn’t openly trust other kids despite his optimism.

~Morado likes music like his father and brother, he enjoys playing with drums.

~Morado has an interest in sports and wants to take up some sports when he’s older.

~Despite wearing purple and his name meaning purple, Morado’s favorite color is actually blue.

~Morado’s favorite food is omelette rice and his favorite drink is milk.

Tamako’s Trivia:

~Tamako loves her long hair and refuses to have it cut, even if her bangs are in the way of her vision.

~The barrette she wears was given to her so she didn’t have to cut her bangs.

~Tamako enjoys being with other kids her age and has a lot of friends at school.

~While she is afraid of being near Pokemon she isn’t familiar with, she still will heal them if any of them are injured.

~Her slight fear of Pokemon came from an incident she doesn’t like talking about as it brings up too many bad memories.

~Tamako speaks with a Kyoto dialect, though she often hides it as she finds it embarrassing.

~Tamako’s favorite color is turquoise.

~Tamako’s favorite food are dangos and her favorite drink is lemonade.

[the-dragon-central]

Hey everyone, @astrid-foreverythingelse here! So this drabble is actually for a request we received on our AO3 account (hence no ask to answer) but we still wanted to be able to share it with you in case it was something you guys were interested in.  Hope you enjoy!

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Modern AU Hiccup and Astrid take Zephyr and Nuffink to the Berk Wildlife Rehabilitation Center and Sanctuary for "Bring Your Kid To Work Day". They introduce them to their most well-known inhabitants; Toothless, a black jaguar and Luna, an albino leopard, Stormfly, a Newfoundland white wolf/Florida black wolf hybrid, Hookfang, a tigon (a hybrid born from a tiger and a lioness), Meatlug, a Syrian Brown Bear, Barf and Belch, a two-headed King cobra, Cloudjumper, a great gray owl, (Strix nebulosa lapponica), Skullcrusher, a northern white rhino, Grump, a Bornean sun bear, Windshear, an Iberian lynx, and Sharpshot, a vervet monkey and the sanctuary's mascot.

I absolutely loved the challenge this prompt was so thank you so much for submitting it, and I hope its at least somewhat like what you had in mind! It's quite a long one so it's coming in at least 3 parts. Enjoy, Parts 2 and 3 to come soon!

Wild Life

“Alright, now do we remember all the rules?”  Astrid looked down at her two children vibrating in place with excitement.

Her husband chuckled behind her.  “I don’t think they’re listening anymore.”

“This isn’t funny, Hiccup.  Some of these animals can be very dangerous.”

“I’m aware, but we aren’t seeing those animals today.”

“Guys, I’m serious.  Animals aren’t always predictable, especially when they’re hurt like these animals are, so we have to be careful today.  Understood?”

The children nodded fervently, bouncing in place.  Astrid sighed, knowing it was a losing battle, and simply opened the door to the Berk Wildlife Rehabilitation Center and Sanctuary, gesturing her children into the large welcoming center.  Light poured in from the glass ceiling as the children spun slowly in awe, soaking up every bit of information their little brains could handle.

Suddenly, a Vervet monkey jumped down from his perch above the door and onto Hiccup’s shoulder.  He scratched the monkey’s cheek as the kids ran over to meet him.

“Daddy, is that Sharpshot?” Zephyr asked excitedly.

“Yes it is!  Our first resident and very own mascot!” Hiccup confirmed, kneeling down so the kids could get a better look.  “We found him when he was just a little baby. We think he was abandoned because he had two broken legs and a broken arm.  He might have fallen from a tree and his parents couldn’t find him.”

“That’s sad,” Nuffink said, puckering his lower lip as he reached out to the little monkey.  His forlorn expression didn’t last long, though, as Sharpshot immediately ran down Hiccup’s arm and onto Nuffink’s shoulder.

“It is sad,” Astrid jumped in, “But since we’ve had him for almost as long as he’s been alive, he loves being around humans.  He’s very quiet and gentle, so that’s why he’s our mascot.”

Hiccup stood up as Nuffink and Zephyr played with Sharpshot, jokingly bumping into his wife.  “Still think they won’t want to join the family business?” Hiccup smirked.

Astrid rolled her eyes and smiled.  “I never said they wouldn’t. They have far too much of you in them.”

“Oh, sure,” Hiccup added sarcastically.  “Alright, heathens, do you want to meet more animals or is this little guy all you wanted to see?”

“MORE!” the children screamed in unison.

“Then let’s get moving!”

~~~~~

Astrid and Hiccup couldn’t get enough of the wide-eyed wonder rolling off of their children in the backseat of the doorless Jeep as they drove to check on the first two animals, Sharpshot jumping between Nuffink and Zephyr’s laps and Hiccup and Astrid’s shoulders.  Astrid tried yet again to warn the children of the wild nature of these animals and how they weren’t all necessarily as playful as Sharpshot, but the warning seemed to fall on deaf ears. She knew they were listening from their distant nods, but they were also much more intrigued by the rehabilitation center flying by around them.

“Hey there, Snotlout!” Hiccup said, pulling up to the first fenced-in area.

Snotlout spun around at the sound of his name, eyes falling on the Haddocks.  “Hey Hiccup, Astrid,” he said, walking up to lean against the fence. “I should’ve known you’d be the ones to actually take part in Bring Your Kids To Work Day.”

“Hi Snotlout!” Nuffink cried from the backseat.

“Hey, Nuff!  Have you ever seen a tigon before?”

“What’s a tigon?” Zephyr asked.

Snotlout didn’t answer; he only smiled and turned his back. He took a deep breath and bellowed, “Hookfang!  Lunch time!”

Zephyr and Nuffink looked around curiously as Hiccup and Astrid smiled at each other.  The air was still, disturbed only by a gentle breeze rustling the leaves in the nearby trees.

Suddenly, a roar broke through the calm as a big cat bounded out of the tall grass towards the unconcerned Snotlout within the enclosure.  Zephyr and Nuffink screamed as the man was tackled by the animal.

Astrid laughed.  “It’s okay! Look!”

The fearful, wide-eyed pair frantically looked back to see the animal simply licking Snotlout’s face.  He laughed as he playfully pushed the big cat off of him. “Alright, alright, come on, Hookie, get off!”

Snotlout wiped off his face as he stood and looked back to the kids.  “Zephyr, Nuffink, meet Hookfang the Tigon.”

This time they truly paid attention to the big cat now rubbing his head against Snotlout’s stomach.  He wasn’t very large as compared to a lion or other “big cats” of the wild, but he was quite muscular.  His belly was covered in white fur and the rest of his body orange, with faint black stripes peppered across his back.

Well, most of his back.

“What happened to him?”  Zephyr asked quietly, eyes fixed on the large patches of exposed skin.

Snotlout pursed his lips.  “Well, do you know where tigons are from?”

Nuffink jumped up, eager to answer the question, but stopped when he couldn’t think of one.

Zephyr pondered for a moment.  “Um...”

“Exactly,” Snotlout interrupted.  “They’re not an animal that happens naturally in the wild.  Tigers and lions don’t live on the same continent. So tigons and ligers, you can only find them in captivity.”

“Oh,” Zephyr said.

“This guy,” Snotlout continued, scratching behind Hookfang’s ears, “had another owner.  This guy was an exotic animal enthusiast. He had all kinds of animals on this big property hidden back in some woods, and not all of them legal.”  He paused for a moment to reach for the lid of a cooler. “Back, Hookfang!”

The tigon obeyed, turning his back and walking away towards the tall grass.  Snotlout pulled out a large steak of meat and hurled it towards Hookfang, who lunged at and grabbed the meat before disappearing back into the grass.

Snotlout walked back to the fence, continuing his story.  “There was a big fire, no one is really sure how it started.  They think it might have been something in the barn that caught, but by the time anyone found it, the entire property was up in flames.  Including the enclosures. Most of the animals had died by the time anyone got back to the property, and the owner, too. The few that did survive the fire ended up dying because their burns were so bad.  Hookfang was the only one that made it.”

Zephyr gasped quietly, and Hiccup turned around to see tears in not only her eyes, but Nuffink’s as well.  Even Sharpshot was sitting solemnly still in Zephyr’s lap.

“It took a lot of surgeries and skin grafts and medicine, but Hookfang pulled through.  And his skin is strong and healthy now. He won’t be able to grow fur back in the places where the worst burns were, but he doesn’t seem to mind.  We can’t release him into the wild because he’s never lived in the wild before, so he’ll live here for the rest of his life unless we can find somewhere better for him.”  Snotlout smiled at Zephyr’s sigh of relief. “He’s really happy here, I promise.”

“Alright, we’ve got a lot more animals to see,” Astrid interjected.  “Thank you, Snotlout.”

“Thank you!” the kids said in unison.

Snotlout saluted the family as they took off towards the next healing animal.

~~~~~

“Is that a polar bear?!” Zephyr cried.

“Not quite, Zeph,” Fishlegs corrected.  “She’s actually a Syrian Brown Bear; see how she’s more of a gray color and has some darker brown patches on her back?  She’s a lot smaller than a polar bear would be, too. Her name is Meatlug. Go on! Go up to the enclosure and meet her!”

Nuffink’s eyes grew wide and sparkly.  “Really?!”

“Sure!” Fishlegs encouraged.  “She’s and older bear, but she’s very playful.  She fell down a cliff when she was young and suffered some brain damage.  Physically, she’s one of our healthiest residents. Mentally, she’s still just a cub.”

“Is that why she’s still here?” Zephyr asked, running up to the enclosure.

“Yepp.  At first we were afraid she just wouldn’t grow, but she did.  Now we’re just worried that she’s too young mentally to defend herself.”  Meatlug curiously watched the children bouncing excitedly on the opposite side of the fence as Fishlegs made his way inside the enclosure.  “Come here, girl, it’s okay!”

Meatlug slowly approached Fishlegs, eyes on the children.  When she was about three feet away from her caretaker, she froze and tilted her head.

“What is it, girl?” Fishlegs asked.  “Don’t tell me you’re going to be shy now!”

Meatlug turned to Fishlegs and sniffed his direction.  She paused for a moment before standing up on her hind legs, tongue hanging out of her mouth, and bouncing over to him.  Fishlegs laughed delightedly as he embraced her and scratched her neck.

“Come on, you silly bear!” he said, leading her over to fence where the children patiently stood.

Back in the Jeep, Hiccup sat with an arm around Astrid and his other hand scratching Sharpshot’s head.  Astrid laid her head on Hiccup’s shoulder as they watched their children playing with the bear, both convinced the pair will end up in veterinarian school when they grow older.

Suddenly, they heard talons on the roof of the Jeep, making the three of them jump.

“Cloudjumper?” Astrid wondered aloud, jumping out of the Jeep.  Hiccup did the same, pulling Sharpshot up on his shoulder.

Sure enough, the Great Gray Owl was perched on roof.

“That’s odd,” Astrid mused.  “He only ever perches up there when we aren’t in it.”

“Unless-”

“Hoo-hoo!  Hoo-hoo!”

Astrid and Hiccup shared a worried look.  Hiccup spun around. “Zephyr! Nuffink! Come on, we need to go!”

“Aw, but Dad!” Nuffink started.  “Can’t we just-”

“Now, guys!”

Zephyr and Nuffink heard the worried urgency in their father’s voice now as they saw their parents scramble into the Jeep.  They ran back as they watched the owl take off and fly down the road. The two were barely in their seats before Hiccup took off after the owl.

“Who’s that?”  Zephyr asked.

“Cloudjumper,” Astrid explained.  “He’s actually not a resident here anymore, he just sort of hangs around.  He had a broken wing that we fixed a while back, but after we released him, he managed to find his way here again.  We can’t really get him to leave.”

“So why are we following him?” Nuffink asked.

“Well, we figured out after a while of him being back that he doesn’t interact much with the animals.  He just sort of... Hangs back, and watches. He never makes a sound, never bothers anyone. But if any of our animals are in trouble, he finds a staff member and pretty much harasses them until they follow.  It’s the only time he approaches any other animal or human, and the only time he ever makes a sound.”

“Awesome,” Nuffink whispered.

“That’s one way to put it,” Astrid agreed, smiling back at her son.

“Who’s in trouble?” Zephyr asked.

“By the looks of the path were taking, probably Windshear,” Astrid thought aloud.

“Isn’t Heather here today?  I thought she went out to see her this morning,” Hiccup said.

“Maybe she needs help,” Astrid offered.

“Who’s Windshear?” Zephyr asked.

“She’s a young Iberian lynx.  After she left her mother, she wasn’t able to thrive.  Since lynxes are endangered, we took her in, in the hopes that we’d be able to release her back.  She hasn’t really taken to anyone except Heather, though.”

“Which is what worries me,” Hiccup added.  “If Heather can’t wrangle her in, I don’t think anyone can.”

Cloudjumper did in fact lead them to Windshear’s enclosure, confirmed when the owl landed on a tree within it.  “Stay here, guys,” Hiccup ordered his children as he and Astrid stepped out of the Jeep. Nuffink and Zephyr nervously watched as their parents carefully entered the enclosure.

“Windshear!” Astrid called.  “Heather?”

“Everybody alright in here?” Hiccup asked.

No response was given, making Hiccup and Astrid more nervous.

“Do you think we should drive through and look for them?”  Hiccup quietly asked Astrid.

“I don’t know.  We don’t have doors on the Jeep, I don’t want her to jump out and grab the kids.”

“I don’t either, but these enclosures are huge.  We can’t exactly walk it and look for them.”

Astrid gave her husband a displeased look; she was not looking for his sarcasm right now.  “Maybe we should just walkie Control, they’ll know where Heather is. If she’s here, we’ll send for someone to help her.  If not-”

“WINDSHEAR, NO!”

At the sound of Heather’s voice, much closer than either of them expected it to be, Hiccup immediately took off.  Astrid spun around to the kids and cried, “Stay in the Jeep, do not go anywhere, we’ll be right back!”  She sprinted after Hiccup before they could respond.

They burst through a line of shrubs and found Heather standing off with the lynx.  She spun around for only a moment to see who it was that entered the clearing. “Astrid, Hiccup, stay back!  I’ve got this!”

Astrid took in the sight of Windshear, ready to pounce.  “Are you sure?” she asked warily.

“Yes!”

“What can we do?” Hiccup asked, ignoring her words.

“Get back behind the shrubs!  I don’t want her to feel like we’re ganging up on her, she’s just scared.”

Hiccup and Astrid hesitantly obeyed, slowly backing into the shrubs to watch in case Heather needed help.

“Hey, Windshear,” Heather cooed.  “It’s alright, girl, it’s just me.  You’re okay...”

Hiccup and Astrid held their breath as Heather slowly approached Windshear.  She may still be smaller than she should be from her low weight, but that only made her more vicious.  Her ears twitched slightly at Heather’s soothing voice, prompting Heather to continue. “That’s right, it’s just me, girl.  I just want to get a good look at you, make sure you’re okay.”

Windshear relaxed her stance slightly, laying on the ground as she watched Heather.

“That’s my good girl, Windshear.  Come here, it’s okay.” Heather slowly lowered herself to the ground now, sitting in the grass and giving Windshear the chance to close the distance.

Windshear didn’t move for a moment, carefully watching Heather’s every move.  Heather remained perfectly still, holding an outstretched hand in her direction.  Eventually, Windshear slowly slinked towards Heather, sniffing the air and listening intently.  Astrid grabbed Hiccup’s arm as the lynx slowly leaned in to sniff Heather’s fingers, desperately praying that she wouldn’t take a bite.

But instead, Windshear licked Heather’s fingers and rubbed her head against her hand, stepping into Heather’s lap and curling up comfortably.

Hiccup and Astrid both breathed a sigh of relief, catching Windshear’s attention.

Heather chuckled.  “It’s okay, girl, they won’t hurt you,” she said, petting the lynx’s head.

Hiccup and Astrid slowly stood.  “Are you alright?” Hiccup asked.

“Yeah, we’re all good now,” Heather said with a smile.  “I can take it from here. Thanks, guys.” Windshear stiffened as Hiccup and Astrid straightened, lazer eyes locked on the pair.  Heather’s smile faded as she observed her defensive stance over Heather. “Though I will politely ask you to slowly get out so she doesn’t freak out again.”