#but also I don’t want to pass out while reading bedtime stories

[aliosne]

I am so sleepy and I feel like an exasperated parent on a car trip like you HAD a chance to pee back at the last rest stop I ASKED you

[curtsycream]

I apologize if the request makes no sense this is only my second one. You don't have to do this, but I was wondering if you could do a one shot of TF141 x fem!child reader (6 y/o&platonic) where they are on a mission in an abandoned city and they find the reader stuck in one of the buildings with the bodies of her dead parents and no way to escape the building without help. How would they get her out of there? Would Gaz and sope step up to comfort her? How would ghost deal with the child given his past? What would happen after they healed? Would price decide to adopt them as TF141's daughter?

Their Daughter

Platonic!TF141 x Fem!Child Reader

I hope you enjoy this I kind of got carried away, I hope it’s to your liking. Also not proofread I really suck at that sometimes. It makes perfect sense to me don’t worry!

It would be Gaz that finds you first when they’re scoping out the buildings for any signs of life. The second he takes you in he felt sick to his stomach noticing who you were laying between. Gaz would try his best to get you out alone, it isn’t protocol but he tries without thinking. That is until he realizes what he as to do and uses his comms to call over the rest of 141.

I’d like to think that they have a code word for when it involves something as devastating as this. In which Ghost would stick back unless absolutely needed. It’s mostly a precaution just in case seeing the scene triggers his PTSD.

But luckily he doesn’t need to see that unfold as Price and Soap are just as capable of helping. The three men would carefully examine the situation before deciding what to do. It wouldn’t be long before they get you out of there. With Price and Soap raising a few support beams for Gaz to crawl under and pull you free.

When you’re finally free it seems you don’t react to what is happening. Which is normal sometimes there are mental delays when it comes to experiencing something so traumatic.

But even when you’re still in shock Soap speak calmly to you trying to make sure you’re okay. “how’re you, lass?” His gentle voice comforting causing you to lean into it.

When you weren’t in Soap’s arms you would be in Gaz’s both men taking turns. A hint of attachment due to what you seemed to go through. But honestly you weren’t complaining your mind was off of the situation.

At first when Soap explains what happened and why he had to stay back. Ghost would keep his distance from you not because he didn’t like you. But because he didn’t want to break down around you. He didn’t cry often, at least publicly, but he knew he would when looking at someone so young who had already went through so much.

Your injuries from the accident left you in a leg splint with minor bruising on the rest of your body. Luckily they got you out in time as you were close to passing out from a lack of oxygen. The tiny space you were stuck in between your parents was close to falling by the time Gaz found you.

While you healed you would get visited by Gaz and Soap at least two times a day. Price would stop by at night to read you a bedtime story. It was his way of showing he cared about your situation. His care was paternal in nature, he always made sure the doctor was doing his job right. Any time you had the slightest look of discomfort on your face he would address the doctor. “Are you sure you’re doing that right? Can’t you see she’s in pain?” He always meant well of course.

The only person who didn’t visit you was Ghost at least to your knowledge. He would always visit when Price left at times when you would sleep. He never stepped foot in the hospital room only looked through the glass window.

When you were finally released from the hospital you found out quickly that Price meant business. The 6 months you were in the hospital he was working and fighting for custody over you. You had no other living relatives but it was a bit of a struggle since you were from a different country. Though with what seemed like pure luck he was able to adopt you.

While they were deployed you stayed on base in your own room. It was located right beside Price’s which you were okay with.

Ghost didn’t speak to you until one night when he was walking down the hall. He heard the sounds of screams alerting him. He realized they were coming from your bedroom. Something clicked in his mind as he rushed in without hesitation. The sight of you wringing around in bed with tears streaming down your cheeks hurt him emotionally.

Due to his experience with his own nightmares he stepped closer to you. Sitting on your bed he gently woke you up making sure not to startle you. When you were up he allowed you to cling to him as he held you close. The two of you sitting there in the comforting silence. From that night forward Ghost couldn’t see himself straying too far from your aid.

From the second they met you, you were their daughter even if it was only legal on Price’s end. When they were on missions you were in the care of Laswell at times. The station chief didn’t mind she liked spending time with you.

When they weren’t on missions and had time to go back home they made a change. It only made since to be nearby so that you could actively see Soap, Gaz, and Ghost. They may have decided to invest in a house big enough for all five of you. These men are passionate about those they love and you’re like are a daughter to them.

During there time off they don’t waste a second giving you any and everything you want. From movie nights to family game nights.

As you get older and start school they make sure it’s somewhere close to where they can travel between the base and home. You’re a military kid, but don’t worry you don’t change schools often.

You tend to go to Soap for stress relief as he knows how to cheer you up with ease. Ghost is someone you go to when it comes to your nightmares and worries as he makes sure to give you the best advice. Sometimes the best advice is none in his opinion though. Gaz is who you stick to a lot for comfort he gives the best hugs and cuddles. While Price is the one you look to for protection, not that you don’t with all of them, it’s just he’s your central father figure.

You never have much to worry about with them behind you.

[raccoonfallsharder]

go to frickin' bed ✩࿐࿔ (the captain says to)

hey kiddo. snuggle up in your favorite blanket. drink some sleepytime tea. stop doomscrolling. let rocket put on his dad-glasses and read you a bedtime story. captain's orders.

in honor of it being finals season for many of you, i'm resharing the go to frickin' bed already drabble/minific from ✩࿐࿔ take what you need here, in full. ao3 version here.

fluff | gn reader | no use of y/n | drabbles | word count: 737.

You almost don’t hear him at first.

“Hey.” Rock snaps his fingers at you. “You with me?”

“Mmm?” You pick your eyes up from your work, and you’re surprised by how much they weigh. “Sorry? What?”

Rocket’s standing next to the couch, staring at you. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Just catching up on some stuff,” you tell him, grimacing down at the Terran laptop cradled on your thighs. You close your eyes in annoyance, and wonder if you can get away with just, like, not opening them again.

“You look like shit.”

“And you know how to turn on the sweet-talk,” you say mildly.

“How much sleep did you get last night?”

You frown and reach for your coffee mug - take a sip before you realize it’s room-temperature, and grimace. You set the caffeine back down. “I don’t know. Like…” You try to calculate when you went to bed, then adjust for the time you probably spent scrolling on your phone, and compare it to when your alarm went off this morning. “Like, maybe fourish hours? Could’ve been five, but I woke up in the middle and it was hard to turn my brain off.”

His carnelian eyes narrow, and his ears flick toward you. “Aren’t you Terran humies supposed to get, like, seventeen hours of sleep or something?”

You choke. “What? No. That’s, like, cats or something. What the hell?”

“Well, how many, then?”

“Like - eight. Ideally. But I think some people need more and some need less.”

He eyes you witheringly. “I can tell you right now, you ain’t one of the ones who needs less.”

An exhausted laugh stumbles up your ribs and over your lips. “You’re such an ass.”

His eyes are still narrowed, tracking you. He pulls a thin piece of tech out of his pocket, then looks at you. “When d’you gotta get up tomorrow?”

You pull up your calendar. “God. Uh. Probably in like – ten hours?”

He holds up a clawed finger. “I’ll be back in one. Then I’m taking you to bed.”

You clutch imaginary pearls. “Buy me dinner first, dude.”

“Ohhh,” he drawls. “I see. You got jokes.” He’s still brandishing that single, sharp-clawed finger, extending his arm till it’s an inch away from the tip of your nose. “One hour. Get your shit together and in a good place to stop by then.” He snags your coffee mug. “And no more of this frickin’ poison tonight.” He gives you that stupid wink of his and turns to swagger away before tossing over his shoulder, “Captain’s orders.”

“Geeezus,” you groan, but as soon as he’s rounded the corner, you start trying to figure out what you can do before it’s time to wrap up. When Rocket gets an idea in his head, it’s not like you can do anything to stop him.

Sure enough, he’s back – too soon. You’d lost track of time once again, which is probably why you never go to bed at a reasonable hour in the first place.

What’s surprising isn’t that he’s back, but that he has a mug in his hands. From here, you can smell something peppermint-sweet, and you know it’s the Usarkian bedtime tea that Mantis brings you whenever she passes by Knowhere.

“C’mon,” he says impatiently, and you sigh and close your laptop. He stops you before you can bundle everything up in your arms, soundlessly handing you the tea while he collects your belongings and gestures for you to follow him with a brisk nod of his head. You sip the tea carefully as you trail after him – but he waits while you drink it, while you brush your teeth and get changed. “In,” he orders.

You want to tell him, This is fuckin’ ridiculous – but it’s also kind of nice. Meekly, you slide into bed, and he fully tucks you in, pulling the blankets up to your chin. Your eyes must be huge, but you let him, and you might think you had already fallen asleep and that this is all a dream – except he’s scowling and grumbling I gotta take care of everything around here while he fusses with the blankets, and that’s how you know he hasn’t been bodysnatched or something.

“All right,” he says gruffly. “I’m turnin’ out the lights.”

That brandished claw is back.

“And put your frickin’ phone-thing away, or I’ll turn off the Terran internet. You know I will.”

remember: brains don't retain jackshit without sleep, nutrients, and moments of rest.

you got this. you're gonna win your finals.

check the ✩࿐࿔ take what you need masterlistfor more self-care reminders, including eat somethin, take a fuckin study break, and drink some goddamn water (yeah that still means you).

[halaboyz]

DOGS & EXES — J. CHANGMIN

CHAPTER 17.1 ! # ... the difference between home and a house !? (flashback cont)

wc: 933 + 3 images; warnings: swearing/cursing, minor charac death

“Where’s your fucking boyfriend when you need him?” Your father curses through his teeth, tears in his eyes due to the perfectly fresh news of his wife passing away. He can’t bear seeing his daughter also having to break down in front of him with no one to lean on. He can’t have you leaning on him, when his life had just ended with his wife’s life. 

“Dad,” You manage to lifelessly retort, glaring at him with blurred eyes. You were just as heartbroken— and with Changmin being unable to answer your phone calls and text messages, you were alone in that hallway. You were alone despite your father being physically there. You were really alone when you finally stood up in a hurry when Changmin returned a mere thirty second-call, basically telling you to suck it up and if you don’t, just call your other friends because he can’t leave a damn party. And yes— he didn’t know why— he didn’t ask— he didn’t let you tell him what happened. Just— call your other friends. You had friends.

“y/n.” You hear Hinata and Jurin running up to you in a hurry, tears already in their eyes as they embrace you tightly in their arms and rub your back. You hadn’t even stopped crying, yet more tears escaped your eyes and a sob finally reached someone’s ears after holding it for so long. “Uncle said you’ve been here in this position for hours already, y/n. And he doesn’t seem to be doing so well himself. Let’s get you home, hmm?” Jurin wipes your tears as you messily nod at her, glancing at the morgue for the last time before letting them drag you home. 

“I’m so sorry we were late, y/n.” Hinata sighs, reaching for your hand. Jurin quietly drove and continuously glanced through the rear mirror, nodding. “What did Changmin say? Is he on the way?”

“He said to call you. I wasn’t planning to, since you had classes.” You blurt out lifelessly, rasp in your voice due to being unable to talk for hours and crying. Hinata had a sour expression on, speechless. “He doesn’t know. He didn’t ask. Haknyeon’s on the way, though.” No one uttered another word until you were finally on your humble abode, graced by your dad locked in his room. Jurin and Hinata knew you were not just heartbroken with the passing of your mom who you weren’t able to see in months, but also heartbroken with the fact that your boyfriend wasn’t able to ask what happened, how you were, or just anything. You’d even take if he asked if you were still alive. 

But not even that was given to you. 

“I’d ask you guys if you wanted something to drink, but I’m too tired to do so. Haknyeon will. He’s probably a kilometer or two near.” You smiled at them and proceeded to close your room door, sparing them a glance as they nodded at you. You sigh, opening your door once again after a few seconds. They perk up and wait for you to speak, and you smile at them gratefully. “Thank you for coming, guys. You can leave whenever. Be safe.”

“Y/n, take your time mourning, okay? We’ll be right by you.” You smile for the last time before shutting them out, letting the four walls be your view for the whole day. Those said walls full of memories you made growing up— hugging your mom to sleep, hearing her read you bedtime stories until you drifted, calling for her when you got your first period, or when you hit puberty and openly shouted back at her, when you happily called her when you passed your university college. Everything. And that one corner you have that had a picture of your family with Changmin, when you first officially introduced him. 

The next second you were crying once again, drowning in your own tears as it pooled your worn out pillows. 

To top your week off, having to feel being trampled on, thrown away all the while you were desperate and vulnerable by your boyfriend, you timed packing all your things up and breaking the news to him once he step foot in your shared apartment. 

His eyes roam around the bags you packed and your tired eyes, planning to even engulf you in a tight hug before you push his arms down, declining it. 

“Changmin, let’s end this.” You barely let out a whisper, unable to keep your eyes on him. You hear Ghana’s paws running around from his water and to his bed, even sniffing your foot and your bags as he jumped on you to welcome you home. 

Changmin’s face drops and scrunches when he hears you, craning his neck confusingly. “Baby, what do you mean?” He reaches for your hands desperately, thumb rubbing the back of your palm to calm you down. “W-what do you mean? What do you mean end? No, no… I don’t want to,” 

But you don’t say anything more. You just let him load your words onto his brain, even if it meant carving it letter by letter. And by the next minute, you let him drown in his own misery (as if you weren’t), breaking free of his hold on you and leaving him on his own with your self-proclaimed child.

He can’t even stand on his own two feet as he came stumbling on the floor the moment he let go of you, hearing the door unlocking and locking that signaled your leave.  You left. You left your home— and your house. 

૮ - ﻌ • ა SYNOPSIS ! exes co-parenting a dog?! you see yourself facepalming when you see your ex's text, asking if you could see the dog you adopted together, ghana, because he keeps waiting for you by the door of the apartment you once shared. the next thing you knew, you were walking to the park you agreed to meet up.

CHARACS ! ex! ji changmin x fem! reader; ghana; tbz' sunwoo & haknyeon, xg's jurin & hinata

WARNINGS ! some jokes may be offensive (using 'lord' in the whole series), cursing, if i missed something tell me!

# ... m.list | chap 17 | chap 17.1 | chap 18

taglist: @molensworld @maiiitime @yeosangsbiceps @taylorluvation

[alohaasaloevera]

PART 2 TO MY CHRONIC NOSEBLEEDING LANCE!! MORE BACKSTORY LMAO

(THIS WAS NOT BETA’D I WILL CHECK IN THE MORNING)

(For @is-this-anxiety, who couldn’t mentally handle the first part.)

Part 1

—

“I am completely fine with Keith and James being together!” Which is obviously a lie, but anyways, “But I am Keith’s rival! It’s Keith and Lance, neck and neck, not James and Keith, neck and neck!”

“Calm down buddy,” Hunk sighs, instantly regretting his choice of telling him the gossip, “I’m sure they’re just ignoring all the unwanted attention they’ve been getting recently. I’m pretty sure the rivalry doesn’t even matter to both of them.”

Lance’s heart breaks into at the implication (ok, it wasn’t really implied, but still!) that the rivalry he had with Keith was nothing more than a one-sided desperate attempt for the other to notice him—which, kinda actually was.

“But,” he still tries to reason, because his mamá didn’t raise no quitter, “Rivals don’t kiss each other!”

“That didn’t stop you.”

Shit. He’s got a good point.

“Whatever. I’m leaving.” He says, ripping off the non-existent blanket on top of him and pouting like the totally mature 22-year old he is. “I promised mamá I’d work on the farm.”

“She was actually the one who insisted you stay in here for a day or two! The Garrison was pissed, since they needed you to come to work this week for whatever reason.” Hunk grimaces, “Iverson needed to have a talk with you.”

Lance immediately (but lightly) cannonballs back into the bed, groaning as the reality of staying here for more than an hour sinks in. “Did anyone else come?”

“Everyone else was busy,” Hunk states flatly, “But I did hear that Keith actually came here a few hours ago.”

“Well, of course he did. He was one of the closest to me when I passed out, so he probably took me here.”

“Lance, you’ve been knocked out for like a day. I also heard that he looked very, and I mean very worried, so worried that he literally slammed the doors open when he entered.”

Welp. Now he’s going to go down a rabbit hole of wondering why Keith decided to come here, especially since they haven’t been talking as much recently.

“He’s probably just sad he doesn’t have good ol’ Lancey here to fall asleep with,” He jokes, before instantly shutting his mouth.

“And what do you exactly mean by that?”

—

Keith presses Lance’s contact and calls him. Said man is downstairs, but asking what he wants through call will be a million times less embarrassing than if he did ask face to face.

His phone rings two times before Lance answers, “Keith? What’s wrong?”

“Can you… talk about your day?”

“Why? Is there anything wrong? Are you dying? Oh god, I haven’t even taken you to see my family in Varadero—” He hears papers being pushed away and the sound of a pen clicking frantically, before Lance screams, “How much time do you think you have? It’s awfully sweet, I must say, that your last dying wish is to hear me ramble! It has been an honor to—”

“No, Lance. I’m not dying. I just… miss your voice.” And damn, if he’d be lying if he says he doesn’t want to suffocate himself with his pillow right then and there.

“…Really?” Lance says, a hint of skepticism in his voice.

“Really.” Keith confirms.

“Ok, but why do you want me to talk about my day? That’ll take like… a bagillion hours.”

“Because—” Keith stops for a moment, contemplating whether or not he should tell Lance about what he wants. He thinks about how Lance will probably laugh at him for even suggesting it, but then he remembers how caring Lance actually is, and the most he’ll do is awkwardly laugh and end the conversation. “Because I plan to fall asleep to your voice. It’s calming.”

There’s silence for a good while, and just when Keith starts to think this might have been a bad idea, Lance responds with: “So.. basically you want me to read you a little bedtime story? Does poor wittle Keithykins want Papa Lance to kiss him goodnight as well?”

Fuck. “Ok, I get it, just—”

“No! It’s ok really, I don’t mind!

Keith’s expression of pure embarrassment turns into shock, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah! I actually have been dying to tell someone what happened at the farm today—my mamá was pissed!” Lance chuckles softly, and boy, does Keith have to muster up all his energy not to collapse then and there. “Is it ok if I go upstairs? It’d be awkward if someone came in here and asked “who are you talking to?”, and I’d have to say “I’m talking to Keith! He’s actually upstairs right now.”, you know?”

“O-ok. Sure.” He cringes momentarily when his voice cracks.

Keith instantly hears footsteps getting louder and louder as Lance scales the stairs, before plopping onto his bed with vigor. “Now,” Lance exclaims, squirming under the blankets, “Let the story begin!”

He did not expect Lance to actually come here. He definitely did not expect Lance to lay down with him. He turns around to face Lance, who is taking a deep breath, “So.”

“First of all, I’m working on the field, right? So we sell Juniberries all year. This one girl is with her mother, and she really wants some. Her mother says no. So she throws a tantrum in the middle of the line.” Lance groans, toying with the corner of the blanket. “And that’s not even the worst part! I politely tell the mother that she can have a bouquet, free of charge. And you know what this bitch says?” His voice lowers; disgust practically reeks from his body, “That she wouldn’t buy anything associated with Voltron, because they support, and have a Galran on their team.”

Keith is no longer half-asleep, fully interested in the story, “And what did your mom do?”

“Oh, you won’t believe this! My mom, y’know, the mom who has literally been described as a person who could kill people with her kindness, starts to cuss her the fuck out!” Lance is elated as he starts to recount his mom’s word for word bashing, the Spanish rolling off of his tongue rapidly.

“Mhm.”

“Wait! You aren’t even falling asleep!” Lance pouts, as if he had done all of that for nothing (which is partly true, but he did entertain Keith).

“Alright,” Keith snorts, rolling his eyes, “I’ll—”

“Nope!” Lance flat out ignores Keith’s attempt to go to sleep as he wraps an arm around the smaller’s middle and pulls him flush against his chest. “You are staying here from now on!”

Keith is grateful that Lance can’t see how much he’s blushing as he musters a measly “ok”.

As the story progresses, Lance begins to talk in Spanish again, this time his tone more relaxed in what seems to be a comforting manner, and that’s when Keith starts to feel drowsy. He practically melts into the mattress as Lance recounts his time playing as a Voltron Paladin with his niece and nephew, Nadia and Silvio. He smiles as he hears the story of the stray cat Lance encounters on the street on the way back home, frowning when Lance starts to note how similar he was to the fellow.

Keith barely hides his laugh when Lance tells about how frustrated he was when he looked in the fridge and the last microwaveable pizza was gone. The one Keith ate just a few hours ago.

When Lance notices that Keith’s breaths have slowed down and become more even, he thinks Keith is finally asleep. Instead of sneakily maneuvering out of bed (an art which he has mastered when cuddling his family), he makes his grip on Keith tighter, and since he feels bold today, he gives the lightest peck on Keith’s forehead.

What Lance doesn’t know, is that Keith was not asleep, and that he felt every single thing Lance had just done. Times ten.

God, Keith was so whipped for this man.

—

“Welp,” Hunk croaks, stifling a laugh, “That was a lot to take in.”

“I knowwwwww,” Lance whines, sighing in the most dramatic way possible, dragging out that last part for a few seconds.

“Now, we do know one thing for sure,” Hunk types frantically on his phone, probably texting Pidge about how pathetic Lance is. He can’t seem to care though.

“What is it?” Surely, nothing Hunk can say will be worse than James and—

“You are so gone for him. Like OceanGate 2023 gone.”

“Hunk! Not cool, bro.”

“Sorry!”

—-

(I’M FINALLY DONE!! PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON MY EYES)

[daisybellejpeg]

hey question, regarding the bright situation i have a question

Are people still allowed to use the bright character in their artworks, cosplays and drawings, because alot of my friends see dr bright as a character as their comfort and have fictives of dr bright and i didn`t want to see thrm hurt

Ok holy shit let me put this to bed, tuck it in, give it a glass of warm milk, maybe even read it a bedtime story.

I’m so sorry if I’m hella defensive, as mentioned in the doc may and June are my mourning period. The 24th marked the 4th anniversary of my dad’s passing so I’m kind of checked out and am just frustrated at how long this silly, messy “drama” revolving me has been dragging out. At first it was confusing, then funny as fuck due to piss poor execution, now I’m just tired.

It’s a free internet, I can’t stop people from posting shit with bright in it. I will say 2 things tho:

1. Don’t expect me to be your friend or want to be near you, same with the other victims in the fandom. Seriously, I’ve been blocking people who’ve made fanart of bright post the release of my doc. The information is right there, by beating the dead horse that is this pedophile’s possession fetish character you’re kind of saying you don’t care about our hurt, you don’t care that this man used this creation to brand me. Sorry not sorry. My thoughts on bright hyperfixators from earlier today because I’m lazy and trying to get my skincare done while I write this:

2. By not letting bright die you’re doing exactly what Peters wants you to do. To the letter. Do with this info what you will. You’re respecting the wishes of a creep by letting their legacy live on.

AS FOR ALTERS, y’all are a special case, you cannot voluntarily get rid of your alter. I get that and I don’t hold it against y’all at all. I never have. If anything I’m reeeeeally worried about you guys given the whole possession fetish aspect of this situation as I’ve said in a previous ask. Be careful out there. Iunno if Mitch will ever try to weasel their way back into scp spaces but keep an eye out. Also, if you’re in the Michigan area and partake in cons and faires be even more vigilant. Y’all know what this fucker looks like. I know someone who got into a grooming situation with them upon meeting them at one of these events. So far I’ve been able to get them banned from two things but I still have a list of orgs and cons and faires to contact with the evidence to make sure this bastard isn’t able to take advantage of the ignorance of people like my friend.

Hope this helps.

[allykakamatsu]

The Demon Siblings, Chapter 1.

Next

Rating: T

Original Characters

Chapter 1 Trigger Warnings: Parental Abuse, not shown but implied.

Story as a whole loosely based on @yusuke-of-valla Demon Fam Au.

One night, Yuna went with her Mother Ivy for a business deal, and for better or worse, that night changed her life forever.

Chapter under cut

A Contract Gone Wrong

10 years ago, Yuna:

“Alright, we’re here!,” Mom announces making me wake up from my nap as she parks the car outside of a somewhat old looking church, “Yuna sweetie it’s time to get out!”

“Ah, coming mom!” I agree trying my best to wake myself up and stay awake, easier said than done given that it’s well past my bedtime.

“Okay, let’s get a move on, don’t want to keep my client waiting.” Mom states as she takes my hand and we walk inside the church. Apparently someone wants to commission Mom for a painting but they wanted to meet up here for some reason, and because it’s late and Mom couldn’t get a babysitter because everyone’s afraid to go outside with the Demon barrier being weaker so she’s taking me along.

Still, I have my sketchbook at least and once we’re inside the church it does look very nice so I can hopefully just draw while I wait for Mom to talk to her client. But….

“Mom, are we here early?” I ask a bit confused because I can’t see anyone else in here.

Mom smiles before answering. “Don’t worry about it sweetie, they just said they’d meet me outside, you just wait in here so no demons will try to get you, okay?”

“Okay but…. Are you sure this is a good idea being here this late?” I’m sure this is just nothing, but…. Something is giving me a very bad feeling about this.

Mom smile turns somewhat aggressive as she replies. “Normally no, but this is life changing money this client is promising, it will me fine, so just stay in here and don’t cause a scene, got it?”

“Got it.” I agree making Mom nod approvingly as she goes back outside, but I can’t shake my nerves so I go and sit by the door so I can hear if something goes wrong.

“-so once you sign here and here, we have a deal.” A male voice that I don’t recognise says outside the door, and I’m assuming it’s Mom’s client.

“Ah perfect, but can I give it one more read over first?” Mom asks and I guess the man agrees cause I barely hear the crinkling of paper being passed over, and after a minute of silence I hear the sound of pen hitting paper.

“The contract is now sealed,” the man states as (I think) Mom hands the paper back, “now then- wait, that’s not your name written there.”

“Contract never said it had to be my soul that I gave up.” Mom replies sounding smug- wait soul?!Is… is Mom bargaining with a demon?!

“What-?! Oh the hells it doesn’t, damn it your majesty I though I told you to take this to Seth first to make sure there’s no loopholes,” the demon replies with exasperation, “fine, I guess a deal is still a deal, but you do know the soul has to be nearby for me to take it right?”

“Oh I know, and she’s just inside there.” Mom answers-!! Inside…. I’m the only one in here…. Is she…. No, no way…. She wouldn’t, would she?

Creaking the door open a bit to not draw any attention, I see Mom with her back to the door looking at her nails like this is boring, along with the still exasperated Demon who’s a guy with black hair, blue eyes with slitted pupils, along with cat ears, claws and double tails (a Japanese Nekomata I think if I remember from my Demon studies correctly) and wearing a fancy suit. He also looks me in the eye after a moment but instead of any anger or ‘I am going to eat you’ he just looks at me with pity.

After that the Nekomata glares at Mom like he’s trying to burn her with an eye blast. “Oh you are a monster, fine then, if this is the type of parent you are then the kid will probably be better off in the Hells anyway.” With that the demon snaps his fingers-!!

“Fire!! Fire!!,” I yelp as I’m surrounded by flames which gets Mom’s attention, “Mom help me!! Please!”

“Now Yuna, you remember that you promised you’d do anything to make me happy,” Mom tells me with a smirk on her face, “well this will make me a lot happier, so just be nice for the demons, okay?”

“H H Huh…?,” I stammer not knowing what to say as Mom walks away, “w wait, Mom-!! AGH!!!!!”

Fire fire oh god!! It’s not hurting at least but why am I surrounded by it?! Thankfully it goes away after a minute…. But I suddenly have much bigger problems because now I’m in some kind of throne made of obsidian and gold?!

What…. What’s happening….?!” I manage to ask while struggling to breathe, I don’t know if it’s because of the stress, the air, both or something else but what is going on, and if this is a dream I want to wake up!

“Child, I know this is stressful but calm down.” the Nekomata demon tells me as he rubs my back a little, and while it helps me breathe it doesn’t help my stress.

“A Are you going to eat me….?,” I ask while pinching myself and hoping this a dream but unfortunately not, “all my t teachers day demons eat people….”

“Okay first of all that’s only the flesh demons, 95% of us don’t do that,” he assures me, “and secondly, my boss who your ‘mother’ was supposed to give her soul to but gave yours instead, she’s a big softie for kids so you’ll be alright, I promise.”

“O Okay…. But…..,” I struggle to get out as now I’m starting to cry, “why… why would Mom do this…? I I was good, I I did everything right and w when I messed up I fixed it…! W Why would Mom s send me away…!”

“Because some humans are worse than any demon down here,” the demon tells me while handing me a napkin to dry my eyes with, “some people are so selfish and power hungry they’ll hurt anyone, even innocents to do it. This isn’t your fault child, alright?”

“I I guess…” I… I’m still not entirely convinced. I have to of done something wrong for Mom to do this, when she gets mad it’s always my fault. But before I can think of anything I get distracted by two pillars of fire appearing in the room and a pair of people coming out of each.

The first one has a demon woman with blonde hair, red eyes, pirate clothes and has a golden tail and matching scales on her face, and she’s accompanied by a boy slightly older than me with somewhat dark skin and neat brown hair and eyes.

The second one meanwhile has a demon man with dirty blonde hair with blue eyes, fangs, red face markings, horns and a Japanese style outfit so I’m assuming he’s an Oni, and he’s with a girl also a bit older than me with braided pale brown hair and maroon eyes.

“Ah- what?!,” the boy yelps as the two demons look confused, “w what’s going on here?! Where am I?!”

“I’m assuming the Burning Hells,” the girl replies looking freaked out but probably the calmest out of the three of us, “which isn’t good but honestly I’m surprised my Father didn’t do this sooner.”

“Okay, we’ll unpack that later,” the Oni states as he pulls over the pirate and the Nekomata, “why the hell are there kids here, the ones we were negotiating with were adults.”

“Well, I don’t know about you two,” the Nekomata explains while pulling out a piece of paper and the two kids go over to me nervously, “but the boss forgot to send the contract for loophole checking so the one who I was sent to signed her daughters soul away instead, that shy blue haired girl over there.”

“!! H Hi….” I stammer still feeling very nervous about all of this.

“Wait, they can do that?,” The pirate asks as they pull out a piece of paper and read it, “oh fuck you’re right.”

“Glad to know incompetent law makers aren’t just an earth thing.” The girl quips shocking me and the boy and the three demons laugh.

“How are you so calm about this miss, our parents sold us to hell!” The boy yelps panicked.

“It’s Ayra, Ayra George, so don’t bother with the miss thing please. And my father never gave a damn about me, and he’s power hungry as hell,” the girl replies, “so I always kinda figured it would either be I get out of the house or he’d sell me off, either to a devil or an orphanage.”

“Um…. Since we’re introducing ourselves, I I’m Yuna….,” I awkwardly introduce because I should probably at least be on good terms with the kids I’m in this mess with, “a and I’m in the opposite boat, I was always being the best I could be, and I I thought my Mom cared about me but…. I want to say I guess she didn’t but I can’t shake the feeling I did something wrong….”

“Hey, what did we say about this, don’t blame yourself child, okay?” The Nekomata reminds me and I nod even if I’m still not entirely convinced.

“The cat guy is right,” the boy agrees, “and I might as well introduce myself as well. I’m Henry Oliver, and I…. Well, I noticed my Dad was becoming more distant lately but…. I didn’t think it was because of this, so I guess I’m in the middle of the ‘saw this coming’ spectrum? I’m sorry I just have no idea what to do right now.”

“Don’t worry kid, I think we’re all confused right now, but we’ll work something out” the Dragon assures him with a toothy grin and I see she has very sharp teeth, “oh, I’m Ryoko by the way! And those two are Akio and Mahiro respectively.”

“Greetings.” The Nekomata, Mahiro, states politely with a small bow meanwhile the Oni, Akio, awkwardly waves, I suppose he’s a bit shy. 

Before anyone else can say anything else though, the door to the throne room swings open (and me and Henry hold onto each other in panic) and in comes two people.

The first is a teenager girl with messy black hair with red tips, along with blood red eyes with black sclera, pointy ears, horns and a tail as well as a pink red and black gothic styled dress.

The second is a woman who looks very similar to the girl, but is easily the tallest person in the room, and is wearing a red, gold and black dress, pure black hair that’s long and messy, one eye covered with a gold wrap and the exposed one is bright red with black sclera, and even longer tail and horns.

“Alright, I have arrived, where are those new souls-?!,” the woman declares before spotting me Henry and a surprisingly calm Ayra and looks frustrated, “guys, why the hell are there three eight year olds here?”

“A Actually I’m seven….” I mumble hoping what Mahiro said about the boss being a sucker for kids is true.

“As for what happened boss,” Mahiro explains while handing the woman 3 pieces of paper, “there was a loophole in the contact and the signers sold their children’s souls instead of their own. This is why I told you to have Seth double check the contracts first.”

“Ugh, jackasses, and I’ll remember next time,” she groans before turning back to us, “and kids, I’m gonna explain what’s going on here. First of all, welcome to the Burning Hells, wish the circumstances were better but oh well. And before you ask no I’m not gonna take your souls or do anything to you, you’re kids and your parents swindled all of us so don’t worry about that.”

“Oh, um, thank you madam.” Henry states awkwardly.

“Just call me Aravni,” she tells us all with a smile, “now, normally I’d send you all back no problem, however your parents just sold your souls away so like hell I’m sending you back to them, so, do you have any other relatives?”

“Not that I’m aware of/Nope/I was adopted and Mom is the only person from my adopted family that I know.” Henry, Ayra and myself answer making Aravni and the other Demons in the room look at each other in concern.

“Okay, that’s out,” Aravni states after a moment as well as a bit of face wrinkling, “how about plan B, kids, how would you like to stay here instead?”

“….. What?!” All three of us ask because, yeah, what?!

“Aww, don’t freak out kids,” the teenager says cheerfully finally joining in-Agh she’s picking us up!, “things down here are great! Plus staying with Mom in particular means you get a nice house, good food, and most importantly, yours truly as a big sis.”

“Raquel calm down you’re scaring the kids!” Akio yelps as he runs over and helps us all down and is it just me or do I feel a bit dizzy.

“Aww come on Aki I was just being friendly.” Raquel replies with a toothy grin.

“Yeah well can your friendliness come with a warning next time please….” Ayra mumbles looking even more dizzy than me so we both just lean on each other while Henry just looks baffled.

“Ehe, yeah, those two are a bit much, especially together, but you get used to it.” Ryoko assures us with a wink.

“I believe we should confirm if they want to stay first before you say that Ryoko.” Mahiro chimes in making all the demons, even Aravni, pout.

“Well, I don’t know about you two,” Ayra states, “but it looks like our options are either here or an orphanage, and I’ve already been to the latter and I know it isn’t good, so unless just being down here will kill me then I guess I’ll stay.”

“Don’t worry, it’s totally safe for humans, it’s been a while but we’ve had some stay for decades before,” Aravni assures her as she and Raquel get excited, “now, what about you two?”

“Well…. If it isn’t any trouble then I suppose so?” Henry agrees albeit looking noticeably less sure then Ayra- wait why is everyone looking at me now- oh right.

“I…,” I say not knowing for sure but sighing as I realise no one will really miss me back on the surface, “I guess….”

“Alright, hi five kids!” Ryoko tells us and after the three of us look at each other awkwardly for a moment we all return it and I crack a smile despite myself. I don’t know what I did to make Mom send me here but, whether I deserved it or not, maybe I’ll avoid making those same mistakes here.

“That’s the spirit,” Aravni tells us all with a smile, “now, as much as I’d love to give you three the tour myself, me and Mahiro have to go talk to Seth, not only to get the loopholes out of these contracts, but also to make sure this get’s formalised. I’ll be back in like an hour though, promise!”

“Later Mom!,” Raquel says cheerfully as the two demons leave before smirking, “alright new siblings, we have an hour to screw around and find out until they’re done, how’s about a kitchen raid?!”

“Um, by raid, do we mean steal food or actually raid it?” Henry asks looking curious and like he’s not opposed to either option.

“We do the latter sometimes, but for now let’s stick to the former,” Akio explains with a small chuckle, “you kids need some cupcakes.”

“He’s right, and here’s your warning,” Raquel agrees before picking us up again-!!, “now let’s get going-!!”

“FIRE!!!!” Henry screams as he hides by pressing into me for dear life because Raquel has fire coming out of her back!

“Huh, oh, these are just my wings,” she explains like this is normal, “all Noble Demons get fire wings, but unless I actively want to hurt someone with them they don’t burn, promise.”

“Beautiful…” I blurt out cause now that the panics over and I’m getting a better look at the pink, yellow and red flames they do look lovely.

“And awesome.” Ayra agrees also looking impressed, and after hesitating Henry uses his free hand to phase it through the flames, and after a few times and it seemingly not hurting he smiles brightly.

“If you think that’s awesome, I got something to show you kids tomorrow,” Ryoko adds as she and Akio start running with Raquel flying after them, “now come on, let’s go!

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A/N: Ehehehehe new OCs for this one! Well i've had them for a long time but never said much about them yet because I was waiting for this!! Reminder again that next chapter will be in 2 weeks

Warnings: None for now?

Characters: Dafne Arcano, Dayamanti Arcano, Dielle Arcano, Jorren Varangr, Kyne Varangr, Kodlak Varangr, Merla Varangr, Julio Aquila + Crew, Atticus Demiurgos-Kennedy @endlessly-cursed, Elidon Greyloc, Brokenshire & Cairncross Family @cursebreakerfarrier, Irene Quinn and Agnes Malinda @gaygryffindorgal

Song: Ode to Fury by Miracle of Sound

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Chapter 2: Svalbard

“So where are we going?” Dayamanti asked as soon as they reached the open ocean.

“Svalbard,” Dafne replied.

“Why there? You honestly don’t think Valhalla is there, do you?”

“No. But like you said, I can’t possibly take on a mountain full of zombies by myself. We need some help, and maybe see if they have any more information.”

“They?” Dayamanti questioned with a quirk of her eyebrow.

“The Varangrs. It’s their history too, so it’s only fair that we ask.”

“Alright then,” she replied and went to work angling the sails, the longship turning to head north.

The journey would take them roughly three days with the help of enchantments upon the sails to increase their speed. It would be easy enough as Dayamanti had made the journey herself a few times for the Arcano Trading Co. The longship itself wasn’t too large, however the deck was just large enough to set up a small tent which, of course, was larger on the inside.

Dafne ducked and entered the tent to get out of the bitter cold wind and ocean spray. The tent once belonged to Alatar so the interior was very simple consisting of a few cots, a small bonfire in the center, and various rugs and furs piled on the ground around it.

Picking a comfy looking fur, Dafne sat down upon it and pulled another tight around herself. Producing the purple journal once belonging to her ancestor, she began to read.

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Iolanthe Arcano, Magiens Mester

Entry #1

Date: May 15th, 1928

This is it. I’m finally going to do it after years of planning. I’ve got some vacation time coming up and everything is in order for when I’m gone. It could just be a bedtime story passed down for generations, but I’m betting it’s real. If it is, I can only imagine the amount of long forgotten knowledge hidden away in that city. Now all I need to do is find myself a team, and I have a pretty good idea who can help me..

Entry #2

Date: June 1st, 1928

We have managed to gain passage on a skyship called the Empyrean. I am familiar with Captain Aquila, we’ve been friends for a while. He has incredible navigation skills that will be a big help. Along with the ship's crew, I have also hired my own crew.

Senior Undersecretary Elidon Greyloc was my first pick. My second pick, of course, is my beloved Atticus. They were both an instant hire. As for the rest of the team, I have hired a few members from both the Cairncross and Brokenshire families.

Doctor Elias Cairncross and Reginald Brokenshire are leaders in their respective fields. Their knowledge of cultures and languages will be very beneficial. Also joining the team is Reginald’s son Asa Brokenshire and Elias’s daughter Zelda Cairncross. Zelda is an anthropologist whereas Asa has skills with defending against the Dark Arts. It must really run in their family, because I also hired Zelda’s son Leo Cairncross. I’ll have three generations of experts with me.

Lastly, Irene Quinn and Agnes Malinda round out the team. Irene is a private investigator, a skill I believe will come in handy for solving problems. Her partner Agnes is a journalist, to my dismay. I personally don’t want to get the press involved but Irene requested her help. I’d hate for the press to get news that my expedition was useless if this story ends up just that. A story.

Entry #3

Date: June 25th, 1928

We’ve been traveling on foot across the north of Norway for nearly a month now, occasionally taking the Empyrean if the distance is too far. After the Empyrean lands, we make our way to a few sites we thought might have the city. One after one we crossed off the list, not finding any hints of any entrances among the mountains. The team is getting restless and homesick, having nothing to show for weeks of camping. Even during summer, the north of Norway still has snow up high in the mountains.

Most days are long, requiring travel by foot or aparating longer distances. By choosing to do this in the summer, we have the luxury of not wasting daylight as the Midnight Sun never sets in the north. Although, it can be challenging to try to sleep under the almost sunset. This also proves difficult for navigating as our most skilled navigator Jules Aquila usually uses the stars at night to guide him.

We only have a handful of possible locations left to check. I’m starting to lose hope of the lost city even existing. If we don’t find anything, I’m worried my team might think I dragged them out on a wild goose chase to waste their time on a fairytale.

Entry #4

Date: August 3rd, 1928

I knew it! Ever since I was a child listening to the stories by the fire, I’ve dreamed of finally reclaiming the lost wizard city of Valhalla. I’ve studied the stories and maps for years and I have asked almost everyone from Skalafell to recount it to me, each story having new details or losing others. All this work was actually worth it. We think we have found it.

Entry #5

Date: August 9th, 1928

Today, the team will board the Empyrean once again. After two months, we are finally headed home, but I am sad to report it will be empty handed. They all worked admirably and I am proud of how far we came. I am frustrated and disappointed beyond belief, but I refuse to give up. I hope someday I can return and finish what we started. This will be my last entry about the lost city. Agnes has promised not to write about it publicly, our expedition will not be recorded for the history books. I look forward to a time where it could be...

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Dafne’s brow furrowed as the text abruptly ended. Quickly flipping through revealed that about only a quarter of the journal was filled. The rest were blank pages. However, her attention was caught when flipping a page caused a folded piece of parchment to slip out and land on her lap. Unfolding it revealed a rough map of Norway, red paint crossing out multiple locations except one.

These must be the locations Iolanthe and her team explored. The only location not crossed out was on the coast of northern Norway. At least they had their starting location, although Dafne was worried about what they would find there. Iolanthe was certain they had found it, but the next entry told a different story. What could have happened?

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The days passed slowly without event, the sisters spending the time together in the tent. They talked about anything they could think of. It was nice to have some free time to catch up as the last few years Dielle was at Hogwarts and Dafne herself attended a muggle university.

Before they knew it, the Jörmungandr thunked against the frozen docks on Svalbard belonging to the Varangr family. They were very nomadic and lived off the land so they didn’t really have a named village like Skalafell. The docks only existed because of the trade route their families established. In fact, it was Dafne’s grandfather Alatar who broke their centuries long feud and made peace with them. It was such a long grudge that neither family remembered what it was about.

Dayamanti, Dafne, and Dielle made their way off the ship and further inland, their boots crunching on the fresh snow of late autumn.

“How are we supposed to find anyone? Svalbard is huge and they could be anywhere!” Dielle questioned.

“No idea, I’ve never actually met them. Whenever I would make a trade, I would just leave the crates on the dock and take the ones already waiting,” Dayamanti replied.

Dafne was just about to make a sarcastic remark about perhaps trying to yell into the bushes when a voice yelled out at them.

“What is your business here?” an imposing figure stood in the distance off to the side, speaking Norwegian. He was draped in furs and had long gray hair that was braided in places. In his hand was a spear that rested on the ground like a cane.

“Oh, um my name is Dafne Arcano. These are my sisters Dayamanti and Dielle. You may know our grandpa Alatar?” Dafne offered back, matching his Norwegian.

“I do,” he answered gently, “I’m Kyne Varangr. How may I be of service?”

“Well, it’s kind of a long story. Do you have a leader we could talk to?”

“Aye. Follow me, I’ll take you to her,” Kyne motioned with his spear and started to walk away.

They followed him further into Svalbard, keeping a respectful distance behind. It only took about ten minutes of walking before they started to see pillars of smoke in the distance. Their destination consisted of a handful of large tents, substantial enough to house many people comfortably but makeshift enough to be taken apart and moved.

Kyne led them to the largest of the tents and pulled back the fabric, revealing the inside. The girls took this as an invitation and entered. Unlike their own, this tent wasn’t magical or bigger on the inside. The Varangrs were known to not use magic as much as normal wizards.

Sitting around the fire in the center were three figures, one man and two women. The youngest of the women looked to be around the same age as Dafne. She had black hair and a large raven perched upon her shoulder. The other woman was older with gray hair like Kyne. The man was between their ages.

The older woman stood up as they entered, bowing her head slightly and gesturing to the furs on the ground. The three of them exchanged a glance but then took a seat around the fire.

“Welcome. You must be Arcanos. I’m Jorren Varangr,” Jorren spoke, this time in English. “This is my son Kodlak and his daughter Merla. You’ve already met my husband Kyne, I see.”

“We are pleased to meet you. I’m Dafne and these are my sisters Dayamanti and Dielle.”

“I’m sorry to take up your time, but I came with an inquiry. You do know of the story of Valhalla, don’t you?”

Jorren nodded her head with a smile.

“Well, my sisters and I are embarking on a journey to find and reclaim it. We were wondering if you had any information about it or even if you wanted to come along?”

Jorren remained silent for a few moments, leaning over to whisper to her son before she spoke, “I’m sorry, but there is nothing we can do for you. It is a fairytale we can’t afford to chase.”

“I understand.”

“As for information, however, I can offer you this. Whatever’s been sleeping in that city will need more than three young girls to defeat. There’s a reason a whole group of trained city guards abandoned it without a fight.”

“You mean the Valkyries, right? They were my favorite part of our Grandpa’s stories,” Dielle remarked wistfully.

“I do,” Jorren nodded.

“So you won’t help us?” Dayamanti suddenly interjected.

“Be glad we let you this far, Arcano,” Kodlak shot back.

Jorren reached out her hand to quiet her son, “Do not take this the wrong way. I would just hate to see young wizards rush to their doom.”

“We understand and appreciate your concern, but we can handle ourselves,” Dafne rushed to speak before her sister could argue more.

Jorren nodded again with a gentle smile, “Then we have nothing left to say. I wish you well.”

Dafne took the hint and motioned the others to stand, “Thank you for your time, we will get out of your hair.”

With a few more head bows of acknowledgement, the three of them ducked back out of the tent and started their trek back to the docks. Once safely there, Dayamanti started to untie the mooring ropes and they had a moment to discuss.

“Well that sure was useful, wasn’t it?” Dayamanti sarcastically grumbled.

“I liked them. Especially Jorren, she was nice,” Dielle confidently stated.

Dafne sighed heavily, “It’s always worth asking. Iolanthe had an entire team with her. We can’t afford to be stubborn and keep it to ourselves. We need help.”

“Why did we sneak away from home then? I’m sure Uncle Kaari would have helped us!” Dielle nodded with a smile.

“They would have tried to stop us. Plus, they don’t believe it’s real. At least the Varangrs took us seriously.”

Suddenly a caw erupted into the crisp air and, with a flap of feathers above them, a large raven landed upon the edge of the longship. It looked at each of them one by one with its shiny black eyes.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” A quiet voice with a thick accent behind them caused them to jump and whirl around, their hands going to their weapons.

It was the girl from the tent who was introduced as Merla. She had a bag slung over her shoulder and, now that they were closer to her, they noticed her eyes were milky white and didn’t quite meet theirs.

“Do you know for sure where it is?” She spoke again when nobody answered her.

“Uhh we think so. Yes,” Dafne spoke up.

“Then I’m coming with you,” she stated and carefully made her way onto their longship, the raven's gaze following her the whole way.

“I’m Merla and this is Egyja,” Merla pointed to her raven.

“Eye?” Dafne translated.

“Yes, she’s my eyes. I was born blind but my Gift allows me to communicate with and see through animals eyes. I assume you guys also have the Gift, considering the white in your hair.”

“How do you have the Gift? You don’t have white hair!” Dielle asked.

“The Varangr family shows the Gift differently. Each of the families has a different way it shows up. Women from my family are born with unique birthmarks. This is mine,” she answered, pulling away her fur coat to reveal a dark mark upon her breastbone that vaguely took the shape of an eye.

“That’s so cool,” Dielle mused, “My Gift is healing and sometimes I can create shields to protect people!”

“I can create fire and lightning,” Dayamanti added and crossed her arms proudly.

“And mine is necromancy. I can’t bring people's souls back, I just puppet their bodies,” Dafne finished.

“And you think the four of us can reclaim the city alone?” Merla arched an eyebrow.

“I guess we will find out,” Dayamanti replied.

With a heavy thunk, the anchor was raised. The mooring lines were untied and the sails unfolded, billowing with the bitter cold wind. The Jörmungandr lurched forwards and then crawled forwards until eventually it hit top speeds. They had their heading.

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It was an ice storm that caused the blackout and it made me think of how Lottie would react if it happened, would she be scared or would she find it fun? I imagine her reading a bedtime story with bucky in her bed with a flashlight

And has she ever seen snow? How would she react to it? I think she would be scared at first but then she would love to play in it and it would be hard for y/n and Bucky to get her to go back inside

Imagine Steve showing her how to make snowballs and they team up to attack Sam with it

That’s horrible! I’ve had to deal with power outages because of hurricanes and they’re no fun. I’m glad everything is ok!!

Ok as for Lottie, I’ll include Henry as well this is how it would go.

Henry would be a bit more scared of sudden darkness than Lottie would be. Although she would be confused as to what was going on at first. If the reader and Bucky weren’t next to them when it happened they would find them quickly to make sure they were ok. Then reader and Bucky would make it a fun experience. They would find some flashlights or lanterns and they would turn the living room into a pillow fort. Once everyone one is comfy Bucky would bring in their teddy bears, some board games and books and they would spend that time just having fun.

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Neither kid has seen snow so the first time they get to experience snow fall/storm is a big deal. Lottie loves watching it fall, from a window because she likes being nice and warm. Henry immediately wants to go out and run in it. It takes some convincing from her favorite uncle but Steve finally gets Lottie to put on her winter gear and head outside. There Steve teaches the kids how to make snow angels, snowmen and the most important snow balls. Then Steve calls Sam (and the team) to come out. Henry is the first one waiting to pelt them with the snowballs since he can turn invisible so he can’t really be caught. Lottie is just having fun throwing the snow balls around she doesn’t care if they don’t hit anyone. This does however turn into a huge snowball fight and a tradition. Every year on the first real snowfall of the season the team prepares themselves and they go out and just have a massive snowball fight. Tony even creates weapons for the event. Steve is running around with his shield. Nat and Clint have made a wall of snow and while Nat distracts from behind it Clint is up in a tree hitting everyone that passes by. Wanda uses her magic to make snowballs. Sam is using his wings but it doesn’t stop Bucky from aiming at him the whole day. Reader is also involved in this and I feel like she would steal other peoples snowballs instead of making her own.

Then at night when everyone is tired and sitting around a fire pit they share hot chocolate and s’mores.

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#I would note the cartoon of Tai reading to them#is likely not canon#and given how he defaults to pawning protecting Ruby onto Yang#I think any parenting Tai did was both too late#and rather lackluster#rather like his 'helping' Yang recover#IE#the bare minimum to nothing#but expecting it qualify#Like#I dunno#I don't think Ruby calling him dad means she views him as the one who raised her#but largely gareed#great point on that IQ conversation! (via @tumblingxelian)

ooh to elaborate a little on the “ruby sees him as her dad” point, to me it’s not that she calls him ‘dad’ (yang also calls him ‘dad,’ after all!) but more the… general vibe? of the relationship. like, v2 yang receives a package from home and holds onto it, unopened, until she gets a chance to pass it on to ruby; ruby is excited to get “something from home!” where yang is like “whatever dad sent will cheer ruby up.” and in v3, there’s tai taking ruby (just ruby) to visit summer’s grave, ruby’s perspective being “yang’s a great fighter, she’s learned a lot from dad,” saying tai’s dropping her off at beacon en route to his next mission so the implication is that he… probably picked ruby up for a day trip to Visit Mom while yang stayed behind at beacon.

+ “ugh, you sound like dad!” in response to yang saying “if you wanna grow up, you're gonna have to meet new people and learn to work together!” only makes sense if ruby gets this sort of parental advice from tai on a regular enough basis for it to be Dad Behavior in her mind.

whereas yang just calls him dad. you know?

the impression i get—& this is why i’m inclined to take the tai bedtime story as canonical, actually—is that. for a lot of ruby’s childhood tai was kind of the fun parent.

’cause like, ruby is so excited!! to get that package from home. in v3 when she’s talking to summer she keeps bringing up her dad; dad’s, you know, dad. oh, he told me he’s going on some missions soon! i think he still misses you. oh, yang’s a really great fighter, you can tell she’s learned a lot from dad!—she seems to have pretty positive feelings toward him during the beacon arc, and at the same time the relationship isn’t close, it’s yang who raised her, it’s yang she turns to when she needs help, it’s yang she feels torn up about leaving behind.

which like. tai wasn’t around much. yang picked up a lot of the slack, probably with qrow as sporadic/unreliable help whenever he wasn’t blind drunk. so yang was the proverbial default parent. by virtue of being left alone with ruby a lot while tai was working she would’ve needed to shoulder most of the difficult / thankless parenting duties like chores homework etc. yeah?

so tai—who i think Does love his kids and didn’t On Purpose neglect them, like i don’t get the impression of malice so much as ineptitude and unthinking selfishness—like, he’s Super Depressed and everything is emotionally very hard. having a dismissive attitude toward mental health and trauma doesn’t make being depressed any easier, just makes it easier to dig in heels and deny there’s a problem or a need for help. i think he was probably genuinely, seriously incapacitated and holding on by his fingernails for many years while also being dead set on “nothing is wrong with me, see, i’m not lying in bed in a stupor moping all day anymore!!!”

and the thing is

like

you have a guy who can barely get out of bed because of untreated depression but HE’S FINE HE’S GOT IT ALL UNDER CONTROL—he cares about his kids, he wants to see himself as an involved parent, his energy levels are on the floor because depression makes you tired, he is the kind of person who thinks post-traumatic depression is “moping” so he can’t admit he has a problem or ask for help.

realistically, what kind of behavior follows from that? the only parenting stuff he has the emotional bandwidth for are the fun, easy parts that boost his mood. spontaneous ice cream outings type of thing. which… i think would explain the dynamic he has with ruby pretty well, if most of the time dad wasn’t around but whenever he was around it was Fun Outings With Dad!! time. and similarly this would have sucked for yang because she’s doing all this work and dad’s… well, ruby’s happier now that he isn’t completely shut down all the time, that’s something, but for yang not much has really?? changed??

so i imagine kind of

solid few months to a year with tai being completely emotionally shut down going through the motions at work while yang scrambled to figure out how to replace two parents -> gradual superficial return to normalcy resulting in a dynamic where tai outwardly seemed okay and seemed involved but behind closed doors mostly checked out from anything requiring effort -> tai reaches a point of being actually okayish as the girls get into their teens but by then yang being a parent is kind of locked in as the family’s normal dynamic, so his effort to Parent More drifts in the direction we see in IQ.

path of least resistance parenting, basically, where instead of recognizing his own issues and putting his limited energy towards getting help and prioritizing his kids’ well-being he skates by doing the Easy Stuff. which also has the effect of masking the dysfunction from outside observers bc like a guy who takes his kids to the city for fun little outings on the regular is not someone you’d think would be neglecting them at home.

What do you mean by Tai favors Ruby?

i mean that he favors ruby

to be more specific, yang has been co-parenting her two-years-younger sister with her dad since she was about five, when tai evidently left them home alone on a regular basis. now i’m not in the camp that tai did not do any parenting at all or that yang raised ruby completely by herself—i don’t think the text supports that:

ruby clearly does see tai as her dad, and relates to him that way

“ugh, you sound like dad!” in particular illustrates both ruby’s fairly normal parent-child relationship with tai and yang’s quasi-parental role in her life

both yang (per the text) and tai (in the animated fairytale series) read bedtime stories, although ruby’s recollection suggests that it was yang reading to her more often than tai reading to both of them

—but i do think it’s clear that tai leaned on yang a lot more than he should have. yang remembers him “shutting down” after summer left and that she had to be the one to “pick up the pieces,” ruby expressly thinks of yang as the one who raised her, there’s literally a scene in ice queendom where tai and yang talk about parenting ruby. like:

TAI: It’s gonna be a lot harder to go out as a family after you’re gone. YANG: I really hope Ruby will be okay without me around. She tends to get caught up in her own little world sometimes, you know? TAI: A little independence will do her good! I love that you two support each other, but she can’t rely on you for everything, you know? YANG: I know, I know, you’re right, Dad.

<- that’s not a parent-child conversation.

innately when you have a dynamic where the elder sibling is co-parenting the younger, the younger sibling is being favored. that comes with the territory.

but there’s also the additional factor of both ruby and yang being so strongly identified with their mothers—to the point that their individuality is elided—and summer being up on this pedestal as both the Perfect Huntress and the Good Mother in contrast to raven being the skeleton in the family closet until yang reached legal adulthood. and then when tai finally does start talking about raven, he more or less presents raven to yang as a cautionary tale: i see so much of her in you and that’s great but watch out because her flaws tore our team and family apart.

it’s never said in so many words but that level of comparison and identification with their mothers, when one is the Noble Heroic Paragon and the other is a Complicated Woman Who Ruined Our Family… that. uh. to put it gently, that will trickle down into the treatment of the children.

and between how tai treats yang in v4 and ruby’s summer-identity-crisis in v9, it’s pretty fucking clear that both girls felt that in different ways—ruby’s whole sense of self is fucked because she can’t separate herself from the Idea of Summer Rose, whereas tai is really harshly critical of yang specifically because he projects his ideas about raven onto her, to the point that yang feels the need to go “sorry i remind you of her.”

it goes without saying that none of this was good for ruby either—it just hurt her in different, more insidious ways. but there’s like. this pattern. of yang being given adultlike responsibilities way too young and being held to harsher standards because tai can’t or won’t separate her from raven

[fatuismooches]

hi hi!

I love ur writing sm tbh, it’s just so heartwarming and FLOOFY

could I pls request headcanons of all the harbingers being the caretakers of kitsune child reader (platonic obviously)

like one day the tsaritsa just tells them they have to look after this fox child she found

just fluffy and soft stuff🥺

if there are too many characters, feel free to add less if you’d like, I honestly don’t mind

(they’re pretty similar to how miko looks and they can also turn into a tiny Fox)

sos if this is a confusing request

thanks in advance! have a wonderful day/noon/night <33

♡ 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡

synopsis: The Tsaritsa orders her Harbingers to take care of a kitsune child she found. Fluff ensues as they all platonically grow fond of you.

includes: all eleven fatui harbingers w/ gn! child! reader

notes: Platonic stuff and found family is so cute! Thank you for this request and your words, it was so cute. I hope you like this!

All of them are initially cautious at first. Why would a kitsune be in Snezhnaya? Were you actually a spy and just pretending? But the Tsaritsa seemed to take a liking to you, so they were all required to do their part. (Little did they know they would all end up adopting you.)

Pierro:

At first, he keeps you around because of the Tsaritsa’s orders. But since you are naturally curious, you would follow him around at all times which would melt his heart and make him remember his own youth. Pierro would play chess with you. Kitsune are very intelligent and he would want to bring this out of you slowly. Would sometimes lose on purpose if you’re getting upset though. (He’s shocked if you call him an old man.)

The kind of caretaker who would sit you down on his lap and read you bedtime stories. He has a deep raspy voice that’s useful for when they need to put you to bed. I also think this man is very stressed and your fox form would make him feel a lot more relaxed.

Capitano:

I personally think he’d be really soft with animals and they love him in return. So he’d secretly love your fox form. Capitano takes elite care of your fur, ears, and hair. (Imagine you sleeping on top of his head or shoulders while he gives out orders and the Fatui soldiers are struggling to keep a straight face.)

He is your silent protector. Would trail behind you as you run around the Fatui headquarters. When you’re talking to any soldier, he would stand menacingly behind you as a warning to everyone else to not say anything inappropriate to you. Capitano would give you piggyback rides, lift you up into the air, let you hang off his arm, and do any other fun activities. He really treasures how you’re not scared of him at all, and would protect you at any cost.

Columbina + La Signora:

Columbina and La Signora would team up to do your hair. You would have matching rose buns like Signora by the end of it. The two of them would have the best and cutest clothes for you. The three of you probably have fashion shows and an actual runway. They have hats specially made to fit with your ears.

I just know Columbina knows the best spots for naps and scenery. She would take you to her favorite spots and hum a simple tune for you until both of you fall asleep. La Signora would take on a more motherly role. She wants to know about your day and what you learned while she combs out any knots.

Dottore:

To be honest, the other Harbingers endeavor to keep your time with him limited because of his past actions. Dottore doesn’t care much for kids anyway so this is fine to him. But if you continuously seek him out he’ll begrudgingly deal with your presence. Honestly the worst caretaker out of everyone because he has no idea what to do. What do kids like to do? What do they eat? Why are you crying all of a sudden? It’s making his head spin. Passes you off to his clones who research guides on how to deal with kids. They slowly adapt and teach him later.

Might allow you to attach one of his earrings to your ear, but you take it off rather quickly, complaining it’s too heavy for you. You would also copy his maniacal laugh so whenever Dottore laughs they have a mini you following after. Similar to Sandrone, he might teach you about invention and different kinds of science.

Pulcinella:

The best grandpa who knows every trick in the book. Whenever the Harbingers are at a loss on how to take care of you, they bring you to him and he’s got it under control in a matter of minutes. He wants to know who you are hanging out with and if they’re a bad influence on you. Pulcinella knows when to be strict and when not to. Gives the other Harbingers in-depth caretaking lessons whether they like it or not (especially Dottore.)

He would make sure you have memories of everyone you cherish. Kitsune live so much longer than a human and he doesn’t want you to forget anyone who raised you. Gives you a Kamera and helps you to make scrapbooks of everything you take pictures of.

Scaramouche:

There were always rumors that the Balladeer was soft around the children and elderly but no one quite believed it until they saw him interacting with you. Initially tried to avoid you because he didn’t want others to see an adorable kitsune child following him. Eventually gave in but kept the fake grumpy facade up so others wouldn’t get the wrong idea.

You probably remind him of Inazuma. Introduces you to Inazuman cuisine and wants to take you there someday. He probably knows kitsune folklore as well so he would retell it to you. He secretly finds it cute when you try on his hat but it covers you completely because you’re so tiny. Scaramouche’s temper is reduced while you’re around because he doesn’t want to make you upset. Whenever you ask him to do something he always acts like it’s a chore for a few seconds but immediately gets a Fatui agent on the job.

He’s a puppet who is probably going to live as long as you, so he silently vows to watch over you and protect you always.

Arlecchino:

Arlecchino is around children daily in her orphanage but that doesn’t necessarily mean she’s great with them. After all, she’s raising them to be warriors and soldiers, not babysitting them. But that doesn’t mean she’s bad either. Arlecchino could pick up on your cues easily - she knows when you’re hungry or pretending to be sick, or when you’re actually tired. She’s still not the most in tune with emotions though so she leaves that up to the other Harbingers. Arlecchino would still be helpful with your health though.

She would let you play with the other orphans because it seems to brighten their days (hers as well.) She seems cold and a bit angry at times but your cheerfulness brightens her day.

Pantalone:

He knows what it’s like to be abandoned so he would feel for you. You would be utterly pampered by him. Bubble baths, rubber duckies, any toys you want, the most exquisite of shampoos and conditioners for your ears. He would make sure you receive a proper education and access to any activities you desire. Pantalone would make sure you never left wanting.

He would teach you how to manage money at a young age. You’ll probably never need it but he likes the idea of teaching you something he wished he knew as a child.

Sandrone:

She doesn’t care much at first. Sure, her interest is a bit peaked, but she’ll soon forget about you when she’s busy with her Automatons. That is, until she finds out you somehow snuck into her lab and curiously inspected some of her most dangerous robots. Immediately removes you from the premises.

She doesn’t want to involve you in the more cruel and deadly aspect of her work so instead, she’ll help you to create a small robot for yourself. She does most of the work but shows you some fundamental mechanical skills and secretly hopes you’ll take an interest in engineering.

Sews a kitsune doll for you so you can cuddle it to sleep. Sandrone has different robots created that teach you basic skills like reading, writing, math, etc. Even when she or any of the Harbingers are not around with you, you have her robots to play games with and keep you company.

Childe:

Probably the best caretaker besides Pulcinella. Childe already has multiple little siblings so he knows exactly what to do. However, he has little restraint when it comes to spoiling you which separates him from Pulcinella’s stricter attitude. Childe would cook your favorites with ease but also introduce you to his favorite Snezhnayan dishes. He would comb out your fluffy hair and ears while keeping you occupied with various Snezhnayan stories.

Childe would not want you to fight. He is the protector and defender of childhood dreams so he would encourage you to do what you find fun (and would fund anything you need.) Even though you already know he’s in the Fatui, he wouldn’t tell you anything else about his job because he wants to shield you from harm.

He would introduce you to Teucer and his family quickly. His siblings marvel over your appearance and would play with you often. Ajax understands quite well how it feels to be lonely so he would want you to have strong bonds. Would even allow you to live with his family full time or have sleepovers if you wished.

[silversweetpea]

A Promise Made

word count: 1543

Summary: It dawns on him, in that moment, that you are much more fragile than he had expected. And equally so that this revelation unsettles him.

Warnings: Offscreen injury mentions, Reader gets lightheaded and slightly dizzy from blood loss. 

Author’s Note: It is four am and I would like to imagine a bit of a protective situation as a bedtime story thanks. Also I’m not sure how I feel about this writing because I’m worried that the style is too similar to other writings i’ve done but again, it’s four am, I don’t know if I can trust my own opinions here. 

❀✿❀✿ ❀✿❀✿ ❀✿❀✿ ❀✿❀✿ ❀✿❀✿ ❀✿❀✿

Dream was a difficult man shaped amalgamation to read, but that never stopped you from trying. Telling the difference between jaw clench of amusement and jaw clench of anger never got easier in the months since Johanna had called in an old favor for some help and you had met him, but you had  a feeling you knew what emotion it was that darkened his gaze in this moment.

“I’m fine.” You said again, and you had to commend yourself on keeping the shake from your voice. The nightmare hadn’t seriously hurt you, part of you wondered if it would have though had Dream not found you when he did. Splitting up had seemed like a good idea at the time, it had made more sense to cover more ground, ask more people who they may or may not know the locations of. Even nightmares had friends, after all. 

Dream hadn’t moved an inch in the chair beside your bed since you woke swaddle in the comforters. You didn’t know the details of what had happened after you passed out, there was just a vague memory of fear and then safety. 

“Dream-” His gaze didn’t move from the bandages across your chest. A precaution, nothing more, but the wrappings were large enough to peek up under the collar of your shirt. There was a thought that maybe he hadn’t heard you that was gone as quick as it came when he spoke.

“When you are healed, I will have Mathew escort you home. Your assistance is no longer required.” The safety you had felt was a distant memory replaced with a chill.

“Excuse me?”

“I will find the rogue nightmare on my own.” Dream stood, eyes snapping shut. There was something in his features, or maybe the way that he held himself, that made your entire being bristle.

“The whole reason you asked Johanna for help was because you couldn’t.” Your body ached ever so slightly as you forced yourself into a sitting position. The sound of the bed creaking seemed to startle him, those eyes you had such complicated feelings for finally meeting yours. “This is ridiculous I’ve been more than helpful in this whole ordeal and you’re going to just send me home because of a scratch?”

“(y/n),” He took a step closer to the bed, hand reaching up as if to usher you back down to rest. A motion that never quite finished as his hand hovered in the space between you. It took you only another second to force yourself to your feet and enter his personal space.

“No, I want to see this through. I told you I would help and I’m going to.” You had never thought of the king of dreams and nightmares as a particularly intimidating person. Sure, he was brooding, but in a wet cat sort of way. Tall and lanky and dark, yet never scary, not when you had seen him so gentle with his friends.

“I do not want your help, nor do I need it any longer.” The words that should sting instead make you scoff. You were nearly toe to toe with him now, the hand that had hovered so noncommittedly in the air still airborne. 

“And why’s that? Did you suddenly find her while I was passed out here?” It occurred to you for the first time that Dream was taller than he had ever been. He seemed to tower over you. It was harder to ignore the chill you felt this time than when you had been wrapped in blankets. “Or maybe the asshole that tried to kill me had a bit more information than I thought and you know exactly where she is now?”

“This is not up for discussion.” His narrowed gaze draws out a scoff. 

“You’re being ridiculous. You can choose not to work with me but I’m going to help you.” The room spins ever so slightly as you turn to leave the room. You weren’t sure where you were going to go yet but you were sure you would figure it out as you went. The library maybe? Lucienne was busy but she knew more about the kingdom than anyone right now.

You had barely made it to the door before you could feel the soft pressure of a hand around your wrist.

“It would help me more,” Dream’s voice was soft and strained. As if the things he was saying pained him to put to words. “to know that you are safe.”

The room spins slightly harder and it occurs to you that maybe the nightmare had gouged you a bit more than you thought. The turn to face him is slower than any you have ever made and behind you you can glimpse the window. It isn’t quite raining out but the sky is unnaturally dark, clouds swirling like the stars in his eyes.

“What?” You can’t remember if blood loss can cause you to mishear people. You don’t want to risk embarrassing yourself even if it’s not. 

“I could not protect you in my realm. How can I trust in my ability to do the same outside of it?” The silence feels deafening, like a creature with its own presence trying to pry the two of you apart. You try not to focus on its weight, however, instead distinctly aware of the fact that Dream is still holding your wrist. His touch is cooler than you had thought it would be but not quite unpleasant. In fact its quite the opposite. 

“And you think sending me away will keep me safer than if I stayed with a literal king of dreams and nightmares? Really?” Your voice tremors and your skin feels electric from the contact. You want to rip your hand from his grasp and take his hand in both of your own at the same time. “Do you know how many beings out there would love to catch me alone right now?”

“You will not be alone, you will have Constantine.” Dream’s voice was barely more than a whisper. You wouldn’t think his lips had moved at all had you not been watching his face so carefully. 

"You’re being an idiot,” The clouds are darker now, you hadn’t thought it possible but the sky seems to be absorbing the light that tries to warm it. 

“You need to rest.” For the first time since you met Dream seems to be genuine in asking instead of assuming you will follow through with what he says. It almost makes up for the way that his eyes flit to your point of connection and slowly releases his grasp.

“Do you promise to be here when I wake up?” The bedroom is suffocatingly small in this moment, not helped by the waves of nausea rushing over your person. 

“Why must you be so obstinate?” For what is meant to be an insult, Dream’s gaze and and tone are softer than one would expect. Or maybe not. For all the times the two of you have bickered you’re not sure you can remember ever hearing any sort of heat in his words towards you.

“Its the only way I can get you to notice me.” Usually your remark would earn you a slight smile, maybe a particularly strong exhale if Dream is particularly amused. Now though, you see only concern.

“I notice you regardless of your temperament.” You’re not even aware you’re reaching out until the man startles ever so slightly. Heaviness weighs upon your body and your grip tightens just barely. Just enough to try and pull him back from the way his thoughts visibly surround him.

“Dream,”  Blue eyes search your own but you’re not sure what he’s looking for. His height is returning to that which you’re familiar with and its strange to see. To watch him shrink and soften before you all the while holding his hand in your grasp. Even as Dream nods, a just barely there movement you’re not even sure of at first, you think that he looks better this way. Familiar is good on him. So is Kind.

It’s easier to lean into him than you had thought it would be. The hand you insist on holding begins to gently steer you both back towards the bed, his free hand circling to hover over your lower back.

“Rest, we can continue this conversation when you awaken.” You’re scared to loose contact with him in case your...whatever Dream is at this point, will slip away in a moments notice. Even as he convinces you to sit you’re not entirely convinced that he’s not just waiting for a moment to usher you back to the waking.

“Do you promise?” Its your turn to whisper as you allow him to help you back to bed. For a heart stopping moment he stands at your bedside and you think he’s leaving. 

And then, the chair is pulled closer to the bed, enough so that his knees touch the side of the mattress when he sits.

“I give you my word.” Dream’s voice is warm and soothing as hot chocolate on a winter night and from the window behind you you notice sunlight begin to filter through the window. 

[ooffies]

› 〉 ◛ ⁀➷ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀꜱ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴅꜱ

❥─➤ Jamil, Floyd and Rook (separate) x gn!reader

 a/n: I did something like this for genshin awhile back and had a lot of fun with it so why not do it for twst characters. This will be a multi part series, each set of three characters will have a theme for the mini-fics. For this one the theme is bedtime/sleeping. I hope you enjoy them <3 (and also sorry if there are several grammatical errors ssjjsghs)

❥─➤ warnings: mentions of pregnancy (any mention also has /adoption or adopted to make it more open for however you want it to be), google translate French (I apologize to any French speakers who read this in advance)

°----°

╰─➤  Jamil | 

❥ They’re like mini Kalims, he is constantly worried about them and glued to their sides

❥ He’s already getting gray hair from these little rascals

❥ But he loves them with all his heart

❥ Will scold them and lecture them on how to behave when they do something stupid. But then will make them their favorite food for dinner

❥ Whenever he’s not attending Kalim’s side he’s with you and the kids. Being at home with you guys is the only place he wants to be after a tiring day of work.

❥ He’s very affectionate towards them but it’s subtle. He’ll hold them or their hand when asked/needed, hug them, tuck them into bed, cook for them, help them with their homework, etc without a complaint. He won’t outright dote on them though like call them his precious babies and constantly cover their faces in kisses.

❥ Jamil is a fantastic and very devoted husband. You’re the love of his life and he reminds you of that every day

❥ If you couldn’t tell already Jamil shows affection through acts of service, that’s how he mainly shows his affection towards you and the kids

❥ But when it comes to you he’ll give you both physical affection (especially in public and around others cause he’s a tad bit possessive due to his jealousy) and words of affirmation. Don’t forget to do the same for him! Give him all your love and affection, he deserves it

❥ A male wife. Will insist on doing chores or at least cooking dinner when he gets home, even if he’s been working all day. Some days much to his dismay you force him to relax and not do anything to help out around the house. The kids will come and bother him instead.

❥ When the family goes on evening walks through the city or trips to the market his arm is always wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him while he’s fretting over the kids

❥ He’s a bedtime story dad. The kids will force themselves to stay up and wait till he gets home just so they can listen to him read a bed story. He’s fantastic at it, it was something new you learned about him after having/adopting your kids. You often find yourself listening in

The warm light of the oil lamp radiates from the dark walls of the room. The window acts as a portal for the stars to shine their light on the bohemian rug that blankets the floor of your and your husband's room. The whole family is on top of the soft and wrinkled blankets piled on the bed. The kids rest on his lap while your head rests in the crook of his neck, your arms wrapped around his waist from behind. Your husband spins a tale of a boy, a diamond in the rough, and his adventures. One of his hands rests on your thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on it. His other ones hold his children, occasionally running his fingers through their hair. Although deeply intrigued by the story, his soft voice lulls both you and the kids closer to a deep and happy slumber.  “Know this. Only one may enter here. One who lies far within. The diamond in the rough……. Ah…..” his story comes to stop as he hears the soft snores of your children, “Now that they're passed out, I say we get some sleep as well love,” he says. Your response by giving him a soft “mhm”. Nuzzling your head deeper into the crook of his neck, taking in his scent while listening to him now mumble about how he has to find a way to move the kids off his lap without waking them. You then stop his light blabbering by pressing a kiss to lips, “Just let them sleep here tonight Jamil…… I like it when we’re all together like this…”. “Alright then,” he said taking his hand off your thigh, using it to hold your face ever so gently. You lean into his touch, eyes, and words heavy with sleep, “I love you Jamil.” His eyes widen slightly, shocked from the sudden declaration of love. But only seconds after his smile returns, “I love you more,” he says as he presses his forehead to yours, “Just give me one more kiss love, and then we’ll sleep.”

╰─➤  Floyd | 

❥ Oh boy

❥ Prepare for trouble and make it double, your child is just as chaotic as their father

❥ Dealing with them can be quite stressful but they often occupy each other with their chaos

❥ Floyd is either a great terrible father or a great one, there is no in-between

❥ The type of dad that asks his kid if they won if they got into a fight at school, so in other words, he encourages some not great habits and whatnot

❥ he would be the one to grab his child by the fin/feet and just hold them in the air like “behold”

❥ But following off of that in the opposing point, he is a very, and I mean VERY, supportive dad (and husband). He always has both you and your kids back, no matter what.

❥ A very doting dad and husband if you couldn’t already tell, his love languages are physical affection and words of affirmation

❥ Calls your kid an array of nicknames. He has his sea nicknames for the kid like “sea monkey or sea rabbit”, “kelp brain”, “(little) krill/krilly'' and “little elver/eel”. He’s also probably given you some more “lovey-dovey” sea creature nicknames like

❥ “My sea-star”, “pearl” and “pufferfish” (for when you’re mad at him)

❥ But his other dad-sona (???) is that he’s a bbq dad. Due to this other nicknames, he uses for his child are “kiddo”, “champ” and “junior”.

❥ You never expected Floyd to become a grill dad, no one did. But the day that man discovered what a grill was and that he could use it……. He just couldn't get slimy Lil hands off it.

❥ He just now has to smoke them meats, he loves his partner but a man just gotta grill. He becomes a different man when it’s just him and his grill

❥ He is now the king of hosting potlucks and bbq get-togethers

❥ One time Jade wanted him to grill mushrooms but he refused to so they argued and had almost burned the house down once cause they knocked over the BBQ during one of these fights

❥ Now Jade is just banned from them, he can come as long as he brings his own mushrooms dishes to eat

❥ He owns one of those shitty kiss the cook aprons and uses it to embarrass you. Trying to get you to kiss him whenever he can. You can do your best to act like you don’t know him but it won’t keep him away

❥ Beach trips are a family tradition for y’all. Every weekend your family goes down to the beach for the whole day. Sometimes camping there if y’all are feeling it.

The car's engine made a low hum in the vast night, passing by the dark beaches at a steady velocity. The two sounds mixed to make a clashing yet calming melody. This lullaby of the night had put your little one to sleep after a whole day by the sea with you and Floyd. Every now and then your eyes would drift from the road to the rearview mirror to check on them, making sure they were still sound asleep. Your husband, who had just been fussing over them by making his jacket act as a blanket so his baby wouldn't be cold, was now completely silent (which was quite rare). His eyes fixed on the ocean, the sea of blue hues your family enjoyed the day in was now a dark and nebulous void under the night’s dim starlight. He looked deep in thought, which was rare for him. His eyes slightly glazed over, his fingers tapping against his leg in a repeated rhythm. You wondered what he was thinking about, what was going through his brain at this exact moment in time. When you first met Floyd at Night Raven, you could never tell what he was thinking. It was a mystery, a beguiling oddity that no matter how hard you searched, you could never find the answer. Even after marrying him, even after having/adopting your kiddo with him, you could never read him. You take one of your hands off the wheel and place it over his. But it was fine that you never knew what was going through his head because he would always tell you. He blinks out of his daze, looking at your hand and then looking at you, his dopey gaze returning to his face. Floyd would always let you know how he was feeling, what he wanted… And how much he loves you. “Is something up seastar?” His hand clasps over yours now, his thumb running up down the back of your hand. The honesty and loyalty Floyd showed you made you feel special, the care for you and your baby makes your heart swell. Fond memories flood your mind. Memories of family hug piles, of him and the kiddo play fighting on the lawn of your home, of date nights that end with you being held closely in his loving arms. But most importantly, memories of these beach days, when it’s just you, him, and your guy’s precious kiddo. These memories sparkled like sea glass in the sand, each one just as gorgeous as the last. “Oh nothing much,” you replied, feeling your lips curve up into a soft smile, “Just thinking about how much I love you.”

╰─➤  Rook | 

❥ He’s a fantastic dad but he is also absolutely terrifying

❥ He’s able to match bébés précoce high-speed energy precisely and exactly

❥ His kids absolutely adore him even though they don’t understand what he’s saying half of the time

❥ Like Floyd, he encourages both good and not great but draws more of a fine line between the two.  

❥ The type of dad who interrogates and tests the teacher “nicely” during parent teacher conferences and scares them shitless. Don’t blame him, he just wants to make sure his kids have a good teacher

❥ Your guy's kid’s friends are either terrified of him or they love him. There's no in-between.

❥ Reads Shakespear or very complex poetry for the kids' bedtime stories. Some Days they like it and others they refuse to let him read and make you do it instead

❥ Rook is a fantastic husband and I mean it. Always there when either you or the kids need him. He keeps up a bright and uplifting mood when things are bad and heavily dotes on all of his family

❥ He is very very very affectionate, both physically and verbally. From peppering his kid's faces in kisses when they get home from school to showering his kids with compliments when they do personally well on a quiz/ test.

❥ I feel like he’s the type of dad who doesn’t care too much about grades cause all he wants is for his children to learn. Like they’ll get a C on a topic they’ve been struggling on and he’ll be over the moon with joy for them

❥ “Fantastique travail mon petit! I’m so proud of you.”

❥ He’s an outdoorsman dad so expect a lot of family outings. Fishing trips, camping trips, hiking, etc. He wants his kids to experience the world's beauty and wonders at a young age and throughout their life

❥ Even if it’s just an evening walk in the park after the kids are done with school, he just wants to be outdoors with his family

The smell of the fresh outdoors and smoke intermingled in the night air. The fire crackled and popped as it danced under the moon, its warmth finding its way to you. That wasn’t the only thing keeping you warm on this cold night, the family cuddle pile was quite a good source of heat too. You had been sandwiched in the middle of your exhausted kids and husband (Although is Rook ever exhausted?). You rested between Rook’s legs, your back touching his chest and his arms wrapped around your waist. your little ones were bundled up in your arms with their head resting on your chest. The sounds of nature and their parent's hushed chatting voices had lulled them to sleep. You brushed your hands through their hair gently so as not to wake them. A fond smile made its way across as you looked at their adorable sleeping, the fact they looked so at ease made you feel the same. Your husband watched you with keen eyes, his head rested on your shoulder and wearing a found smile from watching you care for your two’s babies. You looked over at your husband, eyes softening at the sight of his smile. You placed a soft kiss to his temple before saying in a murmured voice, “ So Monsieur, what will the Hunt family’s exciting, new, and adventure-packed excursion be tomorrow?” He laughs at your light-hearted over-exaggeration, “Eh Bien mon amour, I was thinking we would just spend the day at the beach since the les petits are quite exhausted from today’s hiking trip,” His hand mimics the same action as yours, gently running his fingers through one of the kid’s hair, “I wouldn’t want to wear them out and make it so they’re not enjoying this trip, no?” “That sounds great Rook,” you pause, mind suddenly in deep thought and your eyes now unconsciously fixated on the glowing campfire.  Your silence makes Rook give you a confused look, “Is something the matter mon cheri*?” Your eyes focus on the fire for a little while longer before looking at him. You take a strand of his hair and tuck it behind his ear, “No nothing wrong, I’m just so happy to be married to you and you can call me yours. I love you, Rook. Thank you for putting so much time and love into our family.” Your words make him smile. He brings his hand out to cup your face, his fingers soft to touch. He pulls you in and murmurs ever-so quietly, “Qu'ai-je fait pour te mériter, mon beau cœur?” His lips touch yours, interlocking perfectly, as if they were made for eachother.

“What did I do to deserve you, my lovely heart?”

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A Rebel In My Soul | Chapter 7: Six-feet's never felt so far

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Fem!Mitchell!Reader

Word count: 5k (told you it was long)

Warnings: okay so you've read the title. it's about Iceman's funeral. swearing, fluff, mentions of someone wanting to have kids (idk), drunk rooster, alcohol, mentions of rebel's mom (it's sad, i can't say more bc spoilers), mentions of Carole's passing, mention of terminal illness (unknown bc it's never said in the movie), mentions of period, several mentions of death, DEATH OF A MAIN CHARACTER, lots of crying, angst, lots of angst. i cried writing this chapter. Hangman's pov again.

Summary: Y/N "Rebel" Mitchell is one of the best aviators of her generation. She grew up hearing the adventures and stories of Maverick, her father, that he used as bedtime stories. She became an aviator with her best friend Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw and now both of them have to come back to the Top Gun Academy for an important mission. Only the best of the best is called for this mission, including the southern idiot called Jake "Hangman" Seresin. Both of you had hated each other since day one. Now, having to work together once more, you count the days for this mission to be over, not only to never see Hangman again, but to also cut all connections again with your father.  

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IMPORTANT A/N: I'M REALLY SORRY FOR ALL THE SAD FEELINGS YOU'RE GONNA HAVE WHILE READING THIS. I sobbed while writing it. I wasn't sure if I was gonna write Iceman's death or make him live but I needed this for the development of Fahrenheit's character (special thanks to @blue-aconite, for commenting my previous post about the character's call sign).

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After all the events from the day, the only thing you want is to take a long, relaxing shower. Once you get home, you see Rooster’s Bronco and hear some loud music coming from the inside. You open the door, taking off your shoes and walking inside to see your friend weightlifting in the homemade gym you and Rooster organized in the corner of the living room. He’s covered in sweat, jaw clenched and eyes fixated on the wall. Rooster’s in a bad mood.  

“Hey, I'm back” you speak a bit louder than the music coming from the speakers. He leaves the dumbbells on the floor and turns off the music.  

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I saw you running out of the room but I had to make sure that they were okay” he explains, coming closer to you and hugging you.  

“Don’t worry. I understand. Someone had to be there” you pat his back. “I saw them in the infirmary. They’re okay”  

“Yeah, I was there when they got in. They’re okay” 

“...why do you smell like Bag man?”  

You tense a bit in his arms. Shit, you should’ve taken it off when you got home. “Mine was wet and I had to drive so...” 

“Well, he’s sharp, at least.” He strokes your hair, still a bit wet. “I saw you in the locker room with him. He told me to leave”  

You move your head back enough to look up at him. “He kicked you out?” you question, surprised by what your friend is telling. He nods, moving to seat on the sofa.  

“Yeah, he didn’t talk but he gave me a look like saying ‘I got this, leave’” you sit next to him. “Was he nice?”  

“Yeah, Roos. He helped me. He’s a good guy when he wants to” 

He looks at you, frowning and bouncing his leg up and down. “What?”  

“Y/n, I think he’s trying to make a move here” Rooster explains, voice low as if his words were a secret.  

“I mean, I suspected something. He’s been trying to act nice with me, he apologized every time he fucked up and went out of his way to get me a coffee this morning.” you smile a little at the thought.  

Rooster groans and it scares you a little. “I’m gonna get out of here because if I have to see that smile again, I will throw up” says Rooster while moving to his room. You follow him, unsure of why your friend is acting like this.  

“What’s wrong with my smile?” you question, getting close to him with your hands on your hips. 

“You’re falling in love with Bag man”  

“I-I am not falling in love with him” you retort back instantly. A tiny part of your heart knows that he’s telling the truth. But admitting to be in love with someone is something really scary. You don’t think you’re ready for that.  

“Look into my eyes and tell me I'm lying”  

You stare at him, knowing well that awful at stare duels. You usually last very little time because Rooster has such an intense stare that you have to look away. However now you can’t even look at him in the eye. He grins, celebrating his victory.  

“I’m taking your bike” he says while entering his room and closing the door to get changed.  

“Leave your keys so I can take the Bronco later!” you say moving to your room. Rooster opens his door, shirtless, looking at you with a suspicious expression.  

“...where are you going?”  

“Everyone is meeting to celebrate that Phoenix and Bob are okay. I just came to take a shower” 

“Oh yeah, that’s right” he turns to leave but it’s stopped by your next words.  

“Jake told me to meet there later”  

“I knew it! You’re meeting with Bag man. Wait did you say Jake?”  

“It’s his name” you shrug.  

“You never call him by his name”  

“Well and he has never helped me through a panic attack before but here we are! Maturing and forgiving. We should learn a few things about that”  

He rolls his eyes. “Next thing you know, she’s inviting Maverick to her wedding with Bag man” he says, leaving the room to get his shirt and the car keys. He comes back, throws you his keys and leaves saying something along the lines of “please use protection, I don’t need to have a mini–Bag man running around”  

You go straight to the shower. The hot water relaxes your body but your mind is working faster than ever. You don’t know if you’ve ever felt something like this before. It’s a strange feeling, however. It's a new, warm and tender feeling but, at the same time, it feels familiar. As if it has always been there. It had been growing with the years, until it was big enough for you (and everyone else) to notice it.  

It’s always been him; it seems.  

You can’t lie to yourself anymore. There’s a feeling there. Call it whatever you want, but it’s there and it gets only stronger by the minute.  

You don’t realize how much time you’ve been until the water turns cold and it pull you out of your thoughts. You get out, put on a towel and grab the brush to untangle your messy hair.  

You find yourself thinking again about him. Well, about his body. How he hugged you, the tone, muscular arms that engulfed you in, how he applied the right amount of pressure to stop your terrible shaking-self.  

You look at your bed, Jake’s jacket laying in its full glory. You are tempted to wear it again, just to see his reaction. Maybe with that beautiful sundress that it’s been hanging on your closet for a while now. And some sneakers. Yeah, cute outfit.  

After drying your hair and applying some light make up, you get dressed and grab Rooster’s car keys, ready to leave. You hop in the car, smiling when the smell of Jake’s jacket fills your nostrils.  

Yeah, you’re completely head over heels for him.  

When you get to the Hard Deck, however, you smile fades away. Coyote and Hangman are trying to get a very drunk Rooster from the floor. He’s only been here for an hour; how did he get so drunk?  

“Rooster?” you come closer to the three men and he giggles when his intoxicated mind realizes who you are.  

“Reeeeeebel you’re so pretty tonight. Oh my god, are you wearing make up?” he asks with slurred words.  

“How did he end up like this?” you look at Jake, who has a sorrowful expression.  

“Tequila” answers Coyote. “He got here and asked for the whole bottle. He said he had argued with Maverick before and well...”  

“Oh gosh. I’m so sorry. Can you guys take him to the car? I’ll drive him home”  

“I don’t wanna go hooome” whines Rooster while hugging Coyote. Poor guy.  

You move closer to Jake. “I’m sorry I have to leave so soon...”  

“Y/n, it’s not your fault”  

Coyote looks at the both of you, smiling because his friend is having a normal conversation with you. At last.  

“Hey, give me the car keys’ and I’ll get him home” offers Coyote.  

“He came with Fanboy” explains Jake, as if reading your mind. “He lives close to your house; he can let Rooster there”  

“Yeah, and I'll get home walking. It’s just a few minutes, I don’t mind. And you just got in, you should get a drink and enjoy the night. In fact, it’s the first time I've seen you with that dress and it looks really good on you. My friend here would be so glad if you stayed so he can watch you all night”  

Your eyes widen and you look at Jake who is shooting daggers to Coyote. If looks could kill...  

“Okay, then.” you give Coyote the keys and accompany them to the car. “Thank you so much, Coyote”  

“I would say it’s my pleasure but Hangman’s the only one here benefiting from this” he says while turning on the engine and leaving the both of you. Once you stop seeing the car, you realize something.  

“Rooster didn’t give me my keys”  

Jake snorts. “You two are like kids, I swear. Don’t worry, I’ll drive you home”  

You nod, linking your arm with his. “I’ll buy you a beer, then” 

“Only one more, though. I have to get the princess home safe and sound.” 

You hit his arm. “Shut up”  

“You look good in my jacket, darling” he whispers so close to you that you can feel his breath in your neck.  

“If you don’t shut up...”  

“Oh, but I like you all flustered” you hit him again, harder this time. “Auch! Okay, okay. I’ll stop” he laughs. 

After you get two beers, you go outside the noisy bar. The two of you sit on one of the benches. It’s dark outside, only a few lanterns here and there to light the area. The salty scent of the sea and the sound of breaking waves wrap you in a comfortable feeling. It's the kind of night in which secrets are revealed and feelings are confessed.  

“Rooster told me about Maverick.” confesses Jake while looking at the water. “He told me about the papers. He did it to him first, and then to his own daughter”  

“You can’t trust this man when he’s drunk. But yeah... Neither of us knows why. I have an idea, though. Because of a conversation I heard when I was a child” you tell him. First secret of the night.  

“You don’t have to talk about it, Y/n”  

“I need to. I’ve never told anybody about this” you state.  

“Then I’m all ears, sweetheart” he says, giving you a reassuring smile. 

“Carole, Rooster’s mom, said once that she didn’t want her son to become an aviator like his father” you let out the most well-kept secret of your life. You heard it when you were almost ten years old. But you couldn’t tell that to your best friend. He wanted to be like his father so bad... How could you tell him that his mom didn’t approve it?  

“You think that Maverick pulled his papers because of her?”  

“It’s just a hypothesis but it’s the best one I got over the years” you say, sipping from your beer. 

“But he got mad at him. Why did Maverick think that doing the same to you would have different results?” 

“Here’s the other part of the hypothesis: Carole didn’t want me to become an aviator either”  

“And why did she thought she had anything to say about it?”  

You smile, a bit sad at the thought of that part of your life that you’re going to trust him with. Only your closest friends know.  

“Carole raised me as her own daughter. My mother left me and Maverick when I was only two years old. I don’t even know her name”  

Jake leaves his beer on the table and grabs your hand in his. “I’m so sorry to hear that...”  

“Don’t be. When I was old enough to know about my mother, Maverick gave me a box full of pictures and things he had collected for me. I never opened it”  

“Why? Weren’t you curious to know about her?”  

“I didn’t want to know anything about a woman that thought it was okay to leave a two-year-old kid. If she didn’t want me, I wasn’t gonna want her either” you reveal. It was, probably, the easiest decision you had ever made. Not knowing her implied not having to know why did she left you, if she ever missed you. If she had another family.  

You didn’t want to know.  

“And Carole raised you and Rooster alone”  

“Yes, she did. I spent more time in her house than in mine. Maverick spent a few months taking care of me but he was called for another mission and Carole took care of me. And then another mission came. And another, and another... I don’t blame him, though. We know how this is. You don’t have a choice” you feel Jake’s thumb caressing your knuckles and your body shivers at the touch. “Carole raised me. She taught me how to braid my hair, everything related to periods, how to put make up on, how to walk on high heels... Well, I've never learned how to walk properly on those, actually.” you laugh.  

“She loved you like you were hers”  

“Bradley and I used to say that we were siblings. Everybody knew we weren’t but for us... we were. We were raised by the same woman”  

“And you lost her, too”  

You take a deep breath. Yeah. Rooster lost his mother, but you lost yours, too. And only God knows how much you miss her.   

“She became sick. It was really quick, actually. I don’t know if that’s better or worse. One day she was smiling and wearing beautiful dresses and then the next... she was gone” you don’t know when the first tear fell from your cheek, but Jake quickly wipes it away. He gets up and walks around the table to sit beside you and pull you close to him.  

You find yourself in Jake’s hugs for the second time today, but this one is warmer. You can feel his heartbeat against your cheek. Is steady and calm.  

“I’m sorry you had to go through all of that, Y/n” 

You hug him closer. “Life sucks, I guess. Now you have to tell me about your family. Spill the beans, cowboy”  

He chuckles and strokes your hair. “Well... Both my parents are alive. I have four sisters. I'm the only boy among the Seresin’s siblings. My older sister has two kids and I love them with my entire soul”  

You move your head back to look at him. “You’re the cool uncle?” 

He smiles shyly. “I love kids, okay? Tell anyone and I’ll deny it”  

“So you want to have kids”  

“A few, yeah. I want to raise them in my family’s ranch.”  

You stop hugging him, even if you don’t want to, because the position you two are in is hurting your neck. You move back a bit, Jake’s hand instantly moving to search your own. It’s like you two cannot stay away from the other.  

“You want kids. You know how to listen when your head is not up your ass. You’re a gentleman when you want to...” he laughs, shaking his head at your words. “Honestly, how are you single?”  

He looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars. “Maybe I was waiting for the right person” he says, leaning closer, his eyes moving from yours to your lips.  

You move closer to him, your heartbeat so loud that you can hear it in your ears. “Did you find them?”  

He moves his hands to your cheeks, one thumb moving over your bottom lip. “Yeah, I did” he whispers, his breath fanning over your features. You close your eyes, ready to feel his lips on yours.  

And then the phone rings.  

You pull away with a groan, taking your phone out of your pocket. Maverick.  

“Okay, that’s the biggest timing I’ve ever seen” he laughs, getting his drink.  

“He never calls me. It must be important.” you press the green button on the screen. “Yes?” 

“Iceman’s gone”  

If a minute ago your heart was beating faster than ever, now it has completely stopped working. You freeze, unable to respond or do anything. Uncle Ice is gone? He said he was okay. Did he... did he lie to you?  

Of course, he did.  

“Y/n? Are you still there?” you hear Maverick talking to you but it sounds so far away your mind doesn’t really process it.  

The phone falls from your grip, Jake catches it before it falls to the ground. “Hey, are you okay?”  

“Hangman is that you?”  

“Yeah, sir. Rebel is here with me. She’s in shock. What did you tell her?”  

“Admiral Kazansky has passed away. It was like an uncle for Rebel.” 

“I understand, sir. I’ll take care of her” he hangs up, putting the phone in his pocket and moving you to his lap. “Come here, darling. You seem to be unable to catch a breath today.”  

“He told me he was okay... I wanted to v-visit him but I didn’t have time” you choke on your words, tears falling down your face. Jake inhales deeply and pulls you impossibly closer.  

“Let’s get you home, okay? I’ll stay with you if you need me” you nod, and he takes you to his car. He only stops holding you when he has to walk around the car to sit behind the wheel, but he grabs your hand after that.  

When you get home, you hear snores from Rooster’s room. You would give everything in the world to be asleep right now, but closing your eyes today will be difficult.  

“Let’s get you out of this dress, you’re cold” says Jake in a sweet tone. Honestly, if your poor heart survives today is because of him.  

Jake accompanies you to your room, making you sit on the bed while he moves around the room looking for everything you need. He comes back with an old hoodie and some shorts and leaves them on the bed. “This will make you feel warm in a minute. I’ll go to the bathroom to look out for something to clean your face. Call me when you’re changed, okay?”  

“Jake” you call his name, your voice hoarse for the second time today.  

“Yes, honey?”  

“Thank you. For everything. I owe you a big one”  

He kneels before you, taking your hands in between his. He brings one of them to his lips, leaving a kiss in your palm. “Hey, you don’t owe me anything. But I'll have one of those beautiful smiles if you insist”  

You smile a bit. It doesn’t reach your eyes, and Jake’s hand drops yours to caress your cheek. “He’s in a better place now, right?” you question, tears flooding your eyes.  

“I’m sure he is, sweetheart. He’s putting everyone in his place up there.”  

You nod, wiping your tears away. He kisses your forehead and goes to the bathroom. Every time he kisses you, your heart skips a beat. You wish you could enjoy that feeling, embrace it and also, deal with all the unsaid words between Jake and you. Because he said that you were the one. He really just poured his heart out there for you to take it, and what had you given him in return? Tears. You need to let him know in a way that you return his feelings, whatever they are. 

“I found your micellar water” he says, entering the room again once you got changed. He has two cotton pads on his hand, and you look at him wondering how the heck does he know what micellar water is.  

“You know about makeup?”  

“Four sisters, remember? I even went once in a midnight run to the store to buy some tampons” he says, pressing the cotton pad against your skin and removing your makeup.  

“You have the whole package” you say, closing your eyes. “Honestly, though. You’re too perfect”  

He stops cleaning your skin and scoffs. You open your eyes to look at him. “I’ve been a jerk half of my life. Too proud to even admit when I was wrong. I’m not that good”  

“Well, you’re good now” you say, this time you’re the one holding his hands. “You’re good for me. And that’s all that matters, Jake”  

He smiles a bit. “I want to kiss you so bad. But I’ll wait because I don’t want you to remember our first kiss in the future and bringing so many bad memories.”  

You sigh. “You’re really something else.” you get up, taking the cotton pads and throwing them to the bin. “You should go home and rest. I’ll see you at the funeral”  

“I’m not leaving you” Jake states.  

“But”  

“No buts. You need someone and the chicken nugget you have for a friend is completely passed out. I’m staying with you”  

“...did you just call Rooster chicken nugget?”  

“It’s McNuggie for me” he says with a serious voice.  

You burst into laughter. Honestly that’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard someone call him. Jake laughs too. You really needed to laugh a bit.  

“I’ll go to McNuggie’s room and get you some clothes.” you say, leaving your room to go to Rooster’s. He doesn’t even move when you open the door. You grab a t-shirt and some grey sweatpants from his closet and leave quickly, not wanting to disturb his sleep. Even though you know he won’t notice it.  

“Here. You can change in the bathroom”  

He nods and goes change. You hear Rooster’s phone ringing. It’s Maverick again delivering bad news? You grab your phone from the nightstand, where Jake left it before. Several messages from Phoenix and Bob, who knew about Iceman being the closest thing to an uncle you’ve ever had.  

You also see a message from Iceman’s daughter. Snowcone, as you and Rooster used to call her when she was little. She was like her father in many aspects, but she chose to be a WSO instead of a pilot. Her call sign is Fahrenheit. Their companions gave it to her after a few weeks in the academy. Everyone knew she was the Admiral’s daughter. And they also knew about Iceman, how he was cool and cold. But he melted every time his little girl did something that made him proud. Also, she is the warmest person you’ve ever met. You always thought that she and Rooster would end up together. You haven’t talk to her in a while, you thought she was away on a mission. Maybe she was just focusing on her father.  

You open Fahren’s conversation. It’s a short text. She wasn’t one to beat around the bush.  

Fahren: He wanted you to have a good memory of him, Reb. He knew he was dying and he didn’t want us around when the time came. He only let my mom be with him. You know how he was. Always taking care of his girls.  

You: This man... How’s your mom? 

Fahren: Relieved. Sad. Tired. She just wanted him to stop suffering. He did.  

You: It’s hard... You’ll be okay. Both of you.  

Fahren: I know. Rest. I know you haven’t had a good day.  

You: Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow.  

Rooster busts into the room with teary eyes. Oh shit, Maverick told him.  

“I-it’s true? Uncle ice...”  

You nod and get up to hug him, your own tears falling again. Jake leaves the bathroom and sees the scene. In his mind, Jake is questioning how you two got such a bad luck in life.  

“Hangman? What are you wearing my clothes”  

“She was with me when Maverick called. I couldn’t leave her alone” explains Jake, moving closer to pat Rooster’s shoulder. “I’m sorry for your loss, Bradshaw.” 

He nods, wiping his tears. “Thanks, man. I’m going to make some coffee; do you guys want?”  

“Yeah, I don’t think I can get any sleep anyway” you admit, walking to the kitchen followed by the two men.  

The three of you sit quietly around the kitchen isle, every single one of you submerged in their own thoughts. The only sound in the room is the coffee machine heating up the brown liquid.  

“If someone told me that Hangman would be seated in my kitchen at midnight with my clothes on, I would have never believed them” says Rooster giving a mug to you and Jake.  

“It’s kinda weird I’ll give you that” retorts the other man. “Do you guys have good memories with the Admiral?”  

You look at Rooster, an instant smile spreading over. “Yeah... a lot” you tell.  

“You know his daughter is a WSO?” Rooster asks Jake and he nods. “We call her Snowcone. And the three of us were always causing havoc when the Kazanskys invited us for dinner. One time, this girl over here sneaked in the Admiral’s office and stole one folder that had ‘Top Secret’ in big red letters”  

“Oh no, not that one” you cover your face, trying to disappear.  

“So, she walks around the house reading the papers and there was like a map in there. She goes up to Snowcone’s room to grab her crayons”  

“Oh, you didn’t" Jake says looking at him.  

“He went on a meeting next day and when he had to show the map to the rest... it had a cute little drawing of Iceman and Maverick in pink aircrafts”  

Both men laugh at the image of a tiny little y/n painting pink aircrafts in a map. You smile at the memory. When you saw Iceman the next week, he wasn’t angry. In fact, he hung the drawing in his office, among other ones that his own kids had drawn before. He even had one from Rooster.  

“He was a good man. Very patient, too. Had to be to deal with Maverick’s ass during all these years” Rooster says.  

“Yeah... and with our asses” you laugh again. 

The three of you stay all night in the kitchen, remembering the most interesting adventures you had while growing up and making Jake part of your small family. He sits there, listening in awe to all the pranks you used to pull on him and Maverick during the years. He eventually tells a few stories of his own, Rooster warming up to him and asking a few things. You know that they can be good friends, and it melts your heart that he is making the effort to be in the same room with him because Jake is now an important part of your life.  

And if Hangman was willing to stay up all night hearing stories about Iceman and Maverick to cheer you up, he would be part of Rooster��s life too.  

Several hours later, you find yourself in full dress blue uniform in front of the mirror. Taking deep breaths, you go to the living room where Rooster and Jake are waiting for you. Jake went to his house a few hours ago to get his uniform. He looks really good.  

“You ready, darling?” asks the man you were staring at.  

“As ready as I'll ever be”  

They both nod, Rooster going to the door. You walk with Jake towards his car. He has offered to drive both of you to the cemetery.

It took Jake twenty minutes to drive there. There was no music, no small talk, nor even a breath could be heard during the ride. Jake was worried, actually. Last night, Rooster and Rebel never once stopped talking, having lots of stories to share with him. Now, it seemed like they would never talk again. He realized that wearing the uniform and going to the funeral makes it all more real. And it made it hurt more. 

Jake also felt bad because all the events that had happened in the last 24 hours had brought him closer to Y/n that he could ever thought possible. She had shared a lot of her, her secrets, her childhood stories, she even stayed around when he said that she was the one for him. If Maverick hadn’t called, they would even have kissed.  

Jake knew that he shouldn’t be grateful for all that, but he was. Because of that, he was able to be with her in her vulnerable moments. He gained her trust. And he had to stop himself several times from kissing her. It wasn’t the moment for that, as Jake confessed to her. He had given her enough bad memories for a lifetime. If they were to make new memories together, he wanted them to be happy, beautiful ones.  

Once they arrived to the cemetery, all the Dagger squad was there. Even Maverick. Y/n walked immediately towards two women who, he supposed, were the Admiral’s wife and daughter. She hugged them close, the older woman crying for what it seemed the hundredth time that day.  

Rooster told Jake that Iceman asked Maverick to nail his wings on his coffin if he ever passed before him. It was a sign of respect. Jake’s chest tightened at the idea that maybe soon enough he will be nailing his wings in someone’s coffin if the mission wasn’t successful. He didn’t want to think of that.  

He stood next to Phoenix who seemed to be waiting for the appropriate time to ask why did he drive Y/n and Rooster here. After a few moments, the two joined them and the funeral began. He knew he wasn’t supposed to, but he took Y/n’s hand in his whenever he could. She seemed grateful to have a grounding touch.  

Once that the Admiral’s coffin was underground, Fahrenheit got closer to the tombstone. The formalities had ended, everyone was in small groups, greeting old friends and talking about the late admiral. Nobody was paying attention to her, except the Dagger squad. Fahren stood in front of her father’s grave, her knees buckled, falling to the ground. She began to cry; her agonizing cries being heard by every single soul present at the graveyard. Rooster ran to her, kneeling down and holding her between his arms. She held onto him for dear life. It seemed that the admiral’s daughter had tried to be brave for him until the very end. Not only for him, but for her family too. She had to take care of the family now. She didn’t know how to do it without her father.  

Y/n, that had been talking to Penny until she heard Fahren cry, also ran to hug her friend. Fahren, Rooster and Rebel had lost a father. Biological or not, it didn’t matter. Iceman took care of them in the same way. Jake had come to that conclusion after all the stories he heard about him. Maverick had been the funny and cool paternal figure, also the one that would always be there whenever they needed him. Iceman had been the mentor. He had taught them mathematics; Maverick had taught them how to drive a bike. Iceman, Maverick and Carole had raised those kids. They were alone, now, with broken hearts, open wounds, and unhealed traumas. 

Carole had died long ago.  

Maverick deceived them soon after.  

And now, Iceman, the only similar thing to a relative they had left, was gone, too.  

[inkrabbit]

I would like to request something fluffy with Mountain. Im giving you free hands on that lol. Also your writing is amazing!

you're sweet anon <333 tbh, I had this fic in the works before this ask and decided that it would be a great time to finish it

You hear the distant rumble of thunder, the soft pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the library following soon after. You had heard some of the siblings talking about there being a possibility of a thunderstorm, but you didn’t pay too much attention to it. Now you’re sitting here, kicking yourself for not even bringing a jacket.

Fine. You could always pack up now and run back to the main building; move your study back to your room. Slipping your bookmark into the center of the book, you close it and your notebook, piling everything into your bag. Now you understood why there weren’t any siblings in the library today when there had been a couple groups yesterday.

Right as you get to the door, you hear it getting worse. You glance outside, watching as the rain poured down, loud and heavy as it assaulted the ground. Of course. Of course this would happen. Lucifer knows how long this will go on for and you don’t want to chance the run from the library through the garden, worried the rain would soak through your bag and ruin your books.

You notice something outside, though. A large, dark mass sitting in the grass that surrounded the pathway back to the main building, tail swishing back and forth. You squint a bit, looking closer.

It’s Mountain, the ghoul leaning back on the palm of his hands, letting the storm wash over him. He’s completely soaked, his hair slicked back and clothes sticking to his body. You hesitate before you open the library’s large door.

“Mountain!” His ear twitches as he looks back at you. “Shouldn’t you be inside?”

He’s slow, pushing himself up and to his feet. His shirt droops, showing off his collarbone and the top of his chest as he slowly walks forward.

“Where’s your jacket?” he asks you, finally moving under the awning of the library. His body drips, soaking the already-damp ground below him.

“I didn’t think to bring one,” you confess softly. “But what are you doing out here? I would’ve thought Rain would’ve been out here before you.”

“Oh, he is!” He laughs softly, tail gesturing behind him. “He’s off by the pond, though. But with how hot and dry it was, the rain feels nice.”

You hadn’t thought of that. You knew he was an earth ghoul, but you didn’t even think about how the heat must’ve bothered him.

Mountain looks behind you. “You the only one in there?”

“Yeah. No one else came out,” you tell him. “I can see why now.”

“Want me to keep you company?” He takes a step forward, a kind smile on his face. You match it, stepping aside to make him room. He shakes himself out first, wringing his shirt out before he finally passes through the threshold. You let the door shut, following him back into the library as he looks around.

“Haven’t spent time in here in a while,” he comments softly. “I know Aether likes to read every now and then, but I couldn’t ever get into the books here.”

“None of them catch your attention?” He shakes his head.

“Not exactly my style,” he tells you. “It’s hard for me to sit still for long periods of time. At least while I’m drumming, I’m still doing something.”

You supposed it made sense as you follow him over to one of the tables. He pulls out one of the chairs, turning it around so he can straddle it, arms crossing the back as he rests his head on top. He gives you a lazy smile as he watches you settle into your seat, digging out your books.

“How about you read to me?” he suggests. “Entertain me while I dry off.”

“I thought you had a hard time keeping still?” you tease and he just laughs softly.

“Was kinda hoping you’d read to me like it’s a uh… bedtime story.” His smile in contagious as he stares at you through lidded eyes.

“You really want Latin as your bedtime story?”

His brows furrow. “Those books are written in Latin?”

“Yeah, some of them are.”

“Oh, man.” He seems so surprised now. “I thought you guys just like… read through the little satanic book and recited prayers. Not anything complex like this.”

“That’s like me saying all you do is just hit drums while you’re playing.”

“And somehow, you’re not technically wrong.” You two laugh together. “But you can’t forget my cymbals and everything else. Just having one drum would… be very sad.”

“Could you tell me more about it?”

He’s animated as you sucker him into talking more about the drums, and you notice how his tail flicks back and forth in excitement. He seems more alive as he talks about music and you love seeing him like this. You know he’s one of the calmest ghouls under Copia’s reign, and one of the most laid back. You love seeing him show so much emotion outside of the rituals.

“Wait… I’m probably boring you.” Truthfully, it breaks your heart when he stops, the light having gone out from his eyes as he folds his arms back on top of the chair’s backrest. “Sorry. I can get a little excited whenever someone asks me about music.”

“No, no! I love it!” You give him a smile, and while his hand isn’t on the table, you reach yours out in a supportive manner, resting it on the cold top. “Mountain, I just love seeing you like… that. It’s so different from how you normally are.”

The smile he gives you is small, almost bashful. “Music’s just a huge thing to me. People don’t normally summon earth ghouls. The last time someone did, it was…” He trails off in thought, racking his brain. “I think it was a mistake? And instead of blaming themselves, they got mad at me. Started yelling and hitting me...” But still, he gives you a smile. “That’s why I’m thankful Copia and the others are so kind. When I saw where I was being summoned, I was scared it was just going to be like last time.”

“Mountain…” He reaches out and across the table, gently picking up your hand and holding it in his own.

“People like you and Copia and the fans,” His tail still moving behind him as he gives you a squeeze. “it makes me think that everything I’ve gone through was worth it. Any stupid request or botched summon or even the weirdos. I wouldn’t trade any of it knowing it all led me back here.”

“I’m glad you’re here with us.”

“Me, too.” He doesn’t let your hand go, but he gestures his head towards your books. “Now, enough about my trauma. How about you teach me Latin?”

“You wanna learn Latin?”

“Sure! Think of it as a trade!” He holds his head high proudly with such a wide grin. “You teach me some things while this storm passes, and I’ll teach you the drums!” He falters a bit. “You know, if you want to.”

You let out a soft laugh. “Mountain, I would watch paint dry with you. Of course I would love drum lessons.”

[chocolvte]

GOT7 REACTION — what the members would be like as older brothers

REQUEST — Hi, so if it's cool with you could you do a headcanon about what got7 would be like as older brothers?

LISTEN TO — don quixote by seventeen

MARK

facetimes you like once every three months but always answers you when you call him

seems like the type to text you “how do i do xyz” and it’s like the simplest shit ever but he’s simply a boomer and gets confused aww (KIDDING)

gets super pissed when you tell him about any friend drama

and he’s always on your side, no matter what

honestly very sweet to you. medium forgets you exist for a little while but he treats you very well otherwise LOL

「 jaebeom 」

why do i have the feeling y’all had beef when you were younger??

like he’d definitely have bullied you as kids

pulling the ‘i’m older so you have to do what i say!!!’ card all the time

but as you both got older and wiser things got way better between you and now you’re his little bestie

he takes you everywhere with him and you have the same sense of humor so you have lots of inside jokes. you’re even friends with lots of his friends. everyone jokes that they like you more

「 jinyoung 」

the most PROTECTIVE older brother ever

feels the need to vet everyone around you for whatever reason. and it’s always something stupid too like after driving y’all somewhere he’d be like: nah they didn’t pass the vibe check. they didn’t know that one song i played 😒😒

and if you wanted to start dating???

goodbye

he’d treat everyone you brought over as if they were the sketchiest person ever. acts way tougher than he is and definitely would be passive aggressive until they won him over

but also he always pays for your dinner and he always wants to know what’s going on with you

「 jackson 」

jackson has the chillest older brother energy in my humble opinion

like i think he would definitely be protective of you and your energy. he never wants to hear that anyone has done you dirty

that’s when he’d get aggressive but if not then he thinks your life is your business

but also he wants to know EVERYTHING. like mf is NOSY bahaha but he wants to seem like he doesn’t care too much

「 youngjae 」

jae definitely has that shows up in your room, touches three things, then walks out and leaves the door open brother energy

never communicates his feelings directly

but he’d peel your perilla leaves for you, cut your food into bite size pieces, tie your shoes for you if your hands are full, take off your makeup if you come home too drunk to do your skincare

basically acts of service is his love language

he never wants to say that he loves you because he thinks that’s weird but he still thinks you’re the cutest younger sibling ever

「 bambam 」

the type to sit with you while you’re getting ready and just play different songs and gossip with you. then proceeds to say that he helped LMAO

always takes your pictures for you. and he’s so well trained. he always knows the right angles

probably would try to date one of your friends but he’d give it a rest if you really get angry and yell at him about it

but also all of your friends would like him because he’s so easy to hang out with and somehow he’s just always around

also it’s giving: don’t worry kiddo. this one’s on me.

but only after he pretends not to have his wallet on him or something 💀

「 yugyeom 」

like a silent little bodyguard

he’d be the type to unknowingly be a really scary older brother to everyone else, but to you he’s just this little softy

as kids he always read you bedtime stories and got you ready for school in the morning

low key gets emotional that you’re growing up

i think you guys would just be super close and have that relationship that everyone wishes they had with their sibling

but when you fight you FIGHT. like you rarely argue over stupid things so if y’all are beefing it’s definitely over something major