#but not in a way that would harm my ability to continue helping my wife with housework or any of the other dreary domestic duties

[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

I am extremely sad and miserable and angry today, and I want to do something stupid, but I almost certainly won't, because I think I am mature enough now not to do something stupid, but I can't tell you enough how much I hate it. God I hate it. I hate life. I hate being alive. I wish I had never lived. Where is it all even going? Nothing could possibly be worth this. God damn it.

[explosionkatsu]

Unadorned Love

Human!Alastor x Waitress!F!Reader

Warning: Gore

Alastor finds you to be quite similar to his deceased mother which made him enticed to you. He couldn't help but visualize you attending to him with a cup of hot coffee instead of the random stranger who ordered it. He couldn't also help his smile widen, yet at the same moment, his heart ached when he saw you smile at the man who appeared to be flattering you.

He didn't appreciate the thought of you, going home to a male who wasn't him.

Alastor has been visiting the same cafe for almost years now. At first, he would just simply walk in, have his breakfast then depart after dining. But once you began laboring at the said cafe, he couldn't help but catch a glimpse of you. He couldn't keep his eyes on how elegant you looked just as you gracefully cater to every consumer with a smile. That softly angelic smile seemed to capture his being.

This is why Alastor now spends most of his time dining in the cafe to catch sight of you.

Finally getting out of his daze, he looked at the same menu, scrutinizing every dish he knew he tasted these past few years. Nothing changed, only a few new meals were summed up but he couldn't bring himself to order them. After finalizing what to feast for this morning, Alastor raised a hand as he tried and catch the attention of the waitress who happened to be you.

“Ah. A lovely morning, Mister Alastor.” You bowed your head while clutching the clipboard to your chest. “What have you chosen to devour this morning?” You raise a question and pull the pen out to write his order, your glossy natural pink lips forming into a gentle smile.

Alastor glanced down at your lips which you caught on before he darted at you with his eyes half-lidded. “Good morning as well, Y/n.” He spoke. “My, how numerous times do I have to inform you to call me by my name only.” He chuckled telling this.

You laughed lightly after hearing this. “Mister Alastor, you are a paying customer. Every customer must be treated with respect.” You explained smiling at him.

Hearing your laugh was the best melody he listened to. He cannot help himself but gaze at you fondly whilst his pride swells up for his ability to make you laugh. “But not every customer respects you, don't they?” He expressed. “Do you still consider they merit the respect they can't provide in return?”

“Well, I presume there is no harm in disregarding that, as long as they won't provoke any physical harm..” You drifted off as you guessed about it.

“Hm.” Alastor hummed. Oh how easy it is to control you. You were indeed destined to be his wife. “Think about it, my dear.” He continued. “If things like this ever occur, do not hesitate to reach out to me.” He spoke before fishing out his calling card to his chest pocket and handing it to you. “Now! Please add these waffles along with the eggs! And don't forget the maple syrup!”

You took his card since you guessed you were never gonna use it in any way, but an incident earned you to consider otherwise.

No. It was not concerning her job. It was something else.

You didn't quite expect the cafe to finish off this late due to a colleague who wasn't able to arrive for work due to a crisis and the number of consumers suddenly increased. You, being an understanding person as you are, stood for their shift. The 16 hours of labor was finally taking a toll on you and you didn't appreciate it. Your back was aching and your heels were weakening. This is the first time you've had a tough time stepping on 2 inches heels on your way home.

11 pm is what it says on your watch once you inspect it. You were grateful though that your boss let you take an off tomorrow since the usefulness you provided today wasn't a joke. You were already planning your day when a sudden chilling feeling ran down your spine. You sense somebody is watching you, observing you. Just pondering about this made you clutch your purse to your chest as you fearfully proceeded with strolling on your way home. It’s still a 15-minute walk which caused you to swear under your breath.

Looking behind you will do no good so you pressed on, concentrating on going home safely. But the noise behind you urged you to run, but you didn’t. Instead, with your trembling hands, you took your phone out and attempted to recollect any number you could to dial down but nothing came up. It would be a hassle for you to take your contact book out of your purse and flip through it in a situation like this.

All of a sudden, you remember the calling card you hid in your bosom. With minimal movement, you seized it out and had to squint to read in the darkness of the pavement. After successfully dialing it down, you placed your phone to your ear as you hear it ring.

Your pace is now rapid as you hear the steps behind you grow closer. You were chanting in your mind for him to please answer.

“Hello-”

‘Finally!’ You thought. “M-mister Alastor.” You whispered getting slightly breathless.

Alastor was just finishing up after his broadcast. He thought he could use a liquor after his shift since his shadow is quenched for now which means he doesn't need to slaughter for now. Once he stood up, he took notice of his telephone ringing. ‘This late?’ He thought raising an eyebrow before proceeding to respond to it. “Hello-”

His eyes slightly widen when he hears your voice. It's you. You called him.

“M-mister Alastor.”

He immediately senses that something seems off. You were stuttering, whispering, breathless, and appeared to be terrified.

“I-i know I-it’s a bit late. But c-could you please escort m-me on my way home..”

“My darling, where are you?” Alastor muttered as calmly as he could as he gripped his telephone tightly causing his knuckles to turn white.

“I-I’m here walking alone near the- AAHH!!”

“Y/n!?” Now he was panicking. He instantly put on his ebony trench coat and fedora, fleeing his home in the middle of the woods. “Find her.” He spoke, his voice low and dark. “Keep the insolent fool alive until I arrive.”

His shadow nodded in response before finally fleeing.

When he finally arrived at the scene, his blood was raging as he gazed at the scenario in front of him.

You were half-naked, cowering to the corner of the alleyway. Your beautiful dress was ripped and torn, your hair was everywhere, and your smile wasn’t visible. He could see tears streaming down your cheeks whilst you made an effort and cover up under your thin arms.

Something snapped inside Alastor. His smile was crooked when he laid his eyes upon the drunk bastard who tried claiming you forcefully.

Before he could initiate his vengeful plan, he took off his coat and draped it on you. “My darling. Shh. You are safe now.” He whispered wrapping his arms around you and leaving a kiss on your temple. “My love, will you close your eyes and cover your ears for me? Do not open them until I said so, is that clear?”

You, looking at him with your terrified expression, nodded and did as he said.

“Such a good girl for me. You shall have a reward after this.” Alastor spoke before finally turning his eyes onto the guy who was being beaten down by his shadow.

“As for you..” Alastor smiled, his steps were gradual as he walked nearer to him. “You’ve made a great mistake of touching what’s mine.”

A cry of agony was the only noise through the night but no one appeared to hear this.

Alastor and his shadow feast on the organs of the now-dead man. The splatter of blood was everywhere when he tortured him for what he did. His intestines were shoved down his throat, his eyes were out of their sockets, and his heart was now missing, as well as his other organs. “Take care of the rest. Make sure there's no trace left behind.” He spoke before finally standing up and walking toward you whose eyes were still shut and ears covered.

Alastor carefully lifted you in his arms as he fled the scene and returned to his sanctuary where he planned on taking care of you. He was now replacing the nasty lewd kiss spread on your delicate skin and the marks that he was trying to cover with his own.

“Ma belle cheri... I shall take care of you.”

[hyper-fixated-delusions]

For the first time.

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader.

A/N: I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! Also comments, reblogs, shares and likes are super appreciated, thank you! :)

Translations: “Detka.” Baby.

“Amor.” Love.

Word count: 775.

Masterlist.

You and Wanda were first time parents and to say you were nervous about it was a complete understatement.

Your wife had just given birth one week ago and in the 10 years that you and Wanda have been together your wife has always displayed qualities that proved she would someday be a great mother, but the same really couldn’t be said for you.

It’s not that you hated children or anything, quite the opposite. In fact, when your wife brought up the idea that she wanted a family you agreed wholeheartedly.

Wanting mini Wanda’s and mini you’s running around your home one day. But you just were never quite as experienced when it came to children like your wife.

So when the time came to bathe your newborn twins you were filled with an irrational fear that you’d hurt them.

Them being the tiniest little humans you’ve ever held, you were afraid of the ways you could accidentally cause them pain.

“Relax detka, you’ll be fine,” your wife says softly from beside you, as she joins you in the bathroom, seeing your internal struggle as you hold a newborn Billy securely in your arms.

“But Max, what if I drop him into the water while bathing him and he chokes, or what if I accidentally get shampoo in his little eyes and blind him or something?” You say aloud, voice shaky with fear.

“My love, you will do no such a thing, it’ll all be okay,” Wanda says, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Alright, I trust you,” you say softly. “Okay it’ll all be fine Y/N, you can do this,” you say to yourself, talking yourself up to help settle your nerves.

“So the first thing you want to do is make sure the water temperature is fine,” your wife says from beside you, having put Tommy down to sleep after his own bath so all her attention can be on you to help ensure you didn’t get any more nervous than you already were. “If the water is too hot for you, then it is too hot for the babies,” your wife says and you nod. “Okay, now hold his head like this,” Wanda instructs, placing your hand under Billy’s head and the base of his neck as you carefully and gently place your son into the small tub.

“Like this?” You ask, nervous eyes glancing at the red head quickly.

“Yes, baby, you got it,” Wanda assures, her soft tone causing you to feel calm.

“He’s so tiny, babe,” you whisper in awe, eyes twinkling in surprise as you take in how small your son truly is.

“He is,” your wife smiles, taking in your proud features. “Now, slightly wet the top of his head,” Wanda instructs and you do as told, “okay, once his head is damp put a few droplets of shampoo on his head and softly lather it.”

“Am I doing it right?” You question softly as you massage small circles onto Billy’s head.

“Yes detka, you’re doing so good, you’re a natural,” your wife says, as you shoot her a proud beaming smile.

As you continue bathing your son with few instructions from your wife you feel your heart swell with pride once you’re done, having not injured your son during his first bath and feeling much more confident in your abilities as a mother.

“There, all done,” you breathe in relief once you finish dressing Billy and laying him in his crib, “he’s down for some of the night, I hope,” you say smiling at having accomplished what you believed was an impossible task.

“You did amazing, baby,” Wanda beams from beside you, turning to face you, her arms going around your neck.

“All thanks to you Max, I certainly couldn’t have done it without you,” you say, wrapping your arms around her waist.

“You truly are a natural my love, I mean it. We just need to get you out of that pretty little head of yours. Look, Billy is fast asleep and free of harm, you did such a good job bathing him, I’m sure this is the first of many amazing things you will do with our sons and I’m so glad you’re the person I get to share these moments with detka,” your wife says placing a chaste kiss on your lips, turning around in your arms to admire your sleeping sons.

“I’m so glad I get to share these moments with you too Max, and that you’re the mother of our children, thank you for this, amor, for expanding our family,” you say, as you place a soft kiss on her cheek.

[manonim]

Èr is the second child and the oldest son of Jie and Zen. He’s a traveler, who probably seen the whole world by now but is still searching for adventures together with his emergency foo- ahem… I mean his loyal companion Pit!

Full Name: Èr Huang

Alias(es): The cunning fox, the first son…

Species: fox demon (three-tailed)

Gender: male

Affiliation(s): no info

Occupation(s): traveler

Weapon(s): no info

Place of birth: Red fang mountain

Age: 1000+

Home: none (since he’s travelling)

Likes: pretty or expensive things, money, travelling, learning about culture of humans…

Dislikes: animals, stupid people, celestials or gods, snakes, lies

Family:

Jie- mother

Zen- Father

Yī and Sān- siblings

DFK- grandfather

Friends/Allies:

No info

Enemies:

No info

Status: alive

Abilities:

No info

Personality:

Since the start Èr’s personality was making him pretty disliked. He tends to be rude, ironic, sceptical, impatient, ungrateful and has no respect for others. Even his parents (who love him very much) knows how much of a brat he is. If anything Èr learned to hide his true nature behind the mask of kindness and generosity which sometimes cause confusion to others. He also might sometimes use some manipulation but despite everything Èr can be really really selfless when it comes to those he cherishes, when his mother was captured he left everything and came back to the kingdom as soon as possible. Still Èr will hide his emotions to his friends from them and the world to make sure none of his enemies would harm them.

History:

Èr was born on Red Fang mountain as the second child of Jie and Zen. Despite having a big chance to take the position of successor from his sister it was never his intention. The reason behind that was the lack of purpose he felt until one of his mother’s closest friend didn’t tell him about his adventures and travels. It caused Èr to fill a hunger of knowledge about humans and their way of living and since there were almost no humans in Fox Kingdom he decided to travel.

His first adventure lasted 5 years, at that time he made some friends, learned a lot about culture of humans around the world and even found his purpose, it all ended when he had to come back because of the incident. When he came back Jie already left the kingdom and he couldn’t meet her before she settled in Megapolis. He continued his travels only after making sure she’s safe but this time with new goal- to find out what happened when he was absent…

When it comes to Pit, the story is pretty short, Èr met him (by accident), saved him (by accident) and then made him immortal (also by accident). Since that time Pit thinks of him as his saviour and keeps him company even though his master can be pretty heartless or ungrateful towards him.

Relationships with canon characters (opinions):

No info

Relationships with my ocs (opinions):

Jie

Jie was the very first person Èr learned to respect, he loves her very much. She is the only person Èr never wants to worry and he’s full of grief because of what she had to go through.

Zen

At first Èr was really disrespectful towards his father, seeing him as a weak men swayed by emotions,until he realised how wrong he was. He knows how much in pain Zen is after parting ways with his wife but is still able to rule the kingdom and keep his head high, yet if his father would ask for help Èr would do anything to help him.

Yī

Èr always thought of himself as the oldest kid, that’s why he was very protective of his ‘younger’ sister. He spent a lot of time with her to make sure that she’s going to grow up to be a clever adult, he would also make sure that no man would approach his sister. When he heard about a boy who had a crush on Yī, Èr immediately got closer to him to make sure that he won’t do anything suspicious (the fact that they ended up as friends is the other thing). Yī was also the first friend of Èr so he would get jealous seeing her spend time with others. He also often teased her which sometimes lead to fights between them. In the end all his actions caused their relationship to be pretty fierce. From the incident both of them merely talks with each other.

Sān

Sān’s personality is the opposite of Èr’s. While Èr is rude and cunning his brother is honest and kind, sometimes even naive. Èr would often use it to make fun of him but in the end no matter what he did nothing could make Sān dislike him. Èr likes to believe that to this day Sān would forgive him everything.

Trivia:

- He usually is seen in his human disguise since this way he catches less attention

- Pit isn’t Èr’s only companion, (though he’s been with him the longest) Èr travels with others too, he even considers some of them a family

- Practically every part of his clothing is either a gift or was stolen

- The accessory of his headband is a thing passed down between generations in his father’s family

- The necklace he’s wearing was a gift from his sister but… it was meant for someone else

- Èr spent a lot of time in Japan

- Èr shows his true nature only in front of people he trusts, which caused a few misunderstandings between him and his companions, when he suddenly started acting cold towards them

- In some countries he’s wanted dead

- Before Jie was captured Èr was merely home so he was forced by his mother to write letters everyday so that his family could be sure he’s safe, sometimes the one delivering the letters was Pit

[adleryoung]

"Your Majesty," Ash said with an oily grin. "It's so nice to finally meet you in person. I must say, I'm impressed. You managed to free yourself on your own terms, and it only took you a few hundred years. You also dealt with that town of rabbits very handily! Have you been reading that book I gave you, perchance? Considering how much time you've spent here, I can't imagine you doing much else."

Of all my old allies, why did it have to be this guy I saw first?

"No," I snapped. "I have not spent all my time in isolation reading your demon enchanted book of villainy. I freed myself on my own terms, and I tried doing it the Seelie way."

"Tried?" Ash repeated drily. "Does that mean the smoldering ruins of Bunkirk and the mountain of charred dead bodies are evidence of another of your plans spiraling hopelessly out of control? I must say, you managed to turn your wife into your sworn enemy in what might be record time. I'd have to consult the record book to be sure. Did you at least manage to hide your heir in a safe place?"

"I don't have time to play twenty questions with a BACK-STABBING TRAITOR," I snarled. "I've already set in motion my plans for securing my rule and rescuing Faerie without your help. Now, if you don't mind, I have old friends I need to speak to."

"You think I'm a traitor and yet you still saw fit to release me from my banishment, or did you forget?"

"I gave my word," I scowled. "And the Seelie keep their promises."

"As do the Unseelie," he pointed out meaningfully. "By the by, I didn't betray you. I carried out your instructions to the best of my ability. The crux of your plan was rescuing the deranged granny-child and the pie woman, which I did with great difficulty. You probably believe I didn't do anything to help you over the last two centuries, but remember: You never gave me a backup plan and your specifically stated goal was that you wanted to free yourself under your own power. After the courtroom fiasco, I fell back on your previous orders and continued to spread artfully embellished stories of your elfly deeds throughout the land. I also built a well-functioning intelligence network for your benefit. Those Ixies of yours are a delight to work with."

"HE is part of your amazing spy network???" I demanded of the Ixie hovering nervously near me.

"Ash showed us the best ways to operate," she shrugged sheepishly, "and helped us kick our sugar habit."

"I have also been busy reestablishing myself in Faerie," Ash continued before I could yell at him. "You left our homeland in quite a sorry state, I wish to point out."

"Don't pin all of this on me!" I yelled. "You assured me that rabbit cult leader was under your thumb! What happened there??"

"I underestimated how confident he would be with an angry mob at his back," Ash admitted, almost with a note of embarrassment. "A secret as shameful as his would have brought any sane man to heel. The Parson's zealotry combined with his own personal army made him bolder than any rational person would be. Despite that unforeseen difficulty, I still rescued the granny-child and the baker. Reverend O'Hoppity only cared about going after me, as I was the only one who knew his secret. Once the melee began, no one cared about the girl or the baker anymore. I even took the liberty of escorting your student out of harm's way. No, I didn't kidnap her! I even tried to fill the role of teacher for her in your absence, and attempted to fix the damage your ridiculous Seelie poppycock did to her developing mind."

"What did you do to Rebecca?" I bellowed. "If you harmed one hair on my student's head, I swear to Fuma I'll-!"

"Your Highness, please," Ash protested soothingly. "Calm yourself. I discovered, much to my dismay, that the damage you did to her mind seems to be permanent. She was belligerent and insolent the entire time she was my pupil. I confess it was a tremendous relief to hand her off to your murderous raccoon midget when she finally caught up to us."

"Not all that murderous, since you seem to have survived meeting her."

"She thought I had turned traitor and kidnapped or harmed Rebecca," Ash shrugged. "When she realized that none of those assumptions were true, we were able to make peace."

"Huh," I grunted, frankly surprised to hear that Burnside could be reasoned with. "Well, what happened to the Parson?"

"I got to him in due time," Ash chuckled. "Revenge, after all, is my specialty."

"What did you do?" I asked hesitantly, not liking his tone at all.

"Someone with your delicate sensibilities is better off not knowing."

"Well, what do you want?" I demanded. "Surely you didn't walk all this way just to admire the stones and brag about your accomplishments."

"Why not?" Ash grinned briefly, then became serious. "But you are correct, there is another purpose to my visit. I must inform you that Queen Edessa has ensconced herself in the Persoc Tor palace library, and has permitted lowfolk to trespass there and …" he almost choked on his own outrage, "… STUDY MAGICK! This cannot be allowed to continue. You - being the only elf with any jurisdiction over her and the space she is occupying - are going to have to do something about it."

[writeious-hand]

Holding Out for a Hero: Part 5

Beep Boop - I rewatched the movie on Paramount + (its an extended cut, btw) and found inspiration to continue on.

Xenk X Cleric!OC, expanding the movie further along with Sword Coast, using dnd logic in a story format.

As always, No Beta, we die like Edgin's Wife.

IDK how to link the previous parts, I don't post THAT often so you should be able to find them on my page.

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His head felt... cloudy. Light.

Actually, his entire body felt that way.

Immediately sitting upright and opening his eyes was not his best idea, however.

He could feel the tenderness of a freshly healed wound, the phantom pain that tended to linger after a wound was healed with magic.

The battle. The cursed Nor'enth. Alariel!

His last memory was of her leaning over him, hair falling from the braid to frame her concerned face. He had said something to her, but he wasn't- No. How many times had he told the same advice to recovering criminals? The most harmful lies are the ones you tell yourself.

Xenk could remember his blather, the weakness he had shown at being close to her again. Of course, he had just been stabbed in the back by an assassin, but that was no excuse. Had she noticed?

Looking around at the tent he was in, he was surprised to see the chair by his bedside was occupied by the object of his thoughts. At first, he had felt his heart jump at her open eyes, until her lack of movement or focus on him made her state of trance apparent. He hadn't traveled with many full-blooded elves since they had traveled together. Xenk had for a moment forgotten the trance of the elves, their ability to go for much longer without a full sleep as mortals did.

He had been lost in his memories, seeing her sitting there. Xenk had reached a hand towards hers, which lingered on the edge of the cot he had been placed on when there was a quiet *ahem*. Not quite sure why he felt embarrassed being caught in the situation, his hand jerked away from it's intended destination and he had trouble looking the bard in the eyes.

"If you were wondering why it's me and not say, Simon, its because we drew lots and I got the short stick."

"I would expect you to want to bask in my discomfort."

Edgin uncrossed his arms and moved to help Xenk by passing him his overcoat. "Yeah, but when Little Miss Sunshine over there stormed in earlier, she scared Holga."

"I find it doubtful that it was true fear."

"Yeah well," Edgin turned his back as Xenk finished getting his clothes together "Let's just say Holga thought her small-clothes were in a twist."

Xenk turned sharply, "Holga could see her undergarments?"

"No! No, she could just tell how upset she was. If you had been awake for the tongue-lashing you were given - and no she didn't actually hit you with her tongue - you wouldn't have been staring at her like that when I walked in." Edgin moved to his side, "What's up with that, by the way. You certainly weren't looking at her like you were the one to end the relationship."

Xenk turned back to the sleeping elleth. He could not hide the tenderness in his eyes, nor the deep sadness. Even if his oath forbade it, Xenk was a bad liar. "Weakness. She was always my weakness."

"Oh," Edgin paused with him "You didn't like feeling weak so you ditched her. At least I now know what makes Mr.Perfect-"

"That is not why I had to leave Alariel."

Edgin was egging him on, "Well if you say it like that-"

"You also know my surname is Yendar."

"Maybe you should explain it a bit more, to make sure no one gets the wrong idea." Edgin sat in another empty seat by a thankfully empty cot.

"I once gave you advice. To drag your lady... Your lady-love back to her old life is to deprive her of her new one. Alariel and I had started our journey together under the guise of traditional party members. There were others with us, but they came and went, our missions were so aligned that it made sense to stick together. Until it wasn't."

Xenk could feel the memories threatening to drown him. "But somewhere in-between that you two fell in love." Edgin looked confused.

"That's what I said."

Edgin was confused.

"So you loved her because she had the same goals as you?"

"No."

"Okay, maybe start at the beginning."

So Xenk began the tale of his engagement with Alariel.

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See where this is going? Now I get to write knight fluff. :)

[kpophoneybunny]

Mist (Chapter 1) - ATEEZxSKZ Pirate/Royal!AU

Genre: Adventure/Romance (Mostly fluff)

Rating: PG-13 (later chapters will have strong language, violence, and suggestive situations)

Disclaimer: Our main girl has a name but feel free to self-insert.

Word Count: 1070

A/N: This story is a continuation of Aurora, an Ateez fic. You can find that here.

After years of traveling from port to port without visiting their old friend, Hongjoong had Yeosang dock them in the capital city. “We’ll see if we can meet Jongho. I sent word from our last port that we were on our way so hopefully he’s expecting us.”

“Sweetheart, slow down.” Jangmi called from the back of the group, laughing as she watched her daughter run off.

Hwayoung - now six years old - ran ahead of the group and crashed right into a boy who looked about the same age. “I’m sorry.” She bowed, eyes wide as she noticed the guards standing around him. “Uh… I’m Song Hwayoung.”

“I’m Choi Donghyun, the crown prince of Joseon.” He stood taller and the whole crew froze, looking at the boy. They had heard about Jongho having a son but they hadn’t expected to meet him like this. “You’re my dad’s old friends, right? He draws you a lot.” He looked between the crew before taking Hwayoung’s hand. “Come with me. He wants to talk to you. There’s a lot to catch up on.”

They were led through the palace courtyard and to the throne room. Jongho sat next to his queen, dressed as the king he was. They had never seen him this regal - this powerful and elegant. One-by-one the crew fell into deep bows of reverence for their king. It wasn’t until they lifted their heads that they saw the solemn desperation in his eyes. Without having to ask, they knew he was about to ask for their help. They had to work together once again.

“What is it, Jongho?” Hongjoong’s informality raised eyebrows from some of the guards but the young king seemed unfazed.

“Someone take the children out into the courtyard.” Jongho stood from his throne and came down to be face-to-face with the captain. A palace maid led Donghyun and Hwayoung outside and let them play. “My son isn’t safe here anymore. There’s unrest within the palace walls coming from my late father’s wife and her sympathizers. They don’t believe my brother killed our father and they believe I killed my brother unjustly. They want to overthrow my rule, my family. We have reason to believe they want my son dead as revenge.”

Hongjoong glanced at the queen who looked about ready to cry. “What do you want us to do?”

“My wife and I have decided it best if my son spend some time in hiding. I don’t trust anyone with him. I don’t know who to trust but you all. Please, take him with you. Return him when he’s old enough to defend himself.”

“The sea isn’t safe.” Hongjoong sighed, shaking his head slightly. “A pirate ship isn’t exactly a sanctuary.”

“And yet his chances are better against a pod of sirens than against his own subjects.” Jongho looked out the window at the two children chasing each other around the courtyard. “Hwayoung seems healthy and happy. You’ve all managed to keep her alive this long. Can you manage one more child?”

“Jongho, we owe you our lives but we can’t promise he’ll be safe.”

“Can you promise to protect him to the best of your ability?” Jongho’s voice trembled with the threat of tears. “I don’t want to send him away, much less to a sea full of monsters and cannon-fire. I wouldn’t ask if I had another option.”

“Then you have my word that he will be taken care of. I can’t promise he’ll be the most well-mannered prince when he returns but-”

“But I can teach him the basics of nobility.” Jangmi spoke up. “I will teach him.” She couldn’t imagine what Jongho and his queen were feeling. The pain of even thinking of harm coming to your child, the thought of not seeing your child for years - or maybe never again. IT would be too much for her.

“Thank you.” Jongho sighed in relief. “Then I beg you to leave with him tonight and never bring him back until he is strong and wise and old enough to take down his enemies by himself.”

“Tonight?” The queen stood and looked out at her son. “So soon?”

“We will take it as an order then, your majesty.” Hongjoong bowed deeply.

The crew gave the royal family a few more hours together before leading the boy to their ship.

“Dongyoung.” Hongjoong kneeled next to the crying prince and held his small hands in his. “How much did your father tell you?”

“He said I have to go with you all. He said I’m not safe at home. He also said I can’t tell anyone who I really am and that you all will treat me like… like just another kid. I’m not a prince here.”

“Okay. Good. We’ll tell you more when you’re older.” Hongjoong sighed and placed his captain’s hat on Dongyoung’s head. “If anyone asks, Nozomi and I are your parents.”

The six-year old looked over at the intimidating witch and broke into hysterical sobs. “I want my real mom.”

“I know.” Jangmi came over to help console him. She had been a noble child once. “But you will make your parents so proud if you can be brave for just a while.” They raised the anchors and the ship began to sail away from everything the boy had once known. “Just a few years. You know my daughter, Hwayoung. You two can be friends. You're not alone. You aren’t an outsider. We all love your father like family. Which makes you our family.” Jangmi cupped the boy’s chubby cheeks. “You’ll be well taken care of here. I do have to admit the food isn’t going to be as good as what you’re used to but you’ll adjust quickly.”

“Dongyoung.” Hwayoung came over to her new friend and held out a sweet roll they had bought at port. “These always make me happy. You can have mine.”

“Thank you.” He gave a weak smile through his tears and took a bite, looking down at his feet.

“Come, dear. I’ll show you to your room.” Nozomi held her hand out to the young prince. He hesitated before holding her hand and following her down to what used to be Jongho and Seonghwa’s room. “One more thing.” Nozomi’s eyes saddened as she looked at the helpless eyes of the young child. “While you live with us, your name can’t be Dongyoung. You’ll be known as Hyunjin.”

[aphiwe-2004]

Mental Health and Occupational Barriers in Bridgerton Season 3: Reflections on King George III’s Mental Illness

Mental illness has always been a topic that many find difficult to understand, especially in historical contexts where treatments were often cruel and ineffective. Bridgerton Season 3 takes a bold step in portraying this through the tragic story of King George III. While the show is famous for its romance and greatness, it also sheds light on the dark reality of how people with mental health conditions were treated in the past, which was very sad to watch. As an Occupational Therapy student, I couldn’t help but reflect on how far we’ve come in mental health care, and how important it is to continue advocating for sympathetic and person-centered treatment. King George’s story offers a powerful reminder of why we, as future OTs, must always strive to support mental health with dignity and care.

In Bridgerton, King George III suffers from severe mental health issues. He has moments of confusion, paranoia, auditory hallucination, delusions and emotional breakdowns. In our OT context, we might say he has symptoms of bipolar disorder or schizophrenia. His mental illness affects his ability to perform his role as king and impacts his relationship with his wife, Queen Charlotte.

One of the most shocking and saddest parts of the series is how his doctor tries to “heal” him. Instead of using supportive care, the doctor chains him up and beats him, thinking that this will cure his mental illness. This reflects the harmful practices of the time, where people believed that harsh treatments could fix what they didn’t understand about mental health.

As an OT student, I noticed how these harmful treatments not only worsened George’s mental health but also deprived him of his daily roles and activities. He was not able to live his life as a king, a husband, father, a farmer (Farmer Goerge like he would tell his wife) or even as an independent person. Being chained and beaten took away his freedom to engage in meaningful activities, something we, as OTs, know is critical for mental well-being.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMh6C1pDf/  ( please watch the video)

This part of George’s story really highlighted how important it is to treat people with mental illness in ways that support them, rather than control them. In OT, we aim to help people regain independence and participate in the things that matter to them. Watching George suffer in this way reinforced why person-centered care and compassion are essential to mental health treatment.

Today, OT approaches mental health in a completely different way from how King George was treated. Instead of using punishment, we focus on creating safe environments, teaching coping skills, and encouraging participation in meaningful activities. For someone like George, therapy would involve helping him find routines that support his role as king, while also managing his mental health.

We also recognize the importance of family support in therapy. Queen Charlotte’s love for George could have been used in a positive way to support his recovery, helping him feel connected and valued. In my current placement, I’ve seen how including family in therapy can make a big difference for clients who are struggling.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMh6CA18F/   ( please watch the short videos of King George and his wife.)

My personal Growth

Watching King George’s story made me reflect on my role as an OT student working with people who face similar challenges. His experience shows how harmful it can be when mental illness is misunderstood and treated with fear rather than care. As an OT, I want to make sure that the people I work with are treated with respect, dignity, and kindness.

Seeing how George was chained and mistreated reminded me of how important it is for us to advocate for better mental health care. It’s our job to help people engage in activities that are meaningful to them, support their mental health, and empower them to live their best lives.

My professional Growth

Learning about the outdated treatments used on George also helped me understand the roots of stigma surrounding mental illness. It showed me how far we’ve come in mental health care and the continued need to break down barriers and misconceptions. As an OT, this motivates me to actively fight against stigma, advocate for mental health awareness, and educate others about the importance of mental health support.

Seeing how George was treated with such inhumane methods deepened my understanding of the importance of empathy in healthcare. This series reminded me that every client, regardless of their mental health challenges, deserves respect and compassion. It reinforced my belief that as an OT, I should always approach my clients with kindness and an open mind, ensuring that they feel valued and heard.

Conclusion

Bridgerton Season 3 offers more than just drama and romance, it opens the door to important discussions about mental health, treatment, and human dignity. King George’s heartbreaking story has not only highlighted the horrors of outdated mental health care but also inspired me, as an Occupational Therapy student, to be a stronger advocate for compassionate, client-centered treatment. Watching this series reminded me of the power we have as future OTs to rewrite the narrative for those living with mental health challenges, helping them engage in meaningful activities and live their lives with dignity. As I continue my journey in OT, I carry these lessons forward, knowing that with the right support, every individual has the potential to thrive. And I also hope my work at my current placement advocate for my growth toward mental health.

References

Bridgerton. (2023). (Television series). Netflix. https://www.netflix.com

American Occupational Therapy Association. (2020). Occupational therapy practice framework: Domain and process (4th ed.). American Occupational Therapy Association

S.M. Phehlukwayo. (2024). Transcultural Psychiatry in Occupational Therapy Practice (UKZN)

D. Nice. (2023,11,01) Bridgerton. TikTok. https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMh6CA18F/

[caller-what-else]

no direct answer, just bundeling my incoherent rambelings here

not to bash moash any further, but renarin isnt the kind of guy to just straight up murder or beat up someone if he can just not? i can see him picking a vision over violence. also it opens up all kinds of pathways to continue the thread of this little scene, including, but not limited to, moashs possible redemption

the thing about moash hate is that i get it on an immediate-emotional-response kind of way, but the readers experience of the character is very sthrongly colored by the connection forged to his victims. one big parallel i havent even seen discussed yet is that between moash and dalinar, both had given away their responability to a degree, dalianar in the thrill, moash in odium and really the biggest difference we have is that we dont feel the pain dalinar caused.

on the other hand we do have the general distance of dalinar and his victims, he does not directly connect to them and is thrown into an abyss by the grief of murdering his wife, lending him the ability make the first step away, with help, ses, but he took the help. moash has been offered a hand and hs response was to kick a baby, so to speak. he seems to lack the empathy required to move his horizone beyond himself, which ismt a crime in itslef, truly a tragedy really. nonetheless the harm caused to his closest relationships is consideringly and continously more devastating than drunk murder dad dalinar. i like the interpretation of moash as a dalinar that did not see way he would have been gladly helped to walk, i also appreciate to a lesser degree the thought of moash knkwing of the way, but being so terrified of the hardships presemt in it that to continue down the void seems so much easier maybe to hime even safer to his friends a diappointment? as in join me down here, dont take be back up where i can fall again

i dont know, im like realizing the infinite complexity if that bitch, feels like an axcavation of a meowmeow and im allowed on site to sniff the bones

renarin knows moash is redeemable bc he showed him that little vision in roshones basement instead of beating the shit out of him like he almost certainly wanted to

[winslowat3am]

My ? has nothing to do with the paranormal asks but was there a point when your mom knew when she was a kid she had spiritual abilities?? At what age do kids know that they have a gift? When did you know you had it? I think my sister is going through sth similar where she can see spirits that we can’t and she’s scared. I know about the 7 gifts but idk how to help her? Is there some way to get rid of it?

Oh. 😮 I never asked my mom when she knew, but I'm going to play it safe & say probably when she was four? Cause there was a story she told me about how she & her sister would go walking through their neighborhood to go to the "candy lady" & there was a P word that always made suggestive gestures at them. From what I could understand, she said she prayed for something to happen to him where he couldn't harass them anymore, then like two weeks or so later he & his wife died in a house fire that allegedly started on their stove. I assumed she knew that wasn't normal? I knew when I was five, kids usually know something is attached to them or "off" around the "imaginary friend" age (imaginary friends are demons or spirits that attach themselves to children with either a good or bad ulterior motive, but those children are too young to understand what's going on. A demon's attachment to a child in any case is not good). In my experience, wishing things on people often caused them or someone in their family to become ill or die shortly after, & the person who was causing me harm would just not continue to appear in my life anymore, even though I never wished for anything specifically. I always spoke that they "be removed from doing harm in my life". But I stopped speaking those things, unless necessary, cause I didn't want to be the reason someone innocent died by association to the person I wanted removed. I don't know. Someone would probably say we're "natural" witches & warlocks *eyeroll* but I don't like applying overused terminology to ancient things cause it's deeper than that, I promise. I think of it as a spiritual gift, that I refuse to "aesthetically" label. Every new age whte girl with crystals on social media thinks she is or wants to be perceived as a "natural witch", so the term has lost its original meaning. BUT, someone in your family might be religious or a real witch/warlock, if someone has a serious spiritual connection with an entity or entities, whether they be good or bad, that gift (or generational curse) can run in their family. That's for sure. You need to talk to your parents/extended family & try to find out whom it came from. There's no way to get rid of it btw, lol, trust me, when it happened to me I had that same "something is wrong with me" thought at first & tried long ago. Even if you do, it will come back to you later in life. Nothing is wrong with your sister, per se, & there's no real need to panic or try to get rid of it (unless she starts waking up with scratches or something), once you grow up it's not scary, it usually settles down & you can go years without incident. I wish my mom could answer these questions, she would probably know more than me.

[fanfic-inator795]

The Future is Saved... So what does it hold for the Hamato-Jitsu fam now?

Here are my thoughts/headcanons:

Raph - The Greatest Hero New York’s Ever Known! Yes, Raph is still very much the Red Angel of Preventing Harm (though he may or may not change up his superhero outfit). Although there are no more huge threats to face for the most part, Raph is the only one of the fam who does the hero thing full-time, keeping the streets of NYC safe and helping out the little guy.

Outside of heroics, however, when he’s not on patrol, training or spending time with his fam, Raph is down in the Hidden City, helping out at (or possibly even being the head of) an orphanage, since I feel like Raph would want a job working with kids, helping them build confidence and feel safe ^v^

Leo - The World’s Greatest Ninja! While he - like most of his fam - only a part-time hero, Leo still puts his ninjutsu and strategic skills to good use whenever an old villain or a new threat rears its head. While Raph may have the reputation amongst NYC’s criminals of being hard-hitting and ever-determined, Leo has the reputation of being the one you never see coming. I could also see him being a Battle Nexus Champ if the Nexus ever became less deadly and more sport-like.

Leo also uses his status as a ninja master to be a true sensei and teach young students martial arts at his own dojo, having discovered a love for teaching and even training after gaining more confidence (GENUINE confidence, not cockiness or ego) in himself and his abilities/skills. Like Raph, he really just wants to help other kids so they don’t have to go through the same mistakes and harsh lessons he did as a kid.

Donnie - World Renowned Genius. Donnie’s future is the one that changes the least from the apocalypse version. Whether he’s making Kraang-destroying weapons or gadgets that improve humanity, he’s eventually able to create his Don-Tech company. He, naturally, becomes less of an edge-lord as he grows older (though he does still have a teeny bit of an ego) and just wants to use his tech to genuinely improve life and help people. 

I also wanna bring back his love for botany that got cut from the series - I imagine he spends his weekends either holding himself up in his greenhouse (even he needs a break from tech sometimes) or reading various books at the Mystic Library.

Mikey - The Mystic Warrior/Ambassador and one of the BEST creatives around! With no Kraang to fight, Mikey’s quest for peace takes more of a diplomatic approach where he tries to act as an ambassador for both NYC and the Hidden City in the hopes of reuniting the two realms. Thankfully, his impressively strong mystic abilities and hero status + his kind heart have earned him a TON of respect from the Yokai. 

Mikey also sometimes trains with Draxum, both to continue honing his mystic skills in case of emergencies and to spend time with his creator/Dad #2. When he’s not training, he’s cooking at Run of the Mill (though he still hopes to open his own restaurant eventually when he’s not so busy) or submitting new art pieces to various museums (he’s already sold several pieces). I also imagine him traveling the country/world whenever he’s craving new inspiration.

April - Top Reporter and Newscaster at Channel 6. Of course April accomplishes her journalism dreams! She even ends up getting a couple Pulitzer's eventually, being someone who’s known for being determined and unafraid when it comes to finding the root of a story. She’s also married with a wife (whether it’s Sunita, Cassandra or someone else, you decide) and possibly has a couple kids. Definitely has a cat and/or a dog, at least.

Splinter - Proud Dad till the very end. While he doesn’t die on the battlefield in this future, instead passing away previously in his sleep, I feel like he still dies when the Turtles are relatively young - likely their early 30s, mid-30s if they’re lucky. Prior to that, he encouraged his kids and supported each of their dreams and careers, being there for all their big moments - and STILL being there in a way, watching them from the spirit realm alongside the other Hamato ancestors.

Aaaand those are my thoughts! Let me know what you guys think and if you have any future headcanons for the boys + April and Splints.

[theglitterypages]

Hi how are you.. hope your good and you might have gotten this request a lot but can pls continue with secret life of gojo cuz omg u have a brilliant brain I mean it's sooooo goooddddd I am in love....ik I am asking a lot but can u do something where the twins go missing and stuff.....or babysitting with gojo's student's for the day where yn and gojo spend some time alone ......Thanks a lot again for those fanfics cuz in this lockdown(in my residence yes we have lock down) it kept me going

Hello thank you so much for requesting! I hope you'll like this one :)

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Secret Life of Gojo Satoru 4

Gojo Satoru Masterlist

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You love your husband, really. You love Gojo Satoru more than people could ever imagine but right now you want to punch him right in the face but Megumi is holding you back, "Where is my children, Satoru! Use your powers or I swear in every cursed spirits you've exorcised I will crush you with my own hands." Yuji was shielding his teacher from you, he knows that Gojo Satoru is the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer but the pink haired teen was damn sure that Gojo Satoru won't lift a finger to defend himself from his own wife.

"I can't! I'm trying to search for them! My powers is…. I don't-"

Gojo was left alone with the kids while you went out to buy groceries and when you came back Megumi and Yuji is at the house helping Gojo look for the kids.

Your knees gave in and you ended up in the floor, Megumi was trying to comfort you but you just kept on crying. "Mom-Y/N san, Nobara and my senpais are looking for the kids. Please calm down, this is not the time for you and Gojo sensei to fight." Yuji look behind him just to see Gojo as heartbroken as you are.

Gojo had always believed in his power and ability, even his enemies knew that it's time to go home once he arrives in the scene but why can't he find his own children? Strongest sorcerer that he is huh. Seeing you cry in Megumi's arms and he couldn't even go near you, he wanted to comfort you, he really does but he knows he has to find the kids first.

"Yuji, let's head out for a bit."

"But they'll-"

Megumi dragged the pink haired boy and signed to his teacher to make a move, you were still sitting on the floor, your hands covering your face as you sob. Gojo slowly walked towards you, when he was near enough, he sat down as well and reached out to pull you close to his chest, letting you hit him, "I can't lose our children Satoru, we can't. Please let's find them." you begged and Gojo kissed the top of your head.

"I'm sorry, I'll head out and look for them. Will you stay here for me, love?"

"You'll bring them back, right?"

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes and Gojo wiped them with his thumbs, he leaned down to kiss you quickly before he carries you to the couch, "I will only come back once I have our kids." he whispered before he stood up to leave and you've realized that you might have been too harsh, your husband is as devastated as you are and being mad at him adds up to his sufferings.

Just before he could step outside, you stood up and hugged him from behind. "Sorry, 'Toru. Come back safe with the kids hmm? I love you." Gojo smiled as he held your hands, he gently removed them around his waist and turned to kiss your forehead.

Gojo understands your anger, he is hurt yes, but he knows how hard it must've been for you and one of the things he promised to you when both of you got married is that he would never do anything to make you cry. Now is the time that he fulfill everything that he said in his wedding vows.

"I love you more."

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You can't calm yourself down, not when the kids are missing. Your greatest fear is that what if your clan found them? You don't know what you would do, or what would Gojo do once that happens, your husband will never forgive anyone who harms his children in any other way, he is more than vicious when it comes to his children's safety.

And if your clan has something to do with this, Gojo will raise hell and you know that even you can't stop him if that happens.

"Oh, Mama why are you crying?"

You looked up and saw Akihiro and Akira standing in front of you. Their eyes were wide in worry as they reach out to cup your face with their tiny hands. You can't believe what you were seeing but when you realized that this is real, you immediately hugged them as you sob.

"Where did you guys go? Mama told you not to go outside without our permission didn't I?"

"But we're just here! Kira and I were hiding at our room. Dada went there but he couldn't see us."

You froze as you look at the twins, both of them are covered in cursed energy. You were shaking and the only thing you could do was look at the twins' body covered with their cursed energy. "Oh my God…" you gasped and you immediately placed your hand in their heads and used your cursed technique to make them sleep. You immediately look for your phone and dialed Gojo's number.

Gojo could feel his heart in his throat at every moment that passes by that he couldn't see the kids, his mind couldn't stop thinking of the worst-case scenarios and it's not helping, really but this is his kids that we're talking about, of course he will lose his cool now that they're missing.

But when he received a call from you while he hears your heavy breathing, he doesn't know what to feel.

"Satoru, you have to come back home real quick the twins are here already and I need you here."

Gojo waste no time and teleported back to your house, when he went inside, he saw you carrying the twins back to their room and both of them are asleep. He rushed to kiss his children before he looks at you, you look so scared but before he say anything he took both of the kids from you first and lay them on their bed while you waited outside.

He walked towards you with a worried look in his face, you look so bothered and anxious while you play with your own hands.

"What happened?"

"I'm afraid our kids had inherited our family's cursed technique."

Gojo's brows furrowed as he held your hand, he did not expect that. "But you're still alive. You inherited that technique didn't you?" you shook your head as you tremble, "My technique is from my Mother's family. It's an ability to hide my presence, j-just like the thing you fought but the twins inherited the curse technique of my father's clan. The ability of being completely invisible with the use of cursed energy, I know curse techniques are suppose to be pass down to only one person at every generations but both of them…they have it." Before you even gave birth the two of you have discussed this matter before and both of you agreed to not let the kids become sorcerers, because you and Gojo had hoped that the twins would live a normal life, a life away from the curses and the cruel world of sorcerers but this changes everything.

"We'll go to Jujutsu High tomorrow. We'll figure this out, love."

Gojo is scared as well, he knew that once this came out, peace will never be an option. He wouldn't want to be physical and violent with your clan, because he knows deep down inside you still care for them even just a tiny bit and he wouldn't want to hurt anyone in your family but what's he gonna do if it's your kids are the one to be protected from the greed of your family? He hugged you tight as he whispers reassurance to you but even Gojo is not sure if things would still go as smoothly as before.

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Megumi watched Akira and Akihiro rode Yuji's back, the pink haired teen was enjoying looking after the twins, all of the first years are but now Megumi decided to sit and just watch because he's been bitten by Akira and Akihiro 4 times in a row. The kids took after their father's mischievous personality, no doubt about that.

But then Gojo told the first years to watch the twin closely, he mentioned that the two have a troublesome curse technique, making themselves invisible. With that in mind, he asked for the second years to help and Maki arrived with Inumaki and Panda. Just in case the twins get too playful and decided to play a little trick

"Shake!" Inumaki greets and the twins immediately jumped off Yuji's back and ran to Inumaki, hopping as their innocent eyes shines with glee."Toge-cha, Toge-cha!" They chant excitingly, Inumaki sat down at the grass and lets the kids play with his hair, the twins tried initiating a conversation with him and surprisingly, the two seems to understand but when the two was done messing his hair, they moved to attack Panda who was just quietly watching with Maki.

Panda fell on the ground, sacrificing his body so that the twins will just bounce in his stomach, "T-Take it easy, kiddos. ACK! I just ate, Hiro! I might throw up." he told them but the twins just kept on going. They made him a trampoline and Panda can't do anything but take all of the pain.

"Oi first years, why do you guys look like you just exorcised tons of curse spirits?"

Megumi, Nobara and Yuji looked up at Maki completely horrified as memories flashed through their traumatized minds.

Flashback

"Megumi-kun, Yuji-kun, Nobara-chan I'm really sorry to leave the twins to your care but Gojo and I has to meet someone to talk about our twins' technique. Don't give them too much sweets because you may not last."

That was a warning that the first years didn't seriously consider, especially Yuji who straight up fed them chocolates. Megumi was the first one to be beaten by the twins and man, it was much rougher than the time where he went against Sukuna.

"Gumi-Gumi, ups, ups!"

Megumi didn't grow up in an affectionate house but he wants to at least be able to be affectionate to other kids even if he knows that you and Gojo are great parents and the kids are probably being taken care of and showered with affection. Without any complain, he lifted them up and ran to the direction that they're pointing while Yuji and Nobara cooks something for the kids to eat later.

When the twins got bored of being carried by Megumi, he has to summon Demon Dog to play with the kids, they love him dearly and the dog loves the attention that he's getting from the twins. It was a win-win situation but peace is never an option if you're taking care of Gojo Satoru's children.

"Gumi-Gumi…" he looked at Akira who wraps her little arms around his neck, he smiled for a bit when he saw her pouting. "Hmm, finally tired now?" the little girl shook her head and pulled away from him, Megumi saw that mischievous glint in her eyes and he had flashbacks of Gojo's pranks from the past.

The resemblance was uncanny he's not gonna lie.

Before he could even stop her, Akira bit him in his right cheek real hard, he wasn't even able to recover because Akihiro charged himself towards him and bit the other cheek, all he could do was groan in pain and when Nobara came back, the twins switched target and exhausted her by letting her run all over the place.

And when Yuji came back? He became the twins' personal horse. Yuji swore he's gonna go bald because of how tight their grip on his hair was.

Even Ryomen Sukuna who was casually sitting in his throne has a terrified look in his face as he watch the twins. Sukuna could already see the potential of the kids as a sorcerer but man, they are living nightmares to Sukuna because the King of curses could almost feel their torture to Yuji and there's no way he'd want that pain. "Damn brats much horrifying than their father. Oi, brat don't try to switch out with me while the kids are around, they'll kill me." he told Yuji.

End of Flashback

Maki froze after hearing the first years' rants and when she looked behind her, Toge and Panda are now lying on the grass, both are beaten up but that didn't alarm her for one bit but after seeing Akira carrying a bag with a sweet smile plastered on her lips, Maki stepped back.

"Maki! Let me give you a make over! Mama bought me these make ups to play with, Akihiro catch her!"

"NO!!"

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"You know, it was mean to let the kids be stressed out." you told Gojo after exiting the car, your husband just smiled at your sweetly as he held your hand. "What's the worst thing that could ever happen if we left them alone with my dear students?" he asked you innocently but there's a hint of mischievousness in his voice and all you could do was sigh as you shake your head.

What can you expect from you man-child husband?

"You knew how hyper our kids are, you purposely did this to tease the students."

"A prank every now and then won't hurt my love."

"That's very mature of you, 'Toru. Remind me why I married you again?"

Gojo chuckled before he leaned down to whisper in your ears huskily, "Because I made sure that two of my sperms will meet your egg, now here you are stuck with the most handsome sorcerer." you immediately blushed and you elbowed him in his stomach, his mouth has no filter, really!

He was not lying though. The bastard got you pregnant really early, you couldn't even believe it, actually you should have known since both of you didn't use protection on that first night but you can't believe that it was twins but maybe it's already a given since both of you went wild the first night that you both did it.

And that wild night created your mischievous and hyper angels.

"Mama and Dada's back!" Gojo announced cheerfully.

The twins ran to their father but your eyes were focused at Gojo's students. Your eyes widened, your hands covered your own mouth to silence your gasps.

Maki looks like a clown, Panda also has make up on him, Inumaki's hair is a mess, Megumi has bite marks on his cheeks, Nobara has dark circles around her eyes, as a result of a messy eye make up and when your eyes landed at Yuji you had to bite your own lips to stop yourself from laughing.

He was wearing a girl's uniform with a crown in his head, and he has a make up on.

Gojo looks satisfied and so are the twins, he put them down and took his phone out and took pictures as he giggles with his children and you can't believe that instead of two children your husband add up to that count and now, his students needs you as well.

Is being a mother a curse technique?

"YN-san…." they all cried out as they hold onto you.

"You're such a strong woman, having to deal with all of this everyday of your life, I promise, I will follow you till my last breath, please save me." Yuji cries, the crown still sitting at the top of his head.

[believeitseeitdoit]

Legos and Language

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: All bets are off when it comes to a Lego mishap in the Rogers-Barnes home 

Rating: Y'all shouldn’t be reading the filthy things if youre under 18 anyways but this one is pretty PG (but language is the exception)

Warnings: Domestic stucky, suggested and slight smutty times, 90% fluffy, some foul language, talk of murder and destruction of legos forever, feel good shit, Steve, Bucky and their girl have babies

don’t steal my little munchkin oc names please, I like them 

This is written from each lover’s POV, marked by ******** this 

This is a work of love and hated of legos, solely to be read for a smile and maybe some happiness, be kind or go away

        “Sonofabitch!” Your hushed curse rattles through the house as you stomp barefoot through your son’s pile of a semi built lego creation. With a few breathy “fuck’s,'' you hop over to the nearest chair to rub the new soreness out. Sharp indentations litter the underside of your arch, and you peel off a flat piece from your toe then mentally plot unmonitored use of the quantum realm to murder the creator of legos before they can cause any harm to you again.

       Continuing your muttering, you delicately set your foot down and turn to the mess. You sigh in relief that you didn’t destroy any of the built chunk, you were only subjected to the ultimate test of parenthood, the loose pieces.

     “Back to our regularly scheduled morning, coffee.” You say to the empty room, narrating your routine as if you were running a sitcom. Once in the kitchen, you set about making a hefty pot of coffee for you and your husbands, humming an 80s rock tune and letting your open robe swish around you loosely in the process.

********

      They both notice you slide out of bed, a super spy and a retired Avenger don’t miss much in their own home. But rather than follow you down to the kitchen to disrupt your morning ritual, Steve pulls his husband against him and nuzzles his hair so they could get some quiet time of their own. A few moments later, Bucky is softly snoring against Steve’s arm, and Steve is on the brink of sleep when he hears a barely audible string of curses and the unbalanced thunking of feet along the hardwood. Bucky seems undeterred, so Steve leaves him be and slips out of the bed to investigate what caused the early use of language, not that he’s surprised considering their wife’s colorful vocabulary when the kids aren’t listening.

       Pulling his discarded boxers back on from the night before, Steve saunters out of the master suite silently toward the staircase. He pokes his head into the nursery to check on the sleeping infant twins, and heads down the old hardwood steps, praying for them not to creak with every step. Halfway down the stairs, he hears you filling the coffee pot under the tap and the chorus to a White Snake ballad quietly playing from the speakers while you hum along. With a smile and a small head bob as he catches the tune, Steve steps across the threshold of the stairs toward the living room and kitchen, unaware of the torture devices scattered on the floor.

      Steve intends to follow the wall to get to the kitchen without his presence known, until you hear a series of words that would make Tony blush and an unfortunate crunching sound of your son’s creation being smashed to bits.

     “SONOFAFUCKINGMONKEYSASSHOLE WHAT THE FUCKING DICK ON A STICK GOD DAMN PIECE OF TORTUROUS BULLSHIT IS THIS?!!” He yelps loudly and tries to hop over the new graveyard of legos.

     In his fresh misery, he misses you quickly dropping the coffee grounds onto the counter top and hustling toward him to make sure his verbatim doesn’t wake the twins. As you begin shushing him from a few steps away, Steve hobbles blindly toward your voice and you see it happen before you can say anything. Your big clutz of a husband smashes his un-assaulted foot through your son’s Legos, only this time Captain America is not the star spangled man with a plan. He has absolutely destroyed the near complete firetruck and you can only stand in awe at his ability to hit each remaining chunk of the build before he finally makes it to the couch.

     “Fuck fuck fuck fuck, why the fucking legos? FUCK!” His wailing is not going to gain any sympathies from you, only entertainment at the weaknesses of men.

     “Steven Grant, you shut the hell up before you wake my babies or I WILL send Bucky to the store and you can have twin duty alone.” Sitting down at his feet to pull the pieces off his skin, you scold him lightly but without any venom or intention. He hisses as you pull the flat plastic off his big toe, and you chuckle as his pathetic whimpers cease.

     “So, coffee?” You stand and pull him up with you toward the kitchen, letting his calloused hands and leftover cologne embrace you like a blanket as he leans down to caress your cheek. He kisses your forehead and softly brushes hair behind your ear with one hand while the other grips your plush hip under the loose robe.

     “Maybe something sweeter to distract me first? This robe is teasing me.” His lips ghost down your neck and he nips at your collarbone while pulling the thin silk off your shoulders.

     “You kept me up late, baby. I need coffee before anything today.” You whisper breathily against his tanned, thick chest, whimpering and shivering as you feel him trace the marks littering your skin and gently squeezing the flesh he is so obsessed with.

     He allows you to pull away only after you shudder again, but he stands behind you, hands locked onto your hips as you pour the bitter amber liquid into 3 mugs. Steve’s love bites on your neck keep you distracted long enough for Bucky to come down the stairs without being noticed.

     “I thought we agreed there was no third wheeling in this family, and yet here we are.” Your bonus husband is perched against the refrigerator offering your favorite coffee creamer and his signature pout.

******

     Bucky is roused by his husband rolling out of bed and the accompanying coolness that surrounds him as the sheets flutter back down against the mattress. He listens to Steve pad lightly down the hall to check in on the kids, Hudson in his room first, then Charlotte and Talia in the nursery.  As the footsteps recede down the stairwell, Bucky lets his body sink into the bed and the scents of his partners surround him and lull him back to sleep.

     Until he hears a string of words leave his husband’s mouth, and a series of crunches and shattering sounds buried under more very inappropriate words. Now wide awake, Bucky shoves himself from bed and puts a loose sweatshirt over his head while he walks toward the stairs. He is halted by a whimper from one of his little twins in the nursery, but his ever present super senses note that both babes are still firmly asleep so he continues down the steps.

       Not sure of the state of things on the main floor, Bucky alertly scopes the space and finds their son’s legos strewn about the floor. With a sigh, Bucky steps around them and shakes his head as he follows the sounds of his husband and wife to the kitchen. He is met with tangled hair and soft pants, an open robed woman more stunning than Aphrodite, and a man barely containing his impressive erection in his low hanging boxers. Bucky can feel the energy in the room, can practically taste the arousal on them, and his subconscious stirs awake, begging to join like a wolf waiting for the hunt.

*******

      “And who plans on fixing our son’s firetruck creation? Because it sure as hell won’t be me, I will be taking care of our little girls where I am wanted.”

     Steve is the first to respond, an arm opens toward Bucky in the same moment. “Honey we didn’t mean to leave you out, c’mon over here let us show you how much better it is with you.” 

      As Bucky steps into Steve’s reach, you push off the counter and into the thick warmth of your husbands. Their desire envelops you as kisses are peppered on skin and fingers prod at bits of flesh for a better grip on reality. The moment is nearly bursting with love and lust, blinding both man’s super senses of their incoming visitor.

        “Who da hell bwoke my WEGOS!!!!????? MOMMYYYYY!” Hudson screeches from the bottom of the stairs and you’re running for him in an instant.

        “Hudson Anthony! You do not speak like that. You know better young man.” Steve and Bucky hiss at the use of their boy’s middle name, knowing how he feels in both respects.

       “Baby boy, I’m so sorry about the Legos, but you cannot use that language. No naughty words right?” You hate scolding him when you completely understand his frustrations, but heavens forbid he say any of that in public, the boy would be shamed and sent to his principal so fast even the Daily Bugle couldn’t catch it first. 

      Hudson sniffles and rubs his nose, trying to fight off tears of frustration in front of his daddy and papa, but quickly fails.

“But, is bwoken mommy. I woked so hawd on it! Wuh happened?” He begins wailing and stuttering breaths, and you pull him into your arms to hug and comfort him gently.

       “Shh, handsome, it was an accident. See, they were left too close to the stairs and mommy stepped on some, then daddy heard her yelp and ran through them too. Papa moved them out of the way and reminded daddy that he needs to help fix it with you baby.” You bounce him on your hip, trying to push the sadness away like you did when he was a small tike.

       Bucky and Steve step closer, each wrapping an arm around you and Hudson to initiate a bear hug. Hudson whimpers a bit longer then picks his head up from your shoulder and leans toward Steve, signaling he wants his daddy to hold him next. Steve pulls him close and whispers apologies only audible to his boy, but you and Bucky smile knowingly. They head to the far corner of the couch where they can have a quiet cuddle and talk about how Hudson can teach his daddy to rebuild the LEGO vehicle. 

      You lean against Bucky, enjoying the moment until he turns to the stairs.

       “Time for round 2 with some sleepy babies?” You tie your robe closed and head up the walk way, stubbing your toe on the first step.

       “Mother fu—dge on toast that was unpleasant.” You yelp and grip tightly onto Bucky’s vibranium arm. He chuckles and scoops you into his arms, carrying you up the remaining steps.

     “Careful, I don’t want to use your middle name today too darling.” He winks, setting you down at the doorway of the nursery. With a huff, you begin fluttering about the room, softly waking your girls and beginning their morning routine.

    “My sweet little Charlotte Ann, and my lovely Natalia Rose, you two are the most precious angels in this world. But for the love of all things holy, no Legos when you’re older ok?”

Tagging those who may appreciate this or can give me a helpful bit of advice on my writing : @bxccxdxll​ @iraot​ @sagechanoafterdark​ @tuiccim​  @thebescht​ @makbarnes​

[nineteenninety-six]

A Stray and A Baby

This wasn’t meant to be so long but at the same time, it was meant to be longer so lol. Repost since tumblr sucks

(Y/N) had heard soft meowing ever since she had woken up but despite looking around, she could find where it was coming from. They didn’t have a cat so there it was definitely not coming from within in the house and she had checked the back garden to the best of her abilities but she couldn’t find anything there either and Cyril was off with Alfie so it wasn’t anything he could have possibly dragged in. 

The meowing had continued for the entire day and it was driving (Y/N) crazy as she tried to figure out where it was coming from but being pregnant had hindered her from turning the place upside down trying to look for it, so she waited until Alfie returned home, hoping that he would be able to help her.

.•° ✿ °•.

Alfie came through the front door just as (Y/N) finished dinner like clockwork. He fed Cyril his dinner and washed his hands before he joined her at the kitchen table and they completed dinner in between asking how each other's day was. 

Just as Alfie stood up to take their empty plates to the kitchen, (Y/N) heard the meowing again.

“Alf, wait! Can you hear that?” 

Alfie paused and once again there was a meow, “Sounds like ah cat”

“Mmh” (Y/N) agreed, “I’ve been hearing it all day but I haven’t been able to find out where it’s coming from.”

“Where have you been looking?”Alfie asked as he made his way into the kitchen.

“I don’t think it’s coming from within the house so I checked the back garden but I couldn’t see anything”

“You haven’t checked the front?”

(Y/N) shook her head.

Alfie let out a hefty sigh as he walked towards the front door, “Well, c’mon then, I know you won’t let this go unless you find the thing that’s causing the noise”

(Y/N) grinned as she pulled on her coat and slipped on her outside shoes as she followed him.

The two of them paced in front of their house, making noises in hopes that the cat reacted but no cat appeared. They got odd looks from people walking down the street but they didn’t care. 

Just as they were about to give up, a shuffling noise came from one of their bins and (Y/N) made her way over to investigate. When she peered into the bin, she gasped at what she saw, 

“Alfie, it’s a kitten!”

She reached into the bin to try and take it out but the scared kitten freaked out causing the bin to topple over to its side.

(Y/N) let out a small whine before she got ready to bend down and pick up the cat but Alfie interrupted her before she could.

“Ah fuck, don’t bend down” Alfie called out, “I’ll do my back out trying to help you up and then we’ll be both stuck on the fucking floor”

“You wouldn’t try calling for help?”

“And ruin my reputation? No fucking way”

“So you’d just let your heavily pregnant wife stay on the ground until what? You’re able to get up or one of the neighbours finds us”

“Nah, I’ll send Cyril to go get Ollie”

(Y/N) laughed at that, “If anything, Cyril will join us on the ground, thinking it was a cuddle session”

“Fucking dog” Alfie agreed with a grumble, “Stay here, I’ll be back in two minutes”

(Y/N) waited like instructed but made attempts to coax the kitten out which failed but just like he said, two minutes later, Alfie returned with a little parcel of ham, still wrapped like how the butcher gave it to them, meaning that Alfie took the ham straight from their cooler. 

Alfie tore a little piece of the sliced ham off and chucked it near the mouth of the toppled bin and together they waited to see if the kitten ate it. It took awhile but the kitten did slowly creep out and eat the piece of ham. It gobbled it up as it had no doubt been starving.

Alfie chucked another piece down and the cat quickly ate that up too. Alfie created a trail of pieces of ham that lead into the kitchen and the kitten followed the trail until they were in the kitchen.  Once they finished the last piece of ham, the cat looked up at them in suspicion, cautious of everything.

“What do we do with them, Alf?”

Alfie turned to her with a scrunched brow, “You’re the one who wanted to bring the damn cat inside and now you’re asking me what to do with the bloody thing? Fuckin’ hell”

“Alfie..” (Y/N) whined. Her back, feet and ankles were killing her and the last thing she wanted to do was get into an extended discussion with him.

Alfie saw the exhaustion and pain on her face and backed down, “We give it the rest of the ham and see what it wants to do tomorrow.”

(Y/N) nodded and they left the rest of the same with the cat and went to bed, Cyril right behind them.

.•° ✿ °•.

The next morning, (Y/N) found the kitten curled up underneath one of the chairs in the kitchen. It bathed in the morning sun, it’s dark fur appearing almost brown. It didn’t even stir as (Y/N) moved around the kitchen making breakfast for herself and Alfie and she also set out some food for them as well, in case they woke up. 

Cyril tiptoed into the kitchen, right behind (Y/N) but his focus was on the small cat. The way he moved around it, avoiding it, was almost like he was afraid of the tiny thing and did his best to stay out of their way.

“Where’s the little bastard then?” Alfie asked as he entered the kitchen, collecting the cup of tea that (Y/N) held out for him.

“Underneath the chair” (Y/N) nodded towards it, “Still sleeping”

“Hm,” Alfie let out an unamused grunt before he downed his tea and put his coat on.

“I’ll be back by dinner” He wrapped (Y/N) in a hug and gave her a kiss, “Be careful. Stay off your feet.”

“I will.”

After one last kiss, Alfie was out of the door with Cyril and (Y/N) retreated to the living room to read the newspaper. An hour or so later, the kitten padded into the room, sniffing at the furniture as they walked around, getting used to its environment. (Y/N) stayed still and silent, not wanting to spook the cat and watched as they walked around before silently coming to a stop in front of her.

(Y/N) tapped the seat next to her, unable to bend over due to her belly and the cat took the hint and jumped up. She held out her fingers allowing the cat to sniff at it and when the cat rubbed their head underneath her fingers, (Y/N) took it as a hint to pet them, which the cat enjoyed pleasantly. 

Over the next week, the cat had gotten accustomed to the house, they mostly stayed on the windowsill enjoying the sun or was curled up next to (Y/N)’s feet. The cat, which they still hadn’t named was a comforting presence in the house as (Y/N) got closer to her supposed due date. 

.•° ✿ °•.

(Y/N) had the biggest grin on her face as held her son in her arms, despite how exhausted she was. Alfie was sitting next to her on the bed with an equally big grin on his face as he looked down at the baby boy.

“He’s amazing” (Y/N) whispered before she looked up at Alfie, “What should we name him?”

“Benjamin.” Alfie had tears in his eyes as he spoke, “Benjamin Solomons.”

“Hello, Ben” (Y/N) cooed but the baby merely pursed his lips as he continued sleeping.

The door to their room creaked open and the cat, which they named Lucy, crept in before jumping on the bed. Alfie moved to go shoo that cat away but (Y/N) stopped him, Lucy had settled at the end of the bed, far away enough from the baby, so she saw no harm in her being there.

Over the next few days after Ben was born, Lucy was constantly next to (Y/N) whenever she had in her arms, twisting around her feet or sat in an adventurous position that gave her a great view of (Y/N) and the baby and whenever Ben was in his cot, Lucy will be curled up, right by the legs of the cot, as if she was standing guard. 

As he grew, wherever Benjamin was, Lucy would be right next to him.

.•° ✿ °•.

1 YEAR LATER

One year old Benjamin toddled into the kitchen where his mother was preparing lunch, Lucy right behind him as his bare feet slapped against the floor informed (Y/N) of his arrival. It also told her that he pulled off his socks for the 5th time that day.

Ben had learnt to walk a few weeks ago and most alternated between walking and crawling to get around.

He took a few steps forward before he reached her and clung to her skirt and looked up at her with the eyes he shared with his father, “Lun’?”

At the same time, Lucy stopped in front of her food bowl and meowled at (Y/N), no doubt asking the thing Ben had asked.

“Give me a moment Lucy, let me get Ben’s food ready first and then I’ll feed you”

“S’Alright” Alfie stepped into the small kitchen, his cane clicking against the floor, “Give me him and I’ll get him sorted”

Ben looked over at his father with a bright smile, “Da!”

Alfie’s back had been playing up recently so he wasn’t able to bend down and pick Ben up, so (Y/N) picked him up and placed him in his fathers arm. 

When they disappeared into the dining room, (Y/N) bent down and gave Lucy a few loving scratches and pets, “You’re the best, Lucy. I love you very much”

Lucy let out a meow as if she understood her words and (Y/N) gave her one more pat before she put her food in the bowl and left her to eat. 

(Y/N) washed her hands and collected the plates filled with their lunch and joined her family in the dining room, leaving the door slightly open knowing that when Lucy was finished, she’d join them, or more accurately, go back to Ben’s side. 

[mandoalorian]

Borrowed Time [Din Djarin x F!Reader]

ੈ♡˳‧₊*: • Chapter 6: The Proposal ✩࿐ ˚.✧

Summary: You are the princess of Mandalore, held hostage on your own planet by Moff Gideon and his army of Imperial troopers. Left with no choice, you send out a distress signal; a plea for protection— and who comes? None other than Din Djarin, a foundling of The Death Watch. He, by creed, is your sworn enemy. And where you have asked for his protection, he has been told by his mentor that he must marry you and gain the ability to restore Mandalore to its former glory.

Word Count: 3000>

Warnings: arranged marriage mention, childhood trauma mention, food mention

Series Masterlist

Why was he so nervous? He shouldn’t be this nervous. Din was subconsciously pacing backwards and forwards, the weight of the beskar wedding ring pulling him down with every step he took. You were sitting in the corner, cradling Grogu in your arms and cooing sweet nothings into his ear. Grogu looked up at you with complete adoration, his big, dark eyes gleaming with admiration. Din could understand why he was so fond of you. You were so easy to love. 

“I’m hungry,” you announced with a small frown. You had been stuck in the covert for around four hours and it was already well into the evening. “And so is he.” you said, smoothing your hand over the little green bean’s wrinkly forehead. Din omitted a small ‘hmph’, simply acknowledging your comment but choosing not to do anything about it. Everytime he looked at you, the butterflies in his stomach only became more erratic, and his heart swelled with yearn and anticipation. He was actually going to ask you to marry him.

There was no telling how you’d react. But rather than manipulating you into believing he loved you in order to gain the throne of Mandalore, like he had initially planned on, Din had gained far too much respect for you to do such a thing. Besides, how could he possibly pretend to love you when the chances were, he was already falling. So he had opted to be honest, and it would be brutal. But he had no other choice. It would be foolish for you to refuse his proposal considering everything that was at stake. 

“We need to talk.” Din announced, taking Grogu from your arms and settling him down into the hovering cot. Taking a handful of sourberries from the sack in his pocket, he dropped them into his son’s claws and used his gauntlet to close the crib, offering a sense of privacy. 

“We need to talk,” you quoted him, your frown only deepening as you stood up. “That doesn’t sound good.”

Din shuffled around awkwardly. He’d never imagined marrying anyone. He was a lone wolf, and always had been. But now he was with the most beautiful princess in the entire galaxy, and you looked like something straight out of a fairytale his mother would read him when he was just a child. You were too good for this world. You were filled with care and compassion and unconditional love, but not only that, you were a warrior and a fighter. You knew what you wanted and you wouldn’t stop until you got it. And it was his duty, as a Mandalorian, to protect his Manda’lor. 

“We’re surrounded. By Imps… hunters… people who want you dead. People who will turn you in for a reward. You’re safe, here, in the covert. But we’ll have to leave eventually, and it won’t be easy.” Din confessed, shaking his head. He sounded uneasy, and the tone of his voice wasn’t lost on you. Just for once, you wished he’d remove that helmet of his so you could take a look into his eyes. It would help you gauge what exactly was going on.

“But the Mandalorians here will protect me, right? That’s what you said?” you asked, and Din wanted to curse himself. You were right, he did promise that, but as it turned out, not everything was as it seemed.

“On a condition…” he exhaled, trying to hold himself together. You furrowed your eyebrows in bewilderment, waiting for him to spit it out.

It annoyed you, slightly. Din hadn’t mentioned anything about conditions before. As far as he and the other Mandalorians were concerned, you were the Manda’lor, and so you expected the warranted protection from them without question. And honestly, Din had thought that too. 

Din squeezed his eyes tight shut and tried to compose himself. He felt guilty, in a way. He could ask you this and even if you agreed, you could still hate him. And he really didn’t want you to hate him. He’d grown attached to you, and gained feelings for you, and it wasn’t ideal for a man of his nature, but it was just the way it was. You’d come into his and Grogu’s life and changed it completely. 

Maybe marrying you wouldn’t be so bad. You were kind and gentle and absolutely beautiful. And Din had considered settling down before. Maybe this was his moment. He just had to suck it up and go for it.

“They will protect you only if you join the creed… our creed,” Din informed you, taking a deep breath. You stiffened up, wondering what exactly this implication was. You could never join his creed. He was Death Watch, responsible for the war and murder of not only Mandalore’s civilians, but also your mother. “Since you were born into another creed, and you are not a foundling, the only way you can join the Watch is through eloping.” Din continued and you couldn’t contain the small gasp that fell from your lips. You watched as the Mandalorian fished out the beskar wedding ring and held it before you between his gloved fingers. 

“Are you… are you proposing?” you asked, feeling the tears well in your eyes.

“This is the way,” Din replied softly, and you had to force yourself to look away from the silver ring. “Please, please understand.”

“We… I…” you were speechless. Asking you to join his creed who you had spent your whole life despising (and for good reason) was one thing, but then asking you to be his wife as well? Those were two very separate ordeals that you were not expecting when you woke up this morning. “We’ve only just met…”

Din closed his eyes and sighed, preparing to face the rejection. “I know.”

“And I-- I can’t join your creed. I can’t. I can’t do it Din.” you pursed your lips together as you tried to hold back the tears. “Please don’t force me.”

“Hey hey, no, I would never force you,” Din shushed, stuffing the ring back into his pocket and taking a step closer to you, breaking any distance. He wrapped his strong arms around you and pulled you into his chest. “I wish there was another way, but there isn’t. The Armorer has made that very clear. If you refuse, then you’ll have to leave, and I won’t be able to help you anymore. I-- I don’t want you to leave…” Din admitted quietly and you swallowed.

“I don’t want to leave either.” you confessed, wiping away your tears and looking up at him. 

“It’s your call. But you have until nightfall.”

It wasn’t necessarily the marriage you had a problem with -- but how could you join a creed that you spent so long hating? A creed that had caused you so much distress and dismay. 

“The Watch has done bad things, and I can’t… I can’t. Din… you must understand.”

“I do,” Din said, taking your hands and sitting you back down. “My parents--my real parents--were killed by Separatists. It’s been thirty years and I still can’t think about it. They are my enemies, and to be asked to join them would feel like treason to my own bloodline.”

Obviously, Din had no idea why the Imperial’s had targeted a bounty on you. He had no idea why they wanted you so bad. But you knew exactly. The burden on your shoulders of being a runaway princess who was also pretending to be the Manda’lor was unbearable, but the knowledge of you being the Manda’lor was the only thing keeping Din by your side. If he learned the truth, he’d have no reason to protect you anymore. He’d leave you, just like everyone else had. And you couldn’t even blame him.

All you had to do was retrieve the darksaber once more and regain your right of passage to the Mandalorian throne.

“How can you just sit here and let them do this, let your creed do this? I get that they’re traditionalists but their actions have caused the onslaught of millions. They’re a danger.” you shook your head.

Ever since you had told Din of what his creed had done to your home and family, he’d thought about it, a lot. The process of leaving the Watch was never an option. They had brought Din up, trained him, and protected him. He owed it to them to stay. But if what you said was true, could he really stand and represent such a harmful community? He had a son to look after, and you. The last thing Din wanted was to get unbeknownst wrapped up in some terrorist organization he once called home.

He was grateful for the Watch, and the Armorer, but they had blackmailed him and gaslit him. He’d been so blinded by it all this time, brushing off their actions as ‘the way’ and knowing to never question it. But now it was all becoming more clear, especially after telling him that your protection relies on you joining their creed.

He understood how great it would be for the Watch if the literal Manda’lor became a member, but that didn’t mean it was right. Din’s delay in a response prompted you to speak up again.

“I’m sorry, this isn’t your fault.”

Din looked back up at you and tilted his head slightly as he admired your delicate features and tear stained cheeks. “Look, I shouldn’t say this, but as long as you pretend that you’re part of the creed and pretend to follow our rules, then there shouldn’t be much of an issue. We can utilize our warriors and get off Nevarro in one piece, and that should be our priority at the minute,” You nodded your head in understanding. He was right. “But we still need to elope. If you agree, the Armorer will bear witness and marry us tonight. And we can head out first thing tomorrow morning, before dawn.”

You bit your lip as you contemplated his suggestion. It wasn’t a bad call at all. It was simply just a negotiation. Din began to prepare himself to face another bout of rejection, but instead, you reached back into his pocket and took out the beskar wedding ring. Examining it carefully in your hands, you slid it down your wedding ring finger and held your hand to the candlelight, admiring the way it sparkled against your skin.

“Okay.” you hummed, not tearing your gaze from the ring. It was a symbol of commitment, although you certainly weren’t happy about it. What other choice did you have?

“Okay?” Din repeated incredulously. 

“Okay,” you said, eventually looking up at the Mandalorian and offering him a shrug of your shoulders. “I’ll marry you.”

An air of silence filled the room, but, just like always, it was comfortable.

“I’ll go tell the Armorer--” Din said eventually, straightening out his posture. He couldn’t get the image out of his head. You were going to be his wife.

“--Din?” you said before he could leave the room. He paused in his tracks but made no effort to turn around and face you. “Thank you. For everything.”

The guilt was eating you alive. You had been lying to him. He’d taken you in, done everything in his power to protect you, and even trusted you with his kid. And this entire time, you had been lying to you. He was going to marry you because he believed you were the Manda’lor.

And you weren’t.

That was going to be an issue.

When Din returned from his conversation with the Armorer, he informed you that the ceremony would take place at midnight. And that you were both to exchange vows.

“With all due respect, we barely know each other. Vows might be a problem,” you giggled, feeling a blush cross your cheeks from his presence alone.

“We’ll do the traditional Mandalorian vows, then.”

You weren’t really surprised, with his creed in particular being such traditionalists. It wasn’t a bad option, though. “Do you think… uhm… before the ceremony, we could spend some time together? Learning about each other? In the midst of all this chaos, I think it would be nice to just… talk.” 

Why were you so nervous? Clearly, Din was a man of a few words. He wasn’t one to just ‘talk’. But after this sacrifice you’d made, Din thought it was the least he could do. You were going to be his wife, after all.

“Okay.” Din mumbled, sitting down next to you.

“Uhm…” you felt your voice trail off as you wondered what you could ask him. “What’s your favourite colour?”

“Don’t have one.” He answered quickly.

“Everyone has a favourite colour.” you retorted, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Not me,” Din responded, and he was thankful in that moment his helmet shielded you from seeing the smile that graced his lips. He loved it when you pulled faces like that. He thought it was adorable. “What’s yours?”

“Uhm…” you thought for a moment, and then remembered the colour of your favourite and most delicious fruit. Sourberries. You hadn’t stopped craving them since the morning. “Pink.”

“Okay…” Din replied, storing that piece of information to the back of his mind as he pondered a question to ask you. “What was it like, growing up in a palace? Being royal.”

You and Din had led very different lives growing up, there was no doubt about that.

“It was all I’ve ever known. I recognise my privilege but… it wasn’t always easy.” you replied. You had never really talked about your experiences simply because you had no one to talk to them with.

“I remember when Duchess Satine died,” Din said, his voice quiet knowing that the mention of your mother might still have been sensitive. “Were you alone, after that?”

“Not really. My aunt looked out for me. And… there was this one Jedi Knight.” 

Now that was certainly something you had never expected to talk about. In fact you had been warned by Bo-Katan to never mention the relationship between your mother and that one particular Jedi. You couldn’t remember him clearly, but still to this day, you felt some kind of attachment to him. It was hard to describe. It was a type of unconditional love. He was always there for you and Satine, protecting you both. Similarly, it was just like how Din protected you and Grogu.

He never spoke to you, but when you needed him, he was there. You could always rely on him. You weren’t sure where he was now, or if he was even alive. It had been many years.

“A Jedi?” Din questioned, his curiosity piquing. He remembered what the Armorer had told him when he took in Grogu -- about his ‘kind’ being Jedi. About how they were enemies. Sorcerers. “Wasn’t there a war between the Mandalorians and the Jedi?”

“There was, yes,” you said, looking down at the floor. Din pulled off his gloves and took your hand. The skin on skin contact was enough to take your breath away. He rubbed comforting circles into your wrist as he waited for you to continue. “But my mother, like the Jedi, was a pacifist.”

“I wouldn’t say the Jedi were pacifists…” Din uttered a little too quickly.

“You have a point,” you replied after a brief moment of silence. “But this Jedi in particular… he was a good man. I wish I could’ve met him in my adolescence. I wish I could thank him.”

“Do you remember his name?” Din asked, his mind immediately thinking about the prospect of somehow locating the Jedi. If there was a way he could bring his parents back and thank them for all they had done, he would. This man was clearly a parental-like figure to you, and if he was important to you, he was important to Din.

“I don’t,” you shrugged helplessly, biting back more tears. “A few years ago I asked my aunt. I know she remembers but she just chooses to withhold that information from me. She tells me that she’s doing it to protect me.”

“I’m so sorry.” Din whispered, smoothing out your hair and pressing a keldabe kiss to your forehead. The coolness of his beskar helmet stung your forehead and, in that moment, you found yourself yearning for more.

You yearned to feel his body heat and the warmth of his lips. You yearned to see his face and memorize every detail. You yearned to tangle your fingers in his hair… you assumed that he did, in fact, have hair. 

At least now, you wouldn’t have to wait so long.

“I should get ready for the ceremony, and you should too,” Din declared, eventually pulling away from you completely. He dug into his pocket and pulled out the small sack of sourberries that he’d gotten earlier. “These are for you.” he said, putting the sack into the palm of your hand.

You loosened the straw ribbon and took a peek inside. It was the pretty pink fruit you had been craving for so bad.

When you told him you didn’t like the bone broth, he’d gone out and found you sourberries.

Even though he said they were far too expensive.

He’d done it for you.

Because he loved you.

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[kataraslove]

katara: “do you hear that?”

aang: “sounds like it’s coming from over there...”

for kataang week day 3: post canon @kataang-week​

newly wedded aang and katara (now sporting a cute little bob) were travelling across the world for their honeymoon. on their way to the kingdom of omashu, the two decided to stop and revisit the cave of two lovers. as aang and katara leaned in for a quick kiss by the entrance of the cave, they heard a blood-curling scream come from inside. immediately pulling away, the couple shared a suspicious look with each other before deciding to investigate.

katara cautiously grabbed her pouch as aang drew out a small flame to lead the way. however, the waterbender stopped her husband to remind him that the tunnels were filled with fluorescent crystals that glowed in the dark. 

“oh yeah,” aang recalled. he looked down at the flame dwindling in his palm. “i’ll put it out when we get further in there. if we hear screaming again, we’ll be able to find out where it came from.” 

“you can also use your earth bending this time around.” 

aang nodded. “that i can.” the gentle lines of his face - reserved especially for his wife - quickly switched up to the avatar look, the signature look that he bore whenever there was danger and people in need of his help. 

“let’s go.”

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the broad sunlight of the summer day was reduced to a small crevice against their backs, as the two lovers made their way into the shadows of the labyrinth. their primary light source came from aang’s flame, which had grown brighter the farther they travelled. the avatar could not help but become a little bit mesmerized with the vivid red and orange hues that danced in his left palm, the warmth that occupied his hand having stretched out to his entire body. the flame synchronized so perfectly well with his heartbeat. fire is life, he recalled the words of the sun warrior chief. not just destruction. 

aang nearly chuckled out loud. firebending came so naturally to him now - almost as natural as his airbending. to think that there was ever a time that he had outright hated the element and vowed to never learn it, even if it had meant jeopardizing his avatarhood.

however, a small voice crept to the back of his mind, uncomfortably reminding of the exact reason as to why he initially refused to learn the element at the age of twelve. it was the same reason that brought shame and guilt inside his gut - even eight years later - whenever the memory unexpectedly crossed his mind. what he had done to katara on that day, how he had refused to listen to jeong jeong’s advice and lost control of his fire, the image of her fresh burns - it was all there, forever smeared across his brain and heart as a painful reminder. no matter how many times katara had insisted that good had come from that day through the discovery of her healing abilities, aang could never wash away the trauma associated with that event.

he inhaled sharply. it won’t happen again. he wasn’t twelve anymore, and he had full control over all the elements now. fire was energy, he had learned, and life.

sparing a glance at katara, who had been awfully quiet since they got into the cave, he noticed that his wife was chewing anxiously on her lower lip. the trouble in her beautiful features was easily detectable by the bright flames within his hand. he moved closer to her, his shoulder gently bumping hers in an attempt to comfort her. “you okay?”

she met his eyes, and he could see the hint of fear reflected in them. “aang, i’m worried.”

“you have nothing to be worried about,” aang reassured her with a small smile. “whatever it is, or whoever it is, we can take ‘em.”

katara shook her head. “i’m not worried about the who. we’ve probably dealt with far worse than whatever is lingering in this cave. but i - aang, what if it’s bad?”

he frowned, confused. “what if what’s bad, then?”

she studied her hands carefully. her hands were the hands of a fighter, of a healer. the same hands who had resurrected an avatar back to life and saved a firelord from near death, while dismantling another firelord from the throne. he felt the sudden urge to draw her hands in his own, to hold her tight enough to ease away her fears.

“what if there’s a bunch of dead bodies stashed away in this tunnel, rotting away for days or even weeks?” she answered in alarm, eyes widening at the dark path ahead of them. “or, what if there’s a bunch of people lying around in pain, on the brink of death, and I don’t have enough water to save them all?”

his eyes turned to the road ahead. he saw nothing, except for earth and more earth. but he knew better than to dismiss those kind of fears. 

“that wouldn’t be your fault.” he responded gently. “we’ll do our best to help, to make sure that whoever is out there is safe and unharmed. but if they do happen to be harmed - or worse, dead - and we’ve tried everything that we could,” he shuttered out a breath at the imagery. “i don’t want you to blame yourself for whoever you can’t save, katara.”

“and i don’t want you to blame yourself, aang.” she placed a hand on his shoulder as they walked on. he tried to ignore the immediate sweep of panic churning in his stomach at her proximity to the fire. if he envisioned a future with both katara and firebending, he would have to get used to accepting that she would be around the times when he required the element. 

“i know you feel a sense of responsibility, as the avatar, to ensure that the world is kept safe,” she continued on. her voice softened, a sad tone. “i know it upsets you when it isn’t.”

“wasn’t i the one consoling you just a second ago?” aang joked, deflecting. 

“we’re consoling each other.” katara insisted with a small smile. the corners of her mouth dropped at her next statement: “i know you don’t like to talk about it, aang, the stress and pressure that you feel. but i also know how it keeps you up at night. why you choose to sometimes spend long periods of time meditating.”

just like that, she had flipped the switch on him in the way that only she knew how. katara was undoubtedly right. of course he had seen and experienced his fair amount of injustice and morbidity; they all had. but the guilt of not being able to do anything about it - to know that people all over the world were counting on him to end their suffering and plight and despair, while there were many days when all he could do was sit in lavish cushions arguing endlessly with politicians who could not relate to the earth kingdom boy who had nothing to eat, or to the water tribe girl who had lost her parents, or to the air nomad who was the sole survivor of an entire culture - ate away at his heart and mind at every minute of every hour. even now, when he was supposed to be enjoying his blissful vacation with his wife.

“aang.” he felt katara lightly pull his chin towards her, forcing him to look at her before his mind could wander down the same dangerous road that it had so many days and nights before. she stopped the two in their tracks, the light from his palm illuminating their darkened features.

the fire reflected back in the indigo of her eyes, embodying the energy and intensity and life that was katara, his best friend, his saviour. suddenly, he was transported back to a time during the war, when he had just been a fidgety twelve year-old boy staring up at his fourteen year-old best friend. his heart thumped furiously against his chest the closer he inched to her face. when their lips met, he felt electricity course through his veins and wondered if the warmth that pooled in his stomach was what love felt like. 

as he caught her lips in his own again, this time at the age of twenty, he could confirm - a memoir to his twelve year old self - that the warmth was indeed love. but love was also so much more, he came to realize over the years. love was the cautious hands of a fourteen year-old girl spending weeks at his side, healing him from his coma, sobbing in despair and frustration when he would not wake up. love was the way that he had thrown his arms around her waist, and she around his neck, relief flooding each other’s veins at the knowledge that they were both alive and safe and together after his defeat of ozai and her defeat of azula. love was the way her hand fit so perfectly in his, palm pressed to palm and fingers intertwined, as the two watched the early formations of republic city from their home, vowing to leave a lasting legacy on a world where benders and non-benders of all types could live together in safety and harmony.

love was also the brief kiss in an abandoned cave that said a million more things than he could ever say in words. 

when the two pulled back, he noted the way that her eyes twinkled up at him under the fluorescent light. the crystals shone overhead, leading them down a familiar path, just as how it had done when he was twelve. aang checked his left palm and realized that he had extinguished his flame during the kiss. 

katara’s smile reached her eyes when she grabbed for his hand, pulling him along. “funny,” she said, bemused. “that thing you said when we were kids. guess it held up all these years, didn’t it?”

“what thing?”

“oh, you know,” she replied with a casual shrug, a mischievous glint forming in her eye. “you choosing to kiss me over dying - ”

he groaned. she was never going to let him live that one, was she?

“did i say that?” aang feigned innocence. “i can’t quite recall. maybe what my awkward twelve-year old self had meant to say, instead, was that the thought of not being able to kiss you is just so unbearable that i would rather have chosen death.”

“mmhmmm. sure you had.” a blush slowly crept up her cheeks, betraying her sarcastic tone. success.

“good thing that hasn’t happened yet, though. the not being able to kiss you anymore part.” he paused, adding as an afterthought: “the death part, too, if we’re being honest.”

“don’t speak so soon. what if there’s a serial killer in here?” she hushed him, looking around conspiratorially. 

“you’d rather a serial killer kiss you instead of your own husband? ouch.” 

she smacked his arm. “aang! i’m serious. with the recent bender supremacy uprisings going on in major cities of the earth kingdom, it’s not out of the realm of possibility. what’s stopping a bender supremacist from kidnapping a bunch of non-benders in omashu and dumping their bodies in this cave right now?”

“well, for starters, we would’ve heard by now if that were the case, wouldn’t we have? there’d be rumours, like with what happened with hama. so far, there hasn’t been any reports of mysterious non-bender disappearances in the cities where the uprisings are taking place. definitely not any in omashu.”

a dark look settled across katara’s face at the mention of the estranged bloodbender. “an earth bender supremacist could be dragging bodies from the city and burying them in the rubble of the tunnels. no one would even think to look because the legend says that the cave is cursed.”

aang scratched his head, suddenly very wary about his surroundings. his eyes scanned everywhere around him, from the plethora of crystals that provided them light on top to the solid stone that held the cave in place, trying to spot any semblance of a decomposing body. just as before, he couldn’t detect anything unusual.

while he knew that katara’s suspicions had merit to them, his mind still hesitated over the idea of a bender supremacist trapping people in caves. he would have heard something by now, if that were the case. besides, they were drawing all of these inferences from a scream that he wasn’t even sure came from a human. the high-pitched sound could have belonged to a species of wolfbats, for all they knew. and even if it were to emerge out of a person, who was to say that it was connected to the victim of a bender supremacist murderer? it could have been from a lost and hungry traveler stuck in the cave for days, unsure of their way out. or perhaps it was from someone whose foot was trapped under rubble, screaming out in sheer pain. maybe it even belonged to a villager being chased by an angry spirit.

he walked over to one of the walls, running his hand over the sharp rocks that pricked at his skin. or perhaps, he thought bitterly, gritting his teeth, it was his own refusal to accept that he was failing the world again that led him to dismiss such possibilities. given the political climate, it was entirely possible that bender supremacists were using their bending to hide bodies within the cave. he just wasn’t aware of any of it because it was all taking place underneath his nose, while he remained in blissful ignorance with the women he loved on what was supposed to be his vacation.

aang closed his eyes. he focused on the vibrations emitting from the ground, trying to detect if there was anything that could give him a clue, like a direction to the source of the scream. he was even searching for the large footsteps of badger moles or the fluttering wings of wolfbats. while he was no toph, his earthbending had vastly improved over the years to the point where he had gotten very good at perceiving the world around and underneath him through vibrations. but this time around, he was sensing absolutely nothing. 

well, not entirely nothing. aang noted that some parts of the earth below his hand felt kind of fresh. and quite warm. it didn’t take an earth bender to realize that their texture and temperature were evidently different from the rocks comprising the rest of the cave. this new formation of rock - whatever it was - also felt very familiar to him, almost like he had dealt with this type before. 

his eyes widened in recognition. it was rock that had hardened after the eruption of a volcano. and not just any ordinary eruption; a special kind of eruption that didn’t require any volcano whatsoever.

lavabending.

“hey, katara. would you be able to come over here? i think i found something.”

aang’s words were interrupted by the sudden howl of a blood-curling scream. this time, he had felt the vibrations perfectly through the earth, and spirits did they hurt. he winced in pain, his ears ringing, reflexively removing his hand off the ground.

the screaming did not seem to stop the longer the seconds passed. multiple more emitted from the path ahead in unison, echoing off the chambers of the cave. his heart pounded. there was no denying that the cries had unmistakably belonged to humans. 

katara already had a stream of water out from her pouch. she had sprang into action, pointing in the precise direction that the noise was coming from. 

“this way,” she shouted, running ahead. 

be careful, he couldn’t help think as he trailed after her.

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this art was adapted from the following comic panel in imbalance part 2: