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sulphuryasecretcloset · 4 years ago

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What if... Family Portrait

(Excuse me while I DIE because the art deity @cacodaemonia was so incredibly kind to create a What-If version of the Fearsome Four pic that Davarax took before he was ripped away from them. Well, here you have the Devoted Dad, Mama Bear, and their Fearsome Five! The cuteness, the adorableness, the PERFECTION is killing me! Davarax’ and Dulcy’s smiles (his slightly slanted grin and her big happy one, aaaah) and their hair (I worship the floof!) and their eyes (So kind, how??) and their armour (sessayh!) and... *flails* All of it!! And sweet, adorable, big eyed Corin, still a little more timid than his rambunctious siblings... PERFECT, I SAY! And to think this is what Corin could have had... Well, in the What-if, this is what he does have!)

A hundred years ago, I promised Davarax’ POV when Dulcy was kidnapped. Apologies for the unforgivably long wait, but I hope the fact that it was meant to be four pages and ended up closer to thirteen can make up for it a little?

What If... we saw it through Davarax’ eyes?

Davarax lowers Zurf to the floor with his grip on his wrist instead of slamming him to the ground like he usually does after managing to flip him over. Letting go, he then backs up, lifts his hands into the air to acknowledge the roar of approval from the other seven Mandalorians present in the training room and nods at the mix of praise aimed his way and the mockery flying Zurf’s way.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Belitz calls out, gesturing for everyone to settle down while he walks towards Davarax. “What was that, Davarax?”

Grinning, Davarax starts backing towards the exit. “That? That I believe was a win.”

“Since when do you coddle your opponent?” Belitz demands to know and follows, trailing after the scent of possible juicy news like a Corellian hound. “What’s up with you?”

“I’m not allowed to be in a good mood?” Davarax drawls, still grinning, still backing up.

“I’ve experienced you in a good mood.” Belitz states. “This is not you in a good mood. You in a good mood is merely spraining bones instead of breaking them. This? This is something else. What happened?”

Davarax snorts amused. He will die before he tells them anything.

“It’s that woman, isn’t it? The outsider.” Pagyle shouts from the other side of the room. Her voice soaked with glee. “She’s got you soft.”

Finally reaching the exit, Davarax does an extravagant bow. “I win. I leave. See you tomorrow, losers.” And then he flees, laughing out loud at the wave of questions and suggestive howling that follows him.

They are right and they are wrong. Wrong, because Davarax ‘is’ in a good mood. Extremely good mood. Honestly, he’s drunk on happiness. And his sparring partners are right, because he does owe the glow in his chest and the smile on his lips to Dulsissia.

Davarax can’t stop himself from bringing up the memory of her looking at him with open affection, the sensation of her fingers braiding with his, as well as the lazy bliss of just having her close and feeling her breathe. And that was just the memories from last night.

He’s never felt anything like this for anyone before. He’s never met anyone like her before.

Over a year with him on a different planet and yet Dulsissia had waited for him. Davarax doubts she knows how much her messages had helped him through that year. She has no idea how many times he replayed those holos during the moments when the darkness curled up in his chest from missing her and his other three kids so much he could barely breathe. How he dreaded what he would come back home to. Every day he woke up thinking that would be the day he learned he’d lost her.

Davarax had believed her when Dulsissia said she’d wait, but life happens and he wouldn’t have blamed her if she had found someone else… but she didn’t. She kept the children safe, handled life in the Covert like she’d grown up there and welcomed him back like she had missed him every bit as much as he’d missed her. If anything, it seems like her feelings for him were even stronger.

It gives him hope. Maybe one day, please let it happen, he’ll be able to defeat the demons from her past, rebuild the trust Macero Valentis had shattered, and take his helmet off for her.

Davarax’ happiness lasts until there is a knock on his door, hours later as he’s about to get ready for the day’s training session with the children, and he opens it to find Corin and Din looking up at him with almost identical anxious facial expressions.

“Is… Is my mom here?” Corin asks in a thin voice.

Davarax frowns. “No?” It’s late afternoon, a time she usually spends with her son, and he hasn’t seen her since she left his room last night. “Why are you asking?”

Corin fidgets. “Me and Din were working on a project with Barthor. Mom was supposed to come pick me up, but she never showed. A-and when we went back to my room, she wasn’t there either.”

Unease instantly coils around Davarax’ heart. There is no way Dulsissia would forget picking up Corin. She wouldn’t. If something came up, something so serious it couldn’t wait, she would have asked Davarax or someone else to bring a message to Corin and make sure he was okay.

Something is wrong.

Corin and Din already look horribly nervous and as Davarax doesn’t want to upset them further he keeps his thoughts to himself. He clears his throat and tries to sound calm. “Okay, listen…” Davarax tries to think and not just react. “I’ll ask around. She probably got caught up in something.” He considers his options and gestures the boys inside. “You two wait here. Okay?”

Sniffling, Corin seems to be very much aware of the seriousness of the situation and simply stands there, head lowered, until Din places his arm around him and leads him into the room.

Davarax takes a step out but pauses to look back at the boys. “And, uh, don’t touch the weapons.” While he trusts them, he also can’t ignore the fact that there are explosives in his room strong enough to send them all to Mandalore That Was.

Din nods. Corin merely sniffles again.

Davarax rushes towards the people he knows Dulcy has the most contact with. Decco hasn’t seen her all day, neither had the next one he asks, but then he gets his first lead.

“I think she went above?” Ayah says, shrugging. “I saw her walking down the hallway with that basket of hers this morning.”

This makes the unease grow stronger. Davarax stalks towards the stairs and enters the city above to set course to where he knows she usually sets up her little stand to sell her cookies.

The sun is shining over Nevarro, the HUD lists the temperatures uncomfortably high, so it shouldn’t be surprising that few people are walking around, but it still fuels Davarax’ unease and makes him wonder if something had scared people indoors. He pauses for half a second when he turns the corner and sees she’s not there. Dulcy is not in her spot. There’s not a single soul in the street. His heart drops. Cold sweat starts to break out at the back of his neck. She’s not there! But, his eyes focuses on the ground, but there is ‘something’ there…

Walking over, Davarax kneels down. He reaches down and brushes some sand away so he can pick up what had caught his attention.

It’s a piece of a cookie.

Staring at it, Davarax swallows down his ever increasing sense of doom and forces himself to look around on the ground. He sees more pieces. Like someone had dropped a bag of them on the ground and then stepped on it. His heartbeats feel like punches inside his chest. Fear. Raw fear. What had happened here?

“Are you looking for the nice cookie lady?” A voice asks.

Davarax looks up and sees a scruffy mercenary standing a small distance away, leaning against the wall next to him and munching away on a cookie with the few teeth he has left. Davarax stands up and drops the piece he had been holding. “Yes. Have you seen her?”

The mercenary nods, chewing thoughtfully. “She was her earlier.”

“Did you see where she went?” Davarax asks.

“The Imp took her away.” A different voice replies. It’s another mercenary. She has a small bag of Dulcy’s cookies hanging from her belt, next to grenades and what looks like small bones. She has more teeth than the other guy. A lot more teeth. Sharp ones.

“What Imp?” Davarax presses on, refusing to acknowledge how panic is starting to set in. He’d told Dulcy she was safe. He’d told her not to be afraid of going into the city because they’d know if Valentis showed up. Had Macero Valentis taken her away?

“An officer.” The first mercenary replies. “He had a whole bunch of those stormtroopers with him. Nothing we could do.” A slight frown settles between his eyebrows. “Seemed like she knew him.”

Davarax closes his eyes, forces himself to stay calm despite being horrified and enraged at the same time, then he exhales and opens them again. “Did you see where they were going?”

“The army base.” The second mercenary informs him. “I hope you find her. She’s nice.”

Thanking them, Davarax heads below again and finds the one responsible for supervising the information coming in about the Imperial movement on the planet. It is another test of his willpower when he learns that he wasn’t warned because he’d told them to keep an eye out for someone who asked around about Dulcy and Corin or the arrival of a man by the name of Macero Valentis. No one had asked around about Dulcy and Corin, and Davarax had said nothing about a Vecon Valentis. They also inform Davarax that Vecon Valentis’ ship had left in a hurry hours ago.

Seething, Davarax barely resists unleashing his anger on these idiots, who probably weren’t too concerned about the safety of an outsider, and he stalks off to the one with the power to do something about this nightmare.

His sister.

Stepping into the Forge, smacking his hand on the button to close the door, Davarax does not kneel down. His heart his thumping like crazy. Dulcy is okay. Yeah, she’s okay. Dulcy is tough. She can handle herself until he can get to her. Please let her be okay. She has to be. Davarax yanks off his helmet. “The Imps got Dulcy.”

His sister pauses in her work, the golden helmet turns and her expressionless t-visor looks at him. “I was just informed.”

Davarax takes a step forward. “We have to go after them.”

There is a moment of silence and then she lowers her hammer and sets it aside. “No.”

Blinking, Davarax did not expect that answer. Okay, she had not been thrilled about Dulcy from the second he’d brought her home, finding her weak and whimsical, but he’d taken it for granted that she’d resent Imps taking someone under her protection. “Why not?”

“She’s an outsider.” His sister replies. Her voice is as emotionless as her helmet. “She’s not a Mandalorian. She’s not a Foundling. She’s not of this Covert. I will not risk the lives of our people for her. That is not the Way.”

Now Davarax is the one who needs a moment of silence and then he finds his voice again. “What about her son?”

“The boy is your Foundling.” Is the flat reply. “According to your reports, he shows promise as a fighter.”

Davarax nods thoughtfully, knowing there is no way he can change her mind. She’s not someone who changes her mind. He should know. “I will make arrangements that he’ll be taken care of if I don’t return.” He turns to leave.

“Where are you going?” Now there is a hint of sharpness in her voice.

Davarax stops, stares at the door and tries to sort out what he’s feeling. It’s like there is an imploding star inside his chest. It’s hard to breathe. “I’m going after her.”

“You are not.” That is an order.

“I am.” Davarax turns to face his sister again. He can’t lose Dulcy. He won’t. He refuses!

“You are staying here.”

“Or what?” Davarax snarls viciously, stepping forward, hands clenching and pure rage burning in his eyes.

She lifts her hands and removes her helmet. Her dark eyes and strong cheekbones, her hair that mix of brown and red, so similar to their mother she could be her twin. There is no mercy in her gaze. “You are staying here, brother. You are not going after her. She will lead you to your death.”

Davarax does not back down one inch. She was always meant to be the one to follow in their parents footsteps and he was to be her general, but this is an order he will not obey. “I love her vod. There is only one way you can stop me and you know it.” She is going to have to beat him unconscious and he will fight her with everything he’s got. “Try it!”

Her eyes narrow a tiny bit. For her, that is a huge red flag, revealing just how angry she is. Despite her detachment to most things, Davarax knows she loves him. She lets him get away with so much, stuff no other Mandalorian would dare to try under her rule, and she will knock him out if she thinks it will save his life.

But he will never forgive her if she stops him from saving Dulcy, his heart and future, and his sister must know this because she simply puts her helmet back on and turns away from him.

She won’t stop him, but he’s on his own. It hurts, but he’s not surprised.

Davarax puts his own helmet back on and walks out of the room.

Davarax is shaking. His head and his heart is in complete chaos.

He’s dreading what Dulcy is going through. Guilt is ripping him apart. She’d trusted him and now she is being brought back to the man who had almost ruined her and her son. Macero’s temper must be terrible, judging by how terrified she’d been when she thought he’d found them due to that lone stormtrooper, and Davarax can barely breathe when thinking about what the man will do to her if he gets his hands on her.

Davarax fights air into his lungs. Focus. He cannot undo what has happened, he needs to focus on what he can do. He needs his weapons and he has to explain to Corin what has happened and...

Davarax marches back to his room.

“Uncle Vecon…?” Corin goes pale as a sheet. His eyes fill up with more tears and his little frame start to tremble. “He’s… He’s going to take mom back to father. And he’s going to be sooo angry…”

“Hey.” Davarax takes a gentle hold of his shoulder and makes the boy look up at him. “Corin, listen to me, I won’t let that happen. Understand? I’m going to get your mom back. I promise you.” Corin looks up at him with complete trust despite the fear in his eyes. So young and yet painfully aware of the horrors his father is capable of. “You promise?”

Davarax nods, struggling to hide how much he wants to kill Corin’s father. The Galaxy would be a better place with one less monster in it. He pulls the boy in close and hugs him. “I promise.” And he fully intends to keep that promise. “But for me to do this, I need you to do me a huge favour.”

Nodding, Corin absently wipes a runaway tear from his face. “Okay.”

“What do you need us to do?” Din asks, ready to be Corin’s support pillar and Davarax feels a stab of pride as well as affection for the boy. His brave Foundling. Despite the horror he went through himself not too many years ago, Din doesn’t hesitate to support his friend. Like a true Mandalorian.

“I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.” Davarax doesn’t want to mention the possibility he might not come back at all. They are worried enough. “I need Corin to stay with… a friend of mine until I get back.”

Din lowers his gaze, knowing Davarax is not talking about his parents as they have made it clear they do not like outsiders and consider Corin very much as one. “I’ll… come along. Make sure he settles in.” “Thank you.” Davarax says. He’s not entirely thrilled about what he’s about to do, but it’s his least bad option out of a bunch of worse options. “Corin, let’s go by your room and pick up some stuff for a couple of days. Okay? We have to hurry.” Corin nods, meek and affable. He’s horribly pale and looks heartbreakingly shaken, but he is holding himself together despite having lost the person who means the most to him. He’s stronger than he knows, Davarax muses. One day that boy will grow up to be a powerful warrior.

They pick up some clothes and Corin’s datapad. Davarax notices a small pile of Din’s clothing lying on a chair in a corner and wonders just how much time the kid spends with Dulcy and Corin. Then they make their way down the hallway and head towards a door he really does not want to approach.

Davarax pushes the button to signal his presence. He doesn’t want to use the comm system and risk being shut down.

Nothing.

Sighing, Davarax pushes again. He doesn’t have time for this. Every second wasted means that Valentis guy dragging Dulcy farther and farther away and closer to her former husband.

Finally the door slides open and Davarax forces his spine straight. “I need a favour.”

A heavy silence follows before there is a slight shake of a blue helmet as if to reboot his brain before he’s able to speak. “You. You are asking Dez Vizla for a favour?”

Corin and Din exchange looks behind Davarax and he can almost hear what the kids are thinking. Why on earth would he bring Corin to Dez Vizla?

Well, Barthor’s parents would never agree to take him in. Neither would Din’s parents. And while the Saxons would say yes, he’s not entirely sure Corin would survive that. Decco’s illness causes days when she has no energy and might soon end her days all together. The Fighting Corps are constantly on the move and its members have no stability for a child. Dez Vizla may be an uptight and pompous jerk who likes to talk about himself in the third person and unfortunately treats his son like an adult instead of a child, but he rarely leaves the Covert, guards his wards with his life and will never turn his back on a Foundling in need. Plus, in his quarters, Corin will also have Paz to look after him day and night. Hopefully the stay won’t be for too long, but at least Corin will be safe and cared for.

“I need you to look after Corin for a bit.” Davarax says, trying to sound calm and confident.

Dez snorts a haughty laugh. “What?” He shakes his head again, still struggling to believe what he’s hearing. “You want… What?”

“Dulcy got snatched by Imps. They took her away.” Davarax explains in a tight voice, trying hard not to upset Corin. “I’m going to get her back.” He switches to Mando’a and hopes Corin doesn’t understand what he’s saying next. ”This is serious, Dez. I need your help. Keep him safe?”

Dez stares at him for a while, entirely still and unreadable, before he finally sighs and takes a step to the side to let Corin enter. “Get inside, boy. Now.”

Corin freezes, panics, and looks up at Davarax. As expected, he responds badly to Dez’ rough personality. Davarax is about to speak but Din beats him to it.

Din gives Corin a light nudge. “I’ll come with you. It’s okay.” He sends Dez a challenging look.

Dez snorts again, amused by the glare, and gives a nod. Fine. Din can come too.

Relieved, Davarax sees the two shuffle into the Vizla quarters and tells himself it won’t be the last time he sees them. He’s going to get Dulcy and then they will all be together again.

Davarax grabs his weapons and as many grenades and explosives as he can before he sets course for the Razor Crest. His heart is still thumping so hard he can almost feel it battering against the inside of his breastplate.

If Macero Valentis is a monster, his brother might be too. What if he has hurt Dulcy? What is she thinking about right now? Does she think Davarax has abandoned her or does she find comfort in the knowledge that he’ll come for her? Is she afraid? She’s tough, no doubt about that, but courage is not the absence of fear. Only a fool would not feel fear at times. And the mere thought of her being afraid burns Davarax’ heart like acid.

Lost in a hurricane of thoughts and emotions, Davarax doesn’t hear the voice calling out his name and is a bit startled when someone grabs him just as he’s about to step outside of the Covert. Snapping his visor over, Davarax is surprised to find Paz there.

“Is it true?” Paz says, breathless and agitated. “Dulcy’s gone? The Imps got her?”

Davarax exhales. “Yeah…” He has to gather himself and appear calm once again, not wanting to worry Paz either. “But I’m going to get her back. Don’t worry. You just make sure Corin is okay.”

Paz gulps for air as his agitation increases. “I’m coming with you.”

“What? No.” Davarax blinks when the boy bolts by him and stalks out of the Covert. “Paz! Paz, get back here.”

Marching towards the Razor Crest, Paz doesn’t slow down. “I’m coming with you!”

Davarax curses and trots after him, trying to persuade him to go back. Paz makes it all the way inside the ship’s cargo hold before Davarax loses his patience and grabs his arm.

“Paz, I don’t have time for this!” Davarax makes Paz’ visor focus on him. “Dulcy is in serious trouble. These Imps are dangerous.”

“I can fight!” Paz snaps back at him, his voice both angry and shaking.

“I know you can fight.” Davarax reassures him, a little impatiently. “But you are not coming with me. Go home, Paz. Look after Corin. And the others. Go!”

“No!” Paz shouts, but his next words are soft and broken. “She has to come back. She has to.” He struggles to keep speaking. “She’s always so nice to me. To all of us.”

“I know…” Davarax whispers. Paz had been abandoned by his birth mother all those years ago and now he is ready to rush into battle and get himself killed to avoid losing Dulcy. The only woman who had cared enough to act like an actual mother to him. “I’m going to get her back, Paz. I promise. But I have to go now.”

“I’m going with you.” Paz repeats in a stubborn reply.

Sighing, Davarax knows more words are pointless. While the helmet hides Paz’ face, he knows the boy well enough to hear in his voice and read from his body language when he’s too determined to be persuaded otherwise. “Go home, Paz.” He tightens his grip on his arm and drags him out of the ship, kicking and screaming.

Paz’ fury is frightful and Davarax is fairly certain if the boy had a weapon; he would have shot Davarax when he lifts the ramp and blocks him out of the ship. He might not forgive Davarax for this, but he will be safe and alive. And that is what Dulcy would want too.

Dulcy…

-You and Corin are safe here, he’d told her.

She had trusted him when he’d said they’d know if there was danger nearby. He’d told her those words because he’d believed them too. He’d failed to take idiocy and dislike towards outsiders into consideration. The idiots hadn’t meant for any harm to come to her, they just didn’t put any effort into the safety of an outsider.

She’s okay. Dulcy has to be okay. Davarax will get to her long before Macero Valentis does. He will. He won’t fail her, or the children, not as long as he breathes. Davarax had given up on having a family of his own beyond what time he was allowed to spend with his treasured troublemakers and he had settled for being a provider for other families instead, but then Dulcy entered his life and everything changed.

Davarax’ hands shake as he starts up the Razor Crest, driven by red hot fury at the ones who had taken Dulcy away and cold dark despair at the thought of her surrounded by enemies.

He’s going to get her back.

Going after the Imp ship is part guessing, part experienced calculations and part luck. There is no way for Davarax to know their exact route or destination as he has no clue where Macero Valentis is currently located, but he knows which routes are most commonly used by Imps ships as he tends to avoid them like the plague and he has contacts to ask along the way.

It feels strange to deliberately enter areas where he is bound to meet Imp ships.

Constant attacks has left the Imp army jumpy so there are a couple of ships who take his presence and him scanning them the wrong way. The Razor Crest has to make a run for it several times and ends up with scorch marks on her hull, but that’s not enough to make Davarax stop.

He can’t.

Eventually Davarax manages to lock on to the one moving against the stream of Imp ships and with single-minded determination as if there is some place it needs to be and as fast as possible. He can’t be sure, but his heart tells him he’s found his prey and Davarax always trusts his instincts.

Unaware of baring his teeth like a furious beast and the muscles in his neck and shoulders tensing up, Davarax can only register one thought: the hunt has begun.

Food and sleep have become a distant memory on this trip. When did he eat or sleep last? Yesterday? The day before? He can’t remember and Davarax doesn’t care. He simply keeps pushing the Razor Crest and himself to catch up with the Imp ship before it reaches the clutches of Macero Valentis.

Eventually he does catch up with the ship.

Others tend to shake their head at Davarax’ attachment to the Razor Crest, but he knows what she’s capable of and how to us her strengths in ways that his enemies never expect. People underestimate his ship all the time and Davarax hopes they continue to do so – as it makes his victories all the more sweeter and drastically reduces the risk to his life and his ship’s safety.

When the Imp ship slows down, for whatever reason, Davarax goes for it.

Setting loose two decoys with signals meant to impersonate much larger ships than the Razor Crest, Davarax gives a powerful boost with his engine before powering down and hoping the forward momentum will bring him to where he needs to go; the landing dock on the Imp ship’s left flank.

It’s a move he’s only done twice before and he succeeded once, but Davarax decides to risk it.

Dulcy is right there. In that ship. And Macero Valentis is not, or there would have been a second ship to accompany them. There is still time to get her back.

The Razor Crest does not fail him. She slides through the darkness, under the Imp ship’s radar and drowsy attention, their arrogance brought on by them thinking themselves superior in every way can be quite helpful, and once she’s powered back up it only takes the gentlest of nudges to make her move up to where she can latch on to one of the boarding docks.

Davarax is on his feet before the attachment to the other ship is deemed secure by the Razor Crest’s sensors. Three blasters and an unseemly amount of explosives join his arsenal hidden in his armour.

It’s time to put all of his concern and anger into his weapons.

He goes for stealth at first. He needs to know where they are keeping Dulcy. And while Davarax knows he’s a skilled fighter, he’s just one man and this ship is crawling with soldiers. He needs to be clever about this and not let his anger rule him.

He’s told Din countless times to control his anger instead of letting his anger control him, and this is one of those situations where that could be the deciding factor of the outcome of the mission.

A drowsing guard is yanked around a corner and asked for information, but the guy isn’t much help and is left hidden inside a service closet. He is soon joined by two more.

It’s the fourth guard that finally gives Davarax the answers he is looking for.

Dulsissia Valentis is indeed on this ship. They are keeping Dulcy two levels below this one, in the last cell on the left side of the prison corridor. And there are plenty of guards.

There is no way he can get to her without being detected.

Davarax lets the guard fall to the floor and draws his blasters. Controlling your anger also means to know when it is time to let it loose.

It’s time.

It kind of becomes a red haze after that. Davarax makes his way through the soldiers and guards, using blasters and grenades and his flame thrower to remove them from his path, and every step brings him closer to Dulcy.

Nothing will stop him.

Nothing.

He plants several bombs in strategic places, aiming to injure the ship’s engines and computers as well as draw attention away from himself. Once that is in place, Davarax moves towards the door leading below and gets ready.

Davarax triggers the first two bombs. The ship shakes and groans and he heads below to face the minor army placed there to guard their precious cargo.

The first Trooper he sees standing there spins around at the sound of him and freezes with surprise.

Davarax fires his blaster and moves on to take down the next before the body has hit the floor. He triggers more bombs.

The ship’s siren starts blaring. It howls its long and loud warnings on all floors.

After that, blaster shots hits Davarax’ armour, shrapnel from enemy grenades and his own stabs at him, fists and bots do their best to hurt him, even a blade or two slices through his jacket, yet he keeps moving forward. He won’t stop unless he’s dead.

A well placed grenade takes out the light on the entire level, but instead of darkness his HUD has to adjust to the backup-lights flickering on and off as it appears the electrical system itself has taken damage.

Endless amounts of guards try to stop him. All of them visibly confused as they were under the impression that they are being invaded by a large group of enemies and all they see is one Mando. They soon are too dead to appreciate the lesson Davarax is teaching them: do not mess with a Mandalorian’s family.

Davarax removes a couple of soldiers trying to kill him with a well-aimed grenade and he turns a corner to see what he’s been looking for; the prison corridor.

“He’s here!” Someone shouts in the distance.

“Thank you for pointing out the obvious.” A voice snaps. “Don’t just stand there! Stop him!”

More soldiers rush forward to protect the owner of the voice.

Davarax removes obstacle (soldier) after obstacle (more soldiers), ignoring everything except his mission. He’s so lost in his anger and battle-haze that he’s not prepared for when he suddenly sees her there. Barely visible through the smoke and blaster shots sent his way, there is no mistaking her.

Dulcy.

Some obnoxious Imp officer is standing next to her, his one hand grabbing her arm and the other holding a blaster muzzle to her head. The officer looks scared. She does not. Her eyes are wide with surprise, yes, but her mouth softens into the faintest of smiles. Her hair is almost as wild as Raga’s and for some weird reason she’s wearing a fancy teal dress that probably costs more than the Razor Crest.

It would have eased Davarax’ anger, soothed the fire inside him, quenched his thirst for blood, seeing her standing there… if not for the blooming bruise on her face. There is a startling discolouring of the delicate cheekbone he’d trailed light fingertips over in a wordless display of love not too long ago...

Unbridled rage explodes inside Davarax. He’s going to rip Vecon Valentis apart!

Completely indifferent to the shots fired at him, Davarax merely keeps stalking towards Dulcy and the soon-to-be-dead-Imp, killing anyone who gets in his way. He’s so angry he can barely breathe. How dare they hurt her?!

A trooper jumps out of room next to him, blaster raised, but Davarax slams his elbow into the helmet so hard it shatters. He then pulls out a vibro-blades and throws it through the air and takes down the one guard left standing next to Dulcy and the Imp officer.

The red lights are still flashing, sirens are blaring, there is thick smoke in the air, and Davarax is finally standing in front of Dulcy and Vecon Valentis. The Imp now looks downright terrified.

“Don’t, Mando.” Vecon warns. “I will shoot.”

“Not if he kills you first, Vecon.” Dulcy says. She’s keeping her gaze locked on Davarax, unfazed by Vecon’s threat and the pain of her bruised face. His brave Dulcy. His heart. His light.

Not bothering to even look at Vecon, Davarax grabs the man’s hand holding on to the blaster and squeezes and twists it until he drops the weapon with a pained yelp. He’s mesmerized by Dulcy’s complete lack of fear and solid faith in him. She even uses the moment Davarax disarms her captor to break free and spin around to stand next to Davarax instead.

“Tell Macero I’m never going back. He will never see his son again. And to leave me alone. And if he comes after me or my family again, I won’t ask nicely to be left alone. I will kill him.”

‘My family’. She said ‘my family’. It might be wishful thinking from Davarax’ side, but her choosing those words instead of just saying ‘me or my son’, it almost sounds like she means… him and the children? The anger deflates as wild hope floods Davarax instead and he glances over at the amazing woman next to him.

Dulcy is glaring at Vecon, who is bending over into an awkwardly twisted position due to the grip Davarax has on him, and she looks magnificent; beauty and fury. And there is no hesitation or trace of softness in her threat. She means it, she will kill Macero, and Davarax loves her even more.

“Tell him yourself.” Vecon sneers.

Davarax is distracted, entirely focused on Dulcy, and he pays the price. The Imp moves and a sharp pain follows as he drives a blade into Davarax’ side. Grunting, Davarax reacts instinctively; he draws his blaster and shoots.

Vecon Valentis is dead.

Dulcy doesn’t care. She seems indifferent to the man being killed and her being deprived of the chance to do it herself as payback for her bruised face. All she focuses on is getting to where the blade is planted deep in Davarax’ body. “Oh. Oh no. What-”

They have to leave. Now. The blade hasn’t done lethal damage but Davarax knows he won’t be able to fight for too long with this kind of injury. Blood-loss will weaken him. He yanks the blade out and grabs her arm to redirect her frightened gaze to his t-visor. “We have to go.”

She nods, a little stunned but ready to get out of there. Good.

Picking up Valentis’ blaster, he hands it to her. “I need you to cover my back, Dulcy. Can you do that?” Blood is seeping through his underarmor and a burning pain is spreading. No time to deal with it as more guards are on their way for sure. He needs her help if they are going to make it.

She nods again. Worried, pale, but determined. She’s got his back. Just like he knew she would.

He loves her so much.

Together, they move, battle and make it back to the Razor Crest.

Stumbling into the cockpit and over to sit down in the pilot seat, Davarax brings the engines online and detaches them from the Imp ship as quick as possible. The bombs he’d set off earlier was to confuse the troops onboard and Davarax hopes they have caused enough damage to the engines for him and Dulcy to make their escape.

The Razor Crest does a slow turn, rolling over, Dulcy buckles herself into her seat, and with a strained shake of her entire hull; the Razor Crest gives a mighty kick and races off into the darkness.

-Run, Davarax pleads the ship. -Run as fast as you can, old girl. If that beast recovers enough to come after us, we’re all dead. So I need you to run with everything you got. Run!

And, again maybe it is his wishful thinking, Davarax swears he feels the ship give an extra burst and her speed increases even more as they race towards safety.

Only after forty three minutes and seventeen seconds of pushing the engines to the limit of what they can take, plus non-stop checking the radar to see if someone has decided to chase them and finding nothing, only then does Davarax dare to ease up and let the Razor Crest slow down while he leans back and exhales.

Adrenaline and stress leaves his body while exhaustion moves in.

This is also when Dulcy unbuckles herself and appears by his side to with an anxious expression on her beautiful face and her hands hovering a little undecidedly over his torso as if she can’t decide where to touch.

Her own bruised face appears forgotten to her. Davarax feels how guilt viciously collides with the relief of having her back. He reaches out, pulls Dulcy close and hugs her tight. “Are you okay?” Her bruised face is bad enough, more than bad enough, but what if… He will never forgive himself if...

“Yes, but you’re not.” Dulcy replies, too relaxed to be lying and she tries to push him away. “You’re bleeding. You’re hurt, Davarax. I have to-”

Feeling her in his arms, alive and warm and there and forgiving him his failure, Davarax couldn’t care less about his own injuries. He can’t even feel them. All he can feel is her. All he cares about is her. The thought of letting her go after nearly losing her forever hurts. “In a moment.” Davarax’ throat is snared up so tight he has to whisper. “Please.”

And his heart shatters entirely when this incredible woman shivers, once, then wraps her arms around him and hugs him back. Davarax eases her over to sit on his lap where she curls as close to him as she can manage and he holds her as close as he dares.

He’d nearly lost her. This fact will haunt him for the rest of his life; a life he cannot imagine without her. She brought him out of his half-existence, comforted his children when he was unable to and Davarax had started to wake up in the mornings with hope instead of guilt and weariness.

Despite the ordeal she has been through, Dulsissia ignores her own hurt and says that they need to tell the Covert Macero will come for them so they can flee, but Davarax isn’t too worried. They have fought all kinds of governments before and won. He alone had taken on a Destroyer and gotten away with it today, just imagine what his entire Covert could do to a man stupid enough to challenge them.

Dulcy is not convinced, but they compromise and then her focus shifts to his injuries and that is something she will not compromise on. It’s odd to have someone care. Nice, but odd. He’s always tended to his injuries himself.

She fusses about his wounds and notes how Vecon held the blade all wrong to do fatal damage. His girl knows how to stab someone properly. His heart glows with pride.

Dulcy refuses to use the cauterizer and tries to order him out of the pilot seat. As much as he loves her authoritative voice, Davarax declines. He needs to keep an eye on the radar, just in case.

Another compromise is made and she ends up sitting on his lap while tending to his injuries.

It’s no big surprise when she asks about her son.

“Scared out of his mind that he’ll never see his mother again.” Davarax sighs, running his hand along her arm in an absent-minded caress. “When we get closer to Nevarro, I’ll try to reach him.”

“And the rest of the kids?”

That actually makes Davarax laugh a little “I had to physically wrestle Paz off the ship when he heard I was going. If he had a blaster, he would have shot me.” His hand rounds her shoulder and moves up her neck to cup the side of her face. “They’ve all been desperate to get you back. Like me.” It feels almost too good that she’s back. He did it. She’s here. He didn’t fail her again.

“I’m sorry.” Dulsissia mumbles, gently patting down the edges of a bacta patch on his stab wound. “I didn’t see him before it was too late. And then I just wanted them away from all of you.”

“Hey.” Davarax takes a gentle but firm grip on her wrist, halting her movement, making her look at his visor. “This was not your fault. This was all them. You have nothing to apologize for.”

Dulsissia doesn’t look convinced. “Maybe not. But the fact remains that without me stumbling into your life, you wouldn’t be bleeding right now.”

“Without me barging into yours, I wouldn’t be sitting here, that’s true.” Davarax replies, gently caressing her wrist. “I wouldn’t be with you. My days wouldn’t bring happy memories instead of feeling guilty all the time. I wouldn’t come home to my kids smiling instead of crying, hiding away while being terrified for their lives or without a voice because they have been screaming themselves hoarse.” His hand moves up to brush the back of his fingers across her bruised cheekbone, feeling the guilt gnaw at him again. “That’s worth more than bleeding for, cyare. That’s worth dying for.”

Closing her eyes, Dulsissia takes a hold of his hand and moves it down to press her lips to it. “Other than the love I felt for my son, I didn’t know what love was until I met you.” She shivers. “Don’t talk about dying because it feels like tempting fate and I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

“Then, maybe, if you feel like that, would you…” Davarax says, tensing up a little. He had asked her to marry him and she had said no. It’s just… He wants them to be together, forever, so badly. He wants to be able to take his helmet off in front of her. He wants to kiss her lips and feel her hands on his face. He wants her to see his smile and how happy she makes him. He wants… What he wants doesn’t matter. As tempting as it is to ask her to at least reconsider, he won’t. He had asked and she had said no. Davarax is going to have to respect that.

Dulcy kissing his hand snaps him out of his thoughts just before she asks; “Would I what?”

Davarax exhales and lets go off his dream. He then tilts his head and tries to divert the conversation. “Would you let me compliment you on the dress? It’s lovely. And really brings out the colour of your eyes.” Vecon Valentis might have been a jerk, but looks to have had a sense of fashion.

Laughing, Dulsissia shakes her head and goes back to focus on cleaning and bandaging him up. “Thank you. I kind of like it myself. Impractical, but pretty. I was thinking about keeping it.”

“I think you should.” Davarax drawls, toying with the thin shoulder strap to distract himself as well. “Definitely.”

When Davarax finally manages to contact the children over the comm system, it’s both a relief and painful torture. Relief in that Corin gets to talk to his mother, hear her voice and know she is safe, same with the other children, but Davarax is also tortured by guilt upon hearing their distress and knowing he is to blame. He had said Dulcy was safe and she had been ripped away from them.

His heart aches the most, however, when Dulcy, his sweet Dulcy, makes sure she hears the voice of every child to reassure them all, like the amazing mother she is. It makes him want to collect every neglected child in Galaxy and bring them to her so they can feel happy again too.

In the five hours it takes for them to return to Nevarro, Davarax persuades Dulcy to return to his lap and merely drowse in his arms until they land. It feels so good to hold her. He will happily share her with the children when they get back home, but for these hours, knowing everyone is safe, he will allow himself to be selfish and savour every second where it is just the two of them.

Stepping inside the Covert, Corin is in his mother’s arms before the door has closed behind them. The boy is clinging to his mother with desperate determination, eyes squeezed tight and his entire frame shaking. Dulcy is struggling to keep from crying and she’s stroking and kissing his dark hair, his cheeks and his forehead. It’s the kind of open affection that Davarax can only dream about...

Which means he is not prepared for Din running over to wrap his arms around his waist and burying his face to his stomach with a half-choked sound. His grip is frightfully strong. Surprised and humbled by the rare display of affection, Davarax runs a gentle hand over Din’s hair. While Din has eagerly soaked up every hug and encouraging pat Davarax has given him, this is the first time he has initiated a hug. It almost feels like Din had been equally scared of losing him as Corin had been about losing his mother. That… It’s…

Glancing over at Dulcy, trying to blink away the fog that appears to be assaulting his eyes, Davarax sees Raga and Barthor have joined Corin in her embrace. It seems wrong that Din should have to settle for him so he gently ushers the boy over to Dulcy as well and loves her even more at how quickly and naturally she includes Din with the others.

It would be perfect if only… Davarax’ heart sinks as he sees Paz standing there alone, arms crossed, older than his years. He’s not been the same since the battle at the new Covert. It’s a part of growing up as a Mandalorian, but it still hurts to witness. Yet another thing he can’t protect them from.

Lost in thought, Davarax is then again not prepared as Dulcy unleashes Corin, Raga and Barthor in his direction and they all throw themselves at him with gusto. Davarax grunts at the impact when Raga actually jumps at his chest, Barthor smacks into his left hip and Corin to his right, Din’s arms goes back around his waist, all of them grabbing a hold and hugging him. Din laughs while Davarax staggers a step backwards and tries to pet each head, support Raga to prevent the little space-monkey from falling and not dislodge any one of them at the same time.

Dulcy walks over to stand in front of Paz. “No hug?”

“Kids first.” Is the stern reply.

She simply pulls him close, hugs him even closer and whispers something. Something that has Paz relax and hug her back. That woman must surely be a Jedi witch…

But Davarax doesn’t get to linger on the sight or speculate on her magical powers as he’s quickly distracted by Raga climbing up to perch on his shoulder and he has to support her with one hand while Corin decides to hang off his other arm, using him like a swing like he’d done during their initial meeting back on that smoke-covered planet. Din actually laughs.

“Maybe we can head inside?” Davarax asks, his voice a little strained under the children enthusiastically mistaking him for a playground.

Dulcy looks over at them and smiles like the angel she is. “Yeah, let’s go.”

They walk towards Dulcy and Corin’s room. She reminds him of the need to warn the Covert about the danger of Macero Valentis, but Davarax is in no hurry to see his sister just yet. And Davarax does not believe for one second that Valentis could be a threat to the Covert. If the foolish man was to try to attack, they would eat him alive.

Inside the room there is a whirlwind of exchange of information. Dulcy is as curious about how Davarax had been able to find her as the children are about what had happened to her. Corin gently touches the bruise on his mother’s face with agonized tenderness.

“It still sucks that Davarax had to go alone.” Raga states angrily. “He even had to defy ‘her’ to do it!”

Startled, Davarax doesn’t want Dulcy to know he’d raised his voice to his sister. “It’s late.” He states, stealing their attention away from Raga’s words. “You kids should head home.”

There is nothing but disappointed faces among the children, but there is one who looks downright… depressed. “Can…” Din clears his throat, shifts his position awkwardly. “Can I stay here tonight?”

Corin nods. “He has bad dreams, mom. He dreamt the droids got you.”

Davarax’ heart clenches. He knows how tormented Din has been by the memory of how his birth parents had perished. He’s seen the raw fear in him whenever the boy sees an android. And when Dulcy sends him a pleading look, Davarax isn’t difficult to persuade. Sighing, he nods and starts to contact Din’s Mandalorian parents via his vambrace. “I’ll ask them” And they will say yes. He won’t settle for anything else. The boy needs a little cheering up after all this.

That triggers a landslide of requests to stay as well. Davarax adores those kids for how Raga meekly promises to behave and Paz finally reverting to his real age by demanding to stay if she gets to stay, yet Barthor’s quiet resignation awakens the anger in Davarax.

“My mom will never let me sleep over.” Barthor scoffs with bitter conviction.

Davarax feels his eyes narrow. “Want to bet?” Barthor is one of his kids. If Barthor wants to join the sleep-over, then Barthor will sleep over as well. He is just about to press the final button to contact Din’s parents when his beloved witch strikes again.

“How about… we all spend the night in Davarax’ room?”

Davarax’ face snaps up to stare at her. She couldn’t have surprised him more if she’d slapped him across his bare face with a fish. “Say what now?” Nobody said anything about them sleeping over in his room, with explosives in every corner and the memory of Dulcy’s soft whimpers in his bed.

Din lights up with utter delight. “Oh, can we?”

Davarax clenches his jaw, Dulcy gives him the sweetest smile of fake innocence, and he folds with a heavy sigh. As if he can deny her or these kids anything. “Just… let me talk to your parents first.”

As expected, Din’s parents give their permission without much trouble. They trust Davarax.

Davarax fears he suffers permanent hearing damage after connecting with the Saxons and quickly blurts out his question.

There is a moment of silence before Raga’s mother states: “Anything she breaks, I’m not paying for it.”

“It’ll be on me.” Davarax replies, and then she starts screaming at either her husband or her sons and he just shouts his goodbye and disconnects.

Dez is a problem because of course he is. That man thrives on being difficult, especially around Davarax. If Davarax states something obvious, Dez will disagree just because he said it.

“A sleep over? Are you kidding me? My boy has put on the helmet. He doesn’t do kid stuff like that. I will not have you make my son soft, Davarax.”

“Dez…” Davarax has to take a deep breath and not lose his temper. “It’s a sleep-over. All his friends will be here. Don’t be such a hard-ass. Let the boy have some fun.”

“We are Mandalorians. We don’t do fun. Fun doesn’t make you into a great warrior.”

“A little fun never harmed a kid. He’s a kid, Dez. Helmet or not, he’s still a kid. Let him have this.”

“He should be training.”

“He is training. Every day. That boy is dedicated and you know it. He’s among the best fighters I’ve ever seen. Let. Him. Have. This.”

They bicker back and forth for a while and eventually Davarax manages to wear down the cantankerous man by a combination of nagging and bribery. It’s worth it when he can give Paz the thumbs up to show he’s allowed to stay as well.

And yet Dez Vizla is nowhere near as frustrating as Barthor’s parents. There is no room for negotiations, no compassion or empathy, just a stubborn ‘no’. Davarax tries everything. He flatters, he tries to bride, he tries to reason with them, he even gets dangerously close to pleading, but it doesn’t work. They won’t budge. They will not allow their son to have one simple sleep-over.

And that is when Davarax turns mean. Dangerously mean.

Thirty seconds later, he can give a very surprised Barthor a thumbs up.

That is how they end up gathering all there is off mattresses and blankets and pillows and march over to Davarax’ room. After hoarding and hiding away his weaponry, Davarax helps to arrange their haul all so his kids can be comfortable before he steps up next to Dulcy. “The kids are set. You take the bed. I’ll, uh…” He scouts for where he can fit on the floor, have a good view of the door in case of danger and be close enough to the kids to keep an eye on them as well.

“You and me are sharing the bed.” Dulcy states, as if it is the most natural thing in the world and her words doesn’t hit him in the gut like she’d fired a slugthrower. “The bed is for old people. Like us.”

“I said I was sorry.” Barthor groans. “Let it go.”

“Never.” Dulcy snaps, then she sends Davarax, who can’t stop staring at her, a puzzled look. “What?”

What? She’d just said they would share a bed, a bed with sinful memories, with the kids in the room and she’s asking him ‘what’?? Davarax shakes his head and looks over at the kids again to calm his stuttering heart. She can’t be that oblivious, can she? Well, he can handle this. He can-

“And would you mind taking the armour off?” Dulcy continues to torture him. “You can, inside the Covert, right?”

Closing his eyes, wondering what he’d done wrong to deserve this sweet punishment, Davarax manages a tiny nod.

He handles it like a champ. Davarax removes his armour, settles himself on the bed closest to the door to keep an eye on it and the children to ensure they are safe. Din often has nightmares and might need calming down, though he currently looks quite comfortable between Corin and Paz. Davarax got this. He can handle this.

Dulcy curls up next to him and rests her head on his chest.

He… He’s got… got this…

After a while, Dulcy lets out a soft laugh. “You’re going to have to breathe eventually, you know.”

“No.” Davarax declares. She’s too close and too tempting for him to dare to breathe.

Dulcy giggles and that catches Corin’s attention. He pops his head up and asks what is so funny. If only he knew. Of course Davarax’ evil witch isn’t content with tormenting him solely by being this close to him. Oh no. She hoists herself up on her side and places her hand on his stomach. Her fingers dig gently into the fabric of his shirt and making it slide across his skin in a deliberate caress. “Nothing, baby. Go back to sleep”

Oh. Oh, this means war. Davarax reaches down and grabs a good handful of that divine behind of hers. He grins and savours her strangled squeak like the finest battle trophy.

Corin’s head pops up again. “Mom?”

“It’s fine, Corin.” Dulsissia takes revenge by prodding two fingers next to one of Davarax’ wounds

He jolts with a muffled grunt. Oh, she is really pushing her luck right now...

Corin’s head goes down again.

Davarax’ takes a firmer grip on her behind, hitching her abruptly closer, so she places a hand to an unharmed area on his chest to push herself away. Davarax counters by using his other hand to grab the one she has to his chest and removing it before pulling her even closer. She squirms to free herself while they both struggle to muffle their laughter. Davarax can’t believe this is happening. He wasn’t this childish even when he was a child.

Paz’ helmet comes up and he lets out a very annoyed; “SHHH!”

Davarax and Dulsissia both withdraw their hands amidst quiet laughter.

“Sorry.” Dulsissia stutters through choked giggles.

“Yeah, sorry.” Davarax adds, struggling hard to silence his own snickering.

Grunting, still very much annoyed, Paz lies back down again.

As the laughter calms and a warm peace settles in instead, Dulsissia finds Davarax’ hand. She takes it, lifts it up to hold it between their chests, and smiles as their fingers begin their slow, pointless dance of just touching and braiding and feeling like they had done that very special night.

Looking at her face, seeing the warm affection in her eyes, the flush in her cheeks and the trust in her features, Davarax considers just how lucky he is. How the smallest change in the past might have lead both him and Dulcy on very different paths. How he could have never known the happiness he’s feeling now.

Coincidence or fate, he doesn’t care, it had brought him and Dulcy together and nothing is ever going to tear them apart.

Not his sister.

Not Macero Valentis.

Not even a nightmare of a mercenary who specializes in collecting trophies...

#the mandalorian his son and the storm trooper #what if au #Davarax #Dulsissia #Corin Valentis #Din Djarin #Paz Vizsla #Raga Saxon #Barthor #Fearsome Five #cacodaemonia is an art deity #I HAVE SO MANY FEELS OVER THIS IMAGE

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noodles-07 · 5 years ago

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Snow Days :)

Characters: All members of sleepy bois inc (Technoblade, Tommyinnit, Philza and Wilbur Soot

Summary: Techno flies to the UK for the winter because I wanted to hype myself up for cold season. Family fluff ensues.

Warnings: Very brief mentions of murder and strangling, but in a brothers-roughhousing way

Phil snorted from his position on the porch, watching his two youngest sons wrestle in the snow. Wilbur currently had Tommy in a headlock, but Tommy had a handful of snow and looked to be about three seconds from shoving it down Wilbur's shirt, so he doubted Wilbur would hold him long.

Techno would be arriving soon, then they would head out for a standard family day at the park, but until then he had forced the other two out of his house for fear of property damage.

Wilbur let out a very masculine screech and twisted away from Tommy, leaving the teenager cackling as Wilbur yanked off his scarf.

“YOU LITTLE BASTARD CHILD” Wilbur lifted his black-and-mustard striped scarf in front of himself and lunged, sending a scuff of snow across the driveway as he fought for leverage.

“Don't kill your brother,” Phil called passively from the porch, “Or at least wait for me to legally adopt him so I can get the insurance money”

Tommy made a noise that he would refuse to call a squeal as he dove away from Wilbur, just as Phil heard the distinct crunch of car tires on snow and glanced up to see Techno pulling into the driveway.

Phil raised a hand to wave as the drivers-side door opened, and bit back a wheeze when his pink-haired son just opened his arms to the sides and faceplanted into the snow with no hesitation.

“TECHNO!” Tommy exclaimed, bounding over like an overexcited puppy to dog-pile on Techno, with Wilbur right at his heels.

Techno grunted but didn't move for a few moments, when he finally did he rolled over unceremoniously and sat on top of his smallest brother- Wilbur was smart enough to get out of the way- for a moment before getting up and finally offering Phil a smile back.

Wilbur put an arm over Techno with a smile. “Nice to see ya, Tech.” Techno slow-blinked at him for a moment before spinning sharply and throwing his arms around Wilbur.

“I did not fly eleven hours for a hug that you're not even going to commit too, Wilbur”

Wilbur chuckled and hugged him back for aproximately two seconds before yelping and jumping back, arching his back. “TOMMY YOU GREMLIN BASTARD CHILD-”

He was cut off by Phil wrapping Techno in a hug with a laugh. “Let's get your stuff out of the car then we can wrangle the disaster children and head out.”

Techno ducked out of the hug and stepped around the front of the car, opening the passengers seat door and pulling out a small cat carrier.

“You have a CAT?” Tommy yelled from where he was sprawled on his stomach in the snow.

“No, I have a penguin.” Techno set the carrier on the ground and opened the grate, letting his small dog out. “It costs less to fly with a cat carrier than a dog one, Thomathy”

“Okay, ONE never call me that again, and TWO YOUR DOG IS SO CUTE” Tommy scrambled over to the driveway, sitting cross-legged in front of the car and whistling at the dog.

“His name is Floof and if you touch him I will obliterate you, Thomathy” Techno deadpanned, moving to join Phil at the back of the car to unpack his suitcase and duffel bag.

Phil hoisted the suitcase without much difficulty, Techno managing to wrestle his duffel bag away from the older man before he could grab both his bags.

“Let's get your bags in your room then we can attempt to corral the gremlin children” Phil laughed, heading up the stairs to the porch and fumbling with the doorknob.

Techno, of course, dropped his duffel bag right beside the door when he followed Phil inside.

Phil led Techno to the spare bedroom where he'd be staying, (Wilbur and Tommy were staying in a hotel nearby. Phil didn't think he could handle all three of his children in the same house overnight,) and set the suitcase on the floor.

Techno had, unwisely, trusted Wilbur and Tommy to get Floof inside, which resulted in Wilbur calling in the most guilty voice possible, “Phiiiiiiiiil?”

“oh god” Phil muttered, leaning out of Techno's doorway. “What, problem child #2?”

“Dogs are allowed on couches in this house right?”

Phil gently rested his palm against his face for a moment before calling back; “Yes, we have blankets on the couches for a reason.”

He faintly heard Tommy mutter “oh thank god” from the other room as Techno snorted behind him.

“You should unpack a bit then meet us in the living room, I'll either be wrestling the children or hiding in the bathroom” Phil informed, heading out of the room with a soft chuckle.

Techno unpacked the essentials; (see: red weighted blanket and laptop;) and headed back into the living room to find Tommy lying on his back on the floor with his feet up on the couch, probably the one position Phil wouldn't approve of.

Techno flopped onto the same couch as Tommy's feet, scooping Floof onto his lap and burying his nose in the fluffy white dogs head for a moment.

Wilbur stepped into the room from what could only be assumed to be the bathroom, and Floof hopped off Techno's lap... right onto Tommy's stomach.

Tommy wheezed and did a sharp sit-up, blue eyes bulging. Techno stifled a laugh.

“Techno! Your dog almost killed me!”

Techno pulled out his phone, looking at the blank screen as though it was the most interesting thing in the world. “It's a shame he failed”

Tommy was halfway across the room to grab a pillow to throw at Techno when Phil came back in, raising one eyebrow at the sight.

Techno, sitting on the couch looking at his phone without a care in the world. Tommy, in the middle of the room with his hand on a spare pillow, and Wilbur, leaning on the doorframe with half a smirk on his face as he watched the chaos unfold.

“I can explain...?” Tommy offered weakly.

“My dog jumped on his stomach and he tried to murder me,” Techno supplied without looking up.

Tommy looked to Wilbur, probably hoping he would cover for him, but Wilbur just held up his hands and said “I'm staying out of this one” with a half-concealed grin.

Phil clapped his hands together loudly before Tommy could protest, catching everyone's attention. “Alright my problem children, let's get dressed for the weather and go enjoy the weather while it lasts!”

Techno stood up far faster than he normally did and whooped. “Yes! Screw california I desire frostbitten toes and... whatever”

“You could have just like, driven up to canada or something.” Tommy suggested from where he still stood by the armchair.

“Bold of you to assume I can drive”

“I LITERALLY watched you pull into the driveway, Technoblade”

“... Bold of you to assume I can drive... legally”

“Alright Technoblade you're sitting in the back with Tommy” Phil interjected, hiding a grin of his own.

“HEY! I want to sit in the front” Tommy blurted, shooting Phil a glare as the oldest stepped into the next room and opened a closet that presumably held spare winter clothes.

“Sorry Toms, whoever's in the front seat gets to control the music and I'm not giving you that power” Wilbur cut in, pulling on his brown jacket and glancing around. “Has anyone seen my scarf?”

“I think I saw you trying to strangle a child with it” Phil offered, shrugging on his own green coat while Techno trailed into the room to loot Phil's closet.

He found a red coat with pink lining that was exactly his aesthetic and pulled it on, crouching to look for boots that would fit him while Wilbur attempted to grab Tommy in another headlock.

He pulled on brown boots that were just a little too small and called out, “Flooooof”

A long moment of silence passed, then he got up and sighed. “Sometimes he comes”

Tommy snorted, Wilbur taking the moment of distraction to pounce, while Techno went back to the living room to grab his dog.

“Is it safe for a dog to be out in this weather?” Phil checked, setting his striped hat on his head and delibrately ignoring the two wrestling like children on the other side of the room.

Techno gave his best shit-eating grin and pulled something from behind his back. A dog sweater. Phil snorted and buried his face in his hands with a cackling laugh. “Techno you did NOT”

“I didn't what?” he asked innocently, lifting Floof under the belly to pull him into the pink sweater.

“Don't you dare fucking say you also got dog booties.”

Techno raised his eyebrows with a grin. “You said it, not me”

“Techno. Why.”

“The correct question is why not, Phil. Floof's comfort means more to me than my own life.” he pulled red dog-booties out of the bag he'd dropped by the door and made grabby hands at Floof.

After an embarassingly long time attempting to wrestle his dog into boots everyone (including dogs) had gotten into clothes suitable for the weather and Phil was parading them out the door with waving arms.

Wilbur hopped into the front seat before Techno or Tommy even got off the porch, so they took the backseats, giving Wilbur matching glares.

Phil took the drivers seat and turned to look over his shoulder, putting his hand on the other front seat in the most dad fashion Techno had ever witnessed.

“Everyone ready to go? Nobody needs to pee or forgot to grab anything?”

“No, dad, we're all ready to go.” Tommy proclaimed, putting his feet up on the back of Wilbur's seat.

“If you kick my chair I will kick you in the shins as soon as we get out of this car” Wilbur informed him while Phil gave the wear-your-seatbelt-you-disaster-child lecture.

Techno tuned them out by putting in earbuds that were plugged into nothing and stared out the window until the car started moving. Wilbur took control of the radio and gave Tommy the most shit-eating grin in the rearview mirror and started playing the worst pop music he could pull up on his phone.

Tommy groaned and covered his ears, bending forward in his seat. “Whyyyyyy must you make me suffer this way, Wilbur?”

“Because it's very funny to watch.”

Techno pulled out his earbuds and grinned. “Think of the content he could get making a storytime about how he bullied Tommyinnit with Technoblade and Philza sitting by”

Phil silently reached over and turned the music dial all the way down, snatching the phone out of Wilbur's hand and tossing it back to Techno without looking away from the road. “Put on one of Wilbur's songs, most of them are on my iTunes”

Techno quickly thumb-scrolled through Phil's iTunes until he found one of Wilbur's albums, tapping a random song as Wilbur groaned dramatically.

“Think of the CONTENT, Wilbur. My video titles for the next three months will be nothing but talking about how I bullied Wilbur Soot”

“So you mean your next video and possibly the one after that if you're lucky?”

“Okay that one hurt a little bit. Phil save me.”

Phil turned up the music and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he swayed lightly to the guitar.

They pulled into the parking lot outside the park and Phil turned sideways in his seat to look over the back.

“Alright, I have four sleds and three hours before we have to get home. Whoever gets to the sleds firsts claims them unless I get there last in which case I get the good foam one with handles”

“Bet” Techno and Tommy said in unison, throwing open their doors and springing for the cars trunk.

Somehow Phil got there before Tommy and claimed one of the foam sleds, Techno snatching the other and leaving Wilbur with the toboggan and Tommy with the saucer.

Tommy shot him dagger-eyes as they trekked to the top of the hill, taking the path beside the slope to avoid getting run over by fellow sledders.

Wilbur set his sled at the top of the hill and got a running start, giving Tommy a shit-eating grin as he did a nosedive onto his sled, catching himself on the front of his toboggan and letting his momentum send him down the slope at high speed.

Tommy had been half-wrestling Phil up the hill for the other foam sled, Techno casually falling back to avoid the combat ahead of him. Tommy had finally accepted defeat and was trying to balance standing up on his saucer.

Techno took a moment to sit cross-legged on his sled before taking off- he wasn't unwilling to admit that sitting at a computer all day playing video games hardly did wonders for your physical strength- before grabbed the handles and awkwardly shuffle-hopping to the top of the slope and letting physics do the rest.

Phil stayed at the top to watch Floof, watching everybody race back to the top. Tommy took off like a cannonball, grinning from ear to ear and carrying his sled on his back like a turtle shell. Wilbur took a moment to look upslope for his scarf, which had landed about halfway down, and Techno spread his arms and legs once he hit the bottom and just spun.

Tommy got to the top first, naturally, and Phil grabbed his sleeve before he could take off again. “We're taking turns watching the dog, first come first serve.” he dropped the leash into Tommy's hand and took off before the teen could protest.

Tommy plopped down on his sled and lifted Floof to his lap, grinning as the dog snuffled at his red scarf. Wilbur hit the top and spent a while lining up his sled, so Tommy slid forward casually and gave the back of the toboggan the hardest kick he could without sending himself and Floof over the edge.

He was delighted to hear Wilbur shout “YOU LITTLE BASTARD CHILD” as he slipped out of hearing range.

Techno reached the top and peered over the edge to see Wilbur fall off his sled trying to grab the scarf and head downhill backward, letting out a “hah” before setting his own sled down.

“Don't you DARE leave me on doggy-duty again-” Tommy was cut off by Techno lying down on his stomach, gripping the handles and grinning at Tommy. “You little-”

Then he was gone, pressing his chin to the sled and letting himself build momentum. He didn't slow down across the flat stretch at the bottom until he stuck out his feet, noticing that the trails from other sleds going long weren't much farther than his had been. Oh-kay... time to get as far as I can and destroy whatever child holds the current record.

He raced back uphill to find Wilbur on doggy-duty, Phil seeing if he could kneel on the sled and go down (he could) and Tommy figuring out what the least practical way he could descend aside from standing on his sled (which had failed miserably).

Techno braced his sled at the edge of the hill, slightly slanted but no so much so as to go over the edge without someone pushing it, and braced himself on top of it, feet digging into the snow to prevent him from going too fast.

“Phil! I could use a shove!”

Phil instantly scrambled over to brace his hands against Techno's sled. “Tell me when to go, Tech”

“NOW” Techno yelped, pulling his arms up like a turtle for minimum air resistance and grinning like a child in a candy store as he shot downhill. He shifted his weight as he reached the flat bit, pressing as flat as he could for equal distribution across the ground.

On the slopes you could put your weight in the middle and let momentum carry you downhill, but on flat ground you needed to preserve momentum so that you didn't sit too hard on the front or back and bring yourself to a painful halt.

He got about three-quarters of the way to the longest streak and narrowed his eyes, following the streak uphill with his eyes. It looked like they'd gotten a boost from a long-destroyed snow bump, which he could only replicate by making a ramp. He temporarily ditched his sled and started packing snow into the best ramp he could.

He didn't start at the bottom, instead making it a branch from the slope itself so he couldn't nosedive his sled into the ramp and stop all him momentum, and it had to be well-packed enough to take the weight of a person at high speeds...

He got distracted until Wilbur whooped from somewhere above him and came spiraling back down to the base of the slope clutching his scarf victoriously above his head.

Most of the trip went similarly. People rotating out on doggy-duty (Phil once decided to take Floof down the slope with him and claimed it was the best time of either of their lives), Techno trying to destroy the record he was sure some twelve year old was proud of getting, and Tommy and Wilbur competing about things only brothers could find competition in.

They piled back into the car panting, grinning and wrestling for the front seat (see: Tommy and Wilbur). Phil slumped against the drivers seat as Techno lifted Floof from Wilbur's arms to his lap after buckling up.

He spent most of the drive playing with Floof's dog-booties and making baby-noises at him, tuning out Tommy screeching “Ten thousand bottles of beer on the wall, ten thousand bottles of beer-” and Wilbur fighting Phil for the radio.

Techno unclasped Floof's booties and jacket while they drove, the small dog wagging his tail and attempting to seize Wilbur's scarf (again) until Wilbur scooped him into his lap and cooed; “You're such a good boy aren't you?”

Techno scoffed dramatically. “I have been betrayed by the one person I thought I could trust!” he leaned back and draped an arm across his face, hiding his grin as Wilbur shot back “Yes you did” with a matching grin.

“Alright, we're back” Phil announced as he pulled into the driveway beside Techno's car, popping the drivers-side door open and peering over the back of his seat. “Make sure to get all human and non-human beings into the house in an orderly fashion, take off your snow gear and head into the living room single-file.”

“Okay dad” Tommy said, bursting out of his door and instantly facing karma as his feet decided not to stay under him and he spilled onto his stomach with a very dignified oof.

Techno made it inside first, setting Floof on the floor and sitting down to pull off his boots and jacket. So many layers.

There was no right for winter gear to contain so many layers. He had a coat with an extra lining, thick boots, a fluffy hat (which he was definitely stealing), AND Phil had suggested he wear an extra layer under his regular clothes, which he had reluctantly done.

He stole the armchair, flopping his legs across one arm and leaning his back on the other in order to achieve maximum inconvenience. Tommy faceplanted onto the couch and gave Wilbur a grin when the oldest of the siblings walked in. Wilbur quirked an eyebrow, walked straight to the couch and sat down on top of Tommy, making the latter squeal.

“Daaaaad! Wilbur just sat on me!” he called in the direction of the kitchen, where Phil had vanished after slipping around the corner mostly unnoticed.

“Suffer” was the only response, making Techno and Wilbur wheeze.

“So are we having a movie night?” Wilbur checked, casually setting his elbow on the armrest as though he wasn't sitting on top of a squirming teenager.

“Yup! We all pick a movie and eat dinner in the living room.”

“What're we eating? I'm withering away from starvation over here” Tommy called, resigning himself to his new position as an armchair.

Phil poked his head into the room with a grin. “Like the wonderful host I am I shall only serve my guests the highest cuisine: we're having frozen pizzas and/or macaroni and cheese!”

Tommy suddenly rolled from the hips, knocking Wilbur to the ground with a cackle and folding himself into one corner of the couch. Wilbur gave a sincere smile and flopped on the other corner, pulling out his phone.

Techno shifted position so he could rock back and forth, flapping one hand in front of his chest with the biggest grin Tommy had ever seen on him. Tommy casually grabbed a spare pillow and leaned back, taking aim for Techno's chest and cackling as the flapping hand knocked the pillow away before it made contact. Techno made eye contact and Tommy felt his heart stop in his chest.

Never challenge the blood god to a fight, no matter how petty. You will lose and he will stand laughing upon your corpse. This was a lesson Tommy learned the hard way, the battle only ending when Phil walked in to Techno pinning him to the carpet in a headlock and several pillows strewn across the room.

Wilbur was studiously ignoring them and biting back a smirk as Phil softly said “Techno... why”

In a heartbeat Techno had returned to his armchair and was looking at his phone like nothing had happened. “Why what?”

“You know what” Phil told him in The Dad Voice as he sat in the center of the sofa, grabbing the TV remote. “Has everyone picked a movie?”

“Eeyup” Techno muttered, distracted by tapping his fingers in rhythm across his knees.

“I have!” Wilbur announced, looking up from his phone. “Hey did you guys know that it's illegal to hunt whales in Oklahoma, which is a completely landlocked state?”

“I did not know that” Phil said cheerfully, right as the oven beeped to announce pizza time.

“Techno?” Wilbur asked abruptly about halfway through the third movie (Techno’s pick- Babe) when Tommy and Phil were both passed one on the couch. “Can I play with your hair?”

“Uh, shore” Techno slipped out of his armchair, sitting cross-legged in front of it and letting Wilbur sit behind him.

He tilted his head down to let Wilbur slide long fingers through soft pink hair, leaning into his hand with a soft hum of content as Wilbur gently scratched along his scalp.

He let his eyes drift closed as Wilbur played with his hair, pulling it gently into a soft braid, biting his lip lightly in concentration as Techno hummed softly. Wilbur started humming a soft tune to himself, a half-finished song he was working on.

Techno drifted to sleep as Wilbur picked up a hair tie from the table beside him and used it to keep the braid together, giving Techno’s scalp one last scratch before slipping out of the chair and lifting three spare blankets from the basket next to the sofa, tucking the other three in before heading to Techno’s room to steal the bed.

Techno woke up curled up next to the armchair, Tommy draped across Phil's chest on the sofa, with Wilbur leaning on the doorway in his pajamas with a light smile on his lips. He raised a hand in a light wave and Wilbur waved back before heading into the kitchen, presumably for coffee and/or an airhorn to wake up the other two.

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Reblogs > Likes please I need the serotonin

#My northerner is showing lol #sleepy bois inc #mcyt #mcyt fanfic #mcyt fanart #technoblade #philza #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #not edited and barely proofread we die like Wilbur after blowing up manberg #the hair braiding part came to me at like midnight and I wrote it in the notes app on my ipad before passing out again

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anakinthetrashking · 5 years ago

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BnHA One-Shot Fic Recs (pt1)

Making some fic-rec posts has been on my to-do list for a while and I’m finally doing it, yay! Currently I have 6 word doc pages full of just BnHA recs. So I’m splitting them up by length and completion, so first up is (part one of) one-shots! Let’s go!!!

Lets start with some classic Izuku and DadMight!

Pictures, Posters and Tender Beauty by ProPinkist (tumblr: @dazais-guardian-angel ) Rating: G Category: Gen ~4,400 words Summary: Izuku has virtually every All Might-themed item out there, and prides himself on all of it, as Toshinori is well aware. However, somehow, the boy still decided that there was something vital missing. This is fluffy and very cute. No one truly appreciates All Might as much as Izuku does, but 1A comes close. All Might deserves all the love, and this fic truly provides!!!

Dear Mr. All Might by QuizzicalCrow (tumblr: @quizzicalcrow ) Rating: G Category: Gen ~5,000 words Summary: As the #1 hero for decades, All Might has collected a lot of fan mail over the years. Toshinori tracks down a series of letters that only now, years later, does he appreciate for their significance. I always love the thought of All Might looking through his fan mail, even if he can’t get to all of it. This was a wonderful glimpse into that AND it was made to be so, so personal and sweet. Go have some heart-healing fluff.

Growing Pains by LordofLies (tumblr: @theangelofchildren ) Rating: G Category: Gen ~5,900 words Summary: Izuku finds himself changed by his encounter with the Hero Killer, but changes of a more physical kind are in store for him as he begins to truly accept One for All as his own. Once, he would have been thrilled to look more like All Might, but now those connections are as much a source of anxiety as they are of pride.Or, Izuku wakes up one morning and sees the world through different eyes. Izuku having anxiety and Toshi being there to help him through it and calm him down? Sign me UP. Its also a pretty cool take on how One for All is able to change things about it’s holder. Could this happen in cannon? Who knows.... Regardless, it was a great read!

I’ll Carry You Home by Renesvetta Rating: G Category: Gen ~2,700 words Summary: While training with All Might, it wasn’t uncommon for Izuku to be so exhausted at the end of the day that he unwittingly fell asleep without regard for where he was. It consequently became part of All Might’s routine to help his young protégé home. During that time, Izuku may have let loose more than one sleepy confession towards his mentor. Yes, it is as adorable as it sounds. Its tagged with “self indulgent Dad Might fluff” which is both accurate and appreciated. In other words: Superb you funky little writer!

Simple Gifts by QuizzicalCrow Rating: G Category: Gen ~6,700 words Summary: One year ago, Izuku received the greatest gift he could ever imagine. Now he’s determined to return the favor for the one responsible for it all with a gift of his own. First off, I love the idea of Izuku and Toshi quietly celebrating the anniversary of passing on OfA from All Might to Izuku. Even just taking the day to hang out with each other. It’s a really precious idea. But there’s not just fluff! Izuku finds himself in a fight, again. (cool villain quirk, too!) I love all of the small details that are in this fic (and in Crow’s other works, too!) anyway its exciting AND very heartwarming, so go read it!!!

Affectionate by Sevi007 (tumblr: @sevi007 ) Rating: G Category: Gen ~2,600 words Summary: Toshinori starts to show affection very easily around his students. The reactions he gets for that are not quite the ones he had anticipated - well, not all of them, at least. Toshi is LOVED, APPRECIATED, and 1A feels like HOME. how many times can i say “cute” and “heartwarming” on this post?? bc these are some amazing writers, whom I adore, and their writing makes my heart WARM. AND. FUZZY. i mean, even just the first few paragraphs of this one just, really sets the scene of what i like to believe the 1A dorm is (on a good day, lol). its a really nice read, so go treat yo’ self by reading it.

paint me in trust by dinomight Rating: G Category: Gen ~6,400 words Summary: The first mark Izuku gets is a slight brush of green across his temple. It’s the soft touch of a mother holding her son for the first time. Inko has one to match, the same shade of green staining the tips of her fingers. Hers is more noticeable; Izuku’s tends to blend into his hairline. He loves it anyways. He has to. It’s the only soulmate mark he has. (Or: how Izuku goes from just green to a rainbow, UA-style.) Ok, so this fic sort of plays off the idea of soulmates, and does not fit in with soulmates in the usual form of the trope. First off its completely platonic. Its categorized as Gen and sticks to that. Also it doesn’t seem to be as obligatory and permanent as you would think it would be. It seems to be more of the universe telling you who has the possibility of being important in your life. I really really loved this, it was so adorable and gives you that sweet, sweet Izuku angst, before healing your heart with the power of friendship and found family!!!

The Die Has Been Cast by ChiwiTheKiwi (tumblr: @chiwithekiwi ) Rating: G Category: Gen ~5,400 words Summary: “There’s something about that kid you aren’t telling me, isn’t there?”When no answer meets him, Shouta tries again.“You know something about Midoriya’s quirk that you haven’t shared with me. Is that right?”(Or: A canon "What If" surrounding the latest manga events and focusing on Aizawa finally making a connection.) First off, this fic has spoilers for the manga, so dont read unless you’re past chp212! I loooooooove OfA reveal fics, especially when it’s Aizawa that finds out. He deserves to know!!! its kind of important!!!! This fic chooses a great moment to work off of, and does a great job with Aizawa’s character. I really enjoyed it and couldn’t keep myself from going back and reading it just now LOL

These last two are actually two-shots, but it makes it an even 10! also Izuku and dadmight, so we can continue the theme here...

Some Unspoken Thing by LittleKy Rating: G Category: Gen ~7,900 words (2chps) Green, Toshinori has always thought, is the color of life anew.(Or: It's time for Yagi Toshinori to finally accept that he has a son, now, in all but blood. It's time for Midoriya Hisashi to accept that as well.) YES ALL MIGHT! ADMIT THAT IZUKU IS YOUR SON! great portrayal of the characters and really hits the nail on the head for DadMight. and Izuku in this story is just the smallest green floof that you wish to give a hug. NEVER MIND ALL MIGHT, YOU TOOK TOO LONG SO IZUKU IS MY SON NOW AND IM NOT GIVING HIM BACK ( no but seriously i want to hug this fic its so cute TTuTT )

LAST BUT NOT LEAST! I See You by BirdAntlers (tumblr: @aarymk )

Rating: G Category: Gen ~15,400 words (2chps) Midoriya Izuku is a quirkless child, blind from birth. Yagi Toshinori is the most powerful man in the world, loved by millions. They could not be more different, and yet their loneliness is the same. (From a pair of AU posts on Tumblr that got way out of hand; I wanted to put it here because it turned into more of a fic than a "what-if." Basically a vessel for me to vomit as much Dadmight as I can.) Hey, you! Yeah! You! Do you want to cry? Do you want to start sobbing in a public space?? Do you just want to be destroyed with words and be left there kneeling at the feet of a writer who has torn out your heart and stomped on it before they gently wipe the tears from your face? Yeah?? y oU Wan NA D IE??? READ THIS AND GET REKT. you’ll thank me later

(under the cut is just me rambling, i kept all the important stuff up here, ur welcome)

Now that the actual recs are over I can rant here- look i really tried to slim my recs down, but i have almost 300 bnha fics bookmarked,some of them are “to read” or theyre in progress, etc but i managed to get this list sorta slimmed down? a little?(to only 58!!!) but as i was gathering this post together it felt like i dont have very many Dadmight recs on that list??? but i havent rechecked all the other fics i was just going through the oneshots. i... kinda read a lot more fics with AIzawa in it instead. it be that way. DadMight content is SO GOOD. but my fav is aizawa im sorryyyyy anyway i have another SEVENteeN oneshots to put in rec posts and that does NOT include the mulitchapter and friikin series and stuff... and like i said this is aaaaaaallllllllllllllll BnHA. batfam fic posts will come after, and then star wars, and then maybe star trek? we’ll see. i have a very specific taste in ST fics and that is Tarsus IV whump. which. i have not read in a while. when they say “that trope came from ST” for sooooooo many tropes, you WISH other fandoms had tarsus as a trope, holy crap it is TOP TIER angst fodder. if you love to write/read whump, angst, and h/c i would HIGHLY recommend that you take a bit of time and explore the content and stories there. heck maybe i will make a ficrec post for just tarsus angst. ok.

my INTENTION is to edit these posts later with little links to the other fic rec lists so that itll be easier to find. but., its me, so itll either happen in painful detail or not at all

asdjkdgh its 2:30am and i need to sleep and not be rambling incoherently again I WILL SAVE THIS AS A DRAFT.

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hanniejji · 5 years ago

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TODOROKI WITH A BADASS S/O

→ [ todoroki shouto x y/n ]

@abigator554 : "Could u do a totoroki x punk fem reader where she really just gives no fucks and calls out endeavor when he basically forces them to have dinner with him to judge if she is good enough for shoto and shoto just is like “wow. My gf is a badass” and just falls more in love"

— it's talk shit about enji time lmao im just kidding ily pops btw i kind of turned it into a hc because i thought it'd be easier like that lmao | m.list

words: 769

warnings: enji being a jerk, curse words, but floof neways

before you and todoroki got together, you were labeled as "bakugou #2"

without the consistent screaming ofc

you weren't one of those soft cute cinnamon babies that you'll fall in love with at first sight and would want to protect

u do the proteccting oof

you have a sass as big as todoroki's heart for you lmao

he fell for u the moment you spoke to him without a filter and put him in his place

"listen to me, elsa with a dash of zuko, i don't care if you're the son of the number two hero, if you want to be a hero then you better fix that attitude of yours"

punkiness aside, you're just a sweet girl with tough love and just want to care for everyone

the moment enji found out that his son's dating was from social media

apparently someone saw the two of you on a date outside and took pictures

immediately calls shouto

"SHOUTO"

"what"

"BRING THAT GIRLFRIEND OF YOUR TO DINNER"

"no"

but shouto didn't have a choice either when fuyumi also enthusiastically asked to meet you

he just wished his dad wasn't there thought

so with no more options left, the two of you went to his home

you'd expect y/n to be nervous about meeting his family, right? wrong.

shouto's the nervous one while you're chill, a lil giddy and excited but nothing extreme

you so the comforting

"shou, it'll be fine, you already told me fuyumi and natsuo are nice"

"I wish I can say the same for my father"

luckily, it was his brother who greeted the two of you

you both hit it off too well

natsuo loves you already

then fuyumi greeted you in the kitchen, where she's preparing dinner

she fell for you i would too

the two older siblings are so glad shouto found someone amazing such as yourself

bc of that, shouto's a little relaxed

but then enji came in

natsuo was became silent, fuyumi was still trying to alleviate the tension while the flame hero stare you up and down

have i mentioned you're wearing a denim short, tank top, with a lil oversized jacket?

he was not impressed

shouto tensed up again

the whole dinner you and fuyumi are conversing with natsuo chiming in

meanwhile shouto watches his dad stare at you statistically

he sometimes ask you family and quirk things that made everyone but you a little uncomfy

"you're not good enough for my son"

he says after the dinner and shouto's about to walk you home

he's also about to flip a table at his dad but you beat him to it

"oh, well, thank you for your unwanted opinion but I'll let shouto be the judge of that"

OOPS

all of the todoroki's are shookt

like 👀👀 shookt

"excuse me?"

"my apologies, but it seems that you misunderstood things. im not here to try to impress you or to satisfy you, you're not the boyfriend here, I just wanted to get close to shouto's family but not necessarily you, I guess"

if natsuo didn't love you before, he certainly does now

shouto, altho he's kind of worried, was awed by how confident and brave you were to say that to his dad

he might of teared up a lil :')

in his head, he's so proud of you and so glad that you weren't scared of his dad and was like

"holy shit. i love you and im so glad you're mine please always be mine"

and he has this cute surprised smile at you with heart fucking eyes

enji was too flabbergasted to speak so shouto took this chance to drag you out of the house while you sing your farewell and a promise to meet again to his siblings

all the way out of his house he can't wipe that smol. cute. precious. smile.

ur a lil worried bc he's being quiet ain't he always tho

a few blocks away and he abruptly stops to face you

crushes you in a hug and buries his face on your neck hnGHnHG

your the shookt one now

"shouto?"

"thank you"

he's not so sure about what he's thanking you for but maybe it's how you weren't letting his father's words into your head

you weren't scared of enji and that made him fall more and he doesn't have to worry about that anymore

maybe it's because you cared for him more than his father's approval

whatever that is, he's thankful and he's never letting you go

even if your punk side gets overbearing, don't worry, he gotchu ;)

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legolaslovely · 6 years ago

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The Boring Brother

A/N: HAPPY FILI FRIDAY Y’ALL HAVE SOME WINTERY FLOOF! I’m so excited, I didn’t think I’d be able to have a new Fili story for you guys this week but here it is! Yay! So nice to just take a little me time to write some sweet, plotless, Fili fluff. Hope you guys enjoy.

Pairing: Fili x Reader

Word Count: 1,633

Warnings: absolutely none!

Summary: Fili and Kili teach (Y/N) how to ice skate.

“What do you mean you’ve never been ice skating?” Kili asked, more appalled than you’d ever seen him. He was as frozen as the ice he planned to skate on- mouth in a wide, angry ‘o,’ nose wrinkled and brows low and confused. You would have thought it cute if he wasn’t being so annoying about this whole thing. “You mean, never, never? Not even when you were a kid?”

“No. I choose life. Always have,” you said.

Fili snorted from your side. “You won’t die ice skating, (Y/N).”

“I would find a way.”

Fili set Kili’s skates down in front of him before he grabbed his own. “We’ve sparred together since we were dwarflings, and you’ve always been the more graceful one. Skating won’t cause you any trouble. Come join us, we’ll teach you.”

You shook your head. “Go on without me. I don’t do well when I’m not on solid ground.”

“I’ve seen you stand on the back of a galloping horse and shoot an arrow straight into an orc’s eye. Don’t talk to me about solid ground,” Kili said, standing on his laced skates and balancing effortlessly on the thin blades as if they were an extension of his feet.

“That’s different,” you said.

“You’re right. This is much easier,” Fili said, holding up an extra pair of skates with a raised brow. “Just come with us.”

“Please?” Kili sang, nudging your elbow.

“For us, (Y/N). Just for a little while and if you hate it, I promise we’ll go straight to the pub and I’ll buy your favorite meat pies for dinner. Hm?”

His stupid blue eyes were doing the twinkly thing. “All right. But if I fall and die-”

“You won’t!” Kili shouted, jumping forward to the ice and pressing off to glide away in a circle.

You held back a groan. You could already see how you’d embarrass yourself in front of the brothers. You fall and a helpless yelp would find its way out of your mouth when you inevitably hurt yourself. They’d never let you forget about your failings. Your stomach started to flip and you wanted to run straight back to the safety of the mountain, but Fili gently pressed on your shoulders and moved you to sit on the log instead. He knelt in the snow before you, ignoring your protests while he replaced your boots with the skates.

“You planned this,” you said, realizing he’d brought an extra pair before you even knew where the brothers were taking you.

“Maybe,” he said with a wink. Once the left one was laced properly, he ran a finger over an initial etched into the heel of the skate. “These were our mother’s first pair. She’s always loved the ice. As soon as I could walk, she brought me down here and taught me how to skate.”

Your chest tightened, as did the laces of the next skate. “Thank her for letting me borrow them.”

“If you find you like skating, she wants you to have them.” He finished his work and folded his hands together over your knee.

“Me? Why?”

“Because she likes you,” he said. “Better than us sometimes.”

You laughed at that, getting a little lost in those blue eyes that shone like the sky which you could never say no to. When Kili called your name, Fili cleared his throat and stood, reaching both hands out to you.

“Come on. I have a feeling you’re going to be better at this than you think.”

You took his hands and stood, wobbling on the tiny blades. Were you really expected to balance on these things? You swallowed your sarcasm and took a step. Then another, and another until you were just about to the edge of the snow. You glanced up from your feet to see Fili beaming at you and your ankle twisted just enough to send you jerking to the side.

“I gotcha,” Fili said, hands leaving yours to grab your waist. “You all right?”

“Yeah.” This was already mortifying.

He left you to balance while he found his place on the ice. Then gloved hands reached for yours again. “Ready?”

You were trembling and it was especially noticeable in your fingers. He squeezed them, but your eyes didn’t leave his feet. You were making much too big a deal out of this. It’s just ice skating. Dwarflings can ice skate. If you could kill an orc three times your size with your bare hands, you could ice skate. But your feet had taken on roots in the snow.

“Why am I so afraid of this?”

Fili’s hand slid from yours and wiggled out of its glove before his warm fingers tucked your hair behind your ear. “It’s new. You were scared of swords too when you first saw one. I remember, I was there. Now look at you, you’re one of the best defenders of the kingdom. You just had to learn.”

You took a step onto the ice, holding onto him with a bruising grip. “So teach me.”

His toothy grin was contagious. You shook your head a bit and laughed, allowing your gaze to return to your feet. Compared to the rough snow you were used to, the thick ice felt unattainable beneath the skates. It was so beautiful and smooth and you saw Fili’s golden reflection shining beside your feet.

“Hey! Look who’s on the ice!” Kili called, swirling behind Fili and taking off again. “You’ll catch up in no time!”

You nodded and Fili pulled you forward into the clean ice toward the middle of the pond. Every muscle in your body felt as tense as a pulled bow string. You slid helplessly, holding onto Fili’s warmth like a lifeline.

“Don’t look at your feet, look at me,” he said. You dragged your eyes upwards, scared to move your head too much and throw off your balance. “There you are. Don’t let your ankles sink inwards, keep them strong.”

“I’m gonna fall.”

“I won’t let you.”

Kili flew past you and the wind of his sheer speed made small wisps of your hair tickle your forehead. He’d successfully startled you, making you jump and your skates begin to glide on their own- forward and back, forward and back, taking your body with them until you felt yourself falling.

“Wait, wait! Fili!”

Quicker than a blink, Fili grabbed you, pulling you close to him for support. You were glued to a sturdy chest by even stronger arms around your waist. You gathered yourself and huffed, only realizing his pink nose against yours as he drew away.

“I said I won’t let you fall.”

“I’m gonna kill your brother.”

“I’ll help you.”

You both laughed, but Fili didn’t loosen his grip. “Look,” he said, watching Kili skate circles over the frozen pond. “See how he’s pushing off with one foot and skating on the other?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s what you’re gonna do. Don’t give me that look, don’t you trust me by now?”

You grumbled a confirmation.

He made sure you were balanced on the ice once again before releasing you and taking a soft hold of your hands. A wicked grin curved his pink lips and you stuck your tongue out at his teasing.

“Very mature. Now, keep this foot aimed straight to me,” he said, squeezing your right hand, “and angle your other toes away. Just like that. Then when you’re ready, push off and skate to me.”

“Don’t-don’t’ leave me-alone.”

“I won’t.”

Your eyes landed on Dis’ initials on your left skate. She had always been someone you looked up to as you grew up with her sons. You wanted to be like her and make her proud. You wanted to like ice skating. You just had to learn first.

The blade of that left skate dug into the ice a bit as you pushed off and slid toward Fili.

“Good! Lean forward, lean forward! There you go.”

Then you successfully pushed off with your right, skating forward as Fili led you, moving backwards. Your feet ended parallel and you slid to a stop, letting out a tiny gasp of, “Oh! I did it!”

Then Fili slid away. “Where are you going?” you asked.

“Just right over here,” he said, landing by your side and fiddling with your gloved fingers that remained in his hand. “I told you you’d be good at this. Come on, skate with me.” He pushed off and dragged you a bit before you gained your bearings and did as he taught you. You still wobbled a bit, but he stayed close in case you needed him, hand forever in yours.

Then another set of gloved fingers tangled in yours. “Fi’s a good teacher, right?” Kili said from your other side.

“I guess.” You shot the snorting Fili a smile.

“Did he teach you this?” Kili asked, pulling you away with him and twirling you on the ice by your hands. The wind sent your hat flying and your hair curling against your face until you were a spinning, laughing mess.

“Kili! Ki! You’re going too fast!” you cried, cackling all the way.

He chuckled and delivered you back to Fili and the brother’s exchanged your hand like a baton. “Fine. Go back with the boring brother,” Kili said with a wink before disappearing in a blur of speed and spins.

Fili tugged your retrieved hat over your head. “Two more days of skating and you’ll be able to keep up with him,” Fili said with a fond smile on his face.

“Nah,” you said, skating a circle around him and kissing his cheek. “I’m perfectly happy with the boring brother.”

He chuckled and found your hand again, pulling you into his side before leading you around the ice.

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chrysolina · 6 years ago

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𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 '𝕟𝕠'

𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟞 - 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

A/N - AYEEE here he is!! My personal fave being, well - the best!! Enjoy ghouls!!

Trope/inspo - Spending a holiday with the family (bcos I’m such a sucker for daddy! Chris E )

Warnings - SMUT (18+ READERS ONLY), stress, body changes/acceptance, Chris being a fool, floof, eh nothing else really

Autumn, that time of year was upon you again. It was unarguably your favourite season of them all, the cool air on sunny autumn days, crunchy leaves, wonderful coffee, sweaters that’d swallow you whole and kisses that leave a cold ghost of its passing on your skin - just a handful of the many things you adored about the rust-tinted season.

That being said, you tend to find that you were also a bit happier in the fall months. Be it September, October or November - you always had this irreplaceable smile on your face that’s only grow when with the right people. It was a continuous annual trend in your behaviour, the kind of trend that’d only be noticed by your husband Chris.

But this autumn, things were turning out to be a little different than the last.

October was supposed to be the month spent playing and enjoying the company of your two angelic children. October was supposed to be the month where traditions would come alight and make everything seem warm and fuzzy with anticipation. But this October was turning it to be something quite the opposite.

Just that July gone, you had given birth to your third child, your little baby boy Luca. At first, Lucas was an angel; slept like a log, fed during the day and not so much during the night, didn’t repeatedly puke up or poo on himself like your first son Alex did and was always greeting you with sweet, gummy smiles - at most times when you were getting your breast out.

He really was an angel, until he got his booster jabs done near the end September and seemed to be catching every known virus possible.

Not only did you have a sick three month old baby, two very attention-seeking toddlers who wanted to be by you twenty-four seven, a husband who was in and out doing scenes across the country, a house, a career, friends and family to keep up with - you were also suffering with a seasonal cold and a clogged breast.

In all honesty, things couldn’t have been worse.

Without even putting your mind to it, you knew that since there were too many variables asking for your sparse attention, you’d have to cut back on some more pleasurable things in an attempt to juggle everything you had going.

Friends wanting to meet up for a coffee in town? Sorry ladies, the answer would have to be no. Your PA asking about possible magazine photo-shoot she’d like you and your family to shoot? Not today Julia. Going on a daily walk to help burn off the baby fat you put on? Nope, can’t happen today Y/N.

You get the picture.

In this flurry of people spitting stuff for you to do left, right and centre and a baby stuck to your breast nearly all day, you also failed to notice the happiness and joys that came with Autumn - Chris picking up on this almost immediately when he mentioned how beautiful the red, yellow and orange trees in the garden looked.

He expected you to go into your little happy rant over the beauty of them but instead, you replied bluntly “They’re ok I suppose.”

With all that that was going on around you, Chris couldn’t help but feel absolutely useless. You were doing, literally, everything. From helping out with the kids to sorting out laundry, dinner and Luca - you were everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

You were absolutely nothing like your usual chipper, loving self with Chris or the kids, you were a void doing stuff by demand.

And Chris knew he needed to do something about it - fast.

As if by sheer luck, an opportunity too good to miss arose from the depths of nowhere. It was only a matter of days until Halloween was upon the Evans family and with that said, Lisa decided to host a Halloween party for friends and family - a get together come meal everyone could enjoy, even the kids who could go trick or treating if they wished.

Chris knew that you’d most probably turn down the invite and send him with the kids and he knew that you’d most probably spend the night either asleep with Luca or weeping in the shower over what your life had become, his heart breaking at the memory of hearing your weeping as he passed the bathroom one evening.

So with sneaky yet good intentions, Chris told his parents and Scott - who’d take the kids for the night - the plan he wanted to put into action to help revitalise the love of his life and asked them to help him with it and to keep it on the hush, to play everything as if it would go the way Chris had predicted.

And they did exactly that.

Chris was pleasantly smug when he saw you dress up all the kids in their little costumes he’d chosen out for themselves. Aiela was in a beautiful frilly witch costume equipped with a broom, point hat and potion bucket for her sweets, Alex was dressed as a mummy and Luca was dressed in a pumpkin costume, topped with a puffy pumpkin hat for safe measures.

Yes, this was going just how Chris had planned.

Right up until you decided to go and get changed.

“Shit,” Chris whispered to himself and immediately dialled up Scott who answered on the first ring. “Hey Chris, what’s up?” Scott’s chipper tone made Chris wince and pinch his brows in annoyance.

“Change of plan, can you come and collect the kids now?“ Chris looked to the clock that hung on one of he kitchen walls and then back out to the living room. Good, you still hadn’t come down yet.

Much to Chris’ confusion, he could hear Scott beginning to laugh quite smugly through the phone, making Chris wonder as to what he found so funny. “Just take a look outside.” Scott all but replied to his brother’s question and watched from his car as Chris scowled at him from the porch steps.

“Ha ha very funny.” Chris made a point to flip the bird to his brother and then quickly ran inside to get the kids and sleepy Luca and his diaper bag ready to leave. To say Aiela and Alex were excited to be going off early to the party was a little bit of in understatement, just by buckling themselves in to the car alone had them fizzing in their spots.

“Be good for Grandma, Grandpa and Uncle Scotty, alright?” Chris have his best serious face and tone as he kissed the three heads of his little cherubs, a chorus of yeses and frantic nodding heads coming from Aiela and Alex.

And with that Scott sped off in the direction of his parents house meaning that the real fun had only just begun in the Evans house for that night.

“Chris?” You called out as you padded quietly down the stairs, your fears starting to build once you took a swift look around the living room and only found it empty, the sound of cartoons playing low in the background.

You took the time to look in the kitchen and the laundry room, the bathroom and the pantry - and not to forget the backyard as well but to your utter confusion and slight trepidation, the kids were no where to be seen.

As if by god’s calling, you heard the metallic jangle of the lock on the front door open and shut and the sound of Chris’ flicking his shoes off and his feet padding towards the living room, the smile on his face soon falling once he saw what you were dressed in.

Your costume was nothing like that of what you’d wear as a twenty-something year old but it certainly demanded attention that only gawking eyes could give you. You were dressed in simple yet incredibly figure hugging all black t-shirt and leggings with brilliant white skull bones plastered in the appropriate places.

Oh, and the cute black and white striped fluffy socks you wore were just to die for too.

Chris couldn’t believe it. No, he could believe it - he just didn’t want to. To think that for all that time, all that time of not being able to see what was hiding under those baggy jumpers you wore, they were all leading up to this.

In his mind, even back when you put the idea forward Chris spat at the thought you’d need to lose some weight - and thank god he dismissed them back then. Your figure was to die for, literally; even after three kids your waist rivalled the likes of Beyoncé’s, your grown breasts could make any man water and the mere sight of them accompanied by your hips and ass - god did the ‘extra padding’ of baby weight do some wonders on you.

Not even snapping you fingers in-front of Chris was doing any good, he was in a total trance that made him lost to the world - the only signal of life being the way his eyes clouded over as they kept trained on your rigid figure, a look foreign to your mind taking residence on his growing smug face.

“Sorry sweetheart,” Chris cooed whilst winding an arm around your waist, sliding you towards his muscular form. “I forgot to tell you, I sent the kids away to my parents for the night.” Your breath caught at the thought that you hadn’t prepped the kids for an overnight stay.

“Bu-but I didn’t pick them any pj’s or anything or enough milk for Luca..”You tried to push away from Chris’ hold in an attempt to do something with your nerves but found it useless when Chris’ grip grew stronger around your body and had you pressed against him again.

“That’s why I did babe,” Chris smiled down at you with that cheeky smile you’d grown to ignore these past months.

Your breath caught in your throat again, for all the right reasons. “Wh-what?” You laughed in an airy tone.

“Yeah, while you went to Luca’s checkup last Thursday I took the opportunity to sort out a bag for Aiela, Alex and Luca,” Your mouth hung open like a broken door as you listened to Chris’ master plan unfold before you.

“And I dropped it ‘round mom and dad’s - all so I could spend tonight, with you.” And there it was again, that all too well known glint flashed in those irresistible blue eyes and made your stomach churn both ways - you couldn’t have sex yet! You looked like a hag under those baggy jumpers you used to shield your flaws with.

But Chris was having none of it.

You tried to slide away, you tried to hide the evident blush that adorned your cheeks - only one of which was proven slightly successful. With a steady hand you ducked away from Chris’ nearing head and felt him take purchase on your neck - the one place he didn’t want to be, yet.

Just by your stiff yet hiding for, Chris could tell you were having some serious doubts about something and he just knew it had something to do with your body.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Chris lightly pecked a kiss or two at the sensitive apex of your neck and felt you squirm into his buff chest like an uncomfortable child. “Please baby, tell me what’s going on.” Ah yes, pleading would most certainly help the situation at hand - not.

“N-no, I can’t..” You stumbled over your words like hazardous rocks on a pathway, fumbling after every snagged step.

“Can’t what sweetheart?” Chris edged you on a little further in a warm, soft tone and a supportive hand finding residence on the lower part of your back, your body slowly relaxing once the familiar feeling of safety kicked in.

“I can’t have sex Chris..I-I’m too ugly..” Your voice dipped a decibel once the real reason of your insecurities slipped past your lips, the feeling Chris moving his head up to look at you brought back the sudden tension in your body.

As much as he tried to fathom it, Chris couldn’t actually believe what you had said - you? Ugly? He and the growing erection in his pants had to scoff at that claim unanimously.

“Y/N,” Chris sighed deeply and made you look up at him with weak eyes. “I think you know what I’m gonna say next so, hear me out;” You only stared at Chris expectantly as he took another deep breath in through his flaring nostrils.

”Give me ten minutes of your time and I will show you just how beautiful I really believe you are - is that a deal?” Whether it was the smirk on his face or the feeling of his erection nudging at your lower stomach, Chris gave you no other choice as to what to say.

“Deal.”

• ————— •

And by god did he keep by his side of the deal.

Even though it was going on 8pm at night and the ‘ten minute’ oath had long been thrown out of the window, neither of you wanted to stop.

It was as if you two were hooked on the high of each other’s touch, the months spent preoccupied doing other things meant nothing to either one of you as Chris carried on eating you out like a starved man, your own orgasm hurtling with great speed towards you.

It all felt so foreign, from the way Chris’ tongue lapped up your flowing juices to the way he sucked on your clit like a pacifier, making euphoria seep through every crevice of your body - you couldn’t help but allow the happy tears to escape your eyes as you screamed out your second release of the night, the sound of your euphoria channelled down to Chris’ straining erection and made it throb in a longing agony.

“Mm so good to me baby-girl,” Chris hummed as he travelled back up your body and latched his soaked lips to yours, the taste of your salty sweet juices mingled in a toxic manner along the hairs of Chris’ beard and the dips and curves of Chris’ lips. The feeling of his straining erection standing tall along his navel reminding him to get to real stuff.

“You ready darlin’?” Chris smirked devilishly at you whilst pumping his tall, proud and thick shaft that oozed out pre-cum by the second, a sight you really wished you could capture on camera. You could only nod in desperation and whimper like a caged animal from your spot on the bed-sheet, the feeling of exhaustion leaving you as you watched Chris’ smirk grow.

“Then y’know the drill, turn over for me.” Without hesitation, you complied entirely and flipped yourself onto your stomach, pressing your ass upwards towards Chris - who could only groan in response, the belief that you felt you were ugly in any shape or from evaded Chris’ mind even now.

With the slick tip of his shaft pressed to your lips, you whimpered at the sudden feeling of Chris’ hand latching onto your swollen breasts and the heat radiating off his front as it lay on your back. “Since this is your night tonight, you call the shots - rough or slow baby?” Chris cooed into your ear and licked it, for extra measures.

As much as you loved Chris’ slow and intimate side, the greater part of you pleaded for something more - something better - than regular love-making. With a heavy moan, you bucked your ass up into Chris’ navel and scrunched the bedsheet into balls in your fists. “Fuck me up Chris - please, just fuck me so hard I won’t be able to lift a leg tomorrow.” And like that, Chris was inside of you.

Did you really just say that? Maybe Chris’ foggy mind was playing tricks on him, yes that’s what it was - but there again, you did say that. The dirtiest thing you’d said since way before the children were even little specs in the sky.

Hearing something like that, that confession of yours, it just made something go within him - not the way his hips ploughed into yours but something deeper. That’s when Chris realised it, you never changed - not even after the birth of three kids. You were still his and his alone.

And that only fuelled the raging list fire within Chris’ pit.

“Say it again-” Chris growled into your ear, his hips relentlessly throwing themselves into yours. “Talk dirty to me Y/N - God, just..fuckin’ say it again baby.” Chris groaned again, throwing his head back at the feeling of your sinful walls fluttering around his shaft.

With a pornographic moan, you bent your head down and thought up some of the worst/best lines you had to offer. “Mmm Chris don’t stop please!” You begged out in euphoria. “Prove to me just how much you love me baby! Give me everything!” You pleaded again and felt the hot sting of a slap ghosting over your ass cheek, your cries growing louder at the sensation of another smack landing on your ass.

“That’s it baby, take my fucking cock and all my cum like the fucking star you are, go on.” Chris yelled a hiss out whislt stepping up the pace of his thrusts, his hips meeting the flesh of your ass at a steadily increasing pace and then he did it. He hit it.

He was hitting your g-spot like a madman. And you couldn’t contain yourself much longer.

Lifting your head up, you yelled out in what sounded like pure euphoria and clung to the bedsheet schruched in your hands like they were the strings to life and if you let go, you’d lose yourself completely. Just by the dip of your back and change in positioning, Chris couldn’t help but also throw his head back in bliss as the climatic feeling of his orgasm neared him like freight train at full speed.

“Fuck I’m so clo—close babe,” Chris grunted and squeaked into the apex of your neck and began sucking a large wet bruise on your flawless skin, one of his hands finding their way down to your clit and began to rub it furiously - the euphoric feeling of it alone made you howl out and your walls flutter and clench.

But Chris didn’t stop at the feeling of your walls becoming vices around his length, instead he ploughed into even harder than before with one thing on his mind - turning you into a quivering, cumming mess.

“Chris—I’m gonna—“Chris heard you heaved in desperation underneath him, remnants of euphoric tears on the sheets below but Chris couldn’t care. No, he knew you were just a whiskers inch away from giving him your third - and perhaps best orgasm of the night and like hell he wouldn’t be selfish and milk it for all it’s worth.

Between the frantic rubbing and rolling of your clit between Chris’ cool fingers, the harsh wet bruises and kisses he was leaving along your bare shoulders and the pure feeling of your skin against his - you were lost. And just like that - you snapped and came.

A loud, elicit moan far too similar to that of a pornstar Chris would grind off to as a horny teen escaped your red, flushed lips and had his breath caught in his throat, ropes of cum spraying from his length into you as your walls seized him in place.

With a grunt and a moan of content release, Chris let himself drape over your smaller yet slicked form and held you to him, the feeling of his heartbeat beating through your ribs and through to yours - you really could stay in this post coital bliss forever.

“Fuck I love you Y/N.” Chris moaned tiresomely into your hair and ran a hand up the globe of your slicked bright red ass, one of his favourite sights by far. “Was I too rough?” Chris began to worry once he saw the remnants of tears on the sheets below the two of you and turned his face to have a look at you, the smile on your swollen lips told him different.

“No,” you sighed with a tired smile. “You were perfect, absolutely perfect - thank you.” Even though the context of your thanks weren’t specified, you had an awful lot to thank Chris over this week alone. But just by the imminent thought of sleep, this would just have to suffice.

“No baby,” Chris objected as he laid you two down on your sides, your bodies irremovable due to the sweat climbing to each other. “You’re the one that deserves a thank you out of either one of us.” You couldn’t help but smile at the cheesiness that oozed off your sleepy husband.

“And hey Y/N?” Chris smiled down knowingly at you, a glint of mischief still lingering in his beautiful blue eyes. You only hummed in question and refused to meet the glint in his eyes “No more no’s, okay? When you need help, tell me and I’ll be there - no questions asked.” You could only smile tearily at your husbands confession.

“No more no’s - got it.” You smiled and fell into a deep, well needed slumber, eager for the next day to follow.

• ————— •

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emeraldtawny · 6 years ago

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Happy Birthday Fenrir!

I’m in early, hell ye! I’ve missed the last couple of bdays for the bois so this’ll basically be an “if I have time, then I’ll write a thing” series ^w^ anyway, have some hopefully cute floof for Fen-boi~~! :3

It wasn’t often that Fenrir would let nerves get the better of him, let alone in his own home, in his own headquarters. Maybe it’s because it’s his home is the reason that he’s nervous, he thinks to himself as he walks through the hallways, his head filled with a myriad of memories of his buddies and fellow army men, each one cycling through his thoughts making him grin. He chides himself for letting this inhibiting feeling of nervousness bubble up within him, but he supposes it can’t be helped - after all, the ramifications of what he’s about to do would leave anyone shaking in their boots, even someone as confident and unyielding as the Ace of Spades.

Hands clasped languidly together against the back of his head, the tune he whistles to himself settles the chaotic churning of his stomach none. His footsteps slow, a long sigh resigning his fate as he reaches for the doorknob to the room that will seal his fate.

He steps into the King’s office, all of the Black Army’s leading officers - his closest friends - gathered inside. He offers him a spirited grin, shutting the door behind him.

“Took you long enough,” Sirius chastises, yet the small smile on his face tells Fenrir he means none of it, “So, what’s going on? It’s rare for you to call us together for something.”

“Is there something wrong?” Luka asks, the slight hesitancy in his question only making Fenrir laugh and wave his hand.

“Nah, don’t worry. It’s not anything bad. I just...I need to ask you all somethin’.”

Ray’s eyebrow quirks at his long-time friend’s uncharacteristic lack of surety, his arms folding across his chest as he appraises him, “Well, don’t just stand here then.”

His brusque words are spoken with a grin, one which Fenrir whole-heartedly returns. It’s the simple confidence boost Fenrir needs to get the thoughts he’s been hiding away for months - maybe longer - out into the open for other ears to hear.

“Well, the thing is...I wanna ask you guys if-” His voice catches and he sighs and clears his throat before continuing, expression serious as he looks at each of his comrades, “I want to ask you all if you would let me take ___’s hand in marriage.”

The silence in the room almost hurts and coupled with the wide-eyed stares of the other men in the room, Fenrir almost regrets what he said until--

“Fenrir, you selfish, shameless, dithering--oooooh, I don’t have enough choice words to describe everything that you are!!”

Seth’s impassioned shout makes Fenrir blink, the older man setting his hands on his hips sternly, his gaze just as sharp.

“You already have Alice, and now you want to monopolise her all to yourself now?”

He blinks again, attempting to find his voice, “Well, she IS the love of my life. I figure I should let her know the best way I can.” He shrugs sheepishly, running his hand through his hair. “Unless...ya reckon it’s too soon?”

Seth’s exasperated sigh bounces around the room as he storms up to Fenrir, his finger protruding to poke him square in the chest, “Fenrir, you’re making it really hard for me to be the disapproving force in order to protect sweet Alice’s innocence when it’s making you THIS unsure.” He pokes his chest again, his eyes softening with the tears collecting in them, “You better promise to make Alice the happiest, most untroubled girl in all of Cradle for the rest of your lives, or big sister Seth will be coming for you~!♡”

The flash of emotion that ghosts over Fenrir’s face threatens to bring tears to his own eyes, but he quickly dissipates it and replaces it with his usual grin, yet the unbridled joy he feels shines its light into his smile, “Don’t you worry about that. That was the plan even without your threat.”

Luka stands up from his seat on the couch, his eyes bright with realisation as he stares at Fenrir. “You want to...marry ___?”

He grins wryly, “Yeah, I really do.”

After a moment of thought, Luka nods determinedly, “Okay, I guess you can. ___ is always her happiest when she’s with you.” He pauses, eyes shifting back to confusion, “But wait, why are you asking us if you can marry her?”

“Well, ___’s parents are back in the Land of Reason, so he can’t exactly ask her father for his permission.” Ray comments, a calm smile on his face as he meets his partner’s gaze, “So I guess we’re the next best equivalent of her ‘parents’.”

A deep chuckle draws magenta eyes to meet those of deep amethyst. Sirius’ gaze is kind, the look a father would give their son in a moment of sheer pride.

“You’re really serious about this?”

Fenrir shoots him a devious yet heartfelt grin, “Sure am, old man. I’ve never been happier, and I know I can make her feel the same. I just need to know if I have your support.”

He closes his eyes with a thoughtful hum, his smile never faltering, “If anyone can keep a brat like you in line, it’s ___. And I’m sure she’ll be over the moon.”

The heat searing at the corners of his eyes makes Fenrir blink, desperate to keep his cool. Ray moves from his spot leaning against his desk to stand up before Fenrir, the two meeting the other’s gaze as they converse through eye contact alone. Then, Ray’s emerald eyes shine with amusement and respect for his best buddy.

“Guess we gotta tell ___ the bad news that she really can’t go anywhere now. You want her to be your babysitter and that’s a full-time job. I would know.”

A hearty laugh escapes Fenrir and he claps his hand on Ray’s shoulder, a subtle glistening sheen of unshed tears in his eyes, “Thanks, buddy.”

“Well, you have our permission to take our lovely Alice for yourself,” Seth’s head pokes up as he wipes the last of his tears out of his eyes, a small pout on his lips, “Although, I still stand by what I said about you being selfish. Only you would ask a woman for her hand in marriage around your birthday! Giving yourself your own birthday present, I mean really!”

Fenrir’s blank stare at Seth has the rest of the officers staring at him in return. The gears turn in Fenrir’s head before it sinks in, his response casual,

“Huh, I guess it almost is my birthday…”

“WHO DIDN’T KNOW?!?!”

“Hey, gimme a break! You have any idea how nervous I’ve been, thinkin’ about when the right time would be to ask the woman I love to marry me? You kinda forget about everything else!”

“How do you forget your own birthday?”

“Love, Luka! Love does crazy, foolish things♡!”

“How does love make you forget things? Does it cause amnesia?”

“Don’t listen to them, Luka. It’s just Fenrir being his usual self.”

“Oh come on, Ray!”

The usual comfortable chaos of the Black Army erupts in the room they reside, yet the calm aura Fenrir feels has him floating on cloud nine. He sticks his hand in his pants pocket, rubbing his thumb over the velvet case of his special treasure, his smile as radiant as the Magic Crystal-embedded ring that sits inside.

(I hope you’re ready, ___. I’m gonna make you so happy that you won’t know what to do with yourself. It’s only fair payback for what you’ve done to me, makin’ me so helplessly and crazily in love with you. I just hope you’ll say yes.)

#ikerev #ikerev fanfic #fenrir godspeed #happy birthday fenrir!

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moviestorian · 6 years ago

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Live at the Rainbow Liveblog

So, last night at 2 AM I decided to watch the Rainbow 1974 performance, and here are my thoughts I wrote down while watching:

- love the outfits!!! Especially Freddie’s and Brian’s - Tbh Roger is the one who stands out the most to me so far - I’m quite enjoying this version of Ogre Battle! - Freddie's comments inbetween the songs <333 - White Queen - beautiful! (prefer the album guitar solo tho) - Bri's FLOOF hair - sorry to say that so far Deaky doesn't really stand out (the cameraman doesn't help, he rarely shows him :///) - Freddie's killing that eyeliner - Brian's introduction <3 cute - Freddie playing the piano and holding the microphone in the other hand (Flick of the Wris) - so cool! Casual, talented, and nonshalant: I stan - nice job, the lighting department (everything’s so colourful) - In the Lap of the Gods - ICONIC! Roger's falsetto <3 Freddie's intro sounds better here than on the album imo, also the instruments seem to be more distinguishable and memorable - Deaky looks kinda bored in this one - Killer Queen! This song is always good and I cheer when I hear it - it's cute when Deaky sings (not bored anymore!) - the triangle! (yes!!) - Freddie and Brian's black and white fingernails XD - The March of the Killer Queen! Including Roger's line! Wish they sung the whole song! - they sung the majority of my fave part so I'm cool - Leroy Brown! Love this song, nice contrast to the previous, heavier ones - BANJO! - "Listen my darlings" awww - now we're back at the rock part of Queen - Roger's shirt is killing me (shiny, sparkly) - Deaky's shoes are awesome - Brian looks so happy aww (we’re at Son and Daughter) - Rog and Bri's duet! Awesome! - Okay now we have a guitar solo and it's very impressive but kinda too long (sorry Bri, still love you) - Roger's drums are back! YAS - OMG the iconic beer drums! - now I feel kinda horny DAMN - Freddie changed clothes, I liked the white one better tbh - hoppy Deaky's back! - Freddie is so SWEET OMG I love him - KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE! THE BEST ONE - everything about this song is perfect - the.drum.solo. poetic performance - Freddie the tambourine man - DOYOUTHINKYOUREBETTEREVERYDAY - Roger's speaking voice <3 - 7 seas of rhye - another fave! - Freddie is fantastic pianist - "and with a smiiillllllllle" - PRESENT FROM THE DEVIL HIMSELF XDDD - Stone Cold Crazy...I don't care about this song that much - Kudos for Freddie for singing so fast! Takes SKILLS - the audience yelling "Liar" :DD - damn, Roger's at it again - I just got reminded how much I love the guitar riff for the intro - Freddie, stop arousing Roger - sometimes Brian looks like me when I’m murmuring some songs but I'm not sure what the lyrics are so I lower my voice just in case people might be looking at me - aLL daY lOnG - It's finally Deaky's time to shine!!!! Bass solo! Fantastic job, hats off - wow I admire Roger for having the strength and energy to bang those drums like that - ITLOTG reprise! I love this song! - Can someone please explain me why this song makes me so sad?? - when they sing unison...wow - Jesus, Brian's legs are so skinny...it kinda terrifies me - I liked the second half a bit more - NiCe - I wasn't ready for shirtless Roger but HOT DAMN - I didn't care as much about the last 10 minutes, they could've ended at ITLOTG Reprise imo - aaaah okay they are throwing flowers at them, at first I thought it' garbage and was like...HOW DARE U - what was Brian trying to say to the audience and then to Freddie? - now it's Freddie who's throwing flowers :D - gosh they're trying so hard and the audience is so terrible now... WHY AREN'T YOU SINGING - Brian looks so desperate and disappointed :/ - Rog, dear, I'm not surprised but WHY DID YOU DO THAT - respec ur drums - they didn't do anything wrong - Brian's farewell kiss (mwah)

#wera talks queen #queen at rainbow #next: live at the odeon!

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navybluedreams · 6 years ago

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just some ninjago headcanons if they weren’t legos

zane:

zane would definitely be the tallest ninja

exact height? probably 6′5

skin tone in human form? pure ivory with a cool undertone

his hair would be a silver platinum blonde like draco malfoy

but like since he’s a nindroid he’d be too perfect

his skin a bit too smooth and a bit too shiny dang his teeth blinds everyone in the room when he smiles

extremely sharp facial features

like they can cut through eyes

electric neon blue eyes

like if you try to search for him in the dark all you would see is his eyes

the second strongest ninja despite his physique

build of a dancer, slender and toned.

caucasian but probably russian or finnish or german

kai:

kai would be 5′9

definitely tan skin

like a bronze copper shade with a warm golden undertone

he is an eternal brown haired spiky child

YOU WILL HAVE TO RIP THIS NEXT HEADCANON FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS his eyes would be a rich deep brown but when the light catches them like wow my dudes his eyes are like amber; a beautiful mix of red, orange and yellow. the colors continuously clashing and churning in his eyes like its gorgeous

a muscular boy but 2nd to cole

but he’s still ripped, you guys

like i could grate cheese on those abs

either hispanic or asian fuck it he’s both

colombian/japanese

cole:

cole would be 6′3 and the 2nd tallest ninja after zane.

beautiful moon-kissed skin

like if you see him in the middle of the night with the moon shining on his face that is a goldy vision and the epitome of beauty.

cole has bushy eyebrows but i feel like he would eventually get them trimmed and done cole: you guys it’s me jay: *crying* why is joe jonas from camp rock talking to us

his eyes would be black like his hair but not just black.

like it’s a black that absorbs everything which i feel like he does. like he takes everything and plays the responsible one. example: ~his mother's death ~when sensei wu went missing

cole is a buff muscular ripped boy and no one can convince me otherwise

he’s the third strongest ninja after zane

you thought kai’s abs was something? kai’s might be able to grate cheese but cole’s could shred steel

cole would be mexican/vietnamese

lloyd:

so lloyd would be 5′6 but the max height he would reach is 6′2 because he aged up and has demigod oni dragon blood not only that i live for the lloyd being shorter than kai at first but then lloyd becomes taller and is like “heh who’s the shortie now?”

lloyd would be blonde but golden blonde, like before he unlocked the golden ninja his hair was honey blonde but now it’s golden

and his hair would be wavish-straight and messy too but not like oh he’s a hobo messy more like, i just got out of bed and look this sexy type of messy. and a small floof in the back of his hair for my own guilty pleasure ‘for the aesthetic’

lloyd would have olive skin, tan with a neutral undertone.

his eyes would be green; like a vibrant emerald/bottle green but in different lightings, it would look like forest or malachite. but when he’s exhausted they look like a dull olive.

but when he’s angry his eyes goes crimson; but richer like cardinal, or cherry, or BLOOD red. and since he’s not fully human and i live for the aesthetic i fully support lloyd having small fangs but when he’s angry his fangs go wHOOSH

lloyd would definitely be toned and muscular, not as thin as jay but not as buff as kai. but like a swimmer or a surfer; slim and strong.

and i remember seeing something about lloyd being part tibetan and yes oh my god yes and i liked it. although lloyd would definetely be biracial more like mult-universal being of tibetan/japanese/french/oni/dragon descent

jay:

jay would be 5′10

he would be fair skinned with like vanilla with a yellow undertone that tans easily during the summer, and he would be a beautiful freckled child and with a cute little mole near the left lower side of his lip.

adorable chocolate brown curls and rich royal blue/egyptian blue eyes that remind nya of the ocean. and if you put jay’s bangs into a ponytail he would look like an adorable pineapple sweet cinnamon roll i love this beautiful blue baby boy with my heart

jay might be scrawny and lanky but he’s still strong. more toned and muscular than zane but not as built as lloyd. however, he’s the quickest out of all of the ninja. like my son zooms through the battlefield

he is british and cyprian in my interpretation

nya:

nya would be 5′7

blue-black straight hair like if you see her hair flowing in the ocean in the night you can’t tell where her hair went. like she inherited her mother's hair. and like i feel like she would grow it out till her lower-bust and she would tie it up during training into a tight bun and a few strands would fall into her face but jay loves those little strands with all his heart and that’s all that matters.

she would have tan skin like her brother but not as deep, like a warm golden honey beige. and like her brother she would have a warm undertone

she would also have rich brown eyes like kai but with long eyelashes and defined arched brows like if you saw her walking down the street she looks like a queen but effortlessly she would have this natural powerful vibe as a ninja becoming confident in her skills as a martial artist and not being scared and also having this calming aura. like i feel like some guys would try to mug her and say something like “hand over the bag dollface” and she would kick their ass

and like all ninja she would be toned and muscular, even though she is powerful and built she also manages to retain a certain grace and nimbleness. her breasts would be a 34C and she would have an hourglass figure.

and like kai she’s colombian/japanese

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velveteenlop · 6 years ago

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ALL 20 FOR RIN!

Get to know my ocs! Rin Namira edition! You guys are gonna kill my followers with the length of these guys lol

Do they like rain? Rain yes, thunderstorms not so much.

If they have any pets, what are they? If not, what would they have as a pet? She doesn’t have any pets herself, unfortunately. Her dad’s allergic. She has kind of adopted her cousin’s cat, Floof though. Used him to learn how to train animals (cats specifically) too. She’d love a huge fluffy dog of her own though. Maybe one day.

What do other people tend to think of them? That she’s very polite and personable on the surface, always has a smile and kind words. Those that know her better know she can also be quite the little gremlin and thinks of herself as a match making goddess of love. They also know she can come off as quite distant as well and that she has trouble opening up to others. But she has a lot of love to give to her friends and family and would do anything for them.

Do they have kids? Do they want to have kids? In her past life as Hathor she had a son and has no idea what’s happened to him, but aside from that no. She wouldn’t mind having kids of her own but for now she’ll stick to being the favourite and best aunt ever.

What’s their favorite color? Just about any color in neon form. She lives for neon colors.

Describe their eyes. Wide and expressive, in a bright almost jade sort of green. They tend to help make her look younger then she actually is.

What’s their handwriting like? Exactly what you’d expect of an idol. Cute, large, and bubbly. I’s and J’s are often dotted with a little heart for further cuteness.

Any phobias? Thunderstorms mostly. And the fear of letting people down by not being perfect enough. Also, by extension, the fear of ending up alone.

If they have a love interest, how did they meet them? How would they describe said love interest? Rin, unfortunately, crushes very easily. Though not hurting in the emotional love of her parents department, she is someone who needs the approval of others despite trying not to show so. As such if someone is nice to her she tends to crush on them very easily. She wouldn’t say she has a love interest though, doesn’t allow herself to really look for love as long as she’s working as an idol for her father’s record company.

How would their love interest describe them? She isn’t aware of having a love interest, nor has one yet appeared in her life. So she isn’t sure.

How many times have they fallen in love? If you’re nice to her she’s already crushing on you. She can name a couple off of the top of her head though, depending on which ‘verse.

How many people broke their hearts? No one specifically, tbh. She’s usually pretty good about either realizing they like someone else and backing off, or squashing the feelings so as to not complicate and make her life more stressful.

How many hearts did they break? ... Do the hearts of her fans count??

Favorite fruit? Cherries. A nice mix of tart and sweet.

Favorite vegetable? Carrots maybe? She isn’t entirely picky when it comes to vegetables but she also doesn’t have a favourite per se.

Do they have any mental illnesses? If so, what are they and how do they make everyday life harder? Depression and some mild anxiety? Also self-esteem issues but she wouldn’t classify them as a mental illness herself if asked. Honestly mostly they make it harder and harder to leave the house and to keep being in the public eye. Some times it gets so bad she’s often thought of self-harming but she can’t bring herself to do it, it would hurt too many people. She really just wants to stay locked up in her room for the rest of ever and subsist on youtube videos.

Did they grow up poor, rich, or somewhere in between? Pretty rich considering her family owns several recording studios (one in Egypt and one in Japan). (They are also descended from a family of thieves in their history.) Not to mention being an idol brings in quite a lot of money for herself as well.

Where did they grow up? Depends on the verse for city location (Duel Monsters has her in Domino City, Arc- V has her in Miami City, and Vrains has her in the main city (who’s name escapes me) there), but it’s always in a decent sized house with her mother and father and occasionally her aunt (from her father’s side) with occasional visits from her grandfather (also on her father’s side). She keeps trying to get her cousin to live with them but she seems to prefer living on her own (and Rin really can’t’ blame her).

What were their parents like? Her parents are very proud but also very loving and doting. They’re hard workers and family is very important to them (which is part of the reason she can’t bring herself to step away from being an idol, they mean the world to her). They also really love each other and she hopes to one day have a partner who looks at her the way her father looks at her mother.

Do they like the ocean? If they do, what do they like about it? Rin absolutely loves the ocean! Any chance to head to the beach and she’s there with her bathing suit and all the things needed for the ultimate beach day. She’s also probably splurged on watermelons too. She doesn’t really have one thing she likes over everything else when it comes to the ocean? The smell is the best if she had to pick though.

#vel rambles #ask box games #ocs #original characters #long post #yes this is a ygo oc #no you can't make me feel shame for having her #she also has an rp blog that I haven't touched in months r i p #fireballofinsanity

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fungalhoof-qiriq · 6 years ago

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Lair Review for @pumpkin-bread!

First and foremost, of course, an honourable mention must go to Zima:

The mans. The myths. The legends. Inseparable bastards, they both confuse and delight me with their existences.

Now on to the real review:

*Eyes emoji* at Reika! Loving the colours on her, especially the little pop of bright gold that really stands out. She looks like she’d be capable of crushing literally anything, 10/10

Admittedly it was Asimov’s name that drew me to him (who doesn’t love some classic sci-fi?), and I’m so glad it did because LOOK. AT. HIM. Perfect accent, on ideal colours, with minimal apparel to interfere with it. Good stuff, 10/10!

At first I thought Cinnamon was gonna be a Halloween derg, because of her colours! Okay she’s not, but purple and orange is still a GODLIKE colour-combo and you should be proud to have this majestic creature in your lair. 10/10, a premium dragon.

Iska is one SOFT PASTEL DELIGHT! The skincent goes perfectly with the fest apparel; excellent use of blues and yellows and pinks, he looks very gentle. 10/10, would trust him with many thing.

Solveig can have my heart now. Pink and green feels like a very underappreciated combo, so I love how their Noxtide gene ties those colours together and makes it all WORK. A beautiful plant lad, 10/10.

Wouldn’t be a review by me without mentioning a Mirror, and Espen is one premium little fight-y gremlin! The oranges and blues in her genes go so well together, tying in with the greys and blues of her apparel. 10/10, if she asked me to play I’d say hell yeah!

A Nameless dragon is always intriguing, and oh boy this intrigue comes with pain too! Congrats, you’ve made me have emotions over dragon lore! Aside from that, I love the slightly ominous effect of combining a mane with the skull part of the tatters, and just his overall look in general. 10/10, I cry.

No idea what drew me to Magni. No, really. Maybe the colours, maybe the interesting mix of apparel that somehow genuinely works, maybe the fact that he’s got his butt hangin’ out... I don’t know, but I love him. 10/10, someone get this man some trousers.

Really liking Lucille’s autumnal aesthetic! That, and how her Arcane eyes tie into the pink tones on her secondary! 10/10, whatever she’s selling, I’m definitely buying.

A Tundra boy to wrap things up! Atratus carries off the classic red-gold combo with ease. He looks strong, dependable, and like a good solid floof-friend. His gijinka’s super-cute too! 10/10, would let him lift me over his head for the fun of it.

Thanks for letting me review your lair! Had a ton of fun looking through all these dragons and reading all that lore. Now I’m going to go buy Asimov’s son Isaac, bc I need to.

#Lair Review #pumpkin-bread

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supaliaxpress · 8 years ago

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Hi! Is it fine if you recommend any kdrama from this year? I already watched Goblin btw >_<

Hey there! I’m so sorry for the late reply. I’ve been so busy with college and post-graduation plans. D:

I would love to recommend 2017 kdramas for you. Here a few that I recommend and they’re not in any particular order. I’ve included a brief summary of the dramas that I absolutely recommend, to help give you an idea what the drama is about. I hope you find some to your liking!

1. Strong Woman Do Bong Soon

I really liked this drama! If you’re looking for a fun, quirky, and cute drama to pass your time – then this drama is perfect for that! It will not fail to make you laugh and smile. In general, I love Park Bo Young and she does an amazing job of playing Do Bong Soon. Plus, how can you pass up a drama with both Ji Soo and Park Hyung Sik as the male actors? This drama is about the heroine, Do Bong Soon, who’s born with awesome super strength that is passed down to the women in her family. On the other hand, Bong Soon wants to be an elegant and graceful woman, the ideal woman of her childhood crush In Guk Doo, unlike being unruly and brawn. Her dream is to create a video game with herself as the main character. She lands a job being the bodyguard of the CEO of a gaming company, Ahn Min Hyuk. However, one day, a series of kidnapping occur in Bong Soon’s neighborhood and she becomes determined to catch the culprit, with the help of Min Hyuk, after her friend was almost kidnapped.

2. Chicago Typewriter

I’ve recommended it before and I’m going to continue to recommend it because this drama highly deserves the praise. Lol… all I can say is that this drama is the definition of friendship, love, and loyalty. I freaking balled my eyes out, not because of the romance, but because of the friendship!!! This drama is about a writer who experiences a “slump” while writing his book, but two important people come into his life and help him write it… while also a bit of reincarnation and time traveling to the 1930s during the Japanese occupation in Korea. One thing that may tick you off a bit is the main guy’s temper, but after that… he’s an adorable cute floof ball entranced by love.

3. Tomorrow With You

Though I never finished writing my review for this drama… I still recommend it because it has a really beautiful story. Plus, I love Shin Min A. The story is about a CEO of an estate company, Yoo So Joon, who can travel through time via riding the subway. He foresees his future self and a woman, Song Ma Rin, in a terrible accident. He decides to marry Ma Rin in order to avoid that fate. The drama is kinda slow, but the story is very well written and organized.

4. Duel

I’m still watching this drama, but damn is it good that it lands in my recommendation list for kdramas 2017. Probably one of the best crime and mystery dramas I’ve watched in a while! The story follows the Chief of the Crime Squad, Jang Deuk Cheon. His daughter is kidnapped and the suspect is a human clone. I haven’t seen the ending yet… but I totally recommend this drama if being on the edge of your seat and suspense is your cup of tea!

5. Queen of Mystery

Another great crime and mystery drama, “Queen of Mystery” is about a bored housewife, Yoo Seol Ok, who is passionate about solving crimes by reading mystery novels. She has always wanted to become a detective, but gave up on her dream and married her husband who is a prosecutor. But one day, she gets involved in a real case and solves it, which leads her to team with detective Ha Wan Seung.

6. My Secret Romance

I have mixed feelings about this drama, lol. I enjoyed watching it, however, the main guy character’s supreme “male alpha-ness” was overbearing sometimes. Don’t get me wrong though, the main guy was really sweet; I’m a sucker for guys who “fall in love at first sight” and “head over heels” for the girl. Probably one of the best rom-com so far in 2017. The story is about a nutritionist, Lee Yoo Mi, and a director of an underwear company, Cha Jin Wook, who have a one-night stand that would change their lives forever. If you like cheesy and cute romance with the cliche drama, this is a funny drama to laugh about and pass time with a friend who is also a romantic. Lastly, the art is absolutely amazing (art goals T__T)!!!

7. Hospital Ship

This is the drama I’m currently watching… and I am absolutely obsessed about this drama (not only because I want to go to medical school >.>). I love the actors and actresses, but this is Min Hyuk’s FIRST LEAD ROLE!! Anyways, even if you’re not a fan of Min Hyuk, this drama is a little different from your typical drama, as it focuses more on the professional life of being a doctor. Other people have different opinions because they complain there’s not enough romance, which I argue because the romance is not the focal point of the story; it’s more about the stories of each character and their struggles in their professions. There’s actually romance, you just have to be patient. It follows a team of young doctors who travel on the hospital ship to treat patients. Particularly, a genius surgeon, Song Eun Jae, who is a strong and independent woman, joins the team after an incident at the Seoul hospital. There, she meets Kwak Hyun, a doctor of internal medicine, who is the son of the highly regarded physician known as the “Korean Schweitzer,” but he wants to become a good doctor different from his father. Overall, I think this drama is great so far with the character development, especially if you like dramas that portray a more realistic approach to the professions of the characters. This aspect is actually one thing that really annoys me sometimes in kdramas, they’ll throw in a medical profession for the main character just for convenience, but not accurately write out the profession (*coughs* The Bride of Habaek *coughs*). Please give this drama a chance, especially if you like good character development and awesome medical action! And it’s an added bonus if you love Min Hyuk and Ha Ji Won!!!! ^__^

8. Rebel: Thief of the People

Oh man, this drama is AWESOME! One of the best Hong Gil Dong storylines I’ve seen. Full of action, thriller scenes, and a kickass historical drama… Rebel is a must see… especially if you love historical dramas. The writing is spectacular and the characters are all well developed/written. Set during the reign of the tyrant King Yeonsangun, the story follows Hong Gil Dong who is the son of a servant who stole from the rich and gave to the poor. The story tells the journey of Hong Gil Dong becoming Joseon’s first revolutionary activist. There are 30 episodes, but trust me, you’ll wish it was longer. The plot is not your typical predictable historical dramas and will keep you on the edge of your seat.

9. Tunnel

This must be the year of crime and mystery kdramas!!! Tunnel is about a cop, Detective Park Gwang Ho, who enters a tunnel, in the year of 1986, chasing a killer and ends up time traveling thirty years into the future in the year of 2017. The serial killer has resumed his killings and it’s up to Gwang Ho, with Detective Kim Sun Jae and Professor of Criminal Psychology Shin Jae Yi, to catch this killer. Each episode always kept me at the edge of my seat begging for the next episode – really great and suspenseful cliffhangers!

Special Mentions: (Dramas I’ve watched but not going to give a brief description because I’m lazy, but highly recommend them too)

My Only Love Song (Historical, comedy, romance): Watch this if you love Lee Jong Hyun and Gong Seung Yeon from “We Got Married”

Circle: Two Worlds Connected (Crime/mystery, comedy, romance)

Defendant (Crime/mystery, thriller/suspense)

Save Me (Crime, Revenge, Thriller, Action, School)

Normal Mentions: (Dramas I’ve watched but not going to give a brief description, but they were enjoyable enough for me to recommend)

Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo (Sports, comedy, romance)

The Bride of Habaek (Fantasy, comedy, romance)

Lovely Love Lie (Music, Romance, comedy)

Ruler: Master of the Mask (Historical, Romance, Action)

Blind Recommendations: (Dramas on my to-watch list and recommended to me by other people)

Band of Sisters (Family, Melodrama)

Suspicious Partner (Action/thriller, Crime/mystery, comedy, romance)

Doctor Romantic (Medical, melodrama, romance): This is definitely on my “to watch list”!!!!

Voice (Melodrama, mystery/thriller, crime, action)

While you were Sleeping (Sci-Fi/Fantasy, Romance): This just started (Suzy and Lee Jong Suk) and I’ve heard pretty good comments about it so far

And as always, my #1 2017 Kdrama recommendation for those who have not seen it or just need a good rewatch….. drumroll…. is Goblin!!!!!!!! (lol still gonna add this cause it’s my bias >.<)

#Kdrama Recommendations #Kdrama #Kdrama Recs #Kdrama list #Strong Woman Do Bong Soon #Tomorrow With You #Chicago Typewriter #My secret romance #Duel #Queen of Mystery #Tunnel #Hospital Ship #Rebel Thief of the people #2017 Kdramas List #SupaliaReplies #SupaliaRecs #Anonymous

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kitsune-ryu-neko · 7 years ago

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Voltron Season 6 Thoughts

OH BOY. FINALLY. Also, I may or may not have forgotten everything from season 5.... I do know that I wanted to see more of Earth and possibly the Garrison and see what they are up to but that didn’t happen sooo...here’s to hoping season 6 has that covered?

ONTO THE SHOW!!!

Episode 1: Omega Shield - Jealous Lance? - Lotor is less than enthused to see this person... XD - I LOVE THE FACIAL EXPRESSIONS HERE XD So nanny, huh? I agree with Lance. Seriously funny. Also Lotor’s expression is giving me serious anime vibes. - I love the idea that Hunk is gonna learn more about the Galra. That’s totally not gonna come back at aaaaalllllllllll - Oh boy. Lotor is making some enemies. I didn’t think Sendak would be as big a threat as he is? - Something is happening to Not!Shiro. what are we calling him? Kuron? - It’s Haggar. of course it would be. THIS MEANS WE GET THE CLONE REVEAL THIS SEASON RIGHT??? ITS BEEN LIKE FOUR SEASONS NOW - well Hunk’s Galra knowledge was needed sooner than I expected... - AN UPGRADE!!! FUCK YEAH! - Ok so Haggar found that place...great... - Lance NO! - Hunk is a great leader ~ - Oooohhh lots of stuff happened this episode! Allurance? Kuron and Haggar. Leader Hunk. and Haggar returning to Altean form???

Episode 2: Razor’s Edge - WAIT we left off here?!?!? - WHOA MAJOR LOTURA MOMENT THERE - Lotura vs. Allurance GO! - Well I have no idea what happened but that was really sweet of Krolia to protect Keith. - A FLASHBACK??? - And then...a very creepy Shiro... why? I understand the family flashback but not the one for Shiro... - It was Time....so that has to have been a future glimpse to Shiro - “beautiful, flowing white alien hair” - Pidge and Hunk are so mean sometimes XD - There is no freaking way Earth didn’t detect all of that - Oh boy this is a convenient way to see flashbacks... Plus it’s kinda fun. - Huh...so they had that mission....wonder what happened to make her leave - Lance is so sweet - ok Keith’s dad’s outfit looks a lot like Shiro’s... - Ok ..I mean...cOME ON...the Galaxy Garrison HAS to know something by now!!!! How could they not??? THERE IS AN ALIEN FIGHT LIKE A HOP, SKIP, AND A JUMP AWAY!!!! - This has to be why they sent Shiro and them on that mission....or at least related to why - Figures thats why she left. Also, BABY KEITH IS SO FRIGGING CUTE - WHOA THAT WOLF CREATURE IS ADORABLE TOO - TINY KEITH!!! THIS IS PROBABLY ONE OF THE BEST EPISODES SO FAR BECAUSE WE GET CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT PLUS ANSWERS!!! - Dear lord how long have they been living on this thing? - it’S BEEN WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!? - THE MICE ARE SNITCHING!!! NEVER TRUST THEM - I LOVE THAT THEY KEPT THE ALIEN WOLF DOG - UUUHHHhhhhhh that place looks a lot like the hologram room of Altea...just sayin... - Altean?! ....Altean....... < . < Altean - WHAT A GREAT FRIGGING EPISODE OMFG

Episode 3: Monsters and Mana - ...is this gonna be the roleplaying D&D episode? - I’m like ten minutes in. Coran is the innkeeper. Shiro is the hooded figure in the corner that overhears everything and gives out info. And his backstory is hilarious. It’s so overly dramatic XD - “HEY WHERE ARE YOU GUYS GOIN’?!?!?!” - “Sounds like you’re too busy to help us with this wizard” XD - “Shiro’s DEAD!” < . < - Lance is a ninja cat....of course he is! - Way to call back to the first episode. “Maybe you just have to knock” - OMFG SHIRO DIED AGAIN!!! XD - CORAN IS THE VILLAIN. I should have known with that look he gave them earlier - I can’t take Shiro (Kuron?) seriously anymore. i cant XD

Episode 4: The Colony - revealed evil instincts huh? - ok i think something is gonna happen to allura, and keith will come back and everyone will be back in their original lions again to go and save her... - Altean pod? Is it Keith, Krolia, and whoever else altean? - HEY IT IS!!! - Oh so SHE’S Romelle... - WELL this is just INTEREStING, LOTOR. Thanks for lying. We all kinda thought you would be lying to them about something - GOD DAMN I LOVE THIS BACKSTORY - That IS horrifying, Coran. Holy moly - Lotura moment right when shit is about to go down. oh boy - Damn Lotor....you deserved that - Wow...with this Haggar and Kuron thing...shit really is going down - ok so not what I predicted... Something happened to shiro instead of allura

Episode 5: The Black Paladins - Well this is gonna be an interesting episode - She didn’t attack Keith. They have to have some kind of connection, right? Was she the person they helped back in like...season 2? - The hacking is most likely because of Galra tech and Altean tech being fused? Pidge did that back in like...season 5 I think... - WAIT A MINUTE...DOES NO ONE IN THIS FRIGGING SHOW KNOW THAT HAGGAR AND LOTOR ARE MOTHER AND SON?!?!? sheesh - Her voice is different... - Lots of loyalties being tested here, dang - Is this gonna be where we find out the truth? Haggar told Kuron to lead Keith away. She didn’t specify where... - OH SO WE DO!!!! YAY!!!! - Oh Shiro’s arm...of course. Because he’s a spy. well this is all coming together nicely - Pidge is smart. Take every precaution - Can I just say that the lighting in this fight is great! - Ok the abandonment comment is so frigging stupid. Not only is that comment complete bullshit, but it makes no goddamn sense. BUT OK SHIRO - “Actually, neither of us are leaving.” First of all, FUCK. Second of all, damn that was some great delivery on the voice acting wow - Damn...I didn’t know Shiro’s alien arm could do that ...but that’s good know O . O - Well...there go all the Shiro clones...that’s....kinda sickening - AWWWW MAN, THE FEELS!!!! “You’re my brother. I love you.” God damn if Shiro is dead or if Keith dies I’m going to be so sad... - The animation in this episode is just....amazing - OH!!!! OHH!!!!! FLASHBACK FOR KEITH AND SHIRO - Keith looks younger but Shiro looks the same age XD - WOW That Ending. That Ending was great. A+ 10/10 would watch that episode on repeat

Episode 6: All Good Things - Hey it’s the astral plane again. Good to see ya. Means we get real Shiro - REAL SHIRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - HOLY SHIT HE DIED?!?!? I mean...technically his essence or soul or whatever the fuck that is COULD inhabit the body of literally any of his clones... - You know...this is all just heartbreaking...Shiro...the clone...him dying...all his friends...Keith...everything - The Allurance moment was sweet. - Well, there goes that. destroyed. - Coran is such a great character - Is Lotor REALLY BRINGING THIS UP?!?!? REALLY?!?! No one is gonna trust you after that. - Aaaannnddd Allura....you need to learn when to not say something omg. YOU KNOW HE HATES THAT WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO ANGER HIM!?!? - Damn Lotor calm down. So much for your so called “feelings” huh? - Lotor....you fucked up saying that - Although, I like that he thinks he is the hero for the universe. The person to bring peace. And I like that we know how he thinks and why he has these thoughts. He doesn’t like either of his parents. He’s half Galra and half Altean. No one ever trusts him because of either side. Honestly, it’s tragic. But damn Lotor...you could have fixed things better than this...but no one would have trusted you anyways because of your past. :/ - Well that’s neat. Good luck paladins - Hey Keith got the Black Lions’ giant wings - Good luck Lotor

Episode 7: Defender of all Universes - THAT TITLE < . < - Lotor’s expressions are still amazing - Oh hey everyone can meet real Shiro again - Ok nevermind < . < maybe one day - This is a cool fight - Yay they won against Lotor! Still tragic though... - Goodbye Castle of Lions ;-; - Oh? Can Allura do something? - His hair is actually all white now...weird - BUT IS SHIRO FINALLY BACK AFTER ALL THIS TIME?!??!! O: - YAYAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - And we got Shiro’s actual hair floof back! - O: ARE WE FINALLY FRIGGING GOING TO EARTH?!?!? FINALLy - SEASON 7 I CAN’T WAIT!!!!

Overall. Best. Season. So. Far. There was so much. Great character development. I loved the flashbacks and backstories!!! Lots of intense moments and lots of secrets finally revealed! The music was dramatic and the animation at times was just superb. 10/10 would watch the season all over again on repeat. Wow. And I’m so HYPED FOR NEXT SEASON!!! FINALLY!!! After SIX FRIGGING SEASONS we FINALLY get to see Earth again! I wanna know what everyone is up to. What everyone knows, especially the families, classmates, teachers, and the Galaxy Garrison as a whole. Plus I really wanna see the paladins back with their families! Also, Keith won’t be alone going back. How long do we have to wait for season 7? Until January? DX

#vld6 spoilers #vld6 #vld season 6 spoilers #vld spoilers #voltron legendary defendary season 6 spoilers #vld #my thoughts #am i ready for this season?

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VIXX-OTPS’s second survey results

This survey took place from October 30, 2017 up until November 30, 2017

Most people who participated in this survey are this blog’s followers/people from Tumblr. Therefore, it would not be representative of everyone in the fandom. This is just a fun event within this blog~

This would be a really really long post (I mean it. It’s VERY LONG). It contains graphs, charts, and reasons why people like a pair the most or like them the least. Whatever you read beyond this are simply the results of what you guys have submitted

There were a total of 532 responses

To all of those who have participated or at least shared the link to the survey, thank you very very much~ ♥ I wish I could repay you more than just saying thank you >//<

1) Who is/are your VIXX Bias(es)?

(Responders were allowed to choose as many members as they want for this question)

If you want to compare the results from the last survey (2015), I made a bar graph for it:

As you can see, the results are pretty much the same except that there seems to be more fans for all of the members in 2017 than in 2015~ ♥

2.) If you were to choose ONLY ONE MOST favourite VIXX pair, which pair would it be?

(Responders were only allowed to PICK ONE pair for this question)

Again, to compare the results with the last survey’s results (2015), I’ve made a comparison bar graph:

3.) Which VIXX pair(s) do you like the MOST?

(Responders were allowed to pick as many pairs as they want for this question)

The results are a little bit similar to that of the second question, isn’t? o - o Anyway, here is a comparison from 2015′s survey~

4.) If you were to choose ONLY ONE LEAST favourite VIXX pair, which pair would it be?

(Responders were only allowed to PICK ONE pair for this question)

This is kind of different from what I expected and I’ll show you why:

You see what I mean? o - o!!! A huge difference...

5.) Which VIXX pair(s) do you like the LEAST?

(Responders were allowed to pick as many pairs as they want for this question)

The results are somewhat different from the last question >< By the way, this is a new question that I’ve added for this survey so I have no results to compare it with...

6.) How would you rank the VIXX pairs from:

I like them together very much / They are my most favourite

I like them just fine / I don’t mind them

I don’t like them but I don’t dislike them either

I don’t pay much attention to them / I do not see them interact enough

I dislike them / I do not see any chemistry

(I’ve made bar graphs for each ranking but if you scroll down some more, I’ve made charts for each pair~)

Reasons why you guys like the pairs the MOST or the LEAST:

1. N/Leo: Why do you like N/Leo the MOST?

Just because / It just is

Neo is life / Seeing them together gives me so much fuzzies and the world is right again / Cannot be put into words / They are so damn perfect!

Sexy couple

Parent line / Mom and Dad of VIXX / The mom and dad of VIXX / They’re like the mom and dad of VIXX and I think it’s adorable / They are the real definition of VIXX’s parents / Parents are to be loved together / Parents / They are like a married couple. N is the wife seeking attention from her shy awkward husband Leo / Mom and dad of the group! / Because mum and dad! / The parents of VIXX who would always be lifelong friends / Because they act like the parents of 4 hyper kids and it warms my heart to see them call VIXX “kids” / The mother and father of the group / Mom and Dad of the group / They’re like the mom and dad of the group / Parents…?

Mutual support, care and trust / They support each other / Take care of each other really well / Understand and support each other a lot / They’re a great support system for each other / They adore and take good care of each other / It used to be more like Leo relying on N to help him overcome his shyness and to help him express himself but now, it’s more of a mutual reliance on each other. Leo relies on N as their leader and N relies on Leo for support as the other oldest member, therefore making decisions for the group and giving advice and care to the other members

N takes care of Leo / Love how N helped Leo out of his shell / N brought Leo out of his shell / Because N has always helped Leo

They have great chemistry together / Their dynamic is really interesting to observe / They are so perfectly matched / They are so wholesome together / They complement each other well / They balance each other / I enjoy their dynamic / Their relationship / Their personalities balance each other so well / Their friendship is amazing

Cute / Adorable together / They’re just so cute! / They look so cute! / Too fucking cute / They are both just so precious / Hella cute / Look extra cute together

Love how N sometimes manhandles Leo / Love how N can control Leo and Leo listens to N even though Leo is not the type to follow someone else

There’s something about their friendship that makes me adore them very much / They’re so close / All of VIXX are close but there’s something about the 90 line / Since the beginning, Leo and N have been very close.

The way they behave towards each other / Love their interactions / Their interactions are the best in my opinion / They have a way of speaking without words

They are my top 2 biases

They are lifelong friends / Lifelong friends / Because they are lifelong friends / Lifelong friend! / Lifelong friends so close and comfortable with each other / Lifelong friends

Loud and energetic with quiet and cuddly is my secret favourite / They have a love&hate relationship / The classic hate-love dynamic I’m weak for / Complete opposites but love each other very much / Loud and soft / Because they are opposites

Love the way Leo always reacts badly to N’s skinship but seeks it sometimes / Leo calls N when he wants something / Leo shows affection towards N in a cute way

The dynamic that they had in their early debut days was something I found compelling and has stuck with me to now / The first pair I had in the fandom so they have a special place in my heart / Even though it hasn’t been seen as much these days as the other pairs, I still believe in Mama Cha and Papa Leo of the VIXX Family / They were the first ones that I fell in love with

It’s a classic

They are the eldest in the group

N/Leo: Why do you like N/Leo the LEAST?

Do I still need to answer this after 4 years?

Less not liking and more bored of oversaturation / A little overrated / Too typical / It’s way way overdone and fandom cliches abound / I see it everywhere

Actually liked the pair when people remember that: a) for all his pestering, N does let Leo be Leo, b) N himself is also an introvert

I don’t like the “mom & dad” concept / It’s not that I don’t like them, it’s just people force N into this mother role and I’m like, you can take care of people without being a mother / I don’t like how N always has to be the “mom” or whatever like, people always feminize him and it always comes off as degrading to N

I feel that they work much better as friends

Even though they get on well, I think that they should be paired with someone who seems to be their opposite

I keep finding them when I look for another pair / Interferes with my favourite pair

People trying to force me to like it which kind of ruined the pair for me / Shippers love to shove it down your throat

Doesn’t necessarily see them as a pair that interests me

Leo was really mean to N a lot earlier in the career and I just didn’t like it

And here is the chart for the 6th question. It’s the same except that it focuses on N/Leo:

2. N/Ken: Why do you like N/Ken the MOST?

They make each other laugh

They have fun together

They are really affectionate with each other

They’re just two soft floofs who want the other members to love them so they’re perfect for each other / N is clingy af and Ken is so used to getting all the affection of the group / Absolute dorks around each other / N always wants to be near Ken, like holding his hand or poking him

They are supportive of each other

The cutest dynamics

When N smiles because of Ken, it just seems so genuine and pure / N just always has so much fun with Ken / N dotes on Ken and Ken looks up to N

They stare at each other like they’re the sun or something equally cheesy

They’re very comfortable around each other

They’re the ridiculous ahjumma and diva line

N/Ken: Why do you like N/Ken the LEAST?

I don’t see content for it

I don’t pay much attention to them / I have paid zero attention to them

I think I just like them better when they’re platonically bickering at one another / They’re both too loud, combined they would cause chaos / Sometimes it seems like N does not have much patience for Ken

I chose randomly / I HAD NO CHOICE

Neither N nor Ken are my favourite

And here is the chart for the 6th question. It’s the same except that it focuses on N/Ken:

3. N/Ravi: Why do you like N/Ravi the MOST?

They’ve been close from the start /

I love their dynamic / I really like their chemistry whenever they are paired together for anything / they are close and complement each other

They always turn up for each other’s solo activities

I like reading about N being taken care of by his members. Ravi has the biggest tendency to do that

N has mom vibes and Ravi has dad vibes and together they have these boring parent vibes

Because I like N with everyone and want Ravi for myself so I’m giving him to N. Very generous of me, isn’t it?

I have something for dancing, I suppose? Their chemistry when they dance is great

Leader and deputy, steel and marshmallow

N/Ravi: Why do you like N/Ravi the LEAST?

I don’t know the reason why I chose them / No reason in particular / Answer was required / I had to choose a pair

I don’t pay much attention to them / I just don’t really see it. It’s more like Mama Cha supporting his son

It’s not my cup of tea

It was cute, but it’s starting to die

And here is the chart for the 6th question. It’s the same except that it focuses on N/Ravi:

4. N/Hongbin: Why do you like N/Hongbin the MOST?

Hongbin rejects N’s affection in public, but I know that he is whipped for N. I love their friendship so much / Hongbin gets a lot of crap because of how he approaches affection (towards N or anyone at all), but if you know about his personality, you can easily see how much he cares for N / Hongbin is so low-key protective of N / They make me happy, especially those rare occasions when Hongbin shows his love for N / Love how Hongbin tries to hide his love for N, but they have so many sweet moments and so many HOT moments

I love their love/hate relationship / Love the cute banter (Hongbin is a tsundere) / Tom and Jerry ftw / The push and pull is awesome

I think of them more platonically than anything, but I enjoy their dynamic / Enjoy watching their interactions

N babies Hongbin / I like that N is a mom to Hongbin and Hongbin totally acts like a defiant son

Love that they mean the world to each other / They are soulmates

The sass-fest is just legendary

N/Hongbin: Why do you like N/Hongbin the LEAST?

They seem awkward and uncomfortable around each other (more on Hongbin’s side) / they don’t fit well together sometimes

I feel like N and Hongbin aren’t portrayed very well as a couple

Hongbin is always teasing N and I prefer seeing N being loved / I don’t like how Hongbin tries to deny his feelings for N when the camera is on them / Hongbin (at least in the beginning) hated everything to do with N

And here is the chart for the 6th question. It’s the same except that it focuses on N/Hongbin:

5. N/Hyuk: Why do you like N/Hyuk the MOST?

Love their dynamic

On camera, Hyuk pushes N away, but off camera, he’s such a dependable person and obviously respects and cares for N / The push and pull is so cute

Love how N complains that Hyuk doesn’t act like a maknae

Love how N beats the crap out of Hyuk if he made a comment about N / Hyuk being that lil’ shit of a maknae and N hitting him in response. If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is

They are my favourite members

It’s easy to see how genuinely N cares about Hyuk and how happy he makes him

Their interactions are so sweet

Chasang is life

N/Hyuk: Why do you like N/Hyuk the LEAST?

Hyuk always ignores N when he tries to be affectionate and acts like he doesn’t want to be paired with him and it’s annoying / I love Hyuk but why does he have to be a little devil all the time. I just wish we could see more soft Hyuk / I don’t like the way Hyuk bullies N

Their relationship feels too much like a parent and child for me / I can’t really see them as a couple / I feel like N treats Hyuk like a little brother so it’s strange to see them in a romantic way / They seem to have more of an older brother-little brother relationship / Mom N / I see it like a young brother/son and older brother/mother and it feels kinda weird, I don’t know / I don’t think their dynamics are that strong, just good friends / N is Hyuk’s mother and it just feels so wrong, he practically raised him / Feels weird, like mother and son / I just can’t see them together romantically / Their relationship seems more like relatives, with N being the trying-too-hard uncle and Hyuk being the embarrassed nephew / Too parent and child

I see them interact the least

And here is the chart for the 6th question. It’s the same except that it focuses on N/Hyuk:

6. Leo/Ken: Why do you like Leo/Ken the MOST?

Best chemistry / They complement each other’s personalities well

Cute / Sweet and cute / Because they are too cute

Leo is head over heels for Ken

Ken had brought out the cutie in Leo

Their subtle way of supporting and caring for each other makes me so soft

They are both my ultimate biases

They are like real brothers

Love the puppy-kitty couple / Opposites / They’re like black and white contrasting yet they are harmonious / They’re complete opposites but they work so well together / Their opposite personalities

Leo/Ken: Why do you like Leo/Ken the LEAST?

I don’t pay a lot of attention to them / I tend to focus on other pairs more / Just don’t think much about them / Haven’t seen a lot of interactions with them off-stage

The shippers. I had quite a lot of annoying encounters with their shippers. I love them but the fans just irk me

I feel like they work together as just friends / Just can’t see them together / I never really thought about putting them together

I had to choose one / No idea… / I just had to choose one

And here is the chart for the 6th question. It’s the same except that it focuses on Leo/Ken:

7. Leo/Ravi: Why do you like Leo/Ravi the MOST?

They have great chemistry / They complement each other well / Their dynamic is really interesting / Their chemistry on and off stage / They have chemistry / Their chemistry / They just seem to fit together well

They seem to care about each other very much / They rely on each other / They understand each other quite well / They’re always quietly supporting each other / I feel like they reciprocate each other’s affection the most

Do I need to fill this in? / [Ravi voice] We started from the bottom but we just do it now / They make my kokoro go doki-doki and dokun-dokun / Because Wontaek is love / LR is life

These two are so quiet and awkward and it’s completely different when they’re performing. It’s astonishing / They are the awkward kids, and since LR debuted, they just started being dumb and more like each other and giggly. / LR did wonders with bringing Leo out of his shell and show a side of him that I can’t say I don’t love, but that is driving me crazy / They’re a relationship that I’ve seen growing since their rookie days. It just seems that with Ravi, Leo really comes out of his shell more than usual

They are so legit. So much evidence / LR is real or out lmfao / They’re really sailing their own ship

Extrovert-Introvert / Their opposite chemistry works very well with each other / I like how their opposite personalities work together to bring out the best in each other / They contrast each other very well / Awesome and opposite vibes / Opposites attract / Because of the different personalities that they carry

Despite them being so popular now, it’s still the little things between that keeps me so happy with them, as it always has / Just how easy they are with each other / Ravi is quite chill with Leo and doesn’t really make him have to express himself if he doesn’t feel like it, often speaking louder to attract attention to himself and save Leo from further embarrassment. This happens both during VIXX as whole and LR promotions. Even though Leo was the leader, Ravi did take the lead quite a bit. / Ever since predebut or MyDol, Ravi seems to be the one who Leo seems most comfortable around with and Ravi has consistently tried to make sure to include Leo and bring him into the conversation, but also protect Leo when he would rather stay quiet /

They’re my biases / They were the first two people I ever memorized in the group. I saw how they interacted and totally liked them from then / My first VIXX pair

VIXX LR / Whisper MV / Two words: Beautiful Liar / LR is a blessing / Because it’s an official pair from Jellyfish. Check VIXX LR MVs for proof / When Whisper came out, I discovered that they were a sub-unit and started liking them from then / Because of VIXX LR / During LR promotions, they seem at their happiest / *coughs* VIXX LR

Their interactions are the cutest to me / They’re really cute together. / Their skinship is soft and natural. They don’t cling to each other too much and is sweet / Sometimes their skinship is suddenly really all over the place / Mostly cute. Really really cute. Soft. Protect / They’re so cute / Skinship

They are dorks / Silly boys acting cool

They are sexy / Their tension / They gay. Very very gay / Their sub-unit’s MVs make me want to write gay fanfiction too much / They’re really sexy together / Hah… GAYYYYY / The pair that I’ve written the most about / That one VLive where it looked like Leo was seconds away from kissing Ravi if N hadn’t said anything

Hamster and owner

They are the composing pair. Ravi really goes far and beyond to bring the best out of Leo, changing melodies over and over again / Ravi loves Leo’s high notes / They’re both artistically similar, as their sub-unit keeps hinting

Leo is fond of Ravi’s extra self and finds him funny / I love seeing Leo smile because of Ravi / Like how Ravi makes Leo laugh a lot / Leo always smiles the brightest when looking at or speaking to Ravi

They love animals

Diamond bracelets / The matching bracelets that Leo felt the need to inform us that Ravi bought for him and that they both wear regularly + including in the Whisper MV

Leo/Ravi: Why do you like Leo/Ravi the LEAST?

I am a fan of another pair / Ravi be cheating! / It ruins other favourite pairs

Leo’s and Ravi’s personalities are a complete 360 of each other’s and I don’t think it would fit well / They are too different

Annoying fans / I hate their shippers. I hate when people ship them like lovers when they are close like brothers

Overrated / Never understood the hype

Completely platonic / I see them as brothers too much so I can’t imagine them romantically

And here is the chart for the 6th question. It’s the same except that it focuses on Leo/Ravi:

8. Leo/Hongbin: Why do you like Leo/Hongbin the MOST?

They’re my biases

Shy bebes / They’re introverted

So cute / They’re cute as heck

Leo is so soft for Hongbin and I love it so much / Love how Leo always cuddles up to Hongbin because he’s very comfortable in his presence and love how Hongbin lets him / Leo’s soft spot (obsession??) for Hongbin is soft and pure / Leo adores Hongbin the most / I think Leo has such a soft spot for Hongbin and it’s the cutest thing / Hongbin can make Leo smile, which is a big deal for him

Forever playful together

Those moments where they’re just quiet and enjoy each other’s company

It started with that fart episode on MTV diary where N was gathering everyone and then Leo and Hongbin were watching stuff together

I think they’re beautiful together

Lil petty shits who like to judge people for their own amusement

I really love their friendship / They’re really good friends

Because Leo mentioned that Hongbin used to be more rambunctious and rebellious during his trainee days and often skipped his training sessions, but Leo taught him well and helped him, which I think is cute

Leo/Hongbin: Why do you like Leo/Hongbin the LEAST?

I could not skip the question and chose one with my eyes closed / Had to choose one / I just had to pick one

Just never took a liking for it

The shippers are something else

I don’t see them interact that much but maybe that’s just me / I feel like I don’t see them together too often / I don’t see much of them on my dashboard

Tsundere + Savage = that’s no no~

And here is the chart for the 6th question. It’s the same except that it focuses on Leo/Hongbin:

9. Leo/Hyuk: Why do you like Leo/Hyuk the MOST?

The manhandling / How Hyuk always bullies Leo

I think they are just so cute together / Because they look so cute together

I like that they are both so different but at the same time compatible / They show their affections differently to one another

They’re my two favourite members

I like their dynamic

Like a true sibling relationship

Like how their relationship has progressed

I find Leo doing to Hyuk what N does to Leo and it’s cute

Leo/Hyuk: Why do you like Leo/Hyuk the LEAST?

I don’t like that Hyuk bullies Leo / I don’t like how they’re mostly portrayed as Hyuk being the dominant one, always teasing poor Leo

I personally don’t see them interact much / I don’t see very much content of these two so I never developed a liking for the pair

Didn’t read any fics about them to boost my ideas about them

I just don’t see it

Weird

I’m sticking to my three favourite pairs, I don’t really cross-ship

I just feel like their personalities are very different from each other

They don’t click as much as an OTP to me / I don’t vibe with it

They just seem like father and son to me

And here is the chart for the 6th question. It’s the same except that it focuses on Leo/Hyuk:

10. Ken/Ravi: Why do you like Ken/Ravi the MOST?

They ship themselves / They practically hang off of each other 24/7

Because it’s so obvious how crazy Ravi is about Ken? Can anyone even deny it at this point? / Ravi is so warm for Ken / Ravi touching Ken and calling him cute / The way Ravi clings to Ken is just… Hehehe / Ravi loves Ken so much and Ken loves being loved / The way Ravi fanboys over Ken all the time is like, the most precious thing I’ve ever seen

They are cute together / They just always seem so cute together / Very cute and pure / They’re the cutest and purest / I think they’re really cute

Love how close they are to each other / They’re so fond of each other / Giggly and loveable pair / So sweet, so amazing / Their chemistry is just so good / They get along with each other really well / They kind of remind me of kids, in the pure and sweet sense, when they’re together / They’re very affectionate and supportive or they look out for each other — that’s the relationship that I want with my friends or boyfriend / Because of how comfortable and affectionate they are with each other / Their friendship in general is super adorable / I love their dynamics / I find their interactions fun and sweet /

They’re lovers, jk jk / The Rose lyrics have me convinced they’re probably secretly dating / They’re actually married / They honestly look like a real couple to me sometimes / JUST LOOK AT THEM OH MY GADDD / Boyfriends legit / THEY’RE SO IN LOVE ALREADY HOW CAN I NOT LOVE THEM. IMAGINE KEN. WITH RAVI. FIGHTING FOR ATTENTION. OVER BUTT. GOOD CONCEPT.

Their skinship / The way they look at each other makes me cry, it’s so sweet and loving / I love how clingy they are / They show so much love and happiness but still play around with each other / You can always tell how much they mean to each other by the looks they give / They’re always giggling and having a happy time together / Their skinship!

Too soft for words / They’re soft

They’re very silly together

They would make a good sub-unit

I love my sons

Ken/Ravi: Why do you like Ken/Ravi the LEAST?

Because of the shippers. They started becoming popular and they kept talking about them and it kind of annoyed me. / I can’t stand the shippers. They make everything about them all the time and it’s so annoying

I don’t find it as interesting / Just a preference / Just don’t think about them all that much / Dynamic that I’ve spent the least time invested in / Just don’t care all that much

They bring out the annoying in each other

I just picked one / I was forced to pick an answer

I’ve seen it around too much / They’re overrated

Ravi treats Ken exactly the way he treats Butt, but people see a pair. I don’t get it.

Too many moments that I hope the other pairs had that much too / They give me diabetes / They just scream fanservice / Too much skinship

I see it more like a brother-brother relationship

They haven’t grown and changed. They’ve pretty much always been the same lovebirds

Feels too one-sided on Ravi’s part

And here is the chart for the 6th question. It’s the same except that it focuses on Ken/Ravi:

11. Ken/Hongbin: Why do you like Ken/Hongbin the MOST?

They are the brightest and funniest pairing to me

Ken/Hongbin: Why do you like Ken/Hongbin the LEAST?

I feel my IQ lowering when they’re together

They just don’t interest me together / Not much chemistry / I don’t really notice them together / I never really see them interact that much / I don’t know, I just don’t see them together / They click the least to me / Don’t seem to interact a lot / Not my favourite dynamic / There’s never enough of it / I don’t see any chemistry for them other than platonic / I haven’t really seen much content from them / I don’t really ever think about them as a pair / I haven’t see much about this pair

Their personalities seem like real opposites / Have little in common / They just seem like an odd match / They look awkward

They have more of a only-friends vibe to me

I had to choose one / Had no choice

And here is the chart for the 6th question. It’s the same except that it focuses on Ken/Hongbin:

12. Ken/Hyuk: Why do you like Ken/Hyuk the MOST?

Fun dynamics! Fun dynamics everywhere! / They’re the funniest together

Because one is the real maknae and the other is a fake maknae, I think it’s cute

They’re perfect

Immortals fic / The Immortals fanfic

They’re adorable together / They just seem soft and compatible / The cutest together / They are the cutest boys ever

They’re a mess, but a good mess

They actually have many genuine moments together (a.k.a not just purely fanservice)

They are also so talented and have amazing visuals

Ken/Hyuk: Why do you like Ken/Hyuk the LEAST?

I had to choose an answer / I had to choose / An answer was required / I closed my eyes and chose / I don’t know / Had to pick an answer

As an OTP, they don’t grab my attention / They just don’t seem super ship-y / They don’t interact as much / Haven’t seen much from them

And here is the chart for the 6th question. It’s the same except that it focuses on Ken/Hyuk:

13. Ravi/Hongbin: Why do you like Ravi/Hongbin the MOST?

Their overall friendship is really admirable

Despite seeming like polar opposites, they’re actually super close to one another and I think it’s so cute / They have really contrasted appearances and interests but they look really good with each other

They’re so cute when they work together

They act like those womb-friends

Ravi/Hongbin: Why do you like Ravi/Hongbin the LEAST?

A weird pairing

I don’t know

I don’t really see a match here

I haven’t seen many gifsets or I’m just not paying enough attention

And here is the chart for the 6th question. It’s the same except that it focuses on Ravi/Hongbin:

14. Ravi/Hyuk: Why do you like Ravi/Hyuk the MOST?

Their moments are so rare, yet they’re so beautiful

Roomates!

I think their dynamic is very fun

Ravi/Hyuk: Why do you like Ravi/Hyuk the LEAST?

They give more brotherly feels than a pair sort of feel

I don’t see a lot of them

They just kinda don’t fit in my head, I don’t know / Just don’t really see anything there / Never appealed to me / Just don’t have any memorable things with the pair at the moment / I’ve just never seen anything related to it

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

And here is the chart for the 6th question. It’s the same except that it focuses on Ravi/Hyuk:

15. Hongbin/Hyuk: Why do you like Hongbin/Hyuk the MOST?

They’re partners in crime / I love that they’re two mischievous kids together with the most contagious smiles and laughter, they’ve never failed to bring a smile to my face / They are also the demons of the group that harass the others together / Evil duo / Best evil duo ever / Evil maknaes. They make me smile

They’re often joking around, but they genuinely care for each other and get along very well / I love their sense of humour despite them being two little devils to their hyungs / They are idiots and that makes me happy

They have such a great relationship with each other / Their interactions are always so pure / Their chemistry is honestly the best / They secretly care about each other

They’ve grown so much since MyDol

There’s no need to be obvious

Evil gaming geniuses

They look nice together / They seem super fun

They’re cute

Hongbin/Hyuk: Why do you like Hongbin/Hyuk the LEAST?

They seem like brothers in my eyes

It makes me go >:^(

I’m not aware of their interactions

And here is the chart for the 6th question. It’s the same except that it focuses on Hongbin/Hyuk:

AND THAT’S IT~ AGAIN, THANK YOU VERY MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED ^^

#vixx #text post #results #in some part of the world... it's still December 1st #so forgive me...#also this was very interesting

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A Flower and its Stem

In actuality this is all @drhu0806‘s fault AND I HOPE SHE KNOWS THAT.

I’m just kidding I love you have some leorrin floof <3

Leo and his three siblings were only allowed to visit their distant sister on occasion, and such trips normally resulted in Kamui bolting out of the Northern Fortress the moment they arrived to greet them with massive hugs and a beaming smile.

Jakob was there to receive them instead on one particular visit, however; a feat which instantly set Camilla and Elise on edge.

Leo too, if he were being honest.

"Where's Big Sister?" Elise demanded of the butler the moment she jumped out of the carriage, and Jakob twisted his lip.

"Lady Kamui isn't in the lightest of spirits, I'm afraid," he explained, looking unnerved. "It would seem the canary Gunter gifted to her on her eleventh birthday passed this afternoon and she's quite upset about it."

"Oh, the poor dear," Camilla murmured sadly. "She was so fond of that sweet little thing. How could it only live for two years?"

"Don't worry, sister. Knowing Kamui I'm sure offering to train with her will cheer her up in an instant," Xander said reassuringly.

"Or a big hug!" Elise chimed in, bouncing on her toes.

Leo remained silent, knowing this was likely Kamui's first run in with the concept of death. Despite his siblings' positivity, they probably wouldn't be able to shake her from her sadness and confusion, but he didnt have the heart to tell them.

His analysis turned out to be accurate, as later that night while passing through the bedroom wing he came across Camilla exiting Kamui's quarters with a troubled expression.

"Even braiding her hair into that style she loves didn't help," she sighed to herself, then looked directly at Leo. "Darling, perhaps you can do something? It kills me to see her like this."

"I'm not sure what you think I'll be able to accomplish," he griped, "But I can try."

"I know you doubt it but she loves you, Leo. Perhaps you're exactly who she needs right now," Camilla expressed.

Leo remained silent as he proceeded into Kamui's chambers, the greeting room seemingly empty. He noticed the doors to her bedroom were closed, an unusual sight considering she didn't like sealing herself even further away from everyone.

"Sister?" he called out, rapping softly on the wooden barrier. When she didn't respond, Leo took it upon himself to enter, and the sight of his sister solemnly observing the now-empty bird cage at the far end of the room left him disheartened.

She was always smiling, always giggling over the most ridiculous things. Seeing her like this was simply wrong.

"Sister," he uttered as he approached her, and the girl turned to glance at him for a brief moment before returning her eyes to the object in front of her.

"Hi, Leo," she almost whispered, hanging her head. "Come to try your hand at cheering me up? Camilla made you, didn't she?"

He stiffened at that, feeling a twinge of guilt and hurt. Despite her words, he stepped forward, his eyes coming to rest on the intricate silver bars of the cage.

"I've been practicing with Brynhildr again. Father even smiled when I showed him how I've improved," Leo said, and Kamui's eyes flickered to the tome in his hands. "Would you like to see what I can do?"

"Leo, I don't-" Kamui began, but the prince just reached for her hand and tugged her toward the center of the room.

"Go ahead and sit, I just need a moment to prepare myself," Leo ordered, and Kamui tilted her head slightly before plopping down onto the floor.

He chanted the words that were starting to become like a second language to him, his hand clenching as he absorbed power from the depths of the tome nestled in his arm. Kamui's eyes went wide as he manipulated a mist of green and black between them, which eventually took the form of a small, thorny bush with white blossoms.

And, to his pleasure and relief, she smiled.

"Leo, it's beautiful," she murmured, her smile only growing as he knelt down and snipped one of the flowers from the plant, then offered it to her. She delicately took the preoffered rose into her hands, cupping it though it were the most precious thing she had ever laid eyes on.

Such a simple gesture was enough to change Leo's entire outlook on his older sister.

"Brynhildr isn't simply for battle," the boy told her softly, and she carefully looked up at him - her expression one of tenderness and awe.

"No, I suppose it isn't," she whispered in response, her ruby irises sparkling.

Years later, Leo and his actual siblings became allies of the Hoshidan royals - Kamui's legitimate family and a group he never thought to be associated with. She led them against the invisible threat that sought to tear the neighboring kingdoms apart, appearing steadfast and fierce despite everything they encountered.

But Leo saw the tiredness behind her eyes, the silent doubt that crossed her features when she suspected no one was looking. He had never quite seen Kamui as a sibling, a part of him knowing she wasn't of his blood even before it had been revealed to him. Since then, the feelings of respect he had possessed for her had developed into something far more tender - and when the Nohrians had initially believed Kamui to betray them Leo dreaded the day he would be forced to bring her down.

Said day never came, by the grace of the gods, and instead the Nohrian outcasts took residence in the astral plane along with Hoshido's best - Kamui at the forefront of it all.

Just as he had when they were younger, Leo kept an eye on the young woman, noting how most evenings she would wander away from the mess hall before everyone else and seemingly disappear. At one point, she stopped coming altogether.

Brynhildr tucked under his arm, Leo sought her out on his own accord when she didn't turn up for supper for the third evening in a row, investigating all of her usual haunts and finding nothing.

"You lookin' for Kamui?" Kaden, who was curled up under a tree nearby, asked. "She's probably at the temple with Lilith. This is about the time she heads over to make an offering."

"I was just there," Leo countered, crossing his arms. How could the kitsune of all people possibly know her whereabouts?

Kaden just yawned, then shrugged. "Might check the spring, then? Or maybe she retired to her quarters already. Can't say for sure. Anywho-" His eyes suddenly shut as he curled back into a ball against the trunk of the tree, the conversation with Leo obviously over.

It was then that a distinct streak of silver flashed in his peripheral vision, and Leo turned just in time to catch the sight of Kamui rushing into the grove of sakura trees near the outskirts of the castle. Wasting no time, he hurried after her, thankful to be void of his armor for once.

Upon entering the rows of pink foliage, Leo found that Kamui had seemingly vanished among the grove. Only the faint sound of sniffling alerted him to her location, which ended up being just a few feet from where he stood.

Leo hesitantly approached the princess, who had her knees drawn up to her chest and was weeping softly into her open palms.

"Kamui?" he called to her, and the young woman startled in an instant.

"Leo," she breathed, scrubbing at her eyes as she swiftly rose to her feet. "W-what are you doing here?"

"Seeking you out, obviously. You've been disappearing frequently as of late," he answered, slowly stepping toward her. "Why are you crying?"

Kamui didn't respond at first, looking away from him instead. With a sigh, she finally replied, "Just... many things."

"Many things?" Leo repeated, and the girl nodded.

"Stress, primarily," she began, looking up toward the sky. "And the fact that we nearly lost three people in the last battle. If Xander hadn't stormed in when he did they would've..." she trailed off, her lip quivering.

"Kamui, we're in the middle of a war. Casualties cannot be helped sometimes, as harsh as it may sound." Leo said, resting a hand on her shoulder. It was hard to believe he practically towered over her now, when just three years ago she constantly teased him about how "short and cute" he was.

She sighed at the comment, resting her hand over his. The odd warmth of her skin quickly seeped into his fingers, rendering him a bit flustered at the contact.

"I know," she uttered, "But as our leader it falls to me to see everyone safe. Knowing I could fail those dearest to me with a single error... it eats away at my mind almost every day."

The prince understood such worries, as he himself had commanded his fair share of armies and had been the catalyst of their survival or demise, in the end.

"Such is why you must make the best of the situation, no matter the outcome," he told her sternly, before bringing Brynhildr forward. Kamui eyed it in confusion, but her eyes lit up the moment Leo drew power from the tome, producing a single red rose in the palm of his hand.

"Oh, Leo," she breathed with a smile, her eyes going misty with nostalgia. "I remember this."

"I thought you might," he murmured, then bent forward and carefully tucked the flower into her hair. "There," he said, holding her chin between his fingers and examining his work, "That's the Kamui I know."

Leo could've sworn her cheeks had turned the faintest shade of pink, but he passed it off as simply being the flurry of sakura petals swirling about them.

Forrest was everything they could've hoped for in a child.

He was beautiful; sporting pale eyes, chubby, pink cheeks, and a tuft of pale hair on the crown of his little head. Their son hardly made a fuss with the exception of certain necessities, allowing his parents many nights of restful slumber despite what their friends had reiterated to them about parenthood.

But one night, the babe simply couldn't be consoled, no matter what his mother and father did.

"I hope he isn't coming down with something," Kamui said worriedly, her arms bouncing the months-old boy in an effort to soothe his hiccuping cries.

"Gods, let's hope not," Leo agreed, his brow furrowed as he studied the babe's disposition. Being a new parent certainly had its challenges, but this was unknown territory entirely.

"He isn't warm, so we can rule out a fever," Kamui analyzed, her fingers stroking their son's cheek. "Perhaps he had a nightmare? Mine have always been very vivid."

"Can they even get nightmares at this age?" Leo asked, wincing when Forrest's cries went up an octave. His wife instantly cradled the infant closer, cooing at him softly and nuzzling her nose against his.

"Come on, Forrest, let Mama see your smile again," Kamui pleaded to the infant, the sight causing Leo's heart to ache.

That's when an idea came to him.

"Leo, where are you going?" Kamui asked as he stood from their bed and wandered over to the vanity across the room.

"I'm going to try something," he said, reaching out to pick up Brynhildr from where it lay. Walking back to the bed, he took up his previous spot, then opened the tome to a specific page.

He breathed the words of conjuration, drawing familiar magic up from the artifact and into his hand. Leo beamed at the expression Forrest wore, the now-silent baby completely enthralled by the yellow blooms his father manifested out of thin air. To both Leo and Kamui's delight, a gummy smile replaced the scowl on their son's cheeks, his crying at an end.

"As luck would have it, I possess the key to making you both smile," Leo murmured to his wife with a smirk. Kamui grinned at the inquiry, moving to gently take one of the roses from him.

"You never fail to do so, my love," she breathed in sincerity, giggling when Forrest's pudgy hands curiously reached for the flower she held. "And we're so very grateful for that, aren't we, Forrest?"

Not as grateful as I am for you, my dear Kamui, Leo thought with a smile.

If a single blossom could bring peace and stability to the two beings he loved most in the world, surely Brynhildr could be put to use far more often.

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